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MELANIE GILBERT, 34, HAIRDRESSER AT HEADS & TAILS

— THE BASICS.

full name: melanie gilbert

age: 34

birthday: december 1, 1987

faceclaim: jana kramer

gender/pronouns: cis female, she/her

hometown: phoenix, arizona

occupation: owner and hairdresser heads & tails

+ : compassionate, loyal, hard-working

- : gossipy, inconsistent, pushover

label: the cornerstone

— THE BACKGROUND.

born and raised on the family ranch on the outskirts of phoenix to a really big family of siblings (this is purposefully vague, since they can all be either npcs or wanted connections). the family itself is an old family in phoenix, although they're not regarded as particularly rich or well-known, but the name 'gilbert ranch' would've probably rang a bell. most of the siblings are scattered around the country, some even overseas, and some are still in town. melanie would be regarded as one of the middle children. despite being incredibly close with her father, the siblings themselves aren't particularly close. whether due to distance or internal problems, they're driven apart.

she is a hairdresser and a big lover of animals, given that she'd grown up alongside them. very extroverted, people have characterized her as someone who is easy going, chatty and makes friends easily, tries to look at the bigger picture in every situation and does her best not to have any prejudices against people. on the other hand, she's a bit of a pushover, can be inconsistent and is more likely to ignore her own issues while offering a wholehearted advice to other people. a lot of times does not practice what she preaches. is probably likely to have some undefined and not acknowledged comittment issues.

melanie had gone to college to study art but she was quck to realize that this future career choice was not for her. she would then transfer to study hospitality and tourism, but having been too much of a free spirit, she didn't find herself in that either. cosmetology school was her final choice before she would've given up, but to her surprise - she absolutely loved it and stuck with it. when she's not doing hair, she's probably helping out at the ranch or making plans with friends. she's probably the one to organize everyone else.

her favorite song is probably the great ones by maren morris.

during her college years, melanie was proposed to once - she said yes and when push came to shove, she bailed. a couple of years later, she said yes to a different guy too and a big wedding was planned - that she bailed on the day of. this was a bit of a scandal for her family given that she was to get married to an up-and-coming city official, which then resulted in their name being somewhat smeared.

a little bit of a wildling at heart, melanie is struggling with regret towards hurting the guys and hurting her family - but ultimately felt she made the right decision. she is not very careful relationships wise - she is likely to go for what feels right in the moment, and think about any potential consequences later.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS.

1 ex that she left several days before the wedding because she got cold feet and realized she wasn’t about that life (yet). this would’ve happened in their final year of college, a bit before graduation.

1 ex that she broke off the engagement with after she’d slept with a guy she was pining for since she was a teenager. she finally thought that she had a chance but that turned out to be wrong because it was not reciprocated.

any flings she might've had in the meantime since.

big family (vague on purpose); siblings she might've fallen out with, siblings she's close with (she's one of the middle children)

friends/enemy/frenemy (childhood friends/frenemies, friends/frenemies from cosmetology school, business enemies/competitors).

#about

saison-matthew:

Saison rolled his eyes when he heard Melanie explain the newest tread on the app called Tik Tok. He never understood how people can be so content sitting on their phone for hours scrolling through meaningless crap like the stuff on Tik Tok. “Hey, my eyes can’t help it. When I see a hot girl, they just look on their own.” Saison said shrugging his shoulders as he saw another hot girl walking past in short shorts and a very see-through tank top. “Heeeeeello.” He said before feeling a smack on his chest. “Ow! Geez, for someone so little you sure do hit hard.” Saison rubbed his chest with one hand and then started walking forward through the busy crowd to get to where Melanie wanted so desperately to go.

--- “Oh come on, now...” She protested, the nudge that followed a little more intense than the first one. “Did anyone ever tell you that girls actually hate that? The ogling, and stuff? It’s nasty, and pretty much disrespectful at best,” Melanie pointed out. She had no problem being a little bold and sharp-tongued where needed, and with Saison, she handed it like it was, black and white. “It wasn’t even that hard!” She chuckled back, rolling her eyes in amusement herself. “Fine, since you’re fragile, I’m sorry. If I end up winning some of these games, I’ll try and get you a teddy bear to compensate.”

#saison

spencerwyatt:

A STARTER FOR: @melaniegilbert WHERE: the maricopia fair WHEN: daylight hours

He’d seen her, not far ahead, that with such long strides it hadn’t taken long to reach her. When Spencer was finally beside her, a large grin overtaking his features, his right arm came swooping around her shoulders, pulling her to his side, while his left dangled a mixed bag of blue and pink cotton candy in front of them, “Want some?” He sure as hell didn’t, he’d just won the bag during one of those little duck fishing games and didn’t really know what to do with it. Wyatt wasn’t much of a waster, but he’d throw the damn bag out if it came down to it. “Apparently it’s tasty.”

Melanie was debating if she’d made a mistake coming to the fair that early -- her intentions were to meet up with a few of her friends who had some young, toddler kids -- such young kids normally didn’t belong at a carnival during nighttime. But the heat was still unrelentless and she was sweating... but god forbid that would deter her from being there. “Oh!” She exhaled in surprise as she realized someone had, quite literally, hugged her as they walked. “Here I almost thought these high school boys were getting bolder than I imagined,” She laughed at the thought, although that was not that far from the truth itself. “Hell yes!” Melanie was happy to see the cotton candy, accepting happily as she tasted it. “Apparently? You wanna tell me you don’t like these?”

#wyatt

owencartwright:

WHO?⇢ @melaniegilbert

WHERE? ⇢ maricopia county fair, downtown phoenix.

WHEN?⇢ friday july 23rd, 2021, approximately 7:00pm.

Owen had witnessed her gobble up the fried dough with jelly and powdered sugar on top ── something that sparked his interest with the idea of obtaining another one himself crossed his mind. The truck had only came to town once in a blue moon and the fella could eat. Then again, maybe the woman just had impeccable placement, but with the line to the amusement faire that jolted someone around back and forth wrapped around the corner and she just happened to be near the corner of it, he wondered if she just had a strong stomach or she believed she could just make it through. “You’re a brave one.” Owen commented upon finding himself next to the shorter woman, making small talk. “I’d be losing that frijo the second we twist right──” His comment came as he stretched his arms and craned his neck to the side, a series of light clicks punctuating the movement.

---

There was no other way to explain how she felt as she dug into that fried dough with jelly that evening. She was craving something of the sort, and the endorfins overwhelmed Melanie like a kid in a candy store... literally. The crowd around the ride was getting more intense by the minute, it only made sense for her to queue before she would have to wait another 40 minutes because she wanted to eat. Multitasking, one of her strong suits. No one else had wanted to go on the ride after eating so she was there by herself, making the most of it. She usually didn’t need people to have fun, although she preferred them, being the social butterfly that she was. It took her a split second to realize that the guy was actually talking to her, referring to the dessert she was eating and then insinuating that she was about to feel sick. Or might. “Oh,” A bright smile settled into her features upon realization, as she finished it off. “I’ve been doing this kind of stuff for as long as I can remember,” Realizing she needed to elaborate, she continued. “I mean, try eating this kind of stuff and then getting on a horse that was still in the process of taming, that’s been my life for a long time,” She chuckled, thinking of those times. “I live on a ranch on the outskirts.” She added for extra clarification. “So I’ve had some serious training. You could do it, too.”

#owen

veronicaniran:

“I saw a pool a couple of streets down and dark windows – think the neighbors are gone for the weekend, so we can just skip this joint and do a simple B & E if you’re up for that.” Ronnie definitely could use some spice into her life right about now. Though the suggestion of something so reckless was mostly due to the fact that her mother was coming to town in a couple of days and would get on Ronnie’s case about her lack of ambition and goals. Which would only be followed up with the lack of prospects to place a ring onto her finger. As if she really wanted a man to come into her life and meddle shit up. No thank you. “No – I did however see a kissing booth. Thinking about giving the four males a try and seeing if any are worth taking home. – you?” she glanced over at her friend, before returning back to scanning the booths, “Whatever happened to the goldfish booths – you know the one where you throw a plastic ball and if you get it you take a friend home?”

--- “Oh my gosh,” Melanie lowered the tone of her voice as her eyes snapped back to Veronica’s. “Are you serious? I haven’t done that in like... years,” She mouthed as if she was going to be arrested in that very moment for even saying it. “I mean, it would be even better if we had a couple of guys to also blame it on in case things go south but-- if you’re serious, I’m totally down,” There was a sense of excitement in Melanie’s words that haven’t been there before, and she was starting to gather that the whole carnival thing was, in fact, a way to put some distance between herself and word. No one had seen her in flesh in weeks now. “Mmm, what’s the cause?” She then asked, propping herself a little to get a better look at what looked like kissing booths in the distance. “I can cheer you on and pay you to do that instead for the both of us if the guys aren’t it,” She chuckled, shrugging. Way to go for Melanie to not pass up the opportunity to do some good while also not directly participating. “I actually have never seen one of those. I was really good at delegating stuff in college - sorority and stuff - but I never did one of those.”

#veronica

saison-matthew:

Saison had agreed with Melanie about how bad the heat has been lately. The heat and the humidity have been high throughout the week and with everyone being outside on the fairgrounds in large crowds has made the heat more unbearable. “I can’t stand that phrase,” Saison said before shaking his head and raising his hands in confusion. “What even is hot girl summer supposed to mean?” Saison shook his head and a few girls that passed by caught his eye for a moment, he raised his eyebrows as he looked one of the girls up and down before turning his attention back to Melanie and her question. “I believe I saw the candy apple stand by the ferris wheel.” Saison stated as he looked around the fairgrounds and saw the ferris wheel in the distance before resting his arm on Melanie’s head as an arm rest. “Perks of having a short friend, I have a nice headrest.” He said chuckling to himself.

--- Melanie chuckled; this wasn’t the first time she’d heard something like that. “To be perfectly honest, I heard it on Tik Tok,” She shrugged. She was not a poster, but she loved to scroll through the app after a long day and before bed. “But from what I gather, it’s supposed to be like, about feeling confident in who you are—and having fun and looking good while doing it,” She explained. “Not bad if you ask me, and kind of catchy too,” Melanie was not a big trendsetter, but when she heard and liked some things, she could get on board. “Argh, Saison, eyes will be popping out of your head soon enough,” She couldn’t help but comment on the very observant way he checked a few girls out. She didn’t judge it, she just found it funny and a reason enough to tease him about it. “Oh, shut up,” Melanie reacted at his gesture as she nudged him back in an act of defiance. “Please guide the way, so you can buy me some candy apples,” Obviously, he was buying.

#saison

WHO? ⇢ open @phxstarters

WHERE? ⇢ maricopia county fair

WHEN? ⇢ saturday, july 24, evening hours.

“God, this heat has finally subsided a little,” Melanie complained, very loudly at that. Her hair was in a pony tail with a few curled strands escaping here and there, but she still felt like she was sweating. “I’m the first person to love a good, hot girl summer, but man... this has been intense so far. Even the ranch is hot as heck, and we got a bunch of greenery out there,” She added. Phoenix was known for its high temperatures, but the older she got, the worse she was handling it. “Anyway-- at least this is something to get our minds off of it, right? Not to mention that I’m really craving some candy apples... have you seen the stand anywhere?” She propped on her tippy toes to take a look above the crowd, but her petite 5' 4" built was not really helping the situation.

#phxevent #phxcf #phxstart

spencerwyatt:

“If I was smiling all the time, people might assume I’m hidin’ something.” That seemed to be how he viewed many people, then again, Melanie was different and he knew that for a fact. Unfortunately, in his business and place of work, it was all serious and no games. Wyatt hadn’t even noticed the drink already before her, but rather than commenting on it, he simply nodded his head with a sigh. “Gotcha.” Running his hand through dark hair before instantly washing them, blue hues watched the woman he considered one of his closest friends, “Nothin’s got me all grumpy.” That was a lie, but he wasn’t going to admit to his emotions. Sadly for himself, Wyatt had no control when it came to talking to his friends. “The bike’s falty. Had to get a few new parts for it. They’re gonna take a few weeks to get here.”

“No?” Melanie frowned in obvious curiosity as she strongly disagreed. “Then... Do you think I’m hiding something?” She was, in fact, trying to keep herself smiling. It wasn’t always genuine, but sometimes she started to believe it despite what she felt on the inside. “Listen, not everyone’s out to get ya,” She pointed out, just in case he didn’t realize that, ironically. “Hm, that all there is?” She knew that Wyatt wasn’t the most open of people, but they’d been friends for a long time and she felt like she could trust him - she could only hope he felt the same way about her. “How about we go on a ride or something this weekend? We can skip town and you can tell me all about what a bad rider I am,” He taught her a lot bike-wise, but she was still insecure on one.

#wyatt

danityler:

There was a stark difference between the two, and yet, they managed to make up the best of friends. Dani could be more lighthearted, serious, compelling. Melanie leaned more toward hard working, gracious, sweet. Their ethics and drive and personalities often clashed and differed in many ways but in some form it was actually Dani’s favorite part about their friendship. Dani dished it and Melanie could give it right back. Shaking her head, settled in the passenger seat, the producer laughed and parted her hair just to the right as a way to keep her hands busy and fix what she deemed to be a mop on her head. “If you think I had a birthday present problem, you’re mistaken. You’re actually pretty easy to shop for. I just know what is high on your list now.” Her head tipped back and rested against the glass of the window behind her. “Well, you need to get out more.” That seemed to be her answer for everything. Her lips curled up and she side glanced toward Melanie again. “So you know, you can have a bit more glam. That’s all I’m saying.” Her hands rose and palms faced forward. Kidding, of course, it was all in good nature, not fully believing what she was saying but wasn’t also going to deny her a good night out if she took Dani up on her bait. “Well, why don’t we actually get some food, and we go shop or something? Since your free time is so few and far between…” She taunted. “Plus, tipsy shopping always equals to be a good clothing haul, so.”

“Am I now?” Melanie raised her eyebrows at Danielle. “Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing?” She wondered, but she liked to think she was easy to shop for. Melanie did not need much out of anyone, just because she cherished people’s presence more than what they could offer in the material sense. Maybe that stemmed from the fact that her family never needed much of anything -- the ranch was successful and it was unbeknownst to her that any struggles could’ve arised until she actually opened up the salon. That was when she realized that a lot of work was involved into just keeping a business afloat, let alone actually profit from it. Maybe the family wasn’t actually born under a lucky star, like her grandma used to say. “Dani, I would love to get out more, but you know that there’s a lot of work at the ranch. I was thinking of maybe hiring some more help, but not sure how Dad’s gonna react to that. He always liked to keep business within the family but I’m not sure he understands that everything falls on my shoulders now that everyone else kinda bailed,” Melanie lowkey complained, despite loving the work. “Sometimes I wish I could just dedicate my time to the salon and the rest to my social life,” There was an exasperated sight that left her, but it was how it was. If she chose to bail too, like her siblings, what was going to become of the ranch? On the other hand, it would’ve selfish to ask people to stay back instead of chasing their dreams. “Gosh, that sounds amazing. Tipsy shopping? Sign me up.”

#danielle #time jump?

royceunderwood:

Leave it to Mel to make him feel right at home the moment she had walked through that door. Roy had felt some type of way over his grand return to Phoenix, mixed emotions varying from excitement to anxiety to a dull sense of dread. It had always been home to him, but it was clear as day that he hadn’t returned on his own accord. The injury mixed with the fact that the city life prompted a bit more sin than grace wasn’t a good cocktail for the pitcher. In a sense, the injury that put him out of the game in New York was almost a blessing in disguise, as he wasn’t going to make it that much further going down the path that he stumbled on. It was time for him to come home, even if he hadn’t known it. The goodie bag that she packed up and sealed was pulled apart and Roy wasted no time in unwrapping a cookie to take a bite out of, savoring the gooey texture and the chocolate chip that melted immediately on his tongue. He idly pushed open the card she had made, too, with a little grin on the lips that housed a few crumbs. “Extravagant? I thought this was more conservative.” He joked, head shaking. It was sure as hell much more than the three bedroom home that he and his sisters once came from over south near the suburbs of Phoenix, though now was nothing more than overgrown grass and a practical junkyard. “I like it. I think I’m gonna keep it awhile.” He said, referring to the house he purchased, before he took another large bite out of the cookie. He waited until he chewed through the bite until he spoke again, reclining back into his seat. “You ever give yourself a break?” He asked, mostly paired with his curiosity. “Sooner or later your knees aren’t going to be what they used to be, y’know. I should know.” Roy said, gesturing toward his shoulder, the moneymaker that was on it’s own vacation.

“I think our ideas of extravagant and conservative may vary... a teeny tiny bit,” Melanie squinted with a smile illuminating her features, thumb and forefinger barely closing in on each other as a demonstration. It was all in good spirits, of course -- Royce was a successful baseball player and his success, as anyone else’s, was to be respected. “Wonder what your other celebritiy buddies think about it -- is it too small for them?” She continued to joke and tease. “You know you’re still pretty much the only celebrity I know? And let’s not count that dude-- what’s his face...” She trailed off, a snap of her fingers echoed in the room briefly as she tried to remember. “King, is it? Michael King? That was relentless in hitting on me in New York,” Of course, she was probably unaware of the fact that the dude was one of the most notable players on the current Yankees roster, but that didn’t mean anything to her - Melanie was not into sports despite being so close to Royce all that time. “Look at you, worried ‘bout the little old me,” She commented, but she could tell that the underlying notion of his words referred to something that weighed on him. Leaving mid-season because of an injury wasn’t any player’s happy place. For someone who held his career so near and dear, Melanie knew it was a sore spot. “So-- my knees aside, how are you doing? With everything... physical too, not just this palace,” She kept it lighthearted as she looked around, and then back to him.

#royce

danityler:

“And you don’t give yourself enough credit. Sounds like a misfire to me.” Dani countered while she shrugged her shoulders. The woman had always been overly confident and despite the fact that it was probably just another scapegoat she used, she played it well and used it to her advantage. She’d be damned if she let anyone, let alone herself, allow her to crumble just because she couldn’t stand her ground. And yes, that went as far as something so minuscule like boosting herself for what she was worth. Ironic considering… “You just got to know where to shop, but hey, your birthday is coming, don’t count me out yet.” Melanie’s birthday could have been a year out or just a week ago and her sentiment would have remained the same, teasing and taunting with a little grin on her face while she clambered up into the seat beside the driver’s to get in for whatever ride she signed herself up for. A dusty desert ranch in the middle of Arizona didn’t pair with her white romper or her pair of new boots but if it meant that Melanie could get out of dodge quicker, she’d sacrifice a scuff or two. “I don’t understand how you get so messy. I mean, we’re in the Devil’s lair Arizona for Christ’s Sake, doesn’t the ground crack at the sight of the sun?” It probably meant Melanie actually got down and dirty in the yuck and Melanie had to hand it to the woman… that was one trait that she never could get behind. Even in her childhood, where the neighbor kids were digging up worms and playing in the dirt for fun, it just wasn’t her forte. “Melanie, I swear to God──” this woman had to be testing her now. “throw your hair in a bun and call it good, alright? We’re missing mimosas!”

“Your wisdom, sometimes it shocks me,” Melanie added, although she could see where Danielle was coming from - although they were joking, there was truth in the other one’s words. She wasn’t exactly having fun in life. She used to, but she couldn’t remember the last time that was truly the case. Her life now revolved around the ranch and keeping the salon afloat. Ranch was great and all, but that wasn’t what she wanted to do in life. She found her passion in the salon and thought she’d made it - she was happy it was local, she was happy with her customers and her little niche, but no one actually taught her how to do business. And business itself wasn’t cutting hair or making pretty hair dos. It was books and tallys, and other things she didn’t understand. She’d had accummulated some tax-related issues, not unresolveable - but not great for the salon’s finances either. “My b--” She started off, a little confused, given that her birthday was not for another six months, but Danielle had a way of making it sound closer than ever. “I’d be holding you to that,” She grinned. “And I also solved your birthday present problem. At least for me. You don’t even have to wonder what to buy me for this next one,” If she could’ve done a little victory dance, she probably would have. “Well darling, working in the stalls and yards is not very glamorous, that much I was sure you’d figure out yourself by now,” She chuckled, amused. “Fine, fine...” Seeing as how Danielle was probably starting to get annoyed, despite her smile, Melanie decided to just give it up. “A dress and some cowboy boots then? I literally have nothing to wear this season, I’m desperate for a shopping spree.”

#danielle

royceunderwood:

He was a bit under the influence, but that was the norm that Roy had operated under for so long now, that one could hardly tell anymore. The grin on his lips was accustomed to his appearance and he was quick in his step, able-bodied and ready to swoop the tiny woman up in his arms and squeeze ever so tightly to the point where she surely could feel the rhythm of his heart against the side of her head. It would take him a minute or so until he finally released her then slung his arm around her shoulders. “Marcia? Devilish?” He questioned when he steered her in the direction of the patio with the doors wide open, granting an entrance to the outdoor retreat from his living room where the bulb lights were still strung and lit, the music was still on a low volume thumping in the background, and the Arizona heat still warmed his cheeks. “I think you’re being a little dramatic. We know who the devilish one is around here and it sure as hell isn’t Marcia.” Roy would go on to further tease, falling into a bit of a nature habit with the woman around, but was presented with a goodie bag and his head was soon shaking. As small as it was, it humbled him a bit, as for a guy that suddenly had everything, little things like this seemed far more important. And yeah, it was nice that she thought about something like this, even after so long, even if it was simple as could be. “What’s this?” He asked as he took the bag off her hands then took a seat on one of the corners of the patio furniture, sanctioned off so it was private to the prying eyes of his new neighbors. “C’mon, Mel, y’know I missed you.” The look on his face wasn’t shock, but rather it was a bit of a given, shaking his head. He waved his arm and gestured for her to come over near him, to take a seat, before he absentmindedly dug into the goodie bag she brought. Roy wasn’t about to lie — his return to the home state had been grand and didn’t go unscathed and it felt nice that his presence was welcomed. So yeah, he was about to eat that up. “Things are good. The house is finally in order, the dogs are loving it way more than they did the condo in NYC…” He gestured around. “How’s the ranch going?”

Had Melanie decided not to allow herself to get wrapped up unto Royce and all his glory ever again, she would’ve broken that decision as soon as that hug came through. She couldn’t understand what it was -- there were so many other guys out there, so much fish in the sea. Yet she undoubtedly always, without a blink of an eye, compared everyone to Royce. Even her own fiances. Even when he was married. Even before, through, and after that marriage was over. Was she happy about it? Of course not - anything that caused him misery wasn’t a cause of her happiness, but she’d be damned if she didn’t think that after New York, she had a chance. So far - that chance was nothing more than it was ever before, a solid friendship. Instead, her focus shifted from those thoughts as much as it was humanly possible although it alway lingered in the back of her mind, and Melanie allowed him to lead her away from the curious bunch and into a more secluded area, where they could actually talk. “Oh, just a little somethin’,” She waved her hand off at his question. The goodie bag she got him consisted merely of a welcome home card, homemade cookies, dried fruits and nuts, chocolate and a bottle of red. Her entire kitchen smelled amazing before she left - she made three batches of those cookies just to be able to decide which one was truly the best. If you asked why did she do that - she wouldn’t really have a proper answer apart from wanting to make it feel like home for Roy. “I know, I know, I’m just playing,” She chuckled, taking a seat next to him. “I mean, the house does look great - a little extravagant,” She burst into laughter, always enjoying a little tease with him. “But definitely your style,” She kept herself from chuckling again. “Exactly the same, to be honest. I got a lot more work now, papa’s knees aren’t what they used to be...” She trailed off, shrugging. “Paired with the salon, my hands are kind of full.” None of her siblings were currently in Phoenix, which made things much more difficult.

#royce

taelyrxunderwood:

Placing the box in, the brunette turned towards her and gave a slight smile. In many ways it was strange to have everyone back in town. Things were about to get interesting that was a promise that she could actually make right now. Not that she minded a different pace, if she was being honest she was getting tired of the repetitiveness of the days. “I am a attorney, being early is just something in my DNA now. Law school programmed us.” The entire principle had been taught the first day of school and repeated throughout her three years. Being on time was being early, even if you made it on the stated time you were late no matter what. “Thank god, because after today I didn’t want to go home and order chinese food. I am starting to get dangerously close to being on a first name basis with the delivery guy. Last night he asked me if I would ever be down with going on a date with him – and then his mother called his cell phone – it was a great night.” She disclosed before going towards the last couple of boxes and picking up another one, “Please go ahead and get changed, I can get to some emails while you’re doing your thing and maybe walk buddy here, sure he needs a distresser not to mention I could burn some calories given that this is the fifth day I have elected to skip my gym days – hot girl summer is going to be wasted on moi”

“Hmmm,” Melanie hummed in slight, almost feigned thought as she tapped her chin. “Can’t relate,” She added with a smile illuminating her features. “I mean, I dunno about being early, but cosmetology school was a lot more fun than what you’re telling me about law school,” She commented bursting into a slight chuckle, knowing damn well that it took her a couple of tries with different majors and facultes before she actually found what she wanted out of life, career-wise. Life-wise, Melanie was still pretty much clueless. “Hey, don’t knock down Chinese, it’s a fave, especially late nights -- but I see what you mean,” It was a quick meal when you didn’t have a lot of time or you didn’t want to cook, and with how much they both work in their respective branches, it was no wonder Taeyler felt a little fed up with it. “We didn’t do anything fancy in a while, have we? Dani would be disappointed in me,” She mentioned, another smile leaving her lips. Nodding at her friend, Melanie made sure to be quick as to not leave her waiting for too long. Feeling refreshed and ready for some good old catching up, the two set the patio table together and Melanie finally opened the bottle. “So,” She let out a sigh. “Everyone seems to be kind of returning to town, huh,” She commented, a little bite at her lip clearly referencing her brother.

#taeyler

danityler:

“Really? Because I think I earned myself an Oscar with that one.” Dani went as far as rubbing her manicure against her shoulder like she was dusting herself off with praise when she simply pushed her hair off her neck, acting as though she was the next Kate Winslet or something. And of course, she was having a good time teasing the woman she was demanding brunch with, so she wasn’t that annoyed like she pretended to be. “They are cute and I got them at a bargain of fifty percent off so that makes them automatically cuter. I’m glad you noticed.” She smirked when she was praised for her shoes that definitely were not suited for this style of work. Dani pushed herself away from the truck that she leaned against then swiveled around for the front seat to climb into, almost as though her movements were going to be her answer. “I feel like if I don’t go with you, it’s going to take you triple time with your lollygagging, so.” She tugged open the old door to the Ford that stuck and required a yank from the woman, huffing when she did so. “I’ll go and hassle you to hurry the hell up.”

“You give yourself way too much credit, missy,” Melanie teased, a chuckle rolling off her chest yet again. “Wish I had your confidence sometimes. I’d be ahead of myself in life,” Muttering mostly to herself, she enjoyed the back-and-forths the two normally had. It was fun being around Danielle. “See, how do you do that? How do you find such massive discounts? I don’t know if I should be impressed or offended that you never think of me in the process,” She shook her head, smiling at the boots her friend was wearing and then glanced at her own feet. The mud in the front and on the sides was drying in the sunlight. “As much as I love my ranch boots...” She trailed off, her foot pressing into the front as the heel stood up, as if she were modeling them for the other woman. “I’d love to get some cute ones like you’ve got there, and maybe not spend a freaking fortune in the process,” Danielle was an actual expert on the topic. Securing the latch on the truck, Melanie pointed for Danielle to go to the front and slid into the driver’s seat. Adjusting the rear view mirror, she squinted. “What should I do with my hair? It’s second-day hair, maybe a little dry shampoo and a curling iron? Unless, of course, you wanna wait until I wash, dry and style...” She trailed off as she started the car and got it onto the street, heading home.

#danielle

spencerwyatt:

Wyatt’s brows furrowed as the woman pointed in his direction, arms instantly coming to cross over his chest, “Hey now,” He began, dark head of hair shaking, “Uncalled for.” Ew? What did that even mean? “Ain’t no time for smilin’ when you’re runnin’ a bar.” A lie, but the day had been long and the man was god damn tired. When came the next comment, a dark brow arched, “You can stay t’ill the end,” If that is what she wanted. It wasn’t like this would be the first time, “Help me clean and all that shit, but you ain’t goin’ over there.” This time, a thumb jerked harshly over his shoulder in the direction of the male patron. “It should be handled shortly.” I got skills, the words causing a chuckle to fall from his lips, “Sure, whatever you say, sweet-cheeks. What do you want to drink?”

“That’s a pretty... stark way of lookin’ at things, bud,” She pointed out, happy to bring some sunshine to the conversation, as always. She didn’tt actually think she was about to go over and start an argument with the rowdy guy at he bar, but the idea of that made her chuckle - surrounded by the people from the club, that would have been hilarious. “I’m good with my whiskey on the rocks, thanks,” She nodded, pointing to the glass she already had before her. A little too strong for her tastes, but being brought up at the ranch, she’d had her first taste of a really good whiskey when she was a teenager. Her Dad always told her it was better to have her try and see with him knowing about it, than it was to do it secretly and end up in the E.R. That was how all Gilbert siblings were brought up, for the most part. “Now tell me-- what’s got you all grumpy? Can I help?”

#wyatt

taelyrxunderwood:

“Can’t relate. Cosmetology school was a lot more fun. Trust me, I know, I’ve tried multiple ones,” Melanie chuckled at the thought, roasting her own self and her choices prior to actually finding out what she wanted out of life. At least career-wise, not really life in general. That, she was still clueless about. “Hey,” She said, picking out a flower from the boxes of seedlings, where a bouquet of daisies lay. They were freshly picked. She extended her hand to give one to Taeyler. “I get a new one every time I visit. I think the guy at the counter may have a thing for me,” She chuckled, explaining her sudden gesture. “Anyway, I was gonna say - what’s wrong with Chinese food? It’s delish,” Melanie’s face lit up at the thought, without realizing how hungry she actually was. “Aw,” The brunette tilted her head towards her friend. “That’s adorable. And definitely more male contact than I’ve had in months now. Are you gonna start dating? Is he cute?” She had questions, alright. “Or no--” Melanie cut herself off. “Save that for our date later on. Sounds like a plan, miss girl. I’ll be fast, promise.”

#taeyler

royceunderwood:

WHO? ⇢ the baby girl @melaniegilbert.

WHERE? ⇢ roy’s house.

WHEN? ⇢ tuesday, june 22nd, 2021.

He had been in the city for just about a month now and he was still getting used to the new normal. The new grand estate, the city he once had called home, riddled with former memories… well, it was safe to say that Roy was glad to be back in some capacity, but he wasn’t thrilled under the circumstances that had brought him there. Back in limbo in between contracts that wasn’t promised and in recovery over an injury that could probably cost him his entire career if he wasn’t careful wasn’t ideal for the male, and yet he was doing a damn good job of covering up the fact and focusing on something else. That something tended to be the problem that caused a rift in the first place… the drinking, the gambling, now paired with a steroid substance that was supposed to get him back on track. Roy had actually been nursing a bottle he had cracked open with a unknowing Monroe the night prior that evening when his doorbell rang and Mel was greeted with his two bulldogs, rolling his body off the sectional to place the glass down on the rounded table in the middle, rising to welcome his guest. He wasn’t drunk by any means, or yet anyway, but the back doors were still ajar and the music was still flowing from the small group of people he had on over for his welcome wagon about an hour ago. “You’re late, Gilbert.” Roy let his booming voice echo throughout the den then opened his arms for the woman. “But you’re in luck, we’ve still got a shit ton of those crescent shaped sandwiches you like.”

Jesus Christ, Melanie thought to herself. She hated this, she hated everything about this. Roy was that one part of her life that she’d wished she could forget, but also not. The constant back-and-forth of her mind and her heart when he was concerned. She really did not have a single reason to have feelings for him. They’d been friends their whole lives, surely, but that didn’t mean much when he clearly did not share the sentiment for something more. And you know what, for most people a single night of passion didn’t mean much - but for Melanie it meant a chance to finally make something out of herself and Roy. Years in the making, she thought, amounted to what happened in New York. The aftermath, however, was anything but glamorous, passionate, or even remotely nice. He waited for her to leave, she felt unwanted so she did. But it messed with her head to the point of knowing that her active engagement with another man was betrayed and Lord help her, but she really thought she could turn the situation around to her benefit. She thought he’d realize he had feelings for her, too. And Lord help her -- was she wrong about everythng.

A little proud, a little embarrassed, Melanie broke off her engagement and never looked back. there was a great deal of disappointment that settled in her chest, she felt stupid but a bit liberated, too. And out of respect for the Underwood family and their friendship ove the years, including his sisters, she could not just cut him off, and yet, every time she’d see him it was a wave of emotion stringing her along. He was stringing her along and she kept letting him. So she was there - for the welcome back party, or whatever that was. She debated, alright, but showed up nevertheless. She sported a signature dimpled smile, the one she used for everyone at the salon, and greeted the bulldogs first, before she approached him in the house, landing the petite body right into his arms. She didn’t feel anything - or so she liked to convince herself, because it was easier than to become aware of the way her heart skipped a beat at the sight o him, as it always happened. “Sorry, sorry - you can blame Marcia, she was devilish today,” Marcia being one of the horses at the ranch, but she was not devilish by any means. “Welcome back!” She chuckled, offering a goodies bag from the ranch as she normally did. “How’s it going so far? Missed me?” She lowkey wondered if he did regardless of what he actually ended up saying, but it was more of a conversation starter than a genuine question.

#royce #baby girl :')

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