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That One Summer Pt.7
Teddy POV
He should be asleep.
He knows he should.
You're tucked into him, breathing slow, steady, like nothing changed tonight. Like everything between you is still easy, still light, still something that doesn't need to be questioned.
He let himself sit in it, longer than he deserved. His hand rests along your back, thumb moving against your skin. You shift closer, instinctively, like you've already gotten used to being there.
It makes his chest tighten.
His gaze drops to you, taking in the way you've settled into him, the way you fit - like this is just where you end up now.
Lately it has been.
He didn't plan for this.
Didn't come into the summer thinking he'd be here - laying in bed with you like this, like crossing that line was even an option.
His little sister's best friend, that alone should've been enough.
It was enough in the beginning. He remembers keeping his distance, keeping things short, not letting himself linger too long around you because he already knew how that could go.
He tried.
He really did.
It had stopped being simple though.
Started with the small things, you always finding your way into the same room he was in. Conversations that lasted longer than they were supposed to. The way you'd look at him like you weren't trying to hide anything, like you were already comfortable with him in a way he didn't know what to do with.
Instead of shutting it down, he let it happen, and the realness of it all caught him off guard.
He likes you more than he ever planned to, more than he told himself he would, and now it's sitting in his chest in a way he can't ignore. He sees it in you too.
Not in anything you said, but in the way you move around him, the way you don't hesitate, the way you trust him without thinking twice about it.
It's deeper for you, and that makes him hesitate. He knows himself, knows the way he handles things when they start to matter too much.
His hand shifts to adjust the blanket around you, making sure you're covered before settling back against your skin. You don't wake, you just stay right there close to him. Trusting him to keep you there.
That's what he can’t shake.
Not what happened - but what it meant.
The way you looked at him tonight - before that line got crossed - stays with him.
Your hand on his thigh. Your voice soft but sure when you told him what you wanted. The way you didn't hesitate, didn't second guess it, and the moment you said it he wanted more.
More than he should have.
More than he let himself admit before that happened.
His jaw clenches, eyes shutting briefly as all of it settles in at once.
There is no way he could pretend that he doesn't understand what tonight meant to you. This wasn't just another moment for you, wasn't just something that could be brushed off in the morning, you trusted him with something so precious - and he let himself be the one to take it.
That realization hits harder than anything else. His eyes open again, dropping back down to you, softer now, conflicted in a way he doesn't let anyone else see.
You look peaceful, like you don't have a single doubt about what this is, about him but he still can't shake that feeling that keeps messing with him.
That thought in the back of his mind is pushing its way to the front, about how he knows himself. Knows the kind of mistake he makes when things get too real, too serious, too close to something he's not used to holding onto.
You? You're not something he can afford to mess up like that.
His hand tightens slightly against your back before he forces it to relax, like even that reaction is too much.
He shouldn't have let it get this far, not with you, not when he already knew what this was turning into. Now that he has, he needs to fix it before he becomes the kind of person you deserve...and ruins it anyway.
-
Teddy is already awake.
You’re still laid on his chest, one arm slung around him, his arm wrapped around you like it never moved. Everything feels warm, settled - like last night didn’t change anything.
You shift slightly, tilting your head up to look at him. He’s staring straight ahead, lost in thought. You pause for a second before slowly moving your arm from around him.
His gaze drops down to you, his expression soften instantly like whatever he was thinking about gets tucked away.
A small, almost easy smile pulls at his lips.
“Good morning,” you say softly.
“Morning,” he replies, voice a little deeper, quieter. “You sleep good?”
You nod.
He hums in response, leaning down to press a slow kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes, letting yourself sit in it, taking it in.
You thought he was going to kiss you again - your lips this time - but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls away, and you open your eyes just as he starts to sit up, his arm slipping from around you. You shift off him to give him space, the moment ending a little sooner than you expected.
"I'm about to shower," he says quickly, already moving.
The bathroom door closes before you can even respond.
You sit there for a second staring at the bathroom door. "...okay," you mumble to yourself.
You push yourself out of bed, hissing at the soreness, your movements slower than usual as you make your way out of his room and down the hall.
Once you're inside your own bathroom, you close the door behind you and lean against it, letting out a slow breath. Something felt off. The way he pulled away first, how quick he was to get up, like staying there any longer wasn’t an option.
You frown slightly, your brows pulling together as you stare at the floor.
Weren’t you suppose to… talk? He didn't even try to kiss you again, didn’t linger, didn’t say anything about last night at all.
You shift your weight, pushing yourself off the door as you shake your head lightly. Maybe you're overthinking it. Maybe he's just overwhelmed.
I mean... it was a lot.
For both of you.
You press your lips together, trying to settle that thought, trying to make it make sense in a way that doesn't leave that uncomfortable feeling sitting in your chest.
You turn toward the mirror - a soft gasp leaves your lips as your eyes land on your reflection.
Marks.
Your fingers lift instinctively, brushing lightly over your neck, tracing them as flashes of last night flicker through your mind.
The way he looked at you.
The way he held you.
The way everything felt.
You don’t regret it, not even a little but standing there now, staring at yourself - you can’t ignore that feeling. Like something shifted between you and Teddy but not in a good way.
-
After your shower, you find your best friend out by the pool, stretched out on a lounge chair like she's been waiting.
She spots you immediately, pulling her sunglasses down just enough to look at you over the rim, her eyes dragging over you as you walk closer.
Her gaze doesn't leave you until you sit down next to her.
A slow knowing smirk pulls at her lips, and you can’t help the smile that spreads on yours as you settle beside her, your body relaxing into the chair.
Just as quickly as it came - your smile fades.
Her smirk does too.
"What's wrong?" she asks, already sitting up a little.
You glance at her, then down at your hands, picking at your nails. "Nothing..." you start, hesitating. "...I hope."
She sits up fully now, crossing her legs into a butterfly position so she's facing you, and you mirror her without even thinking.
"Was it bad?" she asks.
Your head snaps up. "No. No - it was..." you exhale softly, shaking your head. "It was better than I thought it would be, but..."
"But what?" she presses gently.
You sigh, throwing your hands up before letting them drop against your thighs. "I don't know," you admit, the words coming out faster. "Maybe I'm overthinking it. I mean - it just happened last night, and this morning when we woke up... it's just - not what I expected."
"Hold on, babe-" she says, lifting her hands slightly. "Slow down."
You nod, pulling in a breath, your shoulders dropping as you try to steady yourself. "I just think I'm overreacting," you say quieter this time."And I... I actually can't have this conversation right now."
She nods. “Okay. Yeah - we don’t have to.”
You give a small nod back. "Okay."
She leans forward, pulling you into a hug, squeezing you tight.
You sink into it for a second before pulling back, and she rubs your arm softly.
"I love you," she says.
"I love you," you reply.
You both settle back into your chairs after that, the silence between you not awkward - just... heavy.
-
You and your best friend stay out by the pool for the rest of the morning, letting the sun sit on your skin while the conversation drifts from one thing to the next.
Eventually, the heat gets to be too much, and the two of you make your way back inside, settling into the living room like you've got nowhere else to be.
She's talking-something about the party coming up later - but your attention isn't really there. You nod when you’re suppose to, laugh when it sounds right, but your mind keeps drifting.
You haven’t seen Teddy all morning.
The thought crosses your mind - he’s avoiding you. You shake it off almost immediately.
No.
It can’t be.
You glance down at your phone, the screen dimming before flashing that it's about to die.
"I'm about to grab my charger," you mutter, pushing yourself up.
Your best friend hums in response, still half-focused on whatever's playing.
You make your way upstairs, grabbing your charger quickly, on your way out you bump into Teddy.
Hands come to your waist instantly, steadying you before you can even react.
"My bad," he murmurs.
His hands drop as soon as you're steady.
Too quick.
He moves like he's about to keep walking.
"Teddy."
Your voice stops him.
He pauses, turning around slowly, waiting.
You hestitate before stepper closer. "Is everything okay?" you ask, your voice quieter than you meant for it to.
“Yes” he says.
To quick. It sounded like he’s trying to convince himself more than you.
You nod slowly, even though it doesn't settle anything.
"Oh... because I thought we-"
You don't even get to finish.
He steps in, closing the space just enough to press a quick kiss to your cheek.
"I'm headed out," he says. "I'll see you later." Just like that, he’s gone. Turning down the hall before you can even process what just happened. Before you can say anything else. Before you can ask anything that actually matters.
You stand there.
Frozen.
"...what the hell," you whisper to yourself.
That feeling, you feel it in your chest again. Your eyes burn for a split second but you blink it away. You’re not about to cry, not over nothing… because that’s what it is. Nothing.
You swallow it down, pulling yourself together before heading back downstairs like everything's fine. Like you didn't just feel that shift all over again.
Your best friend looks at you the second you walk back in. She doesn't say anything, doesn't need to, she just gives you that look.
Soft.
Knowing.
You shake your head slightly, not ready.
Not yet.
Then you walk over, dropping back onto the couch beside her, resting your head against her shoulder like it's the only place that feels steady right now.
Teddy POV
He knew he messed up the second he heard his name the way you said it. It was soft, loud enough to make him stop even though he should of kept walking.
The look on your face did the rest.
It wasn’t the confusion - it was something closer to asking for clarity he wasn’t ready to give. That’s what stung. The fact that you were about to say something that mattered, he felt it before you even opened your mouth.
“Is everything okay?”
He hated that question.
Hated how easily it should've been answered, how it should've been a simple yes without all the weight sitting behind it. Instead it came out too quick, too flat, like he needed it to be over before it could turn into something he couldn't control.
When you started talking, he didn’t even give you a chance to finish, just stepping in closing the space just enough to make it seem like nothing had changed. A quick kiss to your cheek - safe, casual, something that didn’t ask for anything in return.
Something that wouldn’t pull him right in.
It was half a second.
And it still felt like too much.
He could feel you there even after he pulled away, could feel the way his body wanted to stay exactly where it was instead of doing what he knew he had to do. So he said the first thing that would get him out of it, something simple, something final, and he left before he could talk himself out of it.
He didn’t look back.
He couldn’t.
If he did, he knew he’d see it on your face - that question you were trying to ask, that shift you were already starting to feel - and he wouldn't have been able to keep going.
The distance didn’t help the way he thought it did, because now all he could think about was the way you looked standing there. The way your voice dropped when you asked him if everything was okay, like you were already bracing yourself for an answer you didn't want.
And he still walked away.
His jaw tightens at the thought, a quiet breath leaving him as he runs a hand over the back of his neck, trying to shake it off.
Avoiding you isn't easy.
It feels like forcing himself to do the opposite of what comes naturally now, like going against something that already settled in deeper than he expected. Every instinct he has tells him to go back, to fix it, to actually have the conversation you were trying to start.
He knows what happens if he lets you finish that thought, if he lets himself stand there long enough to hear it out. He won't leave. Once he stops leaving, there's no pretending this is anything less than what it is.
He'd already seen enough to know you're not treating it lightly, that you're not walking into this halfway. So he keeps moving, even though it feels wrong.
Even when it leaves that tight feeling sitting in his chest that won't go away no matter how much space he puts between you.
Falling Off
The days that follow don't feel the same.
Nothing is said.
Not directly.
But it's there.
In the way conversations don't last as long as they used to.
In the way you find yourself thinking about what to say before you even open your mouth, only for the moment to pass before you get the chance. In the way he's around — but not really with you.
You notice it more when you're not trying to.
Passing him in the hallway, catching his eyes for a second too long before he looks away first. Sitting in the same room, surrounded by everyone else, and still feeling like there's space between you that wasn't there before.
Moments where it feels like he might say something, like he might actually stop and talk to you, only for him to shift, to move, to choose something easier instead.
And you let him.
Every time.
You tell yourself it's nothing. That you're overthinking it.
That things don't just change overnight like that. But then you remember the way he pulled away that morning, the way he didn't let you finish what you were trying to say, and that thought settles right back in your chest where it's been sitting since.
He's not cold.
That would almost be easier.
Instead, he's normal in the smallest ways. A quick glance.
A passing comment. Just enough to make you question if you imagined the shift in the first place.
But you didn't.
You know you didn't.
Because when it's just the two of you, when there's no one else around to fill the silence, that's when you feel it the most. That hesitation. That distance. That quiet pullback he doesn't acknowledge but doesn't hide well either.
And you don't push it.
You don't ask.
Not because you don't want to-but because you already have a feeling you won't like the answer.
So you hold onto what you can.
The small moments. The almosts. The maybes.
Just a little longer.
Until it starts to feel like you're the only one holding onto anything at all.
-
After getting frozen yogurt, you and your best friend find a table and sit down. You sigh, dropping the bags under the table before dragging your hands down your face.
"I need to get this off my chest," you tell her.
She sits up. "I'm all ears, babe."
You sigh again, resting your arms on the table, staring at it like the words might come easier that way.
"I don't even know where to start," you admit, shaking your head before leaning back and crossing your arms.
Your best friend leans in, mirroring you, her tone more focused. "Okay... let me ask the questions."
You nod.
"What changed?"
You let out a humorless laugh. "Everything. It's like he flipped a switch on me." You pause, the words sitting heavier now that they're out. "He's there... but he's not really in it anymore."
Your best friend nods slowly, taking that in. "Do you think it's because he took your—"
"That's exactly what it is," you cut in, not even letting her finish. "Because ever since then, he's been acting different."
She watches you, waiting.
"Like the morning after," you continue, shaking your head."All I got was a kiss on the forehead, and then he was basically sprinting to the bathroom to shower."
She makes a face. "Ouch."
"Right?" you say, letting out a breath. "And I don't wanna think the worst, but he's not helping either."
"Have you tried talking to him?" she asks.
You give her a look. "That's the first thing I tried to do, girl. It's so obvious he's avoiding the conversation."
She shakes her head. "What a dick."
"I feel pathetic."
Her eyes snap to yours. "Don't say that."
You shrug, looking away. "It's the truth. I'm over here all sad about it, and he seems perfectly fine."
She huffs a quiet laugh, shaking her head. "He is far from fine."
You look at her like she just said something crazy. "Y/bf/n," you drag out, dropping your head back.
That only makes her more certain.
"I know you probably don't want to hear this—"
"I don't," you admit.
She waves you off. "I know my brother, and I know how he gets when he starts caring about something too much."
You shake your head again, not fully buying it.
"I see the way he looks at you, y/n," she continues. "That boy is not fine."
You narrow your eyes at her. "Whose side are you on?"
She lets out a small laugh. "I'm not excusing his behavior. He can definitely communicate better. But... have you thought about that?"
You sit with it for a second before shaking your head. "I honestly don't even know what to think."
Then you lean back slightly, a small smirk pulling at your lips.
"But if he doesn't get his act together, be ready to back me up when I spazz on him."
She smirks right back. "I'd do anything for you." She reaches across the table, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze.
"Do you feel better now that you got that off your chest?" she asks.
You nod. "A little."
She studies, then decides not to push.
Instead, she suddenly pops up from her seat.
"There was this top I saw on the way over here-l'm dying to get it," she says, already smiling again.
"You have more than enough tops," you reply, giving her a look.
"Yeah, but not that one. So let's go."
She's already walking off.
You laugh to yourself, pushing out of your seat to catch up to her, feeling a little lighter than before.
But not enough.
Deep down, you already know - you're going to have to face the truth eventually.
-
You're in your room.
Music playing low from your phone, your best friend moving around like she's on a mission, pulling clothes from your closet like tonight might actually means something.
You sit on the edge of the bed at first, half there, half somewhere else, watching her hold up outfit after outfit like you're actually giving opinions.
"You're not wearing that," she says, already tossing one piece aside before you even open your mouth.
You huff a small laugh. "I didn't even say anything."
"Exactly," she shoots back, pointing at you. "That's how I know something's wrong."
You roll your eyes, pushing yourself up from the bed and walking over to the mirror. Your fingers adjust the strap on your top, smoothing it down like it needs fixing when it doesn't.
You catch your reflection, your eyes dropping to your neck. Your fingers come up brushing over them lightly, and for a split second your mind flashes back to that night.
Back to him.
Your face twist at the thought because Teddy still hasn't gotten his act together, and you're done being sad over it.
You drop your hand, straightening up, shaking the thought off before it can sit too long.
"I'm wearing this," you say, more to yourself than to her.
Your best friend looks up at you, studying you like she's trying to read what's going on behind your face.
"...Okay," she says slowly. "You look good."
"I know," you reply, grabbing your lip gloss off the dresser.
It comes out a little sharper than you meant it to, but you don't take it back.
She clocks it, but she doesn't push just walks over adjusting a piece of your hair, fixing something that she thought was out of place.
"You sure you're good?" she asks softer. "By the look on your face I can tell Teddy has not fixed his behavior."
You meet her eyes in the mirror.
"Nope," you say, popping the P. "If that's how he wants to act, then fine."
"Period," she says, a smirk pulling at her lips. "Because if he tries anything, I'm right there."
That makes you smile. "Yeah, I know."
-
You and your best friend walk in hand in hand, the music hitting you as the door swings shut behind you.
It's loud.
Packed.
Easily one of the craziest house parties you've been to in a minute - and it's already in full swing.
"We haven't been to a party in forever, I'm excited!" your best friend squeals over the music, her grip tightening on your hand as she pulls you further inside.
You laugh, letting her drag you along as bodies move around you, the air thick with heat and energy.
She spots a group of friends across the room and doesn't hesitate, pulling you straight toward them and as you look up your eyes meet his. Teddy is staring straight at you like he'd been looking for you.
Your eyes stay on his long enough to feel that pull but then you look away, turning your attention back to the group just as you reach them.
"Look who finally decided to show up!" one of your friends says, grabbing your hand and spinning you around to get a better look at your outfit.
You laugh, letting them turn you, you can't help the smile that creeps onto your face because you know he's watching.
Your best friend finds your hand again pulling you forward. "Let's get a drink." You nod as you let her guide you to the table.
Making it to the table you quickly make you and your best friend drink topping it off with a lime. " I can feel his stare." you blurt out as you pass her - her drink.
She grabs it out your hand taking a huge gulp wincing at the taste. "Ignore him." she says waving you off.
You nod knocking your drink back.
-
You're actually enjoying yourself.
Shots being passed around, music loud enough to drown out your thoughts, bodies moving around you - it's exactly what you needed.
For a moment, you forget.
You're dancing, laughing, letting yourself be pulled into the energy of the room - until you hear Teddy.
Him and his friends are being loud, acting a fool like they always do when they've had too much to drink.
You glance over.
He's drunk.
You can tell just by the way he's moving, the way he's talking - looser, louder, less controlled.
You roll your eyes, turning your attention back to what you were doing.
Your best friend catches that.
She shakes her head, already knowing exactly what you were thinking.
You hold your hands up in surrender. "I know, I know," you say, half laughing.
You still look, one last glance and he's looking at you like he never stopped. You look away first, and right as you do -
"Yo, y/n, come here!"
"Oh, gosh," your best friend mutters.
You look at her, then back at him.
Now he's waving you over, eager.
Your brows pull together slightly, confusion written on your face.
"Go," your best friend says, giving you a light push in his direction.
You hesitate, giving her one last look before finally making your way over.
As you get closer, he's already reaching for you, hand out, a cheeky smile on his face, eyes glossy - completely gone.
Just like you thought.
You pause looking at his hand before placing it in his. The second you do, he yanks you toward him, your body colliding with his as his arm wraps tightly around you.
You barely have time to react before he pulls you closer, burying his face into the crook of your neck like he's been waiting to do it all night.
A soft gasp leaves your lips.
"Didn't expect to see you tonight," he murmurs against your skin, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
You place your hands against his chest, pushing back just enough to look at him.
"You're drunk," you say frowning.
"Don't look at me like that... I'm just having a good time," he replies easily.
Before you can say anything else, he leans back in, face finding your neck again, breathing you in like he can't help himself.
He exhales slowly. "You smell so good."
Now your irritated because he wants to be like this?
Now?
After the way he's been acting these past few weeks?
"Teddy," you say, pushing at his chest again.
He doesn't move.
If anything, his grip tightens, like he's not letting you go. And then he starts pressing kisses against your neck.
"Stop," you say, firmer this time.
He doesn't.
You shove him as hard as you can, and this time he stumbles back, blinking at you like he's trying to catch up.
"What's your problem?" he asks.
You stare at him, disbelief written all over your face.
"What's my problem? Are you serious right now?"
He doesn't answer.
Just looks at you like he doesn't get it.
You scoff, shaking your head as you turn away from him before he can say anything else.
You push through the crowd, heading straight for the back, grabbing a bottle on your way out.
You need air.
And you definitely needed a drink.
-
As soon as you feel like you're far enough away from the house, you drop down onto the sand, twisting the bottle cap off before tipping it back.
A few tears slip down your face, but you wipe them away just as quickly.
Crying isn't going to change anything.
Isn't going to change the fact that Teddy only seems to want you when it's convenient for him.
You let out a quiet, frustrated laugh at yourself, shaking your head.
You promised yourself he wasn't going to ruin your night, but here you are sitting alone on the beach crying over a guy who probably doesn't even care about you for real.
God, you felt stupid.
Stupid for trusting him.
Stupid for letting your guard down.
You roll your eyes at the thought, bringing the bottle back to your lips again.
And again.
And again.
Until the liquor settles warm in your body, softening the sharp edges of your thoughts just enough for you to breathe.
You let out a shaky exhale, dropping the bottle beside you in the sand before pulling your knees to your chest and resting your head against them.
The wind picks up around you, waves crashing louder against the shore, but somehow your thoughts still manage to drown everything else out. Even with your nerves calmer now, your mind won't stop racing.
You can't believe Teddy, but part of you can and maybe that's what hurt the most.
The fact that he got you comfortable. Made you feel safe enough to trust him, safe enough to give him every vulnerable part of yourself - just to switch up the second you finally did.
How could he do that to you?
You knew teddy could be complicated, knew he could be frustrating, but you never thought he'd make you feel like this.
Another tear slips down your face.
Then another.
And this time, you let them fall.
You let yourself have this moment.
When the tears finally slowed, your chest aches and your makeup is probably ruined, but you don't even care anymore.
You sniff, wiping at your face with the sleeve of your shirt before finally lifting your head.
You then feel a presence, and when you see Teddy walking toward you - you immediately snap your head in the other direction. You didn’t want him seeing you like this.
The tear stains.
How drunk you are.
How badly he got to you.
"I don't wanna talk to you," you mumble, still looking away as you bring the bottle back to your lips for another sip.
A second later, you hear the sand shift beneath him.
He sits down next to you.
Silence stretches between you, filled only by the waves crashing against the shore and the muffled bass from the party in the distance.
"I'm sorry."
His voice is quiet, so quiet you almost think he said it to himself. But when you turn your head slightly, he's directly looking at you.
His eyes are glossy, unfocused around the edges from the alcohol, but still soft in a way that makes your chest tighten all over again.
You hate that it still affects you.
So instead of saying anything, you just roll your eyes and look away again, wiping under your nose with the back of your hand.
More silence and he still doesn't leaves.
Your irritation flares right back up.
"You can tell me the truth," you say suddenly, staring straight ahead at the water before finally looking over at him again. "I'm not fragile." The words come out sharper than you meant them to, but you don't care.
Teddy looks down, rubbing his palms together slowly like he's trying to gather the right words through the haze in his head.
He doesn't say anything.
You suck your teeth, turning away again. "Go away, Teddy."
"I can't be the man you deserve."
The confession hits you so hard you physically feel it.
Like something dropping straight into your chest.
Your expression twists, a heavy breath leaving you as you shake your head and close your eyes.
"Please go." it comes out almost like a plea.
"It's the truth," he continues, voice rougher now. "I don't wanna hurt you."
You let out a humorless laugh, your grip tightening around the bottle. "Well, you already have."
Even through the alcohol clouding his face, you see the way his jaw tightens.
"And it's not your decision to tell me what I deserve," you continue, pointing at him with shaky fingers. "That sounds like an excuse."
"It's not an excuse," he says quickly.
"That's what it feels like," you fire back. "You've barely talked to me for weeks after what happened between us, and then you waltz in here tonight acting like everything's fine and expect me to believe that?"
Your voice cracks toward the end, frustration and alcohol mixing together until you can barely tell which emotion is stronger anymore.
Teddy drags a hand down his face slowly, eyes squeezing shut before opening again.
"You think I pulled away because I stopped wanting you?" he asks, voice low, rough around the edges from the alcohol. He lets out a short laugh, but there's nothing funny about it. "That's not what happened."
You stay quiet, arms wrapped tightly around your knees as the wind blows your hair across your face.
"Then what happened?" you ask, exhausted more than angry. "Because from where l'm sitting, it feels like you got what you wanted and switched up on me right after."
He frowns.
"No," he says quickly, shaking his head harder than he means to before looking away toward the water. "No, don't do that."
"Do what?" you shoot back.
"Make it seem like that's all you were to me."
Your chest tightens, but you don't say anything.
Teddy exhales slowly, rubbing at his jaw before leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. For a second he just stares at the sand like he's trying to organize thoughts that won't cooperate.
"That night changed everything for me," he admits quietly. "And I know that probably sounds stupid because obviously it changed everything for you too, but.." He trails off, shaking his head. "I don't know. It just - it got real."
You look at him, eyes narrowing. "It was already real for me," you tell him softly.
Teddy's eyes close briefly again, his head dropping for a before he looks back at you.
"I know," he says quietly. "That's what messed me up."
You stare at him, confused frustration immediately flaring again. "So because you realized you cared, your solution was to ignore me?"
"It wasn't like that."
"It felt like that."
His jaw tightens. "I was trying to stop this before I ruined it."
You let out a sharp laugh, the alcohol making everything feel hotter, heavier. "Teddy, what are you even talking about?"
"I know who I am," he says, almost cutting you off. "And you-" He stops himself, shaking his head frustratedly before trying again. "You trust people too easy when you care about them. You give people everything."
"And that scares you?" you ask incredulously.
"Yes."
The answer comes so fast it catches you off guard.
Teddy looks just as surprised by it as you do.
"You deserve somebody that's not gonna make you question everything every five seconds," he continues softer. "Somebody that knows how to handle something real without..." He gestures vaguely between the two of you before letting his hand fall. "Without doing this."
You swallow hard, looking away from him toward the waves again.
A part of you understands what he's trying to say, but the other part? The hurt? Still can't get past the way he made you feel these last few weeks.
"So instead you hurt me before you could ruin me?" you ask quietly.
Teddy doesn't answer right away and that feels like answer enough.
Your jaw tightens as you look away from him, blinking hard before pushing yourself up from the sand.
"Y/n-"
You shake your head.
"No."
You grab the bottle from the sand, brushing your hands off against your thighs before starting back toward the house.
"Y/n, wait-"
"I don't wanna talk anymore," you mumble without turning around.
Back inside the party, the music feels louder.
More annoying than fun.
Your eyes scan the crowded room until they land on your best friend, and you make a beeline toward her.
The second you reach her, you grab her arm and lean in close enough for her to hear you over the music.
"I'm going back to the house."
That's all it takes.
The tone in your voice.
The look on your face.
Concern flashed across her face before she nods without hesitation.
Quick goodbyes are exchanged, and before you know it, the two of you are already out the door and heading back to the house.
The walk home is quiet.
Your best friend glances at you a few times like she wants to ask what happened, but she doesn't push.
Exhaustion settled into your bones by the time you make it back to the house. You both collapse onto the couch, the TV playing low in the background more for noise than anything else.
Nothing is said.
Not about Teddy.
Not about the party.
Not about the tears you're trying not to think about.
Your best friend eventually moves closer, your head falling against her shoulder as your eyes grow heavier.
Sometime between the silence and the low hum of the television - the two of you fall asleep.
Fall Out
The next morning, you wake up early.
Your head still hurts from the alcohol, but not enough to stop the restless feeling sitting on your body.
So after showering, you throw on something comfortable and head out for a walk along the beach, hoping the fresh air will clear your head a little.
It doesn’t, so you make your way back to the house. You barely make it to the front door before it swings open. Teddy is walking out and when he sees you his expression drops.
Confusion flashes across your face until you see the girl from that party at the beginning of the summer step out from behind him.
Everything in you hardens.
Your eyes flick toward her briefly before landing right back on him.
"You're a liar," you spat.
Teddy steps forward. “Y/n”
You're already brushing past him, shoulder checking him hard enough to make him stumble as you head toward the stairs.
"Y/n, please, it's not what it looks like," he says quickly, following behind you.
"You are such a liar," you throw over your shoulder, voice shaking with anger as you make your way upstairs.
You reach your room and your chest is heaving.
You shove the door open and attempt to slam it shut behind you, but Teddy catches it with his hand before it closes.
"Hear me out, please."
"No!" you snap, the word coming out louder than you intended.
You immediately grab your suitcase from the corner of your room and throw it onto the bed.
Teddy's brows pull together. "What are you doing?"
"First you ice me out for weeks," you say, yanking open your drawers and throwing clothes into the suitcase aggressively, barely folding anything. "Then you tell me all that bullshit last night-"
Another pile of clothes lands inside the suitcase.
"And now this?" You gesture wildly toward downstairs before looking at him like you genuinely can't believe him.
For once, Teddy looks completely lost.
"Where are you going?" he asks, his voice shaky.
"Away from you. I'm not staying here. I can't stand being around you right now." you say without hesitation.
He couldn’t hide the reaction on his face.
"You're not even trying to listen to me," Teddy says, frustration finally creeping into his tone.
You shake your head sharply before zipping the suitcase closed aggressively and dropping it onto the floor with a loud slam.
"I don't care," you spit. "I don't wanna hear any more of your lies."
"I was not lying to you," he counters.
You let out a short, disbelieving laugh, shaking your head as tears burn behind your eyes all over again.
"Oh my God," you mutter. "You had me sitting on that beach last night crying over you just for me to wake up to this?"
"That is not what happened."
"I trusted you," you emphasized, stepping closer to him with tears burning in your eyes. "And you made me look like a fool."
Teddy's expression tightens instantly. "That wasn't my intention, y/n. I promise."
He's looking down at you, eyes full of frustration and desperation all at once, and you already know what he sees when he looks back at you.
Anger.
Hurt.
"Move."
Teddy stares at you for a second longer before letting out a quiet sigh and stepping aside.
You brush past him without another glance, dragging your suitcase behind you as you head downstairs.
Your personal bag is still sitting near the couch where you left it the night before.
You grab it quickly.
Teddy follows behind you the entire time, but for once, neither of you say anything. The silence somehow feels worse than the yelling did.
You yank open the back of your jeep and throw your suitcase inside harder than necessary before slamming the door shut.
"Y/n, just listen to me for a second," Teddy says, following close behind.
You ignore him, pulling your driver's side door open.
"That girl stayed because she was drunk. That's it."
You shake your head. "Wow, what great timing"
"I swear to you, nothing happened."
"Stop talking." Your voice cracks slightly, and that only seems to make Teddy panic more.
"Please stop acting like I would do that to you."
You laugh bitterly, finally turning toward him. "But you already did."
You climb into the driver's seat quickly before your emotions can catch up to you again, but Teddy's already there before you can close the door fully.
One hand grips the top of the door while the other rests against the window frame as he looks down at you.
He looks scared.
"You mean everything to me," Teddy says.
The words make your chest ache, but all you can think about is how badly you needed to hear that before everything fell apart.
You meet his eyes finally.
"Yeah?" you say quietly. "Would've been better if you said that last night."
The defeat on his face is instant.
His head drops for a second before he looks back at you again, eyes softer, almost desperate.
"Teddy, back off."
Your best friend's voice cuts through the moment sharply.
You both look toward the house.
She's standing in the doorway, arms crossed tightly over her chest like she's seen and heard enough.
Teddy's face dropped before he slowly removes his hand from your car and takes a step back, rubbing the back of his neck.
You look back at him one last time. "I wish you would’ve left me alone." And with tears blurring your vision, you drove away feeling like you left pieces of yourself behind with him.
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I’m sorry yall
With how the last chapter ended I knew this was coming AND YETTT.... but anyways 😭love this and I hope we get a sibling discussion between teddy & bff🤭
Why am I just now finding out Jill Scott is going on tour???
Sincerely
Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6
Synopsis: You were both the picture-perfect image of romance in f1, everyone's favourite couple. But then the frame broke, the glass shattered, and all fans could do was speculate and hope for some kind of explanation.
Starring: Sir Lewis Hamilton
Form: SMAU
☀️Sunny says: she loves you. Here's a chapter to keep you satiated while I'm away🫶🫶It's not much, but it's a peace offering.
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☆ March '26
I say we beat him up LMAOOO cause sir how dare you 😒
come thru: cameron cade x black!fem reader
summary: what started off as a friendly check in quickly turned into a messy situation.
warnings: 18+, nsfw, failed situationships (jumpscareeeee), unprotected sex, p in v sex, y'all being toxic? + y'all being nasty 🤭
a/n: this is loosely based on me and my situationship lol like very loosely. one could say i was imagining what would happen *call drops* 🫣😗
I want him so bad it's concerning🤭great googly moogly
I need Haiti to put bta againt Scotland PLEASEEEEEEE😭I'm gonna be visiting family in Boston and I need that night to be nothing but kompa and ass shaking
I know this is a deeply American thing to say but I am begging everyone to stay the fuck away from military recruiters. Especially high school kids. You are going to be seeing an unholy amount of them in schools or around schools or literally anywhere kids are known to congregate. THIS INCLUDES ALL FORMS OF ROTC. Stay the fuck away from military recruiters. As someone who’s familiar with entirely too many branches through entirely too many friends and family, including my partner, recruiters are authorized to say literally any fucking thing they think will make you sign on that line. They cannot and will not deliver on those promises. They need bodies for the war they’re pretending is only now starting up again. That’s all you are. A body. Stay the FUCK away from the military.
As someone who took rotc in hs...they will bring up anything from "We pay for your schooling" to "We can get your family citizenship" Recruiters circle high schools like vultures and will take ANY INFO abt you and use it as a reason as to why you should enlist.
If I see another Avatar writer use AI I WILL crash out.
If you're still defending AI, look up what it does to our planet and especially POC communities. Damn, that sounds mad familiar??? Mmmmmmh, it's almost like the whole Avatar franchise is a direct reflection of our history (both past AND present) and how disgusting environmental racism is🤔🤔
The movies were all about how the Na'vis suffered greatly because of how selfish humans are. Writers who are using AI, you are part of those people. You wouldn't be Norm or Max or even Trudy. You would be one of the humans thinking that the explotation of Pandora is justifiable because "we need those resources". Y'all are clowns I'm sorry if it ruffles some feathers but you are. You don't need to show us your OC who is just AI slop that looks like the other thousands of AI slop OCs. If you want to justify yourself I mean go ahead but it's like idk, breaking someone's phone because yours doesn't have any battery left
If this makes you mad, maybe think about actually researching about the effects of AI yk?? And if you just pick an AI picture on pinterest, I mean it's better ig but please educate yourself a little 🙏🙏
No cause the amount of AI I see used under the avatar x reader tag is insane 😭and what's even crazier is...ppl use it for human reader face claims as if you can't scroll through Pinterest for one that doesn't use it👁️👄👁️ppl even have picrews available that can be used for an avatar/na'vi oc/insert
I think about you (so don't let go)
summary: Broken by the fall of the Hometree and Eywa's silence, you dream for a possibility of peace of mind, figuratively and literally. You come to the Metkayina's village looking for a temporary refuge in your search of said peace, and end up never leaving in favour of love.
pairing(s): tonowari x omatikaya!reader, platonic reader x neytiri
word count: 15k (i know...)
warnings: reader is neytiri's sister, grief and mourning, mention of dead bodies, eywa's constant meddling, probably suggestive, yearning, pining, "but i don't want ninat", added lore cuz i got carried away, kinda miscommunication, no ronal hate, space racism?, complex neytiri i fear...., mentioned pregnancy, mentioned childbirth, rotxo is adopted lmao, when the story starts reader is around 19 and both neytiri and tonowari are around 22, takes place after avatar (2009), proofread one time instead of the two usual times so pls let me know if there are any errors
author's note: can't believe this fine shyt is now a single dad
dividers from @uzmacchiato!
𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄
welcome to derry x reader | richard "dick" hallorann x black! fem! reader
there was something wrong with derry. you knew it... dick knew it... but so long as you both stuck together, everything would be okay... right?
OR
pt. 2 of 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄
cw - 18+, fluff, angst, innuendos, 15 year timeskip, takes place in the 60s, age gap (reader is 37 and dick is 45), gore, racial violence, reader has the shine, pennywise is a cocky, little shit.
a/n - lemme know if you guys want a pt. 3
This is such a great and cute couple🥹loved this down
THE COMEBACK LAP (part 7) • sir lewis hamilton (iamquaintrelle)
# pairings: lewis hamilton x afrolatina!fem reader # tags: @queenshikongo3 @ggaslyp1 @snowseasonmademe @beauty-gurl @sailurmewn @lewismcqueen @purplerain-94 @vintagesoul-01 @purplelewlew @imjustheretomanifest @httpsserene-main @peaceiswonderful @scorpiobleue @deeziee @maximofflove @palefacestudentlove @justagirlwho-believes13 @boujiestpoet @gg-trini @summergirljay @kristyiana, @rethasavedlives @jajouska @determinednot2fall, @lovingayla # summary: It's been almost five years since you last saw Lewis, and in those almost five years, so many things have changed...... # author’s note: This is a very short series, only 12 parts // join my private community! # previous chapter | next chapter
Wednesday, August 6th - Malibu, California
Lewis stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his Malibu beach house, watching the waves crash against the shore as he tried to shake off the lingering irritation from this morning's conversation with Penni. The media had finally caught wind of Luna's existence —someone had snapped photos of them at The Pink Door and sold them to the highest bidder.
We are sooo back🙂↕️
THE COMEBACK LAP (part 6) • sir lewis hamilton (iamquaintrelle)
# pairings: lewis hamilton x afrolatina!fem reader
# tags: @queenshikongo3 @ggaslyp1 @snowseasonmademe @beauty-gurl @sailurmewn @lewismcqueen @purplerain-94 @vintagesoul-01 @purplelewlew @imjustheretomanifest!@httpsserene-main @peaceiswonderful @scorpiobleue @deeziee @maximofflove @palefacestudentlove @justagirlwho-believes13 @boujiestpoet @gg-trini @summergirljay @kristyiana, @rethasavedlives @jajouska @determinednot2fall, @lovingayla
# summary: It's been almost five years since you last saw Lewis, and in those almost five years, so many things have changed......
# author’s note: This is a very short series, only 12 parts
# previous chapter | next chapter
I finally got a chance to read this and WHYYYYY must we be halfway through already 😭
Spoilers but I need ms ma'am to just go ahead and hunch on that man🤭
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Please stop trigger tagging with #epilepsy tw/cw/warning/etc.
I need every single person to understand how horrible tumblr’s tagging system is
I go into the tag for epilepsy and its all flashing lights. We can’t use our own tag because people without epilepsy fill it up with improper warnings.
Use ‘flashing’ in place of ‘epilepsy’ in your tags. You aren’t warning people of epileptics, you’re warning us of flashing lights. Please please tag properly. Epileptics say this endlessly and constantly and it’s ignored. You are risking lives by doing this.
Here’s proof of what I mean:
THIS POST IS 100% OKAY TO REBLOG, I ENCOURAGE PEOPLE WITHOUT EPILEPSY TO ESPECIALLY DO SO!
BOYCOTT YOUTUBE FROM TOMORROW ONWARDS!! IT DOESNT END UNTIL THEY GET RID OF THE NEW POLICIES!! IN A WORLD WHERE WE ARE TOO COMFORTABLE, GET UP AND DO YOUR PART!!!! WE DONT NEED YOUTUBE, THEY NEED US. LETS PUT OUR COLLECTIVE FOOT DOWN
“Did you know?” Stack asked, staring Mary directly in the eye.
“Know what?” Mary snapped back at him.
“About Y/N and her daughter,” Stack clarified.
He was scarily calm. It was one of the only times anyone had ever seen him that way. Even when Mary raised her voice at him and shamed him for leaving. His expression was melancholic and somber. He didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t crack a joke. Didn’t even bat an eye when Mary came hooting and hollering into the juke. For the first time in a long time, Stack was silent. His mind was whirling into oblivion. Thoughts rendering him mute and unapproachable. He had tried to put on a brave face and keep his usual smiley demeanor. But it was only a shadow of who he once was. A mask to hide behind his true self. Or, more like a new self.
A father?
Mary visibly stiffened and gripped the front of her dress. Bracing herself for his reaction. “Yes, I did.”
Stack shook his head and turned to walk away.
“Wait! Just let me—” Someone immediately cut between them, delaying her pursuit of him.
It was two lovers, swirling along with the music. Completely mindless to everything and everyone around them. Mary gazed upon them. Taking in their brown skin in the low light and bright, white smiles. She, also, had inner turmoil plaguing her soul. As much as she loved Stack, she knew it was forbidden. Not because of their skin color, but because of their history. Being raised together, alongside Anne and Y/N. She knew the twins were very protective of them— their families were burned at the stake for practicing witchcraft. The four of them were orphans, something they all bonded over. Something Mary couldn’t fathom, since she had her mother. She hated the way the twins looked at them— starry-eyed and full of hope. Knowing that if they wanted to settle down someday, it would be them they would choose. Leaving her out of the union completely.
She would be left alone, possibly forever.
When Mary finally caught up to Stack, she saw him heading straight to Annie. His head was bowed, and his fists were clenched at his sides. Almost like a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs. He whispered something to her behind the counter, which prompted her to nod and gesture for Grace to take over. The two sauntered from the bar and into a back room.
Something that Smoke immediately caught and silently questioned.
“You know what I’m gonna ask you,” Stack said silently, almost in a whisper. As if he were too ashamed or terrified to say it aloud. It would make the situation that much more real. Make his absence that much more painful.
“About Madeline?” She raised an eyebrow, studying his face closely.
He tried not to let the look of astonishment cross his face, but failed. Stack had finally learned the little girl’s name after hours of pondering. He was happy with the choice. Y/N had named her after her mother. A fearless woman, tougher than any man he’d come across.
She was a seer. Could predict the future mere days before it would happen. Sometimes, even weeks before, depending on the gravity of the case. She had seen her own death in her dream, days before it happened. Saw the white hoods and chains behind her closed eyes. Felt the heat and pain of the fire against her skin. She was only given two days before the Klan came knocking on her door and used every second of it. She wrote down all her spells in the family grimoire, kept notes about her apothecary by her bedside, and a letter for her daughter on where to go when everything was done.
Madeline didn’t utter a sound when she was being burned. She simply closed her eyes and pictured her daughter’s smile while the flames consumed her.
At least that was what she told Y/N in a dream.
Stack nodded, unable to trust his words.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need me to tell you that she’s your baby,” Annie replied, hands resting on her hips. “Your eyes work just as good as mine.”
He released a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I wish she had told me. Things could’ve been different.”
“Before or after you started robbing trains with your brother,” she chided with a scowl.
“Anne, please,” Stack begged. “Can we not do this now?”
“We have to. Whether you like it or not,” she chastised, stepping closer to him. “You cannot come back here after seven years and think you have the right to anything. Leave Y/N out of your mess. She has moved on. I think you should do the same.”
“But, Madeline—”
“You may have fathered that child, but she already has a daddy,” Annie interjected. “She does not know you, Elias.”
He thought back to Madeline and her chubby brown face. How she looked at him with such disdain and irritation. She was so protective of her mother, but smart enough not to challenge him too much. So, she asked permission before heading over to get someone who could handle him. Her daddy. Someone who wasn't him.
“And who would that be?” He asked, after a moment of silence.
“I already told you to leave her—”
“Annie, please!” The desperation in his voice was something she had never heard.
Desperate and Stack never went together. He would always find a way to get what he wanted, however he wanted it. He wasn't above cheating, stealing, or lying. He'd rather be a criminal than be without his desires. But, he couldn't do that with Y/N. She wasn't the type to be pleased by it. Her calm spirit healed him in ways he didn’t he couldn't comprehend. Seeing her was the true homecoming. She had gotten even more beautiful with age. Still tall, thick with ass for days. But she had an air that was unrecognizable. An elegance that wasn't there before. Motherhood looked good on her.
“Please, what?” Smoke asked from the doorway.
Stack groaned loudly and clenched his jaw. “We'll be out in a minute.”
“Sure you will,” Smoke closed the door behind him. “But not after you tell me what got your head all screwed up. I'm guessing it has to do with Y/N, since you only ever bother Annie about her.”
“Leave it alone, Smoke,” Stack warned. “This doesn't concern you.”
“See, I think it does,” Smoke replied, closing the distance between them. “You're holed up in a storage closet, begging Annie for information rather than watching the door like I told you to.”
“Let him be,” Annie interjected. “He has a good reason.”
“And what would that be?” Smoke cocked an eyebrow.
Annie gave him a wary look before turning to Stack. The weight in her gaze made the man sigh heavily and shake his head. He couldn't lie to his brother, even if he wanted to.
“Sh-she was. . . She had. . . uh. . . “ Stack stammered.
“Spit it out, fool,” Smoke shot back.
“You're an uncle, baby,” Annie nearly whispered.
Smoke's entire body went frigid, and his expression softened completely. His eyes searched Annie's for any deception or mischievous intent. But there was none. She was telling the truth; he could feel it. His heart swelled as the words sank in. A mixture of sorrow and excitement. He still mourned the loss of his baby, but the idea of being an uncle made him giddy. It had been forever since there was a baby in their immediate family. Even longer for Annie's side. A child was a blessing, a truth Smoke knew all too well.
“I'm guessing you didn't know?” Smoke questioned.
“Of course I didn't!” Stack replied. “It would've changed everything.”
“It sure would've,” Smoke agreed.
A silence fell amongst them, uncomfortable and humid. Memories started to resurface. For Annie, it was the night her baby went with the ancestors. She was born sleeping, the sweet girl. Her sweet face made a thousand cuts on her parents' souls. They would never forget the shade of blue. For Smoke, it was the weeks after. The way Annie buried herself in her work and slowly shut him out. The way she could hardly look at him without crying. Without apologizing. For Stack, it was when Y/N found out about Marie. Her calm nature was fighting against the rage pooling in her heart. She screamed at him, so viscous and raw, to leave her alone. Never come back. I don't want to see you again. Like the idiot he was, Stack went running right back to Marie.
Smoke's eyes found Annie's. “How is she? Y/N, I mean. And the baby?”
“Happier than ever,” a smile fell on her lips. “William takes good care of them.”
Stack jerked back as if someone had struck him. “William? Bo's little brother? Bill?”
A soft smile fell on Smoke's face as he took in the information. He was glad it was Bill who stepped in to raise his niece. William had a kindness that couldn't be faked. He was genuinely loving and nurturing. Smoke watched him nurse a dove back to health after its wing broke. He fed the stray cats in the alley when they were younger. And when he was a baker's apprentice, Bill made sure to give them extra goodies on the sly. A donut, a bagel, or even a loaf of bread.
Smoke knew back then that Bill was in love with Y/N. The smile he wore while looking at her was raw and authentic. He would die for her. Kill for her. Do anything she'd ever ask without hesitation. Silently, Smoke wished Y/N had never gotten tied up with Stack. She was too good for him. Loving, selfless, and empathetic. Everything Stack wasn't. Everything he'd attempt to steal from himself— he was greedy in that way. The worst part was that he didn't notice it. Wasn't conscious of his exploitative ways. Something that infuriated Smoke to no end. Everyone knew Mary was his first love. The sole owner of his heart. Except for Stack. Which was why he tried chasing Y/N. A weak attempt to run away from his confusing love for the girl. Sure, he had feelings for Y/N. But they weren’t as deep. More surface-level, possessive. Almost like, “that pretty thing is mine and no one else's”. It made Smoke sad to think about. No one deserved to be caged up in that way. She deserved to be free. Free to see the past is brother and see the good that was waiting for her. See the handsome baker willing to climb mountains and cross valleys for her. Someone who would rather harm themselves than break her heart. Someone who would risk it all. Just how he would for Annie.
"Good for her," Smoke said, before leaving the room.
He made a mental note to stop by the bakery to see her the next day and hopefully see his niece.
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a/n: you know I had to post something this weekend!!! come on now. i appreciate the love y'all pour me every day. i didn't think anyone would want such an original story. y'all proved me wrong.
as always, let me know if you want to be on the taglist. leave a comment if you'd like.
also, if you have requests, my asks are open! wouldn't mind writing a drabble
finally, someone asked what Bill looks like. I envision him as Paing Takhon (see link for picture).
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W/ how fleshed out this story is getting...I now refuse to leave Bill👩🏾🦯cause I love his character and I love me some Paing too🙂↕️