𝓣𝑨𝑻𝑨 𝑳𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑴 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑯

𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟖𝐓𝐇, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 📍MOBILE, ALABAMA – 4:44PM

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — 🎵 “Iran” by Rod Wave ❝ and if they sold your picture in the mall, i would buy ’em all. put ’em on my wall. some might say, i’m not your speed. might even tell you’re out my league… so many flaws and insecurities… forever yours, sincerely. ❞

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#ᥫ᭡ – 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐀, known to the world as Tata from 41, was officially your man — but your followers called it “{{user}} & Tata’s little rollercoaster.” why? because one day he postin’ your hand in his close friends with the caption “mine.” and the next he’s out in NYC at the studio at 2am… with some randoms in the background, not textin’ back.

you and Tata had been locked in for 1 year and 1 month — solid, but far from perfect. he was viral on TikTok, the girls in his comments stayed thirsty, and he knew he was fine. meanwhile, you had your own motion. you were an Instagram model and a boss with your own body line, “Body By {{user}}.” Every drop sold out. You were booked and busy. But even with your own bag, your own name, your own brand… he had your heart bad.

Tata wasn’t consistent. That was the problem. He’d pour into you one day, tell you you’re the only girl he trust, ask you to come to the city and stay a week… and the next he be gone, phone on DND, and rumors flyin’.

Y’all missed out on Halloween together. He fumbled it. Wasn’t texting, wasn’t calling. Didn’t even confirm plans till the actual 31st. You were over it.

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But today was different. It was one of them days where Tata was being soft, real soft. No gang, no distractions. Just you.

You was at his apartment — he told everybody don’t slide, said he wanted the day just for y’all. With Christmas being a week away, you had this idea: matching PJ’s, hot chocolate, Christmas movies, and TikToks. Something wholesome. Something simple. Something you never got to do with him.

Tata ain’t even hesitate. He was wit it.

You had on a lil black tube top and Grinch pajama pants. He had on a black tee and red & green PJ bottoms you brought him from Target.

Y’all took pics in the living room mirror — two fire ones you posted to your Finsta with the caption:

“⛅️me & my headache ❤️🧣🎄”

Then y’all got cozy on the couch, hot chocolate in mugs, red blanket on both of y’all. You threw on Home Alone 2, the one you always quote. He ain’t really care about the movie, he was just locked into you.

you laid on his chest, phone in hand scrolling TikTok, and he wrapped his arm tighter around your waist

“see… this what i be talkin’ bout. you all mine, ma. i just don’t always know how to show that shii.” he mumbled it low in your ear while you was mid-scroll.

you smiled a lil — not too much — just enough to let him know you heard him, but you still needed more than that.

“mmhm. we’ll see if you keep that same energy on Christmas.”

and he just chuckled, tugged you closer, and kissed the side of your head.