#I WANNA HUG YOU SO BAD I WANNA KISS YOU SO BAD

[wileys-russo]

blurb idea! maybe mila gets into readers makeup and heels and clothes ? i'm thinking she's gotten herself a red lipstick and had fun 😂

a little red lipstick II l.williamson

part of the milaverse a little red lipstick II l.williamson

"-and it is my turn to pay next time less!" you warned your best friend who grinned as she shut off her engine in your driveway. "snooze you lose." the blonde teased, the two of you returning from a much needed spa day which the footballer had paid for before you could even blink.

"consider it your gift for giving me the most adorable god daughter in the world." the striker winked, locking her car as you made your way up to the front door, not even grabbing your house keys out before it swung open.

"mama you're back! and you brought aunty lessi!" mila cheered happily, charging forward as you were rendered a little speechless by her appearance, alessia scooping her up as the two of you

"i see someone has gotten into her mama's makeup!" alessia didn't even try to hide her amusement at the sight of the very colourful four year old in her arms. "and heels! but can't run in em." mila huffed with a scowl.

"bubba where did you-why did you-" you grabbed her face in your hands, eyes scanning the somewhat clown like makeup slapped across her eyes, cheeks and lips.

"wanna be like you mama! a very pretty girl." mila beamed poking at your own cheeks. "someones been listening to leah." alessia smirked, quickly putting your daughter down after the unimpressed glare shot her way.

"come look at my art! did you and mummy a special picture." the two of you lurched forward unexpectantly as mila grabbed a hand each and tugged you both down the hallway.

though the moment you stepped inside your bedroom, the somewhat adorable innocence of your daughter playing dress up fell dead in the water.

"oo and that is aunty lessi's cue to leave! mil i will come and pick you up for our special aquarium date tomorrow...if you live to see it." alessia mumbled the last part, ducking down to kiss your daughters cheek and not even wasting her breath addressing you as your entire focus was trained to your once cream white wall.

"bye aunty lessi! love you!" mila called after the striker who was down the hall and out the door in a millisecond, clueless to your emotions as you stared in disbelief at the wall.

"mila. wheres mummy?" you asked calmly, jaw clenched and exhaling slowly through your nostrils, eyes still locked on the patterns scribbled in bright red lipsticks all over the once clean wall.

"playing her games and yelling at aunty gee! oh mummy said a bad word, a lot of bad words." mila relayed as you inhaled deeply, very slowly lowering yourself down to be at her level.

"mila. bubba what you did to the wall? was very naughty. when you want to draw you have your coloring books and your pens, you only use those, and never ever on a wall and especially not with mamas makeup. do you understand?" you spoke calmly but firmly, your stomach flipping at the immediate way the four year olds face fell and her bottom lip began to quiver.

"i'm sorry!" you almost fell backwards as tiny limbs locked around your neck in a steel tight hug. "i know. but what happens when we're naughty mil?" you gently wrenched her arms off you as much as it killed you to do so, using your thumb to wipe away the tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

"timeout?" "timeout." you confirmed with a nod, standing back up and offering the tiny blonde your hand, preparing yourself for a tantrum but to both your surprise and relief it never came, mila taking your hand and allowing you to lead her away to the timeout corner.

"you're four years old, so four minutes. you stay sitting here with your bum on the floor and your back on the wall and you do not move until mama comes back and gets you, okay?" you reminded, mila nodding with a little half sob and sniffle, and again it took all of your willpower not to just crumble and scoop her back up.

but you knew you couldn't or else she'd never learn right from wrong, so with a countdown set on your phone you left her be, stomping away instead to go and strangle your wife who sure enough was exactly where you thought she'd be.

"leah catherine!" you yelled, almost kicking in the half open door to her office as the blonde didn't even flinch, back to you and clunky dyson headphones covering her ears, fifa loaded on the monitor in front of her as she sat with her feet up on her desk.

but that ignorance didn't last more than a few seconds once you'd burst in, headphones yanked right off her as the girl let out a yell of surprise, chair toppling over as your wife went thumping to the ground.

"babe what the fuck!" leah groaned clutching her side where the arm of the chair had dug in, scrambling for the controller which you swiftly kicked out of the way.

"i'm in the middle of a game!" leah whined, mouth forming an o at the way you stepped forward and yanked the chord out from the console sending everything black.

"where is our daughter leah?" "she's playing dress up! now why the hell did you-" "where is she playing leah?"

but finally glancing up and seeing the all too familiar look in your eyes your wife fell silent. "i'm beginning to think i'm in trouble." the blonde smiled nervously as she sat up and you laughed bitterly.

"oh that is not even the half of it leah!" but before you could really launch head first into the colossal lecture lingering on the tip of your tongue the timer for mila's timeout went.

"up. on your feet. come with me right now!"

scrambling and falling over herself in her haste your wife scurried after you as you stomped out of the office and back down the hall, coming to a stop back in front of your very somber looking four year old.

"aw bubba why are you crying what hap-" "leah!"

at the hiss of her voice your wife froze, looking back and meeting your sharp warning glare she retreated from where she'd been surging forward to wrap mila in a hug and stood awkwardly behind you instead.

"now, why did you have to go to timeout mila?" you asked softly, crouching down in front of your daughter who sniffled. "cause i did a naughty thing." mila wiped her nose on the collar of her shirt leaving a bright orange foundation stain that had you wincing at the thought of the work it would take to be rid of it.

"what was that?" "drew on the walls with mamas makeup."

"sorry you what-" with another harsh glare from you leah fell silent again, rocking back and forth on her feet with a guilty expression in her features, the pieces of the puzzle now slowly slotting together in her head.

"mama i'm really really really sorry." "i know you are baby, come here." with that you opened your arms and engulfed your daughter in a hug, her legs wrapping around you as you stood and picked her up with you.

"now. you and mama are gonna go clean up that pretty little face of yours bubba, and then we're gonna go get pizza for dinner-" the downtrodden look was wiped right off her face at those words, your wives too though that wouldn't last long.

"-and mummy is going to stay here by herself, have plain toast for dinner and clean the bedroom wall so she doesn't have to sleep on the sofa tonight!"

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ teddy’s notes: gahh loser girlies unite!! part two of my bakugou x loser reader headcanons <33 no warnings, just stupid fluff, enjoy!!

bakugou, whose heart is ready to burst out of his chest whenever he sees the way your eyes light up the sight of him. “hey, loser” he’d mutter from behind you to get your attention or send you a subtle nod from across the room, and there you are: your naturally pouty lips splitting into a blinding smile across your pretty face and your eyes glimmering with joy as you abandon whatever you were doing to run up to him. you don’t attempt to hug him or anything though, not in public at least, a little wary of making him uncomfortable, but if katsuki is the one offering a hug, his expression still one of mild, faux annoyance, you immediately burrow your face into his chest and sigh happily, and bakugou wonders if he’ll ever get tired of feeling so wanted.

bakugou, who uses the nickname “loser” fully as a term of endearment without even realising it, unquestioning of the fact that you aren’t bothered by that. he also likes to call you a “crybaby”because that’s what you are, clicking his tongue at you whenever you bite your bottom lip roughly — a failed attempt to calm yourself down. however, if anyone dares to call you any of those or even bully? they’re dead: face to face with katsuki’s wrath as his palms crackle with explosions going off and he lunges forward.

bakugou, who is lucky to have you as his biggest supporter. your big eyes never leave his figure whenever there is any competition or just a little quarrel, shouting a determined and very out of character “yeah!” after bakugou threatens to ‘paint the wall’ with someone. everyone’s head turns to you in confusion, to which you just shrug and cower into yourself, mumbling something along the lines of “what? he’s my boyfriend :(”. katsuki’s smirk widens and he sends you a wink, enjoying the sight of you being a sputtering mess before he moves on.

bakugou, who wonders how you can be so stupid sometimes, his hand landing on the back of your head sharply whenever something utterly ridiculous comes out of your mouth. doesn’t even have any desire to scream at you, just mumbling curses in disappointment which makes you giggle, small hand covering your mouth to hide the sounds from him, but as soon as his head snaps to look at you you turn away to the opposite side. “tch, idiot” “huh? katsuki, don’t leave!”.

bakugou, who thinks your lips are very kissable. whatever you do to them always makes them look so pretty, so attractive with how the gloss makes them plumper and he catches himself staring at them a bit too long, snapping his head away with a snarl when you manage to catch him too. he imagines kissing you a lot more than he should, daydreaming about it at random times and wondering if the heat creeping up into his cheeks is visible, but you don’t seem to notice it. it’s another story when you are the one staring at him and he is an attentive little shit so of course he sees and teases you about it.

+ bonus!

and if you’re feeling courageous and get back at him, somehow, i can only see this meme;

“you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up.” he growls at you, leaning in dangerously close, but you seem careless, a cheeky grin spread on your lips as you laugh,

“hah! you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

a dangerous smirk splits across his face, “so what if i do?”

you try to run away, but the key word is ‘try’.

[ineedpaigebuckets]

You gotta make a new years eve kiss one

happy new years

an: it's short and like bad but i also like don't care anyways!!! i might do more i might not

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2017

paige and azzi were at a small party of azzi a friends for new years. the sound buzzing around them as the countdown clock only had two minutes left. azzi stuck to paige's side. they'd only officially met a month or two ago but were attached at the hip within days.

"no new years kiss huh?" paige smirks down at azzi as she hugs around her torso. she knew azzi wouldn't kiss anyone, not with her right here. they had some sort of unspoken agreement in which they weren't together in the slightest, but weren't available.

"not unless you wanna gimme one." azzi grinned up at the older blonde as her chin rested on her chest. she was joking, obviously but not entirely. paiges smile quickly grew into a smirk as she peeked at the clock. one minute left.

"you sure az?" paige's head dipped down so her lips were almost inches from the younger girls.

"mhm." azzi whispers as they just look into each others eyes until the countdown starts and paige's voice is soft.

"5...4...3...2..." the second it reached one her lips were on azzis. it was soft and gentle, it was new but it felt all too familiar. everyone began to cheer and paige pulled away from azzi slowly.

"happy new year p." she whispers.

2024

azzi looked frantically around the dorm for paige as the whole women's and men's team gathered around for the countdown. only one minute left. azzi stood up and called out for her girlfriend. "paige!" she yelled, she was not missing her new year's eve kiss because her dumbass girlfriend wasn't paying attention. the second the clocks at five azzi is panicking but a certain blonde runs into her and holds her face in her hand.

"i couldn't find you." she whispers against her skin. azzi just shakes her head and smiles up at her like she's her whole world.

"happy new years." paige whispers before she kisses azzi the second the clock turns midnight.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

What a Mess 6

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: thick!Bucky Barnes

Summary: Your new job isn’t all that you expect. (maid AU – short!reader)

Note: hate me, baby.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You pack away your kit and drag the vacuum to the elevator. You give one last look to the condo then tap the button and wait. You jitter as you stare at the doors, urging on your escape. From this place, from him. 

He didn’t hurt you, did he? He wasn’t cruel but he also didn’t stop. He didn’t ask. He just... did that. But you’re the one who touched him first. But he said yes. That’s the difference, isn’t it? Or did you give him permission by initiating the whole breach of behaviour. 

“Doll,” his hands clamp down on your shoulders and jar you from your anguished trance. You gasp and look over at the metal fingers curling around you. “What’sa matter?” 

You quiver as the elevator doors open. You grip the vacuum tight and try to walk out of his grasp. That’s a foolish thought. He keeps you as you are. 

“You’re in a hurry?” He wonders. 

You gulp and drop your head, the hose quiver in your hand. You wet your dry lips and shudder. You can’t hear over the thumping pulse behind your ears. 

“Hey,” he spins you and the vacuum hose falls from your grasp. You blink up at him, staring at his face if only to avoid another glimpse of his naked form. He cups your head. “Your heart’s about to explode. Why don’t you sit down? You been working hard.” 

You touch the back of his hands as your eyes glaze over, “please...” 

He searches your face, his expression lining with confusion, “what?” 

Your lip trembles and you drop your arms. You can’t fight him. You can feel that same oppression as before. His body over yours, smothering you, suffocating you. This isn’t just a man, this is a super soldier. 

“Are you scared?” He asks. 

You nod without thinking. He retracts his touch and turns away. “I was... nice.” 

You hug yourself as the elevator shuts and descends. Your way out weighs heavily on the wires as it disappears. You dig your nails into your arms. 

“I’m scared too, doll,” he turns back again. You wince and avert your gaze to the wall. “It’s been a long time... long time since anyone... since I let anyone...” He marches toward you and you back up until you hit the doors. 

You watch him in horror as he gets down on his knees. He grabs your wrists and unfolds your arms, clasping them in his and kissing your knuckles. You whimper as he opens your palms to him and brushes them over his thick beard. 

“I need you, doll. You can’t leave me like this,” he begs. 

You don’t know what he wants. You can’t figure why he’s doing this. Why he’s clinging to you like a scared puppy. You didn’t do anything but your job. No, you touched him first. 

“I only wanted to help,” you whisper. 

He kisses your palms and hums, “you did, baby. You did.” 

“Bucky, I have to go,” you quaver. “Home.” 

He hisses and goes silent. He continues to toy with your hands. He guides them to his hair as he shuffles closer on his knees. He grips your hips and pulls you forward. He nuzzles your pelvis with a growl and you squeak. 

“Bucky!” You squeal. 

He purrs and rolls his face against you, his thumbs pushing into your soft flesh. He continues to nuzzle you firmly, rocking his head as he inhales your scent through your jeans. You babble helplessly and push on his shoulders. 

“I can make you feel good, doll,” he looks up at you with beaming blue eyes. “I wanna. So bad.” 

You wriggle but don’t offer much resistance. You feel his strength and your lack of. The doors are shut, in all ways. 

He snakes his hands around to your bottom and suddenly, he stands, lifting you off your feet. You cry out again and latch onto him in fright. He hooks your knees around him and gives a sultry growl over your hair. He carries you away from the elevator. 

You quake against him as you resign yourself to his whims. He takes you around to the front room and sits you on the sofa. You lean back and brace the cushions as he traces along your waist band. He pinches the front and pushes the button of your fly free. 

Paralysed, you watch him, a hollow shell as he pulls down the tab of your zipper. He exhales deeply as he once more feels along the denim and hooks his fingers beneath. He tugs, jerking you, peeling your pants down to your thighs. 

You plant your heads firmly to keep from slipping down as he rolls your jeans past your knees. You shiver as he exposes you to the airy space. His eyes crawl up your legs and frames your waist as he bends over your lap. 

His hand creep down to your shaking thighs and push them apart as he bows further. He breathes into the front of your cotton panties and nips the fabric. He snarls and presses his nose against you, dipping into your slit.  

You squirm as his trails a fingertip along the crease of your leg and tugs aside the cotton. You quiver as he purrs and slides his tongue along your folds. You arch your back, pushing your head into the cushions as you whine. The coolness of his mouth mingles cloyingly with your warmth. 

He flicks up and down as you squeak and twitch, slapping the cushions as your insides writhe uncontrollably at his tending. His finger grazes along your skin and he prods at your entrance, teasing it as his tongue swirls around your clit. You hiss and hum, trying to hold back the moans trapped in your chest. 

You bite your lips as your head lolls and your eyes roll back. Your fear gives way to something more vulnerable, something undeniable. You latch onto his head and arch your feet as the tension winds in your core. 

He’s right. He hasn’t hurt you. If you’re good, then he won’t. If you’re good, it will feel good. Right? 

[hyunjinxgirl]

New Year special ~ What would they do at 0:00?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 them as your bf

Bang Chan

3...

2...

1...!

2025!

"Happy new year, my baby..." he leans in and kisses you deeply and wraps his arms around your waist. You kiss him back and hug him tightly.

"Our first kiss in the new year is complered already.." you say.

"Perfect... And now.." he picks you up. "I have an idea what should be the next thing to do in the new year..."

"Chaaan..!"

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Lee Know

3...

2...

1...!

2025!

"Happy–" you start but Minho suddenly kisses you. Deeply. His tongue pushes into your mouth, dancing with yours. Then he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder and starts walking towards the bedroom.

"Minho! What the actual fuck?! I couldn't even wish you happy new year!" you yell.

"What are you talking about? We're gonna celebrate."

"Minhoo...!" you whine.

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Changbin

3...

2...

1...!

2025!

Changbin smiles and gently grabs your hand.

"Happy new year, sweetheart.." he says.

"Happy new year, binnie.."

He leans in and gently kisses you.

"One year, again..?" he asks.

"Together? Of course!"

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Hyunjin

3...

3...

1...!

2025!

Without any sign or warning, Hyunjin kisses you deeply, pouring all of his love into one kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck. Then he pulls back and rests his forehead against yours.

"Happy new year, darling..." he whispers.

"Happy new year, Hyunjin..." you say.

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Han

3...

2...

1...!

2025!

"Yaay!" he shouts and hugs you tightly. You laugh, hug him back.

"Happy new year, sweetie." you say.

"Happy new year, love." he kisses your forehead. "What about if we eat something, huh? I'm hungry."

"Let's go!"

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Felix

3...

2...

1...!

2025!

Felix smiles widely and starts clapping.

"Whoo! This year gonna be the best!" he says.

"You think so?" you ask.

"Yes! You're still here with me, so it can't be bad."

"Aaw... Lixie..." you hug him.

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Seungmin

3...

2...

1...!

2025!

At zero, Seungmin starts to smile brightly. You looked up at him, smiling, but then he turns away.

"Noo! I wanna see you smile..! It makes 2025 better already!" you say and you turn him back, and grab his hand.

He chuckles, not covering his smile anymore.

"Love you.." he says.

"And i love you too.." you nod.

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Jeongin

3...

2...

1...!

2025!

"Happy new year, my beautiful!" he picks you up.

You chuckle.

"Happy new year, Innie!" you kiss his cheek.

He kisses you back, but he doesn't put you down...

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happy new year, guys♡

i wish everyone a happy year, with full of joy and surprises. take care of yourselves and each other. see you in 2025!!♡

still, if you liked the post, don't forget to like, reblog and comment your experiences. ♡

[amorre1989]

new years day

pairing: Spencer Reid; reader

word count: 2,7k

story: cleaning up the mess with Spence after new years day party

Did we host the best New Year's Eve party of the year? yes. Do we have to clean up the mess in his apartment now? also yes.

As I was saying goodbye to all of my girl friends I saw a glimpse of glitter on the floor that was thrown to the air during the party, they were carrying their shoes from the pain of trying to keep them on their feet all night.

I turned around and saw my beautiful boyfriend, Spencer, dressed with a black blazer that was now off and he was wearing a plain black buttoned shirt. He was picking up everything he could find and throwing it inside a big garbage bag.

I walk towards him after I lock the door and hug him from behind. "you can leave it there, I'll clean it tomorrow" I say, a little aphonic from all the yelling and talking I did.

"it's gonna be tiring to do it tomorrow" he says, visibly exhausted, I think it wasn't a good idea to host at his place, but he insisted.

"I promise I'll clean up tomorrow" I say as I kiss his shoulder getting on my tip toes to accomplish that action.

He sighs and leaves the bag, he turns around and wraps his arms around my waist, sometimes in my mind I compare that feeling to wearing a corset, he's got such a strong grip he has left more than once a little reddish on my skin.

He holds both sides of my head and kisses me, so soft, so warm, so Spence.

"did you have fun?" I ask. He limits himself to smile and nod. I hug him and stroke his back.

"let's go to bed baby" he says aphonic as well, it was the first time I saw Spence having fun, really having fun. It was a weird combination of guests, his coworkers, my coworkers, my friends, their boyfriends, and some other plus one's. The entire building was having different parties at each apartment, so no one complained.

"do you think tomorrow Ms Johnson will gossip to you about how bad and little she slept?" he asks. I laugh "she definitely will, we have a bond, but I won't confess we were part of the problem...I'll say we went to my parents house, so...be my alibi"

"I'll always be your alibi baby" he says against my lips. "what the hell did you drink? you stink" he says smiling against my lips. I laugh, a bit offended.

"everything you drank!"

"oh no, you drank more than me, I only ate" he says

"no you did not, you liar" I accuse offended.

He laughs and says "yes I did! every time I turned around with chips on my hands you were drinking! once I saw you drink straight from a bottle!". You blush and smile "mh.. weird, I don't remember that" you say as you leave.

He laughs and kicks the garbage bag so you don't trip with it in the morning. He follows you to the bathroom where you're taking your makeup off.

"did you see there's people using beef to moisturize their faces?" you ask while creating bubbles in your face.

"we have some in the fridge if you wanna try" he says smiling, now aware of how you're not gonna do that.

"yuck". He smiles and strokes your lower back.

"this is a nice dress" he says while feeling the texture of the beads and little stones on your dress. He lowers his hand and strokes your butt. You smile. He pats your butt and leaves.

When you finish washing your face you go to his- your bedroom (he has corrected you many times) and try to take off the dress, mission you fail successfully. "help" you say still trying to reach the closing. He gets up from the bed and stands behind you, he holds the closing and starts to lower it, you can feel his breathing. Drunk and horny, that's a new one. He holds your waist and presses you closer to him, he kisses your now bare shoulder and pushes the straps down your arms, feeling your skin, you feeling his hands and his growing bulge, he bites your shoulder and you smile.

"it's a hot night, I think we should sleep naked" you hear he says, very blunt Mr Reid.

"is it? or is it just an excuse to be quicker in the morning" you ask, laughing.

"tomorrow we'll be so sore we won't even be able to pull our clothes off" he says. He turns you around so you're standing face to face and starts to take your dress off and your lingerie starts to be visible to his sight. He laughs "blue and pink?", you smile "what does it stand up for? barbie?" he says smiling.

"no, pink to attract sweetness and love, and blue for focusing on the new projects" you say, very serious.

"what do you need pink for? you have me." he says squinting his eyebrows.

"well for that, to keep that love"

He smiles and kisses you. His hand strokes your lower back. "let's go to bed" he whispers.

After you put on your designated shorts and shirt you get inside the bed, as soon as you cover yourself with the blankets he pulls you closer and rests his chin on your shoulder. Obviously you're the little spoon (which sometimes switches, cause he's a little baby).

"happy new year baby, I'm glad...I'm so happy that we're starting it like this" he says with his voice calm and low as he kisses your temple. You were about to reply when you felt his soft snoring hitting your ears, you laughed and rested your head on the pillow "I am too baby" you whispered and fell asleep.

honestly I imagined it more with Matthew in his new years day party outfit. Son of a bitch, he looked gorgeous, he has me dripping foam from my mouth.

[sweetreveriee]

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!!!!!

this year has honestly been such an amazing year because of YOU GUYS! my moots, followers, literally anyone who has posted something that made me smile. tumblr has become my safe space and you all are my best friends. i wish everyone the best 2025 possible and i hope all your wishes come true. ily all sosososoososo much mwah mwah kisses and hugs xx 💋

now i just wanna take the time to appreciate my wonderful mootsies!! ive been tagged in a couple of these so js know ily all

@his-littlefox daph you are so fucking amazing. you’re so bubbly and fun and sweet and ily with all my heart. please never change you are so fun to be around (maybe get better taste tho) wishing you the best this new year ❤️❤️❤️

@rizzgoddessans ansy pansy where do i even start? you’re so funny and you match my freak so well. whenever you’re not online i miss you sm and when you’re back the smile on my face is so bright. you’re the best ily smmm have a great new year 🫂🫂🫂

@tunguszka20 ur a moot who i will never forget. i know we haven’t really interacted much but i love seeing ur posts/reblogs on my dash. i hope to interact much more in the new year!!!!

@thejudeduarte YOU. ARE. SO. AMAZING. ive always always loved your blog but was too scared to talk to you 😭❤️ ur so kind ily have a great 2025

@lovethornes IZZY YOU ARE THE PRETTIEST MF EVER OMFG. ilysm ur so kind and amazing and fun to talk to!!!! i really hope we can interact more this yearr

@ohwarnette sara you are so amazing words cannot describe how much i appreciate u!!!! ur my maxton hall buddy and every time you send me smthn it means the WORLD to me. knowing that i have someone in my phone i can talk to about my favorite thing ever feels so good. ilysm ur the best babes ❤️💋

@thebirdhivemind nola literally how can i explain the amount of positivity you’ve brought into my life? you’re like a big sister/aunt to me. you’re so funny and caring and compassionate and you always have the right thing to say. you’ve brought me comfort so many times, even if you didn’t do anything except exist. i literally adore you and i hope we’re friends for many many more new years!!!!

@crenna lili. lilipili. you are so perfect and sweet and the best person on the planet. ive never seen you be anything less than the kindest person ever and ilysm i hope you have the absolute best new year ever. i love talking to you so much and being your friend is such a blessing ❤️❤️❤️

@meangirlsbway BING YOU ARE SO AMAZING OMG. you’re kind, funny, beautiful, amazing and so so so so much more. ur the big sister i never had and ur literally always there when i wanna yap to someone about something. the months ive been ur friend have been some of the best of my life, have a great new year babes ❤️❤️❤️❤️

@midiosaamor BELLESY BELLE YOU ARE SO PERFECT WHERE DO I EVEN START???? u match my freak constantly ur genuinely like my other half/twin sister. i adore talking to you because you are SUCH a role model to me with how you view life and everything in it. i hope you have the best new year ever baby you’re the best MWAH ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@your-mommy-ems emmy baby you’re so fucking amazing. ive admired your blog from afar ever since i first joined tumblr and then when we became moots and started interacting i was SO HAPPY!!!! you’re so sweet and talented ive never seen u be bad at something bc ur just that good. ILYSM have a great year ❤️❤️❤️

@feerique lyla ur so gorgeous and amazing and a lil bit freaky sometimes but that’s ok because ur ICONIC and ilysm ❤️❤️ have a great new year babes never change please

@loveinalocket millieeeee hahdhdjh ilysm OMFG ur the best person ur so kind and when u almost deactivated i was DEVASTED even tho at that point we hadn’t interacted much because i LOVE you and ur blog. have the best best 2025 i hope u get everything u want ❤️❤️❤️

@lyrakanefanatic girlie u r SO AMAZING ik we haven’t interacted much but i adore ur posts and we need to become friends asappp happy new year ml have an amazing 2025

@lyra-kane MOON!!!! you are so ahdgjdhshs amazing ilysm and i love ur bloggggg!!!!!! i hope we can interact more this year ilyyyy

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@wish-i-were-heather EUNOIA!!!!! IVE ALWAYS LOVED UR BLOG SM OMFG when we became moots and i was overjoyed and whenever we talked on discord it’s been so so fun and im looking forward to more interactions like that ❤️❤️❤️ ily happy new yearrrr

@maybxlle may we haven’t really interacted but GOD i adore your blog. just everything about it from the theme, ur amazing posts and reblogs, to YOU is so perfect and beautiful and amazing. i really hope we can talk more this year

@never-enough-novels aviii idt we’ve ever really talked which is CRIMINAL bc i love love love ur blog but ive always been too scared to reach out. ur so amazing happy new year lovely

@inmyheaddd HAPPY NEW YEAR TO THE BEST WRITER EVER!!!!! OMFG i adore all ur works especially ur grayson ones hehehhe. ily jude have a great 2025 ❤️

@ladysdevotee jess!!!!! we haven’t interacted for a LONG TIME but you are so sweet and amazing and perfect ilysm have an amazing new year babes

@tiredpapergirl KAT! you are the kindest person ever i have never had a bad conversation with you!!!! you’re so sweet and amazing and i love talking to u. have an amazing new year ml

@ijustwantmycoffeback JESTER TWIN FELLOW (insert time zone) GIRLIE GIGI ILYSM!!!! ur the best ur so funny and creative and smart and im sosoosososososo proud of everything you’ve accomplished ❤️❤️❤️ ily so fucking much have the best new year ever

@balladofareader mira you’re so nice and sweet and kind! we mostly talk on discord but just know ilysm and that my goal this year is to interact more with you on tumbles. have an amazing new year love

@sitting-in-a-library LIB ILYSM ur so fun to talk to im never bored with you!!!!! we literally barely interact on tumblr which is criminal but our convos on discord are so great. you’ve comforted me so much (like when i had my wisdom teeth removed your message were the only thing keeping me from running out of the room) have the best new year ml

@elysianwayy77 jadeeeee ur so amazing ausgdhjshsn i love ur blog and ur posts and u and im so sad we haven’t interacted more which is a fact i plan to change ❤️ have the best 2025 lovely mwah

@letmeliveinelfhame cait you are so so kind and amazing and i adore talking to you ❤️❤️❤️ i have so much fun with the shenanigans in discord. have the most amazing new year ❤️

@kit4strophe KIT!!!!!!!!!!! we haven’t talked in so long but ur genuinely the sweetest ilysm. you’re so amazing im so lucky to have you as a moot MWAH MWAH KISSES ❤️❤️

@merlinsleftit HI ROON!!!! ur so funny ur messages and posts always make me laugh. ur always so sweet and kind and ilysm im so glad we met ❤️❤️❤️ best wishes to u babes

@cavernouswastaken cav ur so nice and kind and ily. u always have the best thoughts and i love talking to u sm ❤️❤️ have a great new year lovely

@xoxzso ADDA OMG I MISSED YOU SM we NEED to start talking here more!!!!! ur so funny and amazing and lovely and i adore u smmmm!!! happy new year ml ❤️

@honeygreatminds mary oh my god we haven’t interacted much but when i tell u ily i mean it. ur blog is so gorgeous and i love ur posts sm!!!! i really hope we can interact more this year. best wishes hugssss 🫂

@sororygilmore KAELA!! we’ve only just started interacting but i adore u and ur blog. everything is so pretty and perfect js like u ml ❤️❤️❤️ happy new year have the best 2025

@graciebrams ema! we haven’t really talked much but i LOVEEEE ur blog sm!!!!! its so aesthetic and ur posts are AMAZING just like you are mwah mwah ❤️❤️❤️ have a great new year ml

@wildesqdreams lalaaaaa ahdghdhshs first of all ur blog theme is STUNNING as always, second of all u r so amazing and i need to be ur friend ASAP!!! i hope we can interact more this year. hugs n kisses happy new year ❤️❤️

@viqwxcs cami ik we haven’t talked/interacted really but i always see ur posts and reblogs on my dash and they make me so happy ❤️ have an amazing new year lovely

@beabeebeee ok first of all WIFEY ILYSM UR THE BEST U MATCH MY FREAK ILYYY HAPPY NEW YEARRRRR ❤️❤️❤️ second of all bea ur so amazing and sweet and funny and im so blessed to be ur friend ily mwah mwah

@jarsjam hey jam!! we haven’t really interacted but ive seen and reblogged so many of your posts by now i feel like we’re already friends ❤️ i hope to get to know you more this year, have an awesome 2025

@catchmeonyourceiling ZOE U GORGEOUS GIRL!!!! we’ve only just started talking but i ADORE you and your blog which has the PRETTIEST theme btw ❤️❤️❤️ happy new year ml have the best year

@sweetnnaivete hi ceri!!!! we haven’t talked really but i see u sm on my dash and i love ur posts and reblogs and i really really wanna get to know u better this year ❤️❤️ have an amazing 2025 babes

@xoxo-g0ssipgir1 HARLEY!!! we’re new friends but i already adore u sm u match my freak and that’s more than i could ever ask for. it’s us accidental simpers against the world 😔✊ily have a great new year

@rainystarssx RAINYYY UGH ILYSMMMMM i need to talk to u more bc i simply adore u ml ❤️❤️❤️ have the best best new year i hope all ur dreams come true this year

@arqbella nads!!!! ive been a fan of ur blog for the LONGEST time. ur themes ur posts u in general its all just so perfect and amazing and ilysm ur so kind have the most amazing new year worthy of u ❤️❤️

@daystarpoet AIMEEEEE WERE NEW MOOTS AND JM SO GLAD WE MET BC UR SO GORGEOUS AND AMAZING!!!! i cant wait to talk more this new year ❤️❤️ have a great 2025 ml ❤️

@daintydoll13 hi a!!!!! ur so amazing and i adore ur blog im so so glad we’re moots ❤️ ilysm have the most amazing and perfect new year ever babes

and to all of my followers…im so so so fucking grateful for every single 200+ (HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?!?!!!!?) one of you!!!! ily all sm thank you for deciding to follow me and my crazy ass blog ❤️❤️❤️ have the best new year my loves

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Ch. 9

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- Hi lovelies! I know it’s Wednesday, but yesterday was New Year’s Eve and I was busy throwing ass so I didn’t post. LMAO I will still be posting another chapter tomorrow (Thursday) as regularly scheduled though! 🤍

BPOV

“Billie, you wanna stop anywhere for food? It’s getting late and you barely ate lunch.” My mom walked over to my bunk, where I had been laying for the past 10 hours. I felt like shit all day. Mostly from the hangover of a lifetime that I was experiencing, but also from the things I said last night.

I shook my head, removing one of my AirPods. “Kinda nauseous.” I mumbled as she climbed in with me. I nuzzled my head into her arms.

“Have you heard back from Remy yet?” She asked, looking at my phone with me as I scrolled through tik tok.

“She called back but I didn’t answer.”

“Why not, honey?”

“Because…” I trailed off, not knowing exactly why. “She didn’t say goodbye.”

“Billie… Finneas told me about your fight last night. Don’t you think you were a little hard on her?” She said softly.

“I’m always putting her first, mom.” I locked my phone, setting it to the side. “She’s so unhappy there and she’s prioritizing it as if it were her dream job. I don’t get why she never listens to me.”

“I know that she’d never ask you to set your job aside… and she’d never ask you to leave what you love for her.” She looked at me with those wise eyes. The type that had seen all of the seasons of life, including mine.

“I know. But she’s not doing what she loves. I want her to do what she loves, here, with me.” I sighed.

“What do you think she loves?” She grabbed one of my cold hands and warmed it up in hers.

“I know she loves… film… directing… she loves to write scripts… and journaling.” I began to smile subconsciously. “She’s so creative, it’s like you opened Pandora’s box when she gets her crazy ideas.”

My mom nodded, letting me finish before commenting. “I think you love her so much, that you want her to achieve all of her dreams, just like you did. But do you remember when you danced? And you wanted to be a dancer?”

I nodded.

“And then you broke your growth plate, and you never danced again?”

“Yeah.”

“Look at you now. You’re a singer, songwriter, and you’ve been all over the world with Finneas… and everyone knows who you are. And everyone loves you. And have so many awards, you can’t even process it.”

“I know, but mom-“

“Honey, you love what you do. And you love that you make such a difference in all your fan’s lives. But you had no idea it would be this different back when you were dancing in that little studio.”

I shrugged.

“You didn’t. You couldn’t have imagined. It’s a whole different reality that you’re living, sweetheart. Sometimes you can’t see different perspectives when you’re in your own point of view. It’s so difficult to see beyond your own horizon… But you know what you did know?”

“What.”

“That Remy would be your biggest supporter no matter what. She cheered you on when you danced and she cheers you on to this day.”

“I know.”

“Honey, you gotta talk to her. She probably feels just as bad as you do. You both said things you didn’t mean.” She kissed my forehead.

“I’m mad at her, mom.” I stood my ground.

“Have you thought about the fact that you might just want to stay mad at her so you don’t have to miss her?”

It made sense when she said it out loud. What didn’t make sense is that I did miss her. I’m angry at her and want her here with me all at the same time. No closure, no hug goodbye, no apologies… the way I left was so unsatisfying. I wanted to hold her and tell her I’m sorry, while she probably apologizes even though she didn’t do anything wrong. It was mostly me. But I was mad at her, regardless. Because she wasn’t here, and it was easier to be angry, than be sad.

“I’m gonna get some sleep.” I put my one AirPod back in, grabbing my phone again. She kissed my forehead again and climbed out of my bunk.

“Let me know if you need anything, baby.”

I nodded, turning to face the wall. I drafted up texts to Remy, hovering over the send button, but deleted each one. As much as it hurt to think, I figured she didn’t want to hear from me.

This morning, I woke up at Finneas’ house, where he and Claudia repeated what I said to Remy.

I’m not going to lie, I cried for about an hour before getting on this tour bus when I realized Remy wasn’t coming to see me. I didn’t blame her, but at the same time, I would’ve gone to hug her goodbye no matter what she said to me.

I mean, I only want what’s best for her. All I ever do is look out for her. If she would only listen to me, she’d be so much happier. It’s soul crushing, every time she rejects my advice, my help… It feels like she’s rejecting me. And oh my, how it crushes my soul when she rejects me.

The truth is I’d do anything for her. I’d buy her a house, pay her parents enough each month for them to stop asking her for money, and bring her with me everywhere I go. I’ve asked her a million times to be my videographer, photographer, or anything at all she wants to be on tour. She refuses to accept money from me. She gets mad at me when I buy her expensive gifts, even on Christmas or her birthday. In a way, I loved that about her. I loved that she didn’t take advantage of me, or anyone else. I loved that she was a giver, but I wanted to give her more than she could ever imagine. The fact that she never lets me, hurts, even though it makes me respect her more.

God, I want to call her, tell her I’m sorry, and fly her out to Quebec so I can meet her there. But, I won’t. Because, she clearly doesn’t need my help, or my advice, or…. me. She said it herself, I’m a shitty friend. If I’m such a shitty friend, why am I the only one with her best interest in mind? I wasn’t trying to control her, or tell her what to do with her life. I was trying to help her reach her goals.

I wish I hadn’t drank so much yesterday. I wish we could’ve just gone to her apartment, spent our last night together in comfy clothes, eating snacks, and watching our show. I wish she had asked me to sleepover, so she could wake me up once or twice from tossing in her sleep, as she usually did around 2am. So I could cover her back up with the sheets she always kicked off, and feel her throw her leg over me, instead of all her satin-cased pillows.

I wish we hadn’t fought. I wish I would’ve kept it to myself. I wish I hadn’t said most of the things I said, in the way I said them. I felt nauseous thinking about how she might be feeling right now.

My thumbs lead me to her contact, hovering over the call button. But I stopped myself each time, feeling rejection and pain once again. Eventually, my eyes gave up the fight between them and my brain, sending me into a restless sleep.

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About 12 days later, we performed in Newark, New Jersey.

“Dude, you were incredible out there! You don’t even need us!” Finneas hugged me backstage, properly greeting me. He came out to surprise me, and the rest of the audience, for a few songs in the setlist. I was ecstatic.

“I missed you so much, brudder! Thank you for coming.” I squeezed him, swaying side to side. I couldn’t contain my excitement.

“Are you kidding? I had to. I miss touring with you, this sucks.” He laughed. “How’ve you been?”

I let go and took a sip of my water. He sat on one of the seats, giving me his full attention.

“I’ve been okay.” I say, knowing whenever I have any free time at all, I spend it sulking and overthinking about what could’ve been. Touring is my favorite thing in the world, yet when my mind isn’t occupied by planning or rehearsals, it goes back to the same night.

“Let me rephrase. Have you been able to talk to Remy at all?” He shifted in his seat, crossing one leg over the other.

“No. I, uhh… I haven’t.” I shook my head, sitting next to him.

“Billie, it’s been like two weeks…”

“I know, I know. It’s just been so busy, and I’ve been struggling to even find the words- I just don’t have the time. I feel like it’s one thing after the other these days. I’m tired all the time, and when I have a couple days between concerts I just fall into this weird headspace.”

“Are you doing okay?”

“No. I’m not. I’m so happy when I perform. And then when it’s over it’s like I come down from this extreme high and it feels so anticlimactic.”

“That’s because you have no one to share it with.”

“That’s not true! I call you, and mom and dad all the time to-“

“Not the same thing. You know what I mean.” He tilted his head.

“Can we not talk about her please? I missed you I want to hang out.”

He nodded, “Yeah. Let’s go get some food.” He stood up and put an arm around me as we walked out.

At the restaurant, we ate and caught up. He showed me videos from his tour, and I did the same. I miss having him on tour, but no one could be more proud of him than I am.

Inevitably, the topic of Remy came back up, as I slid through my camera roll and came across a picture of us.

“Billie… we gotta talk about this.”

I slumped back into the booth, grabbing a French fry and munching on it.

“I don’t think you remember everything about that night, bro.” He propped his elbows up on the table and rested his chin on his hands.

“I know, I was an asshole, and I need to apologize-“

“Well, no. There’s more to it.” He squinted. I furrowed my brows, listening attentively.”

“I didn’t want you to feel like- I thought you remembered but I’m questioning now if you even do…” he rambled. I didn’t really know what he was talking about. The last part of that night was such a blur. It was my first and only black out I’ll ever have.

“What is it?” I shook my leg impatiently. I wonder if this was the reason she hadn’t texted me at all since I left.

Finneas looked at me like he didn’t know what to say. He struggled to find the words, making me more nervous by the second.

“Finneas… What did I do?” I asked him, my heart beating fast.

[nfr-girly]

Come back to me ~ Ted lasso x reader Part 2

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Summary: 5 years ago you and Ted confessed your feelings for each-other before he left for Kansas knowing you and him would never be able to be together, what happens when he suddenly comes back to coach Richmond again?

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you look at him, trying to figure out what he’s doing here, scarily, you think you know

Ted looks at you, with a small smile on his face, he knows the conversation you two are about to have will be hard, but he can’t help but feel happy he’s there with you

“Can I come in?” He asks

You take a moment before nodding, he enters and you lock the door after him

You two look at each-other, not sure what to say, you want to run into his arms so bad, you want to kiss him for hours, you want to yell at him for leaving you, you want to cry because you still love him after 5 years

Finally, you speak. “Ted, what are you doing here?”

He looks at you, unsure on what your response will be to what he’s about to say

“I uh- I’m the new coach for Richmond”

~~

“So we’ll all meet the new coach and get to know him a bit before introducing him to the team yeah?” Keeley asks Rebecca

“Oo yes, Roy wants us to meet him in the coaches office with with Nate, beard and Higgins”

“How you feeling about it?” Keeley asks

She takes in a deep breath before answering “a little nervous I won’t lie, but from what I’ve heard about him I think he’ll be a nice match for the team”

“That’s fair. God I wish Ted was still doing it. I know it’s been 5 years but something about him was just.. I mean he was perfect!” Keeley says

“Trust me I know, I haven’t spoken to him in a little while to be honest. I was absolutely devastated when he left though.”

they continue walking until they reach the coaches office

“Hi everyone” Rebecca says

“Hi you okay?” Nate asks

“Yes thank you, anyone feeling nervous?”

Nate and beard nod their heads, while Roy and Higgins share knowing glances

“You’re such an ass for not telling me who it is ya know” Keeley smiles as she kisses Roy on the cheek

Roy chuckles “Trust me you’ll like him, really”

“So what’s the plan then boss?” Beard speaks up

“Well we’ll get talking for him for a bit, get to know him, then introduce him to the team, deal?”

Everyone nods their head, the conversation flows, a few mentions of Ted are passed around, guesses of who the coach may be

Suddenly a gasp is heard

Rebecca turns to Keeley who looks.. almost horrified?

She turns to see what Keeley is looking at, when Rebecca drops her phone out of shock

“Hey y’all”

“TED!!” Keeley bolts toward Ted and he has a second to respond before she jumps into his arms

he laughs, “hey Keeley how you doin’?”

“OH MY GOD TED WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??!??” Keeley is out of his arms now and is borderline shouting

Ted looks up at Roy before looking back down, but before he can answer, Keeley starts figuring things out

“Wait… don’t tell me.. are you the new coach!!!!!”

Ted chuckles “yeah possibly”

she squeals and hugs him again even tighter, Roy has to pull her away from him so he doesn’t suffocate

Ted goes to greet everyone, beard keeping calm until it’s his turn to say hi, and almost immediately knocks over Ted

Rebecca on the other hand is staying behind. Finally, Ted goes over to her

“Hey boss. I-I know this isn’t what you expected but… I love this job, I love the team, I love the players, and I’d kick myself over and over if I never came back. I wanna be part of this club again, if you’ll have me”

Ted doesn’t need to wait for an answer as she steps forward and hugs him

“Oh Ted, of course I’ll have you” she feels herself getting teary, but holds it back

He chuckles, “thanks boss”

~~

“Wait what??”

You aren’t sure if you heard him correctly

“Yeah, I-I’m sorry I didn’t know if you knew or not but I figured I’m come over and tell you”

“no- no it’s okay, I didn’t know.. um do you want to come in?”

Ted looks at you almost relieved, before nodding

You let him inside and close the door, he looks around the apartment, almost trying to find something

“So, what made you come back?” You don’t mean to sound rude, but you can’t help to ask

“Well uh.. Michelle’s having some problems with Jacob, and I guess they didn’t want to get Henry involved so he started to live with me, but ya know i was looking for some coaching jobs when Henry actually suggested moving over here” he chuckled

“I was worried at first I mean, he already spent three years with me over here, but, y/n it’s really bad over there.”

you knew he was talking about Michelle, you wanted to comfort him in some way, but you stood still

“So I called up Rebecca, we talked for about a month, and here i am.”

“Well Ted, it’s really really nice to have you back” you smile up at him

He stopped frowning and smiled at you.

“Thank you. I’m happy to be here”

You both take a moment, you try to figure out what he’s thinking and can’t form any thoughts

“So uh- how have you been? I bet a lots happened in five years” he laughs

You chuckle, “well not much to be honest, though I wrote an article a while ago which got a lot of attention” I say proudly

“You’re kidding! That’s amazing you’ll have to send me it so I can read it”

Ted has to hold himself from telling you he’s already read it.

You two settle and talk for almost an hour, catching up on small details and gossiping. The conversation flows like no time has gone by.

There’s a tension in the air though, both of you can feel it and neither of you are sure who’s gonna break it

*11pm*

Ted checks his watch, “jeez, it’s getting late now and we’ve both got work so maybe I should head off” he chuckles

You nod and both get up, trying to be as slow as possible, neither of you want to part. You lead him to the door and he hugs you

You two stay like that for a minute before pulling away, “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Ted says

“See you coach” you say

Ted smiles and heads out the door, but doesn’t even go past the next door before he comes running back

“Okay this is ridiculous are we seriously not gonna talk about it?”

You know what he’s talking about, you can’t kid him

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to” Ted backs down and feels slightly bad for his sudden approach

“I do. Of course I do. Listen I- I’m just gon’ say it, I still love you. A lot.”

You widen your eyes slightly in shock but continue to listen

“It’s crazy how I do, I mean it’s been 5 years. And trust me I’ve done my fair share of random tinder dates that led to depressing sex afterwards. But every time I see something on my phone about you, I just go back to the starting line. Do you know how many times Keeley sends me photos of you? it fucks me up man”

you smile slightly at his last lin

“I’ll be honest I came here not knowing if you were even married or not, hell I was expecting a newborn on your hip or somethin’. I know you probably don’t feel the way you felt anymore and I understand that. Don’t get me wrong I know it’ll be awkward for a while but I needed to tell you cause this is killing me”

You think for a moment before responding

“Ted, I do still have feelings for you”

Teds eyebrows raise and he takes a moment

“I’m sorry what?”

You laugh “I still love you, truth be told”

Ted stares at you for a second before smiling

“Oh. Well that’s good then- I wasn’t expecting that”

you two laugh and stay silent for a minute

“You’re not just saying that are you? Cause I don’t exactly know if you know this but you are very much out of my league. You know- you’re young, beautiful, smart, you’re confident. You’ve got a whole life ahead of you while I’ve already lived half of mine-“

Ted can’t get another word out before you pull his face in and connect your lips

He’s taken back for a millisecond before he leans in and grabs you by the waist, you two completely forgetting you’re in the doorway and miss an old couples stare

after a moment you two pull away to catch your breath

“Hey” he says

“Hi” you smile at him

“Would you wanna go on a date with me sometime? I’ll take you to dinner”

“I’d like that” you say

“Great. You know Henry really wants to see you again, I may or may not have talked about you to him” Ted says, embarrassed

You chuckle, “well maybe we can have dinner at yours, if you want”

“Oh I’d like that very much” Ted says before pulling you in again

you two couldn’t be more happier than this moment, all the pain of being apart for years are forgotten as you plan to focus on your future.

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big apologies pt 2 took so long 😖 (tagged everyone who interacted with pt 1 in case they want to read pt 2)

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[miyuhpapayuh]

magic numbers.

The sound of faint snores mix in with the infomercials that have been playing on a constant loop, about an hour and a half after they’d finally fallen asleep.

Although the couch isn’t the most comfortable spot to lay one’s head, the pair seemed to be content.

Mya's slumped over Isaiah's lap, while he wakes up with a stiff crook in the side of his neck.

Beginning to readjust his position, he looks down at Mya, still half asleep across his lap. His brows immediately furrow, before he remembers them crashing after their comfort show marathon.

Slightly shaking her, he calls out her name.

“Mya.. Mya.”

“Mmh,”

She abruptly sits up, making him flinch. She looks at him with wide eyes, blinking them a few times.

His immediate reaction was to chuckle.

“Are you okay?” He asks, as she rubs her eyes.

She takes a moment to laugh at herself before speaking.

“Yeah– yeah, I’m good.”

“Sorry, I don’t know why I jumped up like that.”

“It’s okay. We found ourselves in a pretty compromising position, huh?” He cracks.

“Did we…” she trails off, staring at his own clueless gaze.

“Nahh.. I don’t think we’d be fully clothed.” He laughs.

“Good point.” She pulls her hair away from her face, hoping it doesn’t look as crazy as she thinks.

“What time is it?” He asks, finally stretching out.

“Uh,” she stares at the blue digital clock beside her tv, “a little after eight.”

He nods. “You wanna get breakfast?”

“You know, I never turn down food. I’d love to.”

“Great. Ima head home and shower, then I’ll come back.”

“Okay,” her voice comes out small as he leans in to kiss her.

She couldn’t lie and say he didn’t make her nervous. But, it was a good kind of nervous.

“I’ll walk you to the door.”

Opening it up, she recoils from the sudden chill of the early September wind.

“This weather is so bipolar.”

“Indeed. I’ll hurry back.”

He hops inside his truck and pulls out of the driveway. She scurries back inside, closing and locking the door behind herself.

After a hot shower and hygiene routine, Mya heads into her room and rummages through her top drawer, pulling out a lavender cropped sweater, pairing it with her black spandex pants and her nude slip-on sandals.

She pulls her hair up into a messy bun, before heading downstairs to answer the door.

Yet, it's her mother.

“Mama,” she excitedly greets her with frightened eyes, as they embrace in a well deserved hug.

“Let me in, child. It’s nippy out here!”

Moving into the house, Mya's stomach does a somersault.

“I know I didn’t call before I came, but it’s been a minute since I’ve been here!” She exclaims, turning back to her daughter. “Were you headed out? You look pretty!”

“Thanks, mama,” she smiles, “and I was, actually. Isaiah’s taking me to breakfast.”

“Oh?! So he should be here, shortly, huh? I finally get to meet this young man.” She says as she sits on the arm of the couch.

“Ma, please don’t embarrass me.”

“I would never do such a thing!” She gasps at the allegation, to which Mya responds with a tilt of her head.

“Do you remember when I dated Aaron? You told that boy that I wet the bed until I was eight!”

“Because, his mother told me that he wet the bed until he was thirteen! I thought it was a bonding moment for you two.”

“You gotta be joking.” She shakes her head.

“Honey, you were in junior high. You’re grown, now, I’ll keep my embarrassing stories to myself.” She holds her hands up.

“You say that like it was character development or something!” She irritably responds, to which her mother laughs.

“I’m sorry! You guys did date for a while, though.”

“Yeah. He probably felt bad for me, since my mom’s crazy.”

Before she could utter a rebuttal, another knock sounded at the door. Her heart drops into her ass.

“I’m begging you.”

“Girl, open the door, already.” She says, shooing her toward it.

Sighing, Mya pulls the door back open to see Isaiah, clad in all black, with a rose in his hand.

“You and these flowers,” she smiles, pulling him in for a hug and a kiss, taking the flower from him.

“You know I can’t show up, empty handed. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long. You look beautiful.”

“It’s okay, and thank you. I’ve actually got someone that I’d love for you to meet.” They head inside, over to where her mother is patiently waiting to be introduced.

“Isaiah, this is my mama. Ma, this is Isaiah.” They shake hands.

“It’s very nice to meet you, ma’am. I’ve heard so much about you.” He says.

“As I have about you! This girl’s very fond of you.”

He smiles. “I’m very fond of her, too.”

She glances in Mya’s direction, wiggling her brows before turning her attention back to him. Mya blushes, sitting her rose on the coffee table.

“How’d you two meet?”

“That story’s actually kinda funny. We’d previously seen each other in the break room, but I didn’t really know what to say.”

“Why not?” She questions, making Mya curious as well.

“She’s really pretty, and it made me nervous.” He admits, making Mya's jaw drop a bit.

“She was walking down the hall and someone was carrying this huge poster board. I pulled her back, before it knocked her down. I think she said I saved her life.” He jokes, earning a slap on the arm.

“Shut up,” Mya giggles.

“How cute is that!” Her mother coos, before standing to her feet. “Well, I’ll let you two get on with your day. It was a pleasure to meet you, handsome.” She holds her hand out, again.

“Pleasure’s all mine.” He covers her hand with both of his, smiling.

“Hope to see you again soon! Treat my baby well!”

“Yes ma'am!”

“Thanks for stopping by, ma. I’ll call you later.” The two step towards the door, hugging one another before she leaves.

“Love you!”

“Love you, too!” She waves, before closing the door.

Isaiah walks the short distance to her, his arm wrapping itself around her waist.

“You look so pretty. I say that already?”

“You did,” she giggles, “I feel like I haven't addressed how good you look, though.”

“Ah, thank you babygirl.” He kisses her cheek before she moves to grab her jacket.

“Anytime, handsome. Where are we going?”

“There’s this place on central ave, it’s called Snooze. I’ve never been, but I heard it’s really good. It’s got those mimosas that the girls be talkin’ bout— by girls, I mean Jane.” Mya laughs, pulling him towards the door.

“Come on, you dork.”

Taking their seats at the colorful bar, they scoot in close and hang their jackets on the back of their chairs.

“Hey, guys! I’m Amber, I’ll be your server this mornin’. Can I get y’all started with some drinks?”

“Hm.. I think I wanna try the boozy blackberry mint lime-made. It sounds good!” Mya says. The waitress immediately nods.

“One of my favorites. It’s kinda strong, but it’s delicious.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait.” She dances in her seat, looking over at Isaiah, who’s already shaking his head at her.

“I’ll take an iced tea. One of us has to be sober, right?” He cracks.

“I suppose.” The waitress jokes, making Mya laugh. “I’ll be right back with those.”

“So, I’m the only one having fun, today?” She asks.

“Nah, my entertainment is you, baby.” He fondly pats her knee.

She blushes. “You’re so sweet.”

“Anything for you.” He winks.

“It was nice meeting your mom,” he continues, “I gotta get my two favorite ladies together now, too.”

“Yeah! I’d love to meet the woman that birthed my favorite man.”

His cheeks warm at the sentence.

“It’s cute, when you steal my words and use them on me.”

“I think so, too.” They share a kiss, just as the drinks come.

“Oh, I just love the affection!” The waitress coos. “You cuties need a couple minutes to look over the menu?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Alright, I’ll be right over here!” She points to a spot at the other end of the bar.

Mya grabs her menu, scanning the many delicious options it has to offer. “I think… I want French toast.”

“I think I’ll get the same. I’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, today.”

“You do, huh?”

“I do, I do.”

She giggles, taking a sip of her drink. Her eyes immediately widened.

“What? Strong like she said?” He asks.

“Yeah, but it’s really good!” She whisper-yells, making him chuckle.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Their waitress comes back and takes their orders, leaving them to their semi-serene moment in the midst of the chatter, on either side of and behind them. Their eyes rest on the television above, showing a rerun of a college basketball game.

“I swear, every place like this plays the same channel.” Mya says, still sipping on her drink.

“Either this or SportCenter.” Isaiah snorts. His arm now draped around her frame.

She fidgets, before relaxing against him.

“Can I tell you something?” She asks, her eyes still on the tv.

“Of course.”

“You make me just a tad bit nervous, sometimes.” Her voice comes out small, again.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t take it the wrong way,” she looks in his direction. “Have you ever liked someone so much, the amount of butterflies in your stomach just kinda scare you?”

His frown slowly turns up, easing her increased heart rate. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

“That’s how I feel about you… if you didn’t guess it, by now.” She slides a nagging curl behind her ear, staring down at their intertwined fingers.

“I know we say it a lot.. but, it feels nice to say it to someone who feels the same way. You know?”

“Now, I really really really like you,” he says, making her giggle and swat at him as he presses endless pecks to her cheek.

“That’s a lot of really’s. It might turn into something else.” She teases.

“I ain't scared.” He shrugs.

“Neither am I.”

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A full belly and two more mimosas later, Mya’s in the middle of telling Isaiah, yet another random thought that’s buzzing around in her tipsy mind.

“The media’s full of shit, I’m telling you. They get in everybody’s business and start stirrin’ shit up. Just like white people,” she whispers, but it comes out louder than intended, while he chokes on his laughter.

“For real, ‘saiah. Every “downfall” is probably nothing more than a fluke that gets muddled through the pipelines of a group of greedy bastards that need a way to make extra cash. Taking pictures of famous people gotta bring more than bacon to the table.”

“I agree with you. You can see it blatantly through the fan bases of certain people.” He adds.

“Exactly!—Ugh, don’t get me started!” She waves her hand, sticking her fork into the honeydew that was left on her plate. He laughs again, thoroughly  entertained.

“Want some?” She asks.

“I’ve never had it. Is it good?”

Mya sits up, a look of disbelief coloring her face.

“What— a southern man like yourself has never had honeydew?? Have you at least tried cantaloupe?”

He laughs at her expression. “You’re very animated. It’s funny— but, yes, I’ve had cantaloupe before. It’s not my favorite, and I guess that discouraged me to try anything else like it. It just never seemed appealing to me.” He responds.

“Do you wanna try it? In my opinion, it’s sweeter than cantaloupe. I don’t like that shit either.” Her face holds a slight mean mug.

“I’ve got nothin’ to lose, right?”

“I don't think so!” she laughs. “You don’t have to try it.”

“Nah, I’ll try it.” He shrugs. “C’mere.”

“Huh?”

“Huh?” He mocks, beckoning her with a single finger in his direction. “Come here.”

“I almost channeled my inner Mercedes, and chin checked you.” She says, before holding the fork in his direction.

He scoffs, “abuse in public? How rude.”

“The waitresses’ll back me up.” She looks in their direction, making them laugh and give her a thumbs up.

“That’s cold, ladies.” He chuckles, before finally taking a bite.

She studies his expression as he chews. “You like it?”

“It’s better than what I was expecting.” He responds as she nods.

She swipes her thumb over his bottom lip, catching the excess juice from the fruit before licking it off.

“Mm,”

His brows raise as she turns away from him, hiding the grin on her face. His subtle laugh makes it worse.

“Guess three’s your magic number too, huh?” He asks.

She playfully cuts her eyes at him, folding her hands in her lap.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughs.

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“Thanks for breakfast,” Mya says, twirling her keys in her hand as they stand in front of her door. “I enjoyed myself.”

“As did I.” He smiles. “We gotta keep you away from the bubbles, though.” He jokes.

“Don’t do me!” she rolls her eyes. “Three’s our magic number, remember?”

“Our, huh?”

Her eyes roll back, once more. “Shut up.”

“You got it.” Their lips meet, catching her off guard as his hands find her waist.

A sort of laughing sigh leaves her as their lips mold together. Her hands find the sides of his face.

He pulls her closer to him as he tugs on her bottom lip. A slight moan leaves her.

Resting her hand against his chest, she sighs.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling away.

“I really like you, and I don’t wanna do what I always do in these situations.”

“What do you always do in situations like this?” He asks.

“Something I’m sure I wouldn’t regret..” she briefly looks up at him, his expression making her avert her gaze as her face grows hot.

“It’s okay. I wouldn’t regret it, either.” He says, pulling her gaze back to him. “But if you’re not ready, we don’t have to go there.”

But, I am ready!!!!!

Suppressing her urge, she nods. “I— I might be a little too drunk for this conversation.”

A mutual laugh carries through the wind. Still wrapped in each other’s arms, they kiss once more and part ways.

“I’ll call you later.” He promises, hopping into his truck, not driving off til she made it inside.

Pulling her jacket off, she sighs and plops down on the couch. Turning the tv on, another episode of Living Single plays, making her groan.

“Ugh!” she lays on top of the pillows, frowning as his scent hits her nose. She groans all over again.

Her phone begins to ring. Leaning up to grab it out of her jacket, Cedes💘 flashes across her screen.

Laying back down, she answers the FaceTime call.

“Hey, girl.”

“Ew, what’s wrong?” She asks, taking in her friend’s distressed expression.

“I’m just losing my mind. Nothing serious.”

“Wha– girl, what’s going on?”

“I almost threw caution to the wind!” She palms her face. 

Mercedes already knowing what she meant, her face lights up like a Christmas tree.

“Ooooh, you and swole arms ‘bout got it on?!”

“Yes,” she whines, her face still covered by her hand. “I was so close.”

“What happened??”

“We fell asleep on the couch last night and I woke up in his lap. I almost jumped out of my body, because I thought we did something, and then I felt stupid ‘cause we were still fully clothed.”

Mercedes starts laughing, catching a mean glare in return.

“Hey, someone’s gotta tease you for that! I know he didn’t.”

“No, he’s a sweetheart, unlike you, you imp.” She rolls her eyes.

“Anyway, he took me to breakfast and I didn’t even get to my second mimosa before I started telling too much.”

“Oh, girl. You know liquor is not your friend!”

“I know, but I’m always up for a good time! And he didn’t seem to mind, which made me even more comfortable and I just really like him.”

“Then, what’s the problem?”

I don’t wanna give it up and be lonely again.” She frowns.

“Oh, honey.” Mercedes’ expression mirrors that of her friend’s.

“Listen. I’ve only met him once and I immediately knew that he wasn’t the type of man to just screw around. He genuinely likes you. All of you! The things that we tease you for, he finds adorable. The things you don’t like about yourself, he admires. Y’all might not be in love or anything, but the feelings that’re there are mutual. I know you’ve gotta see it for yourself and know that he’s worth it, but I promise you won’t get left. I’d kill him, either way.” She winks, making Mya crack a smile.

“Thank you, girl. I just have so much baggage still. Literal ptsd from his crazy ass.”

“I'm still mad you didn't let me whoop his ass, but jail will do! For now, anyway.”

“You know I can't live right if you’re locked up!”

“I know, I know. At least you know I got your back.”

“I do, I do.” She smiles. “Thanks for calling. I really needed to get that off me.”

“That’s what I’m here for!! Besides getting on you and aunt Savannah’s nerves!”

“You know that’s the only reason she gave you the job, right?” Mya jokes.

“You just wait til I see you. We’ll see if Isaiah saves you from my foot like he did that poster board.”

“Shut the fuck up! Bye! Love you!”

“Love you, too!” She blows a kiss before hanging up.

She sits her phone down on the coffee table, before turning her attention to the screen. Eventually, she dozed off.

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Isaiah sits across from his sister, Sabrina, currently talking her head off about his new favorite girl.

“She’s so beautiful, man.” He sighs. “I’m not even talking about her face anymore. Just her, in general. I’ve never seen someone wear their heart on their sleeve like her and be so proud about it.”

Sabrina smiles. “Sounds a lot like someone I know. Maybe, she’s been through shit too, ‘saiah.”

“Yeah, we’ve talked about it briefly. She’s definitely got scars. But, you wouldn’t know it by being around her. She’s a light.”

“You sound head over heels, over there!”

He rubs the back of his neck. “I just might be.”

Her eyes widened at his confession.

“Well, now I’ve got to meet her! But, wait..” she pauses, leaning forward on the table. “This ain’t another Janae situation, is it?”

“No, mama.” The scrunch is his expression making her laugh. “It’s not.”

“Hey, I’m just making sure! That girl had you runnin’ behind her like a lost puppy, out here.”

He sighs. “Can we change the subject, please? That was a long time ago.”

“Okay, my bad. When do I get to meet your girlfriend?”

“She's not my girlfriend.. yet. When’s the next time you’re free?”

“Hm. Next Wednesday. You guys should come to my job on your lunch break!”

“Alright, I’ll set it up.” He stands up from his seat to hug her, “tell Elijah I’ll be in the car.”

“Where y’all goin’?”

“Tuxedo shopping. I’ve gotta look my best at the Gold Ball,” he fixes his imaginary tie, making his sister laugh.

“Oh boy, I hate I’m gonna miss that.”

“Don’t be a hater all your life, okay?”

Grabbing an apple, she tosses it near his head. His left hand reached out just in time, catching the shiny red fruit.

“Of course, you caught it.” Their younger brother says as he rounds the corner.

“Yeah, him and those crazy fast reflexes. I almost had him, too!” She scowls.

“Better luck, next time.” Isaiah says, turning towards his brother. “You ready to go, man?”

“Yep. You lettin’ me drive?”

“Hell no. C’mon.” He says, before heading out the door.

The snickers from his sister turns him back toward her, a similar scowl on his own face. “Really?”

“Better luck, next time.” She mocks, waving him goodbye as he flips her off.

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Standing inside Bailey Brothers’ clothing store, Isaiah browses the expansive collection. His brother, Elijah, trails behind, half listening as he asks for color suggestions.

“I don't know.. wear red.”

“Too bright.”

“Burgundy?” He asks,  looks up from his phone.

“Mm. Maybe.”

Stopping in front of a mannequin, his interest is finally piqued.

“Man, this is a nice suit.”

A Lugard original.

Splashes of cream, maroon and champagne blend beautifully with the help of a metallic overlay for the suit jacket. A burgundy, double breasted cross cut waistcoat, shirt, tie and matching trousers.

“Try it on, man.” His brother nods, sliding his phone into his pocket and pulling over an associate to assist his brother.

Stepping out of the dressing room, he pans around. “What do you think?”

“I don’t like the jacket. It’s too bright,” he chuckles, “the rest of it is sweet, though.”

He sighs. “I can’t buy the suit without the jacket, man.”

“Do you like it?”

“I did, no thanks to you.”

Elijah rolls his eyes.

“Call your girl and ask her opinion or something. We’ve been in here for almost an hour, man.”

“My fault, I'm holding you up? Somewhere you gotta be?” He sarcastically asks.

“Whatever. Ima go check in with Charlie.” He says, before leaving out.

“Of course you are.” He scoffs, before pulling out his phone to facetime Mya, who answers on the third ring.

“Hey, ‘saiah.” Her smile is big, matching his own.

“Hey, beautiful. How’d you sleep?”

She laughs, wiping the crud out of her eye. “Like a baby. What’s up?”

“I need help picking out a tuxedo for the ball.”

“Aww, you want my help??” She squeals.

“Of course. My brother wanted to tag along, but he just left me to go flirt with the girls at the bar, across the way.”

Mya snickers.

“Oh boy. Well, have you tried anything on, yet?”

“I’ve got one on, right now. Hold on.” Finding a small table, he props the phone up and takes a couple steps back as he fits into the frame.

“I like it!”

“You do??”

“I do! Red might be your color, instead of mine. Only thing.. I’m not too crazy about the jacket.”

“It’s too bright, huh?”

“I was thinking shiny in my head, but that works too.” She nods.

“Alright, let’s try another.”

Sliding into an Italian, black velvet-soaked suit, he turns towards the mirror, straightening the matching scarf tie.

“I don’t know how I feel about this one.” He says, glancing over at the phone. Mya looks up her binder.

“Let me see.”

Moving back into the frame, he pans around as she gets a good look. She chews on her nail.

“I like this one, better than the other one.” She says. “Black looks good on you, too. And, it’s velvet! You can’t go wrong, there.”

“Even with the scarf tie? It doesn’t look weird?”

“Not to me– do you like it?”

“I mean, it’s cool. I’m not crazy about it.” He shrugs, still adjusting the suit, unbuttoning the jacket and buttoning it back. Moving the scarf around, even switching it out with the bow tie option.

“I can see that. You want something colorful?”

“I do, yeah. I’m just not seeing a color that’s really doin’ it for me. The first suit was cool, but I don’t wanna stick out like a sore thumb in a ‘shiny’ jacket, either.”

“They’d never forget you!” She cracks, making him chuckle. “But, just because I don’t like it, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t wear it.”

“You’re right.” He disappears momentarily, before reappearing back in his own clothes. Grabbing the phone up from the table, he heads out of the dressing room and back onto the floor, searching for another suit.

“Alright, I’ll try one more and then I’m giving up!” He dramatically announces. She rolls her eyes.

“Isaiah, you’re a drama queen, sometimes.”

He scoffs, further proving her point. “I should hang up on you.”

“Who else is gonna watch you play dress up, boo?” She tilts her head at the same time that he looks back down at the screen, making them both laugh.

“Good point.”

“I know it.” She looks back at her notes, scribbling a couple of things down, as well as doodling all over her page.

“I’ve got another idea for the office!”

“I see you writing away, over there. Lay it on me.”

“It’s just little things that I’ve been thinking about— like, marble floors could be cool! Rounding off the tops of the archways, I didn’t wanna call ‘em door spaces,” she laughs. “It makes the building look taller.”

“I think it all sounds really cool, babe. You got visuals?”

“Thank you! And yes, the internet was my friend, today!” She exclaims. “I’ve created a folder on my laptop for it and everything.”

“I wanna see,” he says, still skimming through the suits.

“Want me to come over, later?” She asks. “We can order a pizza and I can show you all of my ideas!” She cheeses.

He swoons at the sight.

“Sounds like a plan, babygirl.”

“Great. Still looking?”

“I think.. I found the perfect one.” He says, and for the first time since he’s been on the phone, she can hear the excitement in his tone. It makes her excited, as well.

After calling the associate over, heading back into the dressing room, undressing and redressing in the suit, he takes a look in the mirror.

He snaps his fingers. “This is it.”

“Let me see! Let me see!” She yells.

He stands back in front of the camera, doing another spin. She immediately nods, clapping her hands.

Another all black suit, tailored just right to his muscled build, a red pocket square and matching tie to set it off.

“Wow. That’s absolutely the one. I like the style of the pants, very 70’s flare!”

“Yeah, I like that too!”

“Mmhm, it looks really good on you.” She swoons, placing her chin in the palm of her hand.

His own face runs hot underneath her gaze. “Thank you, pretty.”

“You’re welcome. Glad I could help.”

“I appreciate you. I’ll see you later?” His tone was full of hope, even though she’d already made plans to do so.

“You’ll see me later,” she smiles.

“Good.”

“Now, buy the suit and go wrangle your brother from those girls.” She laughs. He sucks his teeth.

“Kid’s gonna be the death of me, I swear. But, alright. I’ll let you get back to your notes.”

“Alright.” She blows him a kiss. He catches it in his hand, sticking it in the suit’s breast pocket.

She giggles as he explains that it’s for good luck, before they finally end their conversation.

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Standing inside of Windsor, Mya's friends, sister and mama help her pick through her options for the gold ball. 

“What about this one? I think it’s cute.”

The Valdrin Sahiti ivory gown with its spaghetti straps and deep enough v-cut, beaded silhouette and ostrich feather train made her feel ethereal.

The feedback made her feel even better.

“Wow! We have to look at more dresses after this one??” Mercedes asks.

“It’s very beautiful, I agree.” Her mother chimes in. “The cut is even tasteful.”

“I love this color on you, honestly. It makes you pop!” Gina says, making Taylor agree.

“Pick this one!”

“Well, there’s another one I wanna try, before I settle! But, I really really like this one, too!”

Stepping off the platform, she rushes into the dressing room to try the other one on, with the help of the lovely associate.

“Okay, here’s the second option!”

Stepping back out, the collective gasp lets her know that she’d, indeed, saved the best for last.

“Wow! Never mind. This is the one!” Gina exclaims.

A brown and purple mosaic style ensemble, this time from Mirror Palais. Silky with a small train for drama, complete with the back out.

“Wow,” her mother exclaims.

“Get this one,” they say in unison.

“I knew this would get y'all!”

“Mmhm. Somebody ain’t gon’ know how to act when he sees this dress.” Mercedes says, snickering to herself.

“Mercedes, please.” Mya laughs, heading back into the dressing room to put her clothes back on. Her brash friend comes with.

“What?! Am I lying??”

“Not necessarily, but shh.” She hints at her mother. “She’ll get wind of him going, and start badgering me about that, on top of asking me why I didn’t tell her!”

“You’re right, my bad.” She apologizes, helping her place the dress in its garment bag. “I’m just so excited for him to see you!”

“Ugh, you should see what he’s wearing.”

“Ooh, you got a picture?”

“I took a screenshot while we were on the phone, earlier.” She goes searching for the picture, squealing as she comes back across it.

Taylor pushes the curtain to the dressing room back, as she steps in. “I heard squealing and I didn’t wanna miss whatever’s going on!”

“Look!” She shows her friends a candid of Isaiah in his burnt orange ensemble.

“Wow!”

“I know!!”

She stares at the picture with them, completely in awe of how good he looks.

A heavenly sigh comes from her lips, making them giggle.

“Sorry, let me put this away.” She snaps out of it, sliding her phone into her sweats.

“Can I ask you something?” Taylor says, sitting on a stool.

“Sure, wassup?”

“I know y’all got a lil hot on your porch, but do you think it’ll go beyond that? Especially, y’all being so attracted to each other?”

Pausing before answering, she sticks her head out, finding her mom and sister by the entrance. She closes the curtain and starts spilling.

“It’s complicated, honestly. Like, I’d love to jump that man’s bones— I’d love to. But, it’s so much more important to me that I get to know him. He’s just so fun to be around— to talk to! The men I’ve come across didn’t even know my favorite color, nor did they care about my random facts, you know? I really, really, really like him. Plus, I’ve got emotional damage to lay to rest, before I have sex, again. That’s not a smart idea.” She explains.

Her friends take in her words, understanding where she’s coming from. They both give her a much needed hug, almost making her cry.

“We love you, girl.”

“You better never forget it, either.”

“I love you guys, too.” She sniffles, as they pull away. She grabs the garment bag and they all regroup to checkout.

“Thanks for finally helping me choose a dress. I can now relax!”

They all hug and part ways for the night.

☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.☆:☆: .☽ .☆: .☽ · 。ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆

Her binder, folder and laptop take up half of the spacious coffee table that Isaiah owns, while the pizza boxes take up the rest.

“Okay, what about marble counters instead of marble floors?” She asks.

“I liked it for the floors, honestly. You think it might be too much?”

“I don’t know… maybe? We could always make the floors a solid color like black or even chocolate!”

“That’s an idea, yeah!” He nods, laughing as she writes it down.

“What about the pastel idea you were telling me about, a couple days ago?” He asks. “Did you trash that one?”

“No, no! I like that idea, too!” She looks between her notes and the goofy expression on his face, sighing.

“Okay, okay. I obviously need to hone in on a color scheme.”

“You think?”

“Listen, I didn’t come over here to get chastised for being scatterbrained, alright?” She pokes his chest.

“I’m just playing.” He chuckles. “Maybe.”

“And that’s exactly why you can’t see my gown, until the night of the ball.”

He kisses his teeth. “Who do you think you are, Cinderella?”

“Of course not! I’m cooler than her. I’m me.” She says, matter-of-factly.

He snickers, watching her type away on her laptop.

“The pastels make more sense for the type of place we work at,” she starts. “But, wouldn’t it be fun to shake shit up??”

“Of course, it would! The rustic, barrel club chairs and the teardrop chandeliers that you mentioned earlier, was something I’d never thought of seeing at work. That’d be dope!”

She stops typing to glance in his direction. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” He nudges her side. “Me being somewhat of a “handyman”, myself. I could always help you install those.”

“You really wanna help me with all of this?”

“Yeah! You’ve got me excited about all of it. I figure, you can use all the hands you can get, right?”

“That’s very true. I’ll definitely have a full schedule, once I start this thing.” She sighs, cracking her knuckles before looking at him.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being you.”

Like clockwork, his face runs warm from her words.

“Anytime.” His grin widened.

Knowing she could spend an eternity staring at him, she drops her gaze back to her laptop, clearing her throat.

“Okay. Last call, I suppose. Pastels or neutrals?”

“I vote for neutrals, but it only matters what you think. It’s your project.”

“Nope, you wanna help me, so it’s your project too, now.” She points out.

“You got me, there.” She laughs, closing her laptop, along with her binder and folder.

“I’m gonna call it, cause I’m tired of looking at all of this. Have you packed for the trip?”

“Yeah, I finished up yesterday. What about you?”

“Almost. I just need a rollaway case for my dress, so it doesn’t get smushed.”

“Understandable. I had to purchase a foldable bag for my suit. It’s actually pretty convenient.”

“I didn’t even know they made such a thing!”

“Me neither! One of the associates pointed me to it, when I was checking out.”

“Hm. How much was the suit, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“$450. Not too bad.” He answers. “How much was your dress?”

“Well, it was pretty pricey, in my opinion. I believe the total came to almost $800. I didn't even wanna really look!”

“So, this dress must be something to behold, huh?”

“You’ll find out soon.” She cheeses wide.

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[teddybeartoji]

mickey that makeout post did something to my brain chemistry... the world suddenly got brighter and more colorful... i feel like i did a line of coke after reading that thank you

HAHAHAHHAHAHA LUNNIEEEE I LOVE YOUUUU I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH DID YOU KNOW THATTTVSVDJSVEJSHS

[stormbreaker-290]

In other news:

[ryujiinxx]

need me some fat bitches(bubba sawyer)

[itsbrucey]

Werewolf Darryl getting scratched under the chin and his face held. Tail wagging.

[the-crow-binary]

Hi! In scenarios where Dracula gets together with Isaac and/or Hector, what would Death's reaction be? This is just my Deathula self wanting to see that (つω⊂* )

Oh Death <3 Dracula's first, eternal simp <3 His forever husband <3 I bet seeing him get with Lisa was already hard enough, but then with his general(s)?? When he's right here?? :< Rude. :< It's not Hector nor Isaac who betrayed their old Lord to give him his soul :< It's not them who've been by his side for 400 years and protected him and nourrished him and guided him and helped him become who he is today :< What the hell? :<

He wouldn't say anything, of course, but Dracula starts to know him after living together for 400 years. It's obvious he is unhappy, even though all he wants is his master's satisfaction and happiness... and mouth and body and soul and love and

But even though, and he's the first surprised by that, he'd be a bit jealous... he also knows that Isaac and Hector are humans, and so, momentary :) They'll never develop the bond he already shares with Dracula, one that only immortal beings can understand. Dracula can have all the affairs he wants with mortal people, in the end, it doesn't matter, because he's always going to be The One. His only companion in eternity. Dracula always comes back to him no matter what, and Death is patient... a few decades are nothing in the face of eternity. <3

[dixidin]

I nearly forgot to post this, but two words can sum up my whole experience with the new spider verse movie. I cried