i think you should wait ((abt the texting crush)) tbh i would
How long? I mean we went on a date almost a week ago and she talked about plans for this weekend but isn’t responding....I feel like I should send something tomorrow but I don’t wanna be too needy
BUT I NEED EVERYONE’S HELP before tomorrow.....I have new content if that’s incentive....it’s not but oh well.
Okay so here’s what I need help with. Because I suck at dating....and I’m weak af.
I went on a date with the person I said I had a crush on after like 3 weeks of beating around the bush. AND IT WENT WELL. We kissed and started making plans for next weekend (this weekend).
I sent her a text on Sunday....and SHE LOOKED AT IT BUT DIDN’T RESPOND. Yeah her ass left it on read.
So here I am, Tuesday, wondering if I send a different message or what. I mean....I don’t know.
So if anyone could give advice that would be great
Okay so I’m kinda back. Personal drama, I know, coupled with the hiatus of TF/TS/TJ/TS means I just didn’t have as much incentive to come back. But I’m kinda back. I’m not gonna be as active as I was...but I’ll still be on....
Summary: Becca and MC break up but can’t seem to stay away
Pairing: Becca x MC
Word Count: 2,499
Author’s Notes: Fic request fulfilled for @940807
MC broke up and are with different people and they find each other again and cheat on their significant other only to end up together again and in the end one of them propose
Neither of you are surprised when it happened. To be honest, you're almost certain both of you expected it for awhile. She graduated and went off to law school; you had no time for each other. The distance certainly didn't help, and despite everything the two of you went through, you called it quits.
You say you, but honestly, you're not sure who pulled the plug. Scratch that. You're mostly sure it was you. After all, you planned the trip and initiated the converstaion - you didn't want to do it over the phone - but looking back, it was all one heartbreaking blur.
You can't say you were happier after the break up. You knew it was something you had to do, but that just means you can still live with yourself. Truthfully, it was the hardest thing you ever did, but you don't admit that to yourself. Instead, you tell yourself to move on. After all, if it was meant to work out, it would have. The two of you were and are just different people.
Time flies by and one month turns into two months, which turns into four, and pretty soon it's been an entire year. During that time, you hop from one bed to another. This behavior isn't you. In fact, you've never done anything like this before. But maybe, just maybe, it's the new you. After all, you rationalize, a stranger's bed is still warmer than your empty bed.
Eventually you meet someone. You're in a coffee shop in New York because you got a new job there. You smile and she smiles and you laugh and she laughs and one thing leads to another. You find out that she's going to med school in town. She's pretty and fulfills your laundry list of requirements. Your family instantly loves her and her family instantly loves you. Your friends joke that if you ever let her go they'll kill you and then marry her. You just smile and laugh.
They're right, you tell yourself, after all, the two of you never fight or argue. You tell her that you love her. You really do, but you can't help but think of her as a replacement. Sometimes, when you're really tired or drunk, you see her from behind and think her blonde hair belongs to Becca, but then a sense of guilt washes over you.
Time marches on and nothing really changes. Between work and your relationship you don't have much time for anything else. It's everything you've ever wanted, you continue to tell yourself. And for that, you're happy, you guess. At a year and a half into your relationship, you're comfortable. No two relationships are the same, a fact you know well, and you know you shouldn't compare your relationships, yet you find yourself doing just that.
Then, one day you're out and about at a cafe with your girlfriend when you spot your ex. At first you think your eyes are deceiving you, but as you walk closer you come to wish she was actually a mirage. Your girlfriend is the perfect, amiable girl she always is while you can't help your terse attitude. You wish you could just say your farewells and try to move along like you know you should, but before you know it, Becca is coming to your birthday party at your girlfriend's behest.
Leave it up to your girlfriend to invite your ex to a party. She reasons that she wants to know people from your past. You reason that it's insane to invite an ex to a party. The two of you argue about it, the first serious argument you think you've ever had, but you drop the subject because you know you can't be rude and uninvite someone. Especially an ex. Especially that ex.
The day of your party you're feeling butterflies like you haven't in years. You think seriously of calling off the party multiple times, but you back away from it at the last moment each instance. When it finally comes, your girlfriend glows in her dress and, for a period of time between the drinks and the food, you forget all about your ex.
But then, through the crowd, you spot immaculate blonde hair and for once it's not the alcohol speaking. You can feel the butterflies fluttering around as you walk towards her. The moment you reach her, the room stands still and you're sure this is a movie because surely this type of thing doesn't happen in real life. You know you should feel pangs of guilt, but the only thing you can feel right now is happiness that you haven't felt in years.
The rest of you talk and it's like nothing ever happened between the two of you. You start of with small talk, but before you know it you're talking about your personal lives. She's just beginning as an attorney, having successfully passed the bar. She laughs and jokes that her job is hell and her life is based around her job, but you can see the sparkle in her eyes that tells you she's happy. She even casually drops she's seeing someone. Casually, of course, because she doesn't have time for anything serious.
Envy creeps towards you as you open your mouth to respond. The hand on the small of your back reminds you that you have someone comfortable. You look at your girlfriend and that ever present feeling of guilt washes over you. You smile and excuse yourself to make the rounds, only this time your smile isn't forced. When you go back to talk again, She left, but this time you know it's not permanent.
True to your thoughts, she slowly creeps back into your life. At first it's sporadic and you mostly only see her at group outings and parties. You learn she doesn't have many friends, having moved back to the area after law school. You're pretty sure your girlfriend takes pity on her lack of friends because to be honest, that's the only explanation you have for why your girlfriend wants your ex in your life.
Before you know it you're seeing her much more often. Your girlfriend seems happy and even comments that she enjoys her company. You can't for the life of you tell why, but her saying that eases your guilt. After all, if she likes her, you obviously should as well.
The time spent with Becca is easy and carefree. You know you're traveling down a dangerous road, yet something, or rather someone, is enticing. You catch yourself gazing at her a bit longer than you should. You're pretty sure that you catch her gazing at you a bit longer than she should. You know you shouldn't. You also know you shouldn't let your knee touch her knee or your shoulder touch her shoulder. But in no time, the pangs of guilt seem to dissapate.
One night, at a friend's party, you see Becca. Your girlfriend, who had to go save lives at her residency, didn't come. You should be proud, but really, you don't care. And that should hurt, but you again don't care.
The party continues and drinks are poured. At first you don't drink anything, telling yourself that you can't let your guard down, but after awhile someone convinces you to try their cocktail and you find your lacking validity. By the end of the night, she's in a similiar state. You've always been a good friend and you're still a good friend so you tell her that you'll make sure that she gets home safe.
Eventually your ride comes and the two of you hop in the back of the car, leaving no seat between the two of you. The ride to her apartment is and quiet and there's a sense of something in the air that you can't feel. You nervously pull at the edge of your dress, but she puts her hand over yours in reassurance. You know you should pull away immediately, but you don't. Instead, you turn and look at her, only to find that she's already looking at you.
She still tastes the same and you still know her mouth like the back of your hand. At first you can only think about how to get up to her apartment, but your mind quickly stops as you feel her lips trailing to your ear. Her hot breath makes you shudder and involuntarily moan, and you're completely engrossed in the moment.
When you wake up the next morning, the two of you are tangled together. You chuckle when you realize that despite the time, nothing has changed. Well, almost nothing. Her sheets are now silk and her budget matches her taste. You look over at her only to find her still in a deep sleep, which doesn't surprise you at all. She always was the one to wake up second. A part of you wants to wake her up, but instead you settle on holding her close.
She finally does wake up, and after staring at each other for awhile, the two of you untangle yourselves. You're sad to leave her embrace because you've yearned for it for so long, but also because you know that now you're back in the real world again. And the real world has real consequences.
After a few tense moments, she chews on her lip and looks at you. You know exactly what she is feeling. You shouldn't have done this. Yet, you did and you can't change the past. And to be quite honest, you're fairly certain that if you had to do it all over again you would. And judging by the look on her face, you're also fairly certain that she would as well. You expect her to give you options, to tell you what you can and cannot do. But she doesn't.
That kills you more than you knew possible, and the feelings of guilt that you managed to suppress for the entire night and most of the morning come washing over you. In an instant you run to the bathroom, sick with guilt. When you get out, she's just staring at you. She stares at you before opening her mouth to tell you that you know what you have to do. And what she knows she has to do.
You don't say anything back, which you can tell was the wrong decision. Opening your mouth now will just open up the floodgates and you can't let her see you in worse shape than you're already in. But when you look at her, you see tears falling from her eyes and before you know it yours follow. There's a mutual understanding that you can't lose each other again, but a similar mutual fear that you will.
She taps her fingers and you know that's her signaling you to leave. You gather your clothes and head out the door. You remember the first time the two of you did this. Any other time you'd laugh at the similarities, but not this time.
When you head back to your apartment, you expect your girlfriend to be there, but she isn't. So you take the time to take a shower and unsuccessfully attempt to wash all of your guilt off. You sit on the shower floor, sopping wet, staring at your feet. You know what you have to do, but you don't admit that to yourself until your hear the doorknob to your apartment turn.
The conversation was hard. Not the hardest, but one of harder converstaions you've had in your life. You'd say it was the second hardest breakup you ever had to do in your life. You want to say you took it hard, that it's the reason the breakup was hard, but you know that is a lie.
You don't tell her everything that happened. In fact, you don't tell her anything. Only that you have feelings for Becca. Which, honestly, isn't a lie. Or maybe it is lying by omission. You don't know, you're not an attorney so you really don't care, and you're certainly not going to ask the attorney you do know for clarification.
No, the real reason it's hard is because of the look on your now ex-girlfriend's face. The tidal wave that hits you is a mixture of guilt and shame, but you know you deserve every last bit of it. You expect her to slap you, to scream at you until she's red, but she doesn't and she just leaves. You don't follow her.
Instead, you get in your car and head over to your ex's/current fling's house expecting her to be in a similar state. After all, she had to break up with someone as well. But instead, when she answers the door, you find her dressed in a simple white dress, her blonde hair lightly tousled. She stares at you for a moment, and you can see her face soften from a scowl.
Small tears form in the corners of her eyes and she turns away from you. You step around to face her and pull her close into an embrace. For a moment the two of you are silent, but then she starts to cry ever so slightly harder and you start to cry too. Except you're not sure if either of your tears are tears of happiness or sadness, and you don't really want to ask.
Somehow, against all odds, the two of you start to see each other again. After an inappropriate amount of time, considering you both went through breakups right before. And like before, it just feels right. You can't really explain it and you know it's the real thing because when you close your eyes, she's the only person that comes to mind. And when you see her from behind you know who she is and you smile.
Time marches on, but this time it's not so painful. Once again, one month turns into two and two months into four, which turns into a year. During that time, you spend your time in only one bed. And it belongs to both of you. This time there's no petty fights over space or paper. There's no question about whether you'll leave or not because you know you can't. And you know she can't. It's comfortable for all the right reasons.
You weren't suprrised when it happened. To be honest, you're almost certain you expected it for awhile. Scratch that. You're positive that you expected it for awhile. You're at a cafe when it happened. It was all one, happy blur. She got down on one knee and your heart almost stopped. All the preparation in the world couldn't help you contain your excitement. And in all that excitement, you almost forget to say yes. Almost, but not quite.
And just like that, you know you found your happiness. You know you found where you're meant to be.
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