overrboarrd

[overrboarrd]

.warnings.: mentions of assault, abuse, foul language, exposed trauma. instant gratification. .summary.: a media appearance takes a turn for the worst, leaving Terrance to wonder his next course of action. .wordcount.: 3k

A/N: pls don't hate me for this one guys, once i get to writing i just let the words lead me, and this is where we landed. I hope i didn't hurt y'all to much.

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Terry greeted the workers as he stepped inside of Ugly Duck Records for an interview with Grenadine Frost and Billboard. The vibe had been immediately set with one of the conference rooms being cleared out and set up with two large black armchairs, and a small wooden table placed in between them. On top sat two glass  cups of water and a set of cards that he was sure were the journalists' questions for him. Before he was set up with tiny mics and sound boxes, he was whisked away to makeup, to clear up any blemishes and to hide the dark bags under his eyes. He sat in one of the chairs facing the mirror. 

“If you can, just cover the bags under his eyes, as best as you can, maybe trim the beard up more.” Zerina says from behind him without looking up from her phone. The two of them had been up bright and early since boarding the jet to head to Boston. There were still three more days until his appearance on 106 & Park, but with Terrance and Tirian keeping their silence on this drama, Christian had been trying to bait them with subliminal posts on twitter, Instagram and even through unknown numbers, to the point they both got new ones. 

“That nigga still crashing out?” Terrance asks while pocketing his phone. 

“He's digging himself into a deeper hole.” Zerina waves it off and looks at him. “Do you know why he’s so pressed?”

“Cause Tirian is happier with me, and I got the career he wants.” He shrugs, like it was the most obvious answer. Zerina shakes her head, although it was part of it, it wasn’t the full reason.

“While that is true, it’s not.” She puts her phone in front of him that has a video pulled up in full screen in front of him ready to be played. “ He just dropped this last night, and I know the reporter is going to ask about it.” 

The expression on his face was unreadable as he placed the air pod in his ear and immediately pressed play. A hard beat played in the background and Terry couldn’t deny that it was heat, but he wasn’t surprised as Cristian came into view dressed in clothes Terrance knew he couldn’t afford, and chains that looked like they belonged to a Facebook auntie selling paparazzi jewelry on live.  Above his head, there were words edited in bright bold lettering and he knew exactly what lies Cristian was about to spew out.  “Foster Care Package”

Yeah… Y’all gon’ talk anyway Might as well give you somethin’ to talk about Welcome to the truth they ain’t ready for

You was my nigga, from bunk beds to beats Now you postin’ like you priest, but you prayed on my seat I gave you cadence, the hooks, the flow you deliver And you still bite the hand that held you through the winter

You ain't buildin' legacy — you squat in my blueprint Tried to play king but your throne’s just a student desk You got a girl now, that’s cute, hope it’s solid But you ain’t pure just ‘cause you quiet — you polished

 Mekia knew the fire, we danced in the wild Stone got the poem, I gave her the child.

Terry smirks, knowing he wasn’t trying to let that slip.

 —uh, I mean, the chance… to be more than a phase

She left you for the music, not a mistake she made  You wanted wifey vibes, she wanted world tours I opened doors, you offered detours She stayed 'cause she knew I’m the reason she rose

Can’t dim a star just 'cause you froze Tirian was timing, I admit that But she ain’t built for arenas — more like sit-back

I put her on stages she only dreamed of Still looked at Mekia like she ain’t seen love That ain’t my fault — it’s instinct, survival

Only room for one queen on this title But I never lied, I just moved through fate Sometimes the truth don’t fit clean on a plate

Foster love, foster pain, foster guilt

But I’m still the one they study when they talkin’ skill Hate me, praise me, rewrite me — whatever I wrote all y’all chapters, just not your forever

“So. What do you wanna do?” Zerina asks as the song ends and the video fades out. 

“Welcome to BillBoard Exclusive, I’m Grenadine Frost, and I have a very special guest here with me, platinum- correction double platinum recording artists, who is headlining his third world tour since gracing the rap industry with his ep Everything, Stone.” She gestures to Terrance sitting next to her. “First of all, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to join us.”

Stone smiles graciously, “Thank you for having me,”

“So as everyone knows, you've been touring across the coasts, and you recently dropped the international dates for this tour. What inspired this world tour?” 

“It’s my first world tour since receiving my masters and honestly getting full creative control of myself as an entity without restrictions.” He pauses with a hum. “This one was for the fans, as much as they poured into me and my music, and just anything I've done in this career, it was time to pour back into them.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, now,” she shuffles through cards, but decides to ditch them. “You said you received the rights to your Masters, can you elaborate on them.”

Terry nods and rubs his hands together. “I was under an independent label that trapped me into a contract where I saw maybe five to ten percent of my earnings, or if I'm lucky, any of them.”  This was the first time he was publicly talking about his bogus contract. “A lot of people thought I was signed to Roc Nation first, but I was initially signed to Kronos Records with a 3 album deal.”

“Some of us know you only did two albums with them?”

“I was eighteen, just coming up in the industry, I was excited to pursue my career, I was overworking myself with no payout.”

“Then Roc Nation signed you?”

“They bought out the Kronos Label, and I started to see revenue, the money I was gettin? Flipped and invested it in stock and of course my dance studio No Limitz.”

Grenadine nods for him to continue, 

“I met Shawn at an awards show, ironically, I was seated next to him, we chopped it up to the point he asked me in for a meeting the next day with a couple of executives. It took some  few years, but he helped me hone in on my craft, set me up with his attorneys that looked into the numbers and discrepancies, and just a few months ago we were able to finally  buy out my original contract. There are some more details I would rather not get into, but I am forever grateful for what he’s done for me and my career..”

“So you can say that your relationship with Shawn changed your life?”

“If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be the artist I am today.” 

“A lot of us are wondering, have you gotten in the booth with him and would you like to do a collaboration with him?”

“It’s definitely a goal, we’re both pretty busy with our careers and families, but it has been a topic of discussion.” Terry nods.

“Here’s to hoping we get that duo.” Grenadine laughs a little. “You speak on families, and I hate to ask, but it’s been five years since your last relationship, but a recent Instagram post, and a few mentions, we see there is a new leading lady in your life.”

Terry shifts in his seat, unsure of where this question was heading.

“We the people, would love to hear more about the beautiful lady that has taken you off the market,”

Terry smiles with a slight chuckle, knowing the both of them haven’t posted much since coming out, except for a few quick shots of them dancing on stage together, and quick pictures backstage from random fans. For the most part they had been super private and planned to keep it that way.  “That’s my baby.” 

“Enough said.” Grenadine takes the hint, but as she prepares to ask the next question, the producers speak into her ear piece, though her expression was neutral, Terry noticed the pause and knew what was coming. “I hate to detour the subject, but recently you’ve been having heated exchanges with a formal label mate BigCris, he recently dropped a diss towards you and Tirian, do you have anything you want to say?”

“No comment” 

Grenadine wasn’t surprised, but the next few questions that were in her ear had her questioning if she wanted to ask, or risk losing her career, but she too was curious and maybe a little disgusted, but that’s usually the toughest part of the job.

“BigCris has recently been picked up in the state of New York for alleged assault, rape, illegal drug possession and gun possession last night.” Grenadine pauses, seeing the slight tick in Terrance’s jaw, and the bawling of his fist on his lap. “A few witnesses have come forward, but the biggest one has allegedly seen him commit an assault on Tirian, your girlfriend, at a house party three years ago. The states of Georgia and California are also looking to bring him in on their own charges, I just have to ask, any comments on that?”

Terry ponders his next choice of words, but without a second thought, he instead stands up, removes the tiny microphones and soundbox from his clothes and makes his exit without a word leaving Grenadine sitting there in shock and confusion.  Zerina wasn’t surprised considering he told her he would leave if they asked anything about Cristian, but neither of them knew they were gonna go this far. Terry was the kind of man that once you ticked him off enough, he acted first, spoke later. 

Tirian sat in the corner of the rented out dance studio in shock and honestly embarrassment. She had been watching Terrance’s interview live while stretching when the journalist dropped the bomb she had been trying to keep between herself, Terry, and Zerina. She could feel the eyes of the crew on her, but she refused to make contact, but she could tell they were looking at her differently now. They had been for the past few hours since landing in Boston. 

Lance slowly makes his way over to her and hesitantly sits next to her. He doesn't say a word and just stretches next to her. The silence was comforting and what she needed as she just processed what happened. Viktor soon joins her side, and takes the phone from her hand to turn it off and distract her from the influx of notifications and blogs flooding her screen. Though the people she wanted to comfort her had distanced themselves, and went back to rehearsing the setlist as if she was in the wrong.

She could feel the tears threatening to spill but quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of his hoodie she stole from his suitcase. She decided then to just put her headphones on and block out the world, and try to clear her mind. Lance had been texting Terry, keeping him updated on how she was feeling until he got there.

BigT: Where is she? Lance: Next to me, we turned her phone off so she didn’t get flooded with messages. BigT: Okay, keep an eye on her, I gotta make one more stop and then I’m there. Lance: We got her man, handle yo business.

The studio had been extra quiet except for the laughter of Amari and Taylor recording videos. Terry nods as he and Zerina stepped into the studio, thinking they were keeping Tirian’s mind off what just happened. Before getting there he had stopped to get them some food, and all of her favorite things, to hopefully keep her mind occupied, and visit a long-time friend who owed him a favor. Zerina was already on media control, contacting several media blogs and threatening them with a lawsuit if they mentioned Tirian in anything. This beef had taken a turn, and was now a rival turned vendetta and Terry was looking for retribution. 

Terrance had fully expected for Amari and Taylor to be at her side, but what pissed him off was them laughing and giggling with each other in front of the floor to wall mirror, and Tirian in a corner with her legs pulled up beneath the hoodie so she could hide her face. He noted Viktor and Lance sitting beside her.

“Yo!” Terrance shouts, gaining their attention. “So this what we doing? Just leaving her to sulk in a corner like her trauma wasn’t just plastered for the world to see and hear?” He drops his stuff by the door and takes long quick strides over to her. Taylor shrugs to Amari, though Amari actually felt for her friend, and wanted to comfort her, but didn't know how to. Plus Taylor had been keeping her away from Tirian, and she was in no mood to fight the older woman. So she gave Tirian a moment to process things, especially since it just came out of nowhere. Taylor on the other hand.

“She doesn’t tell us anything else, sooo,”

Terry has to close his eyes and count to ten to control his temper. Taylor was really starting to piss him off, and the only reason she was still on this tour was because he thought she was an actual friend, but he’s starting to see now that wasn’t the case. He pulls Tirian up by her hands, upset by the tears streaking her face. 

“And you think that's a good enough reason to not talk to her?” Zerina answers for him, seeing the clear agitation on his face and the fuse that was ready to blow. “What, y’all mad she’s not telling you the details of her relationship?”

Taylor shrugs her shoulders. “She did before and now all of sudden, you two come into play and she’s being secretive.”

Terrance nods, now seeing Taylor for what she was, and that was someone who was only around for the drama, how he let her stay for so long was beyond him, but this shit was ending now.  He could feel Tirian wrap her arms around him and hide her face in his chest, wanting nothing more than to hide away. “See, what we’re not going to do is ice out Tirian because of her relationship with me.” He continues before Taylor could speak,  “You are not entitled to anything about her personal life and what she shares with you, is because she feels as if she can trust you.”

“And from a few resources, Taylor.” Zerina doesn’t look up from her phone, despite the banging migraine it was starting to give her.  “You were on the Caution tour when all of that stuff happened, so I would expect a little more empathy from you. 

Taylor rolls her eyes with the cross of her arms, “Just think it’s funny how they get together and all of a sudden she’s put in the dram-”

“That was gonna happen regardless of if they were together or not.” Zerina drops her hands in front of her with a ‘really look.’ “Cristian is a man with nothing to lose. He’s banking on a few loose mouths to back him up and you questioning Terrence is only going to aid in that.”

“Matter of fact, Z.” Terrance rubs the back of Tirian’s head in the process, his touch comforting amidst the drama. “Book Taylor a flight home, she’s done and if anybody else has an issue, they can go too.” 

Viktor shakes his head and crosses his arms. He’d heard horror stories from Lance about Cristian and the way he treats his crew. He wanted no parts in that and he actually felt for Tirian, he’s had sisters, and cousins who went through that and he wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy.  “So what do you want us to do?”

“Simple” Zerina shrugs like it was obvious, “Shut the fuck up, and stay the fuck out of their relationship unless asked, got it?” She scolds them like she’s their mother, making sure they each saw the seriousness on her face though her gaze lingers longer on Taylor who had been grabbing her stuff with an attitude.

The locked studio was silent as Terrance sat on the floor against the wall with Tirian curled in his lap. They were sharing a pair of headphones that played Luther Vandross in their ears. He was focused on editing the emails, for a replacement dancer before giving up and sending a quick message to a close friend, hoping she could fly in on such short notice. Tirian on the other hand had been coloring the blank spaces of his tattoos. The motions, keeping her mind from wandering off too much on the negatives of everything and losing someone who she thought was a friend. 

“So, Cristian just made bail, but he’s remanded to the state of New York, and placed on house arrest.” Viktor says from beside him. “But he’s going off on Twitter about you, Tiri and just to anyone who would listen.”

Terrance furrows his brows and looks up. “What’s he saying?” He put the other earbud in her ear, so she didn’t have to hear it. 

“Things like, you will never be him. How easy Tirian was to manipulate, just saying a lot of things, I would rather not repeat.” Lance adds in, turning the phone slightly so he could see, but to make sure it was out of view of Tirian's eyes to not upset her further. Amari had been behind her on her phone texting Zerina who had stepped out for a moment. Taylor texted her, but she had since blocked her number, not wanting any parts of her anymore.

“Don’t worry, I got something for his ass.” Terrance shifts, but doesn’t move her. He pulled his computer closer, and began shifting through folders until he landed on the one he needed and pulled up youtube. “I had been working on this since he started and honestly just finished it a few days ago.”

“What is it?” Viktor asks.

“Retribution” 

THE SHADE ROOM: HipHop Artist Stone has just broken his silence on his ongoing beef with artist BigCris, who has since been taking since the start of Stone’s Nothin but love world Tour, but Stone has no love for his  former labelmate.

THE BREAKFAST CLUB:  An exclusive video has been dropped by Artist Stone in retaliation for BigCris cashing a check he probably can’t handle. Though, I wonder what Tirian and Mekia have to say in all of this.

The Wendy Williams Show: All of this is just messy, messy boots, the only people i feel for in this are the dancers, cause what do you mean two grown ass men are acting like literal highschoolers. Cristian is lucky, this is all Stone doing and not putting him six feet under. 

The Real: Exclusive on Big Cris ‘Foster Care Package’,  Stone’s comeback to BigCris, Cristian's upcoming court case, and more.

Billboard: on behalf of Ugly Duck Station, Billboard Executives would like to extend its deepest apologies to Stone, and his lady Tirian for its reporters, asinine questions on personal matters that should not have been discussed. Said reporter had been released of their duties, and will no longer be employed to any other company. 

The video starts with an empty studio, with a microphone stand in the center if the floor. The lights are dimmed down and you can see the slow methodical steps of a figure walking up to stand in the mic. The lights brighten a little to see the features of Stone.

“I know I said I wasn’t gon say shit, but mothafuckas like to test my patience, so here we are.” He speaks aggressively into the mic while staring darkly into a camera. “Since you wanna play, nigga, let’s play.” Everyone watching didn’t need to hear his name to be said to know who he was talking about.  The beat starts and you can see a switch flip behind his ice blue eyes as the first set of lyrics leave his lips:

Easy money It's about to be a surgical summer Chop the tops off the coupes The cuatrociento' ochenta y ocho The Spider joint

And you know we gotta cut the heads off these snakes, right? Watch the body drop

Drug dealin' aside, ghostwritin' aside Let's have a heart-to-heart about your pride Even though you're multi, I see that your soul don't look alive

The M's count different when Baby divides the pie, wait Let's examine why Your music for the past few years been angry and full of lies

I'll start it at the home front, "I'm On One" Christian Graham stay off the 'Gram, bitch, I'm on one

You mention wedding ring like it's a bad thing Your father walked away at five, hell of a dad thing Marriage is somethin' that Mekia  never had, Drake How you a winner but she keep comin' in last place?

Since you name-dropped my fiancée Let 'em know who you chose as your Beyoncé

Mekia knows better as your baby mother Cleaned her up for IG, but the stench is on her

A baby's involved, it's deeper than rap We talkin' character, let me keep with the facts

You are hiding a child, let that boy come home Deadbeat mothafucka playin' border patrol, ooh

Horace is your son And he deserves more than an Adidas press run, that's real Love that baby, respect that girl

Forget she's a pornstar, let her be your world, yuugh! How dare you put Ye in my verses?

I'm selfish, I want all of the curses I'm pre-bookin' the churches, me versus three hearses

If we all go to Hell, it'll be worth it Already aligned with the greats, and on that same note

The only ones I chase are two ghosts Still givin' you classics, that's the only thing that dates me

40, hunched over like he 80, tick, tick, tick How much time he got? That man is sick, sick, sick I got the devil flow, nigga, six-six-six Surgical summer with it, snip, snip, snip And you don't really want it with him We gon' take this slow

We just gon' peel it back layer-by-layer Yeah, ATL  Artist of the motherfuckin' year And you talkin' 'bout you upset Well, I wanna see what it's like when you get angry, okay? You show me that Stone.

CREDITS: I change a few things, and took a few things out to fit the situation, but credits to the original for inspiring this, and helping me figure out how to end the beef.

[overrboarrd]

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CHAPTER NINE: None of Ur Friends Business

warnings: mentions of sexual abuse, violence, crash outs, smut. minors dni. .summary.: A much needed break is extended due to unforeseen circumstances, Zerina gets ahead of Terry and Tirian's public image. The crew learns boundaries when it comes to personal relationships. pairing.: Terrance Richmond x Tirian Harris .wordcount.: 7.5k

MASTERLIST: The Show Goes On

A/N: Thank you to @overrboarrd for reminding me of this song, cause it was very fitting for this chapter. Pls make sure you read the recent outtake If You Love Me first, as it gives a little backstory on the main characters. This chapter may be confusing if you don't.

Also my timeline is completely off, but were are actually 2 1/2 months into the tour, and nearing the end of the first leg of it. So we will end where we started in Atlanta. but rn they are headed to New York in this chapter.

I can't believe we're almost halfway done with them frens. 🥹

Five days before 106 & Park appearance Six days before MSG CONCERT

Terrance tapped his fingers against the tables as Zerina sat across from him in the front galley of his tour bus. The day out with his mom went longer than expected, and while he was relieved that she liked Tiri, it was a struggle to pull his girlfriend out of the hug she was sharing with her. 

“Oh, I have something for you.” Esther drops the groceries bags on the table and dusts the residue of flour off on a dish towel that came from a burst bag of flour. She had suddenly remembered a keepsake she wanted to give her, and she didn’t know when she would get a chance to again. Tirian watched as she moved to a locked wood grained cabinet sitting in the hallway towards the laundry area. “Your mama asked me to hold on to a few things in case she ever came back for it, but considering the circumstances, now is the right time.”

The  cabinet had been worn, with years of bumping into it, scratching it and being mishandled during her spouts of re-arranging the house and still the metal combination lock was still intact. Inside held important documents, cards, numbers, and even a loaded gun, but that wasn’t what she went for.  Esther shuffled through the different items around until she made an aha sound and found what she was looking for.

“What is that mama?” Terrance slowly moved up to stand behind Tirian, equally as curious. 

“Tiffany’s lyric journal.” She smiles fondly while gently rubbing over the cover. The journal was made of green leather with a little turtle pendant on the top of it. It looked brand new, but as Tirian stepped to get a closer look, she could see the weathered green pages, and scribbles of ink. “She wrote a lot of songs here that never made it to the light of day.”

“Why not?” Tirian asks from beside her, eager to flip through the pages, but she could see the longing in Esther’s eyes who was still unsure of wanting to give it to her. 

“Didn’t want other people to profit off her words when she started singing. “ She flips through a few pages, “Some were about love, life,  and her greatest achievement…you.”

There were a few pages listed with different phrases she put together, some were unfinished and a whole section of finished lyrics, some she instantly recognized as lullabies her mother sang to her growing up. “May I?” She reaches for the book.

“All yours to keep sweetheart.” She places it in her hands with a smile and a rub of her hand. “Kept it safe,  hoping you will find your way here. “Now, let’s put these groceries away, and eat.”

Esther had insisted she cook them lunch and see what else she could dig up from storage that belonged to Tiffany before they left. What Terrance thought was going to be a quick unloading of groceries and a nap had turned into him taking that nap alone in his childhood room while his mom and girlfriend gushed over memorabilia she was able to find in the shed behind the trailer. Photo albums, old clothes that still smelled like her, another journal with lyrics, and most importantly a Oval Sardonyx Cameo Ring made with 14k yellow gold. A piece of her mom that she thought she lost had been given to her in the form of his mother and she would forever be grateful.

The couple  didn’t leave until well after the sun went down enjoying a late dinner and stories of the brief childhood they shared together. Esther didn’t want them to leave, but she knew they had to be back on the road. Loaded with a few day's worth of home cooked meals, bags of freshly clean clothes and a sweet potato pie that Tirian threatened to cut his fingers off if he touched they were on their way. They  didn’t make it back on the bus till eleven that night, both feeling the bus start moving, and the weariness in their bones from being out all day. The bed was the only thing on their mind. It wasn’t until they caught up with everyone else at a truck stop location in Connecticut that their plans derailed. Terrance and Tirian had been asleep when a harsh knock to the door woke them up. 

“Did we stop?” Tirian grumbles sleepily as she picks up her phone to see the time. 5:48 a.m. The knocking persists until Terrance gets up and urges her back down until she relaxes into her pillow.

“Go back to sleep, I got it.” 

The automatic lights come on the hallway with each step he takes down the tight aisle until he reaches the door. He peeked through the partitions to note that Greg, their driver, had gotten off and briefly glanced at the two buses in front of him that stopped. He opened the door to be greeted by the sight of a pissed Zerina in front of him.

“I already called a friend, we can use his private hanger, and Giannis? You’re favorite pilot? His kids are in school so he’ll meet us there.” Zerina straightens in her spot with her legs crossed, while she enjoyed traveling with her cousin, buses were no longer cutting it. At Least not for her. “I can manage you from anywhere, I can't talk to Tirian without you always in the way, so group travel it is.” She pulls up a few files saved in her drive as  small manila folder icons popping up one by one on the screen. “I know you love her, but don’t smother her.”

Terrance frowns in disbelief. He didn’t think he was, she never gave it off or protested otherwise. “I’m smothering?” 

“You’re a clingy boyfriend, it’s cute” Zerina has to laugh a bit at her younger cousin pointing out the smothering but not the fact that she mentioned he loved her.  She knew how much of a lover boy he was, she’s seen it once with Mekia and though it didn’t end how he had hoped, She was grateful that he was able to find love again, even if it came with her own past. “But, hang out with the crew more often.”

“They’re nosy,” Terrance scoffs.

“That they are, but for good reason.” Zerina had already talked to Lance and Taylor about the Caution tour Tirian was on with them and Cristian. While they had been truthful and provided dates and times that matched with Amari’s own recollections of Tirian on the Renaissance tour, they did have the tendency to prod too deep into her life unprovoked, and privacy was something these two were going to need in the next few weeks as everything blows over . “I'll talk to them as long as you give them a chance.”

“They get one.” 

“We can make that work, now, This Cristian and Mekia shit.” 

Terrance rubs a hand down his face in frustration. The moment he responded back to him it had been a game of cat and mouse mostly just words strewn together to defame his character as if they weren’t the reason for it all. Terrance made sure to keep Tirian’s name out of it but knowing Cristian he would eventually call her out too and that was something he wanted to prepare not only himself, but Tirian for. 

“It’s old shit disguised with a new victim.” 

The sounds of the toilet flushing and water running gets Zerina’s attention. She watches Tirian come out with her glasses on in just a giant t-shirt, ready to get back in bed. “Uh uh, lil miss social anxiety,” she calls out with a come here motions with her finger. Her eyes narrowed in Tirian until she nervously joined them at the table with Terrance sliding over to let her sit down.

“Heeeey,” She drags out nervously. 

“Don't hey me.” She clicks through her computer until she pulls up a drafted police report. “Mekia and a few of Cristian's goons trashed your place, Dijiah gave her access to personal records and that's how she found out where you lived.” Zerina knew a few friends in the neighborhood and was able to get several ring cameras and security footage from her apartment and Terry’s No Limitz Studio, that would gladly be used as evidence should she press charges. Tirian reads over the completed police report in genuine surprise and appreciation.  “I can have this sent in as soon as possible with your go ahead, but.” Zerina pauses. “A restraining order is going to be harder to get especially since there's not much evidence to go off of.”

“So you're saying we just gotta deal with Mekia and them popping up at any time?” Terrance huffs and throws his arm behind her to rest on the back of the couch like seating. “That's bullshit.” 

“We can re-hire your personal security team, and up the clearance level on events outside of touring.” Zerina provides an alternative having already sent the police report and evidence to the Atlanta Police Department with her silent nod of approval “and move you both into a more secure gated community. Harbour Heights just put in new units up for lease.”

“Just one unit?”  Tirian doesn’t look at the face Terrance makes in her direction that Zerina noticed the moment she asked the question. Zerina kicks his shin with her heel that shakes the table with the both of them staring each other down in a silent conversation that Tirian didn’t seem to notice.

“I can find other units in the location of your choosing. But you do need somewhere to go once this is over.”

“There’s this Highrise in New York..”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

Chicago, Illinois Grand Penthouse

The skyline of the city of Chicago  illuminated the vast penthouse through its floor to ceiling windows, though nothing was luminous about the setting. The place had been decorated in a dark industrial style, with exposed metal beams and metal light fixtures. The bold exposed wall of brick meshed with the black painted walls lined with gold, diamond and silver records and candid portraits of him onstage selling out crowds across the country. The furniture matched him, bold, chaotic, and dark. The living space was the focal point with the over the top black and gold marble fireplace, leather couches, and a large glass coffee table that was litters red solo cups, various brown liquors, rolling trays, white grainy powders, and more grams of marijuna than you can legally possess in the state of Illinois. Inside, everything sparkled; from the lights embedded in the ceiling to the ice melting in the untouched drinks. Designer sneakers were propped on pristine white rugs, and the scent of musky cologne, weed, and expensive upholstery mixed in the air like a bad cocktail. A harsh aggressive tone of music played in the background, the lyrics screaming nothing but drugs, money, violence and beating women, though the women in the room didn’t seem to be offended.

“Yo C, you good if I close these doors? Bout to rain like a bitch.” A member of Cristian's posse  asked, his words muffled from the joint place in the corner of his mouth, it was half lit as the cool wind was slowly putting it out. 

Cristian lounged in a deep leather chair with his legs spread, forcing the people on the side of him to sit uncomfortably or get up to sit elsewhere. Though she never left his side. He was too into going over his tweets to care and wave him off with his free hand while the other tapped fluidly at his diamond-encrusted phone. He wore his success like armor: Custom designer clothes that cost more than what he’s worth, watches heavy as a fist, and the freshest pair of shoes he had access to before the public. The room had been filled with niggas willing to kiss his ass to remain at the top, and though they can be beneficial at times, they worked his last nerve. The air around them was filled with loud smoke that burned their nostrils but kept Cristian’s eyes half-lidded like he was always a breath away from sleep or violence.

“This nigga,” Deion, a cousin laughs while pointing at him, “stupid ass mothafucka. Shut the damn doors.”

Cristian rolls his eyes and throws his arm on the back of the couch, stretching further disregarding the comfort of the woman next to him. Though her poker face didn’t show it as she sipped on a cup of brown liquor. The most she knew as it was put in her hand the minute she arrived. Her gaze scanned the room like she could see straight through the fakeness and wanted no part of it. Her legs were crossed, her expression unreadable. To continue the dead expression, she pulled out her phone to scroll through, flinching at the calloused fingers suddenly squeezing and rubbing her neck.

“Why the fuck is he here Mekia.” Cristian finally notices the small child in the corner of the room. Though he was quiet and out of place, the crashing of the lego building blocks annoyed him, and the channel on the  massive wall mounted TV above the fireplace had been changed from the basketball game to a muted cartoon of cars. Cristian was clearly annoyed at the presence of the kid. 

“No one wants to watch it.” Mekia shrugs like it was obvious. The kid was quiet, and in the corner, he shouldn’t be upset. “Speaking of, Tirian hasn’t found a new place yet.”

Cristian smirks. “That means she’s moving in with him,” He glances her way with the wheels already turning for the next plan. “Nigga never moves, so we can set some shit to happen before his so-called world tour ends.”

“How does this end with me back on that tour?” Terrance was set to end the first leg of his tour in Florida and start the second in what she last checked was Brazil. She needed to be on that international tour.

Cristian had no plans of getting her back on that tour, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. “I got it covered.” He had someone working on it and if this plan didn’t work, he had other options. “

Drey, one of Cristian’s oldest “friends,” broke the rhythm of the night and interrupted Mekia before she could respond while holding up his phone with a grin. “Yo, C,” he called out, voice slicing through the music. “That nigga just posted.  He’s in New York next week. Madison Square Garden. Friday.” Cristian looked over slowly, eyes sharpening like a blade being drawn. He said nothing at first, just leaned forward and rested his elbows on his  knees.

“New York, huh.” A devilish smile formed on his face as he thought about all the possibilities of ruining his week. “His security weak ass shit to, this will be fun.”

Connecticut

Zerina rolls her eyes and crosses one leg over the other. “Let's not forget that ‘nigga is your brother-” Zerina had been grilling Terrance on everything she could about Cristian. She got what she needed from Tirian for the moment, and though it was still traumatic, she could get ahead of it. She now had trusted and vetted friends confirming everything and reporting back to her with documents, videos, and pictures and even witness statements she was sure Cristian didn’t know were there. Terrance’s silence was eventually going to make Cristian crash out and spill it all. His future lies needed to be debunked, and she needed the proof. He could try to change the narrative, but if he didn’t stop now,  Cristian would be blackballed from the industry before he could drop his next album. 

“Foster brother” Terrance hisses through his teeth in annoyance. No matter if he grew up with him or not, that relationship sailed long before his career kicked off. There was nothing Zerina or his mother could say that would convince him they were ever family. Cristian chose his family, and Terrance was no longer a part of it. Terrance could care less. If they really were, then they wouldn’t be in this situation right now. Broken.  “Let's not also forget he was the one who put Layla on drugs.” 

Terrance hadn’t heard from his sister since she disappeared from his apartment months ago. After the little talks, and convincing her to stay the night somewhere safe; he had woken up the next morning to Layla and a few things of value missing. He couldn’t bring it to himself to ask his mom if she saw her, knowing she probably didn’t know what her only daughter was up to.  Layla couldn’t have gone far but he made sure he had friends in various locations looking out for her and reporting back to him but the last he knew she was somewhere in Ohio with a boyfriend who was just like her. It pained him to know she was living a life similar to that of their father, but he couldn’t help someone that didn’t want to be helped. Layla made her choice and now it was time for him to make his. Zerina looks at him in concern, but doesn’t press the issue. She watched that situation first hand and knew how he was feeling. She tends to wonder what his life would’ve looked like hadn’t Roc Nation signed him to their label.

“Did you know about Tirian and Cristian?” She questions, while sending emails and new schedules to the production team already at the next location. She had been up since two in the morning arranging for Giannis and the jet to be at the next location–she never understood why he got buses instead of flying, especially after seeing his bank accounts. He could afford the airfare-plus rearranging all of his guest appearances that were scheduled for this week to next, so now they essentially had a few days off from everything. The last thing on her list was getting ahead on the potential backlash of his and Cristian’s personal issues with each other and now his very public relationship with his lead dancer who happened to be Cristian’s ex. “I know you said Isis and John set yall up the night  before your performance at the Falcons game. So that covers any infidelity accusations.” 

“I didn't know they dated honestly.” Terrance purses his lips in thought. Tirian, though they were together,  still kept a lot of things to herself, and he hadn't thought to ask her about past relationships until their conversation yesterday. But knowing Crisitan was her ex, put a lot of it in perspective and when she was ready to tell him he was  there to listen. 

“You’ve known her for how long and haven't talked to her about it?” 

“When she was ready to tell me, she told me.” He shrugs indifferently. Tirian had laid everything out in the open, though he could tell she was omitting some details. “I know enough to wanna put that muthafuckas head on a stick”

Zerina shuts her laptop close and shakes her head. As much shit as he's been through, she thought Terrance would be smarter than this. Rap beef makes or breaks your career and she would hate to see it come crashing down because of a girl, and she wasn't sure if he even cared that it might happen. “Talk to her, there's more to that relationship than she's telling us.” Zerina stands up with the computer tucked under her arm. “I would hate to see both of your careers end over a petty ass nigga”

Terrance scratches his head with a frown. He knew it wasn't a threat, but it didn't sit well with him at all. But it came with letting Zerina manage his career. She was cutthroat. He wouldn’t be where he is now without her. While he was still up, he pulled his stash from one of the cabinets and began the process of rolling.. “He knows better than to try me.”

“I'm going to check on the crew and update them on the travel plans” Zerina stops at the door with her hand resting on the handle and in the process of turning it to open the door. “Regardless, we have three days until your appearance on 106 & Park.” 

That was even better as he put the rolled joint to his lips and lit the end. He inhaled deeply and held the smoke in his chest before blowing out a puff of smoke from the corner of his lips. She left them alone but a text from Zerina had him kissing his teeth in annoyance.

Zerina: let me handle it or go to the fuckin’ booth if you got sumn to say.

“Do what the fuck I want.” He mumbles. The sight of Taylor and Amari in the window caught his attention and they were heading towards his door. He frowns and opens it before they can knock, startling them both with nervous smiles.

“She sleep”

Taylor kisses her teeth “Nigga pls, how you know?” 

“Cause i put her to sleep.” He shrugs. “what yall niggas want, it's a day off.”

“We rented out a studio space to work on some new moves to the set.” Amari tells him, already on her phone, to text Tirian, who she knew was already up.

“That and there's a club and a mall just down the road-” Taylor trails off trying to goad what they want out the mouth of Terrance herself.

“And y’all wanna use my bus?” He answers for them, knowing it was what they were asking. 

“Well yours is the only one not broken down.”

Terrance kisses his teeth, but nods. “Aight fine.” 

“You the best bro, aye!” Taylor turns and shouts towards their bus parked behind his. Terrance looks in surprise at Viktor and Lance rushing over with their bags and a play station. “We going to rent a car.”

“Bet!” Lance grins, “I got a few places I want to stop by.”

“Actually,” Terrance hums in thought.  “We’ll just travel to the next location together and stop on the way..” It would just be better to get a hotel in Boston than driving back and forth.” He lets them on the bus. Tirian had walked out from the bedroom dressed in his shirt and shorts to fix her something to eat. 

“You sure man? They are an hour out the way.”  Lance asks, dropping his bag on one of the seats. He was just going to drop off and pick up some things. 

“Yeah, I wanna run something by y’all.” This whole sudden beef with Mekia and Cristian like he was the villain had him remembering some key details. He let them settle while shooting a couple messages to Zerina. 

Traveling to Boston

“Girl, you look tired!”

“I’m not though,” Tirian shrugs in her seat as she sits at the small table with a bowl of frosted flakes and bananas. 

“Mhmm,” Taylor smirks at her. Tirian was unusually happy right now and that only meant one thing. “You guys fucked didn’t you?” 

“Taylor!” Amari shouts and hits Taylor’s shoulder. 

Tirian hides behind the spoon of cereal, huffing out a laugh through her nose while chewing, they did but she wasn’t going to go into details. “We did.” 

“Mhmm, I bet y’all did.” That was the hum of Taylor saying they were going to talk later, though Tirian wasn’t going to tell them much.

“Anyways,” Amari waves her off. “So what did you want to talk about.?”

“I got some friends out in Boston” Terrance comes back on the bus after helping Viktor and Lance move tour equipment and luggage to his bus. Zerina had closed off a floor at a Four Seasons with a few cars at the ready when she arrived from her red-eye flight. “I want to film a video.”

“Oh shit, to a new song.” Viktor gets excited, doing music videos was one of his favorite side jobs for when he wasn't touring. It’s how it helped him land his first acting role ever and now he was ready to put himself out there again. 

“Something like that, I wanna keep it low-key.” Terrance sat next to Tirian and took the spoon from her to take a bite. He chews slowly while pulling out a notebook to jot down a few notes. In the front had a list of names and numbers, and some with intricate visual drawings scene by scene. He showed it to her a few times and how to read it. “Just need some local designers and filmmakers.”

“Like shirts or something?” Taylor asks, already pulling out her computer. “Cause I can have some ready by tomorrow. 

“If you can't, that would be great.” Terry agrees, It was a quick video and would be a one take with minor editing.

“I got a few friends who own a warehouse, “ Lance adds from his seat. “They can let us use it for however long we need to.

Viktor chimes in with his own connections. “A few dancers owe me a favor out that way to,.”

Terrance nods in approval. There wasn’t a big budget for it, and even though this was his career, he still had to approve with Zerina who was trying to be a big sis general and keep tabs of everything. A quick message to her and immediate response of a thumbs up gave him the go ahead. 

“That would be great, I”ll have Sterling send the beat over so y’all can hear it-” 

Taylor cuts Terrance off, eager to know what the song is or what it's gonna be about. “What song is it?”

Terrance shakes his head. “Y’all will know when everybody else does. I trust y’all but this one is too personal—”

“Nah, nigga” Taylor snaps catching everyone off guard, including Terrance. “Not when Tirian is in this now.--”

“She already knows.” Terry cuts her off with a look of annoyance. He hated being cut off while he was speaking and he would stop all together and leave the conversation. No one on this bus was entitled to his personal life except for Tirian. They had their own conversation that lined up perfectly with each other’s. He  had joked that he was grateful for Isis and John for setting them up together. “If you had let me finish, you would’ve gotten that what we put out to the public for y’all to know is on her terms, and if she hasn’t said anything, then i ain’t either.”

“I’m just looking out for her.” 

“And I appreciate that but, whenever I'm around I got  her.” Tirian had become something he never thought he needed. “And I'm a little hurt by the shocked expressions on your faces at my generosity. Some of you have danced with Cristian as well?”

The bus went quiet as everyone looked at each other nervously. Taylor finally spoke. “Yeah, Lance and I know Tirian from his Caution Tour.” Tirian had been one of the quieter dancers, usually only onstage for one song. They watched Cristian smoothly talk his way into her life, while sleeping with his lead dancer who pushed him to knock down Tirian to just a backup dancer while stealing her moves. 

“Dude was fucked up,” Lance comments. He had hooked up the playstation to the tv and tossed a controller to Viktor who was across from him.

“You can see why I'm hesitant.” Terrance was calm as he could be. “Especially knowing you guys watched this shit happen instead of helping her when she needed it.” 

“Of course, but you can understand why we’re protective.” Amari had seen her own version of Tirian on a tour. Tirian was selective with her friends and more recently her partners. Cristian had been the first. He was too public with the lifestyle that she didn’t mind him not posting her and vice versa. The Les twins incident had only been mere jealousy amongst the dancers trying to tarnish her name.  Tirian didn’t bother anyone, yet she was the constant target for jealous people. 

“When I said we met before this tour, I meant that.”  He loved that they were watching out for her now , but their relationship wasn’t going to keep being a topic of discussion. “As I said before, if this is going to be an issue-”

“Not an issue, Taylor and Amari don’t know when to shut the fuck  up” Viktor speaks for them and cuts his eyes their way. If they kept going, they would be easily replaced, and no one wanted that. 

“Back to this video though.” Lance 's never left the screen as a game of NBA2k started. “What do you need us to do?”

Four days before 106 & Park appearance Five days before MSG CONCERT

Tirian drops onto the hotel bed with a sigh. She loved the bus life but being in a place with space was a lot more relaxing after a long day of travel. Terrance chuckles and puts their bags in the corner.

“Feel good?”

“Mhm, I could take a nap right now.” she sinks further in the bed as the edge of it dips. He laid his weight on top of her back and pressed quick kisses into her cheek. 

“We could do something else too,” he flicks her ear with his tongue.

“You're nasty.” She mumbles and struggles to roll over beneath him. He lifts a little with a chuckle until she faces him. Her hands rest on the back of his neck while staring at each other. The silence was comforting and his fingers were gentle against her skin that rubbed her cheeks. 

“You know I would never let anything happen to you right?”

The Next Day

A warehouse had been loaned out for him and it was quickly set up per his request. After lounging around in the hotel and taking a much needed hot shower, they were on their way for their only day of shooting. The building had been filled with cars, lights, cameras and screens bigger than he thought he could find, but grateful nonetheless. It was a busy day and when he finally stepped in, people rushed back and forth with arms filled with outfits, shoes and equipment. Everything was on a time crunch as he wanted to edit and release whatever he was doing the next day.

“My Nigga!” a deep baritone voice shouts out that makes Terrance hide behind a wide smile. 

“Nah Clipse, you ghosted me man!” He jokes but meets him halfway to slap hands and bump shoulders. He winces slightly at him, slapping his back. Normally it wouldn't hurt, but with newly formed scratch marks the hits stung a little.

“Nah man, you know life happens,” Clipse shrugs. Even though they signed together when they were eighteen and even did some joint collaborations, they were living two different career paths. Clipse's career  became stagnant at the expense of his wife getting cancer and giving birth to their first child. He chose them over his career, and that was something he would never regret. 

“How is the fam?’ Terrance asks while shoving his hands into his pockets. “Last I saw, Giana was in remission?”

“Yeah, but that chemo still took a lot out of her,-but enough of us, what’s with you and Crisitian?” 

Terrance kisses his teeth–involuntarily flexing his chest while looking around. “Nigga, picked a fight.”

“And you’re doing a video instead of calling him out?”

“Zerina revoked my social media privileges.” Clipse laughed, but Terrance was serious. Zerina had changed the passwords on all of his social media accounts after the last back and forth, and now the most he could do via phone was call or message. A little childish in a sense, but that just forced the creative wheels in his mind to start turning.  “And this is a little better.”

“Shit, Zerina don’t play!  How’d ya get her to be your manager again? She retired after me.” Zerina was an opportunist, and no one job kept her in place long enough to make it a career. She had been a back-up singer, dancer, stylist, manager, anything you can think of she has at some point done it. As she got older and he focused on a career, she became a stylist and manager, and when Stone finally saw the fruits of his labor, Zerina basked in hers on a hiatus somewhere in Bora Bora until he called. 

“Let’s just say she owed me a favor.” 

“Yeah, aight. So what you need me for?”

“Call up your boys,” Terrance's attention lands on Tirian, who had brought out her guitar, and began playing it with a few other people he requested to be here, “I need them for a shot, and uh make sure they know Tirian is off limits.” 

“Who?”

Terrance points to where she was sitting letting Clipse follow his hand with wide eyes.

“You dating Cristian's ex?”

Terrance makes a face and looks at Clipse. “How you know that?”

“Man,  Cristian's caution tour, “Clipse rubs the back of his neck nervously. “he let everyone know not to mess with her. That she was his, not sure how he let her go but man fell hard for that girl.”

Terrance has to laugh. He knew what happened between the two and from the details of him cheating, being a little abusive, to just treating her like trash, he couldn't believe Cristian loved her like he loved her. “Crazy to believe when he cheated on her with Mekia.”

“Shit, so the little boy is hi-”

“Little boy?”

“Fuck.”

“Clipse..”

“I said too much man.”

“What the fuck do you know?”

Tirian had been playing her guitar with a few people when she noticed the look on Terrance’s face. She wasn't sure what he was talking about, but she could see the surprise in his face.

“Girl, how do you lock the Stone  down?” One of the hired dancers she learned was Tammy, asked . She was much older than her with long black hair pulled up into a ponytail. She was caking her pretty round brown face-in makeup while popping a piece of gum. “Nigga been single for five years, plus declaring celibacy only to pop out with you.?”

Tirian shrugs. “Just happened.”  She could hear the underlying tone in her comment but brushed it off. She wasn't in the business of telling anyone about the details of her relationship, especially after the conversation they had last night. “We met at a dinner, and the rest was history.”

“I like that.” Gina, another dancer, tells her. “A woman never kisses and tells and with how Stone looks, I wouldn't either.” She bites the tip of her stiletto nails, glancing at him with a smirk.

“Try it if you want Gina,” Taylor joins in with her arms full of clothes. “You won't have eyes to see anymore.”

“Who are you supposed to be her bodyguard?”

Taylor shrugs and plops next to Tirian on the floor. “I like to fight.”

“Of course you do.” Gina rolls her eyes and starts adjusting the crop top she had on, making it rise higher than it's supposed to be. 

“If you got something to say bitch, say it.”

“I'm just saying, it must be nice to have two niggas fighting over you.” Gina knew of Tirian, they were in a few music videos together as backup, and even knew about the relationship she had with Cristian. “Especially since he had to take it instead of it being put out.”

Tirian's heart drops at the last thing she says. Not too many people knew the nature of why they broke up, hells she barely remembered the details of those last few nights with him,  and those who did were six feet under. 

“What are you talking about?” Tammy asks, now curious after seeing the look on her face.

“Get this, She was a virgin when she met Cristian.” Gina starts, grinning when Tirian gets up. “From what I heard she wouldn't put out, so he drugged her to the point-”

Gina was cut off by Tirian slamming her fist into her face and feeling the bones crack beneath them. The loud scream and commotion had Terrance and Clipse looking their way. Taylor was doing her best to pull her off, but the adrenaline rush she felt had her locked in on breaking every bone in her fast. 

“Tirian! Stop!” Taylor shouts. 

“Wanna say that shit again?” Tirian snaps. It was one thing to mention her being a virgin, and being a little sheltered, but it was another to try and purposefully trigger her and downplay what she went through like she asked for it. She knew the moment Gina and Tammy came in they were trouble, and she wanted to keep her distance. Looks like that wasn’t going to work. Tirian could never remember the details of what happened, and for someone else to know ticked her off. She was blinded by anger with each blow she landed on Gina’s face. The noises and shouts from passersby had been zoned to the point she didn’t feel a set of arms around her waist.

“Hey, hey.” He whispers in her ear while moving them away from the commotion and outside. “It’s okay.”  Tirian relaxes at the sound of his voice but is still tense while watching Gina get helped up. His grip on her was still firm until he knew she wouldn't run off. 

“I'm fine.”

“You're not.” He turns her around until her back hits the wall. He tilted her head up by the chin with his fingers to inspect for any bruises. “Didn’t know you had it in you lil bit” Tirian rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. She wasn’t in the mood for his jokes, and he could see it across her face with a sigh. Terrance could see the tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes, and with people still lingering, he grabbed her hand and guided her out to his car. It was just as chaotic outside as it was inside, and she couldn’t help but shrink under the gazes of everyone watching and whispering.  “What happened?” He asked once he sat in the driver's side with the door open. He pulled her to stand between his legs.

“It’s nothing.” Tirian crosses her arms and looks off at a few guys pulling in equipment.

“Nah, not when they got you punching a girl’s face in.” He taps her arms and moves his head around until they are looking at each other. “Talk to me baby.” He rubs his nose against her cheek. “Can’t help if you don’t”

Tirian bites her lip, feeling his hands rub up and down her sides in soothing motions. “She mentioned some triggering situations.” She sighs, and moves closer in his arms until he wraps them around her in a hug. “I can tell they’re friends with Mekia.”

Terrance realizes then what she was talking about without her having to go into detail, and hums. He presses a kiss to her cheek. “I’m sorry.” 

She shrugs. “It is what it is. Comes with the territory right?” 

Terrance watched the last few things get set up and Clipse stood beside him adjusting one of the cameras to the new lighting.  “Tirian good?” he asks.

Terrance rubs his hands together, “yeah, Gina and them gone?” 

“Escorted off the lot like you ask, not gon lie, yo girl beat her up pretty bad.” 

“She's lucky that’s all she did.” Terrance tilts his head, watching everyone adjust the custom shirts Amari and Taylor made on such short notice.  “She said some personal messed up shit, and I don’t roll with that.” 

Clipse nods. “Yeah, I don't blame you" He doesn't say to much more, and adjust the last of the cameras to the new lighting. " You ready?”

It wasn't long before the video shoot was done and they were back in their hotel room with food and drinks ready to waste the rest of the day away before packing up to leave tomorrow. His MacBook projected a movie to the tv, and a lego set went unfinished but it was long forgotten when he started kissing her cheek and neck. His hands roamed along her sides, playfully tugging on her shirt. “No.”

Tirian was actually into the movie, but the clingy ass boyfriend next to her made it a little hard to pay attention. His hand slips under the shirt to massage the left breast in his hand. 

“Terrance”

“Mhm?” He hums in her neck. “Just want a taste mama.”

Her eyes flutter close at the feel of his large hand palming her chest. His lips find the corner of her mouth until their heads turn and their lips meet in a slow, passion filled kiss. Terrance was insatiable and was definitely a sex freak. Tirian didn’t mind it, she left satisfied every single time—she was just a little sore from the last few times. 

 Terrance took advantage of her mouth parting to shove his tongue down her throat to licking the inside of her cheeks and flicking her tongue. His hand found the back of her neck and pulled her in closer as he rolled their bodies over. 

“Just a taste.” He whispers against her mouth.

It was more than just a taste, his lips closed around her clit with a hum. His fingers stroked her slick walls urging her to moan out and grip his head. Not to push him away, as every lick and suck of her slick folds between his full lips left her wanting more. His taste became a meal, and now his arousal, and the haze of passion washed over him had her laying on her back with his arms hooked around her thighs to sheathe himself inside her. Tirian lets out a choked moan with every inch of his dick slipping past her fold still not used to the size of him. 

“Fuck.” Terrance grunts watching his dick disappear inside her. “Open fa me baby.”

He was stretching her open with every slow stroke of his hips. The burn was welcomed until he finally bottoms out with his balls slapping against her perineum. Her pussy was tight and suctioning him in with traces of her cum already spilling out the sides. 

“Oh fuck!” She arches off the bed at the curve of his dick finding her g-spot. He kept hitting that spot while watching her face contorted in pleasure. She looked beautiful like this. A complete mess under him with her eyes glossed over like she was about to cry. He had slowed down and lowered himself until he was laying on top of her. 

“Want me to sto-”

“No.” She manages to mutter out against his shoulder. Any other time they fucked, both chasing a release before going to sleep, but tonight felt different. He was slow, methodical and coaxing small whimpers from her throat. 

“Tight ass pussy,” His arm cradles her head and pressed it against his own, folding his nose against her cheek as if he was trying to crawl in her skin.. Her legs wrapped around him in response making him shift his position and angle his hips to fuck her into the bed. “Wet ass pussy.” He kisses her neck with a sigh. 

“tumɔs pasmak”(too much). Her moans were soft in his ear that sent another rush of blood to his dick. . His hips slowed to a grind.  The words were on the tip of his tongue while watching her. He strokes his hand back until they cupped her face. He hadn’t thought he would fall in love this fast, but now he found himself wanting more than that. He wanted her in every way possible, and would do anything to get it. Terrance  sighs in content, and kisses the side of her face until her arms wrapped around his neck. 

Tirian felt a sudden rush of pleasure through her bones, squeezing around him until he groaned in her ear. She felt the tears stream down her face as a sense of happiness washed over her. The feel of his lips pressing into her skin tingled. “Mi at jɔs tek yu”. 

She didn’t know what that meant. He had only taught her a few different phrases, and the way he said this had her coming before him. She had wanted to ask him right then but she was cut off with a kiss, and his thrusts stilling inside of her. Her hands cup his neck, loving the feel of him emptying inside her. Terraces drops his weight on her with a sigh. 

They were brought back to reality by the sound of his song playing from his phone. He didn’t want to move, perfectly content with letting it play. His cheeks were warmed from resting it on her chest. He could feel heart rate syncing with his until they calmed down from the lust-filled high. Her fingers began scratching at his neck as she spoke. “What did you say,” 

“Learn how to say it and I’ll tell you.”

NEW TAGLIST:

@nayaesworld || @overrboarrd || @sillyteecup || @novahreign

@ranikyani || @theogbadbitch || @kumkaniudaku || @that-one-anxious-mango

@luvrsluxe || @zunibugsiren

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MASTERLIST || BLOOD ORCHIDS

.warnings.: violence, gore, sexual themes, racism, blood, abuse to women, foul language, racial slurs, angst, toxic relationships, drug use

.pairing: Terry Richmond x Asami Hudson x Jey Uso

Summary: Terry Richmond and his partner in crime Samuel Fatu are two men who are driven by money, lust and power. When it comes to drugs, violence, and weapons, they are the go to for all your needs, but what happens when a routine shipment on the docks turn into a battle for dominance leaving both men to fight for their innocence? Asami Hudson recently graduated from Harvard School of law with her masters in Criminal Justice, looking to pursue a career as an Attorney to take on high profile cases. She made quick work in passing the bar and applying to several firms to hopefully find one to call home. After 10 rejections, Jordan E. Baker has hired her, though they restricted her to making copies and handling low profile cases.  What happens when she gets the call and opportunity to represent two high profile clients that happen to be the most dangerous men in the state of Georgia Or when those two clients fall in love with her? She now must choose between her career or lifelong happiness. 

MEET THE CAST

THE OCTAGAN PLAYLIST About Terry Richmond About Samuel Fatu About Asami Hudson

Chapter I. || Saturday 12am est. Chapter II. || June 11th 12 am est.

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@kianaleani @luvrsluxe @hoodjiggaren @queeny23 @moooonluvr @wabi-sabi1090

star017 wolfhalyesrightnutsack juniooox htxgabbi1 nbanenefrmdao

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solo so fucking funny 😭

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a lotr reference from r truth wasn’t on my bingo card but alas 😭

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not my men 😔

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recruiting jimmy??????????

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Market Days

.summary.: a quiet morning of gardening and enjoying each other's time leads to a day at the market, and an exchange of gifts from friends .pairing.: Moosie x Aaron Pierre .wordcount.: 3.4k

A/n.: I have been neglecting my introverted babies🥺, so enjoy their day of fluff and domesticated life🥹. This is loosely edited ( by loosely I mean , edited noticeable errors. ) cause this has become a self-indulgent that I wanted to share, so this pairing gets written when i'm stressed, or need a writing break from everything else, I.E. FRAZIER cause that one is a little dark for my innocent soul.

So if you see errors. 😅

you didn't. 😭

Enjoy 😊

“Moosie”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?” He grunts, but doesn’t move from his position on the ground. Aaron had been home for a month now, enjoying his time off and spending it with his favorite girl. It was like any other day for them. The morning sun and her pet rooster Dave woke them up at the ass crack of dawn–even though they were both already up and lazing around in bed until he finally urged them up to start their day. The day started off with morning showers and stolen kisses to her raiding his closet for one of his jumpers.

Moosie dressed herself in a pair of brown carhartt overalls and a green shirt. Her shoulder length wild curly 4c hair pulled into a loose ponytail that she managed to force it in and tied with a yellow ribbon–it was sure to come off later as her hair had a mind of its own. Aaron wore a simple pair of carhartt pants and a matching green shirt–unintentional as sometimes she tends to raid his side of the closet for clothes. 

Their morning continues with her in the sun room, watering the multiple plants and flowers she’s grown over the four years since she inherited the family home. She meticulously counted each one, and the amount of water she put in them, while Aaron worked on their breakfast. Corn Beef Hash and rice for himself. Diced  fried spam, rice and eggs for her with their first cup of tea for the day–ceylon black tea was the chosen one for today. .  

With the sun nice and bright in the sky and the gentle breeze coming and going, Moosie insisted they have their breakfast outside on the patio. He obliged her request, wanting to enjoy the soothing sounds of nature as well. He carried their breakfast outside to the wicker table that sat on the back patio connected to the kitchen, behind him, she held their teas, with their current reads tucked under her arms. 

She was reading Children of Blood and Bone–a series she waited for to be completely published as she breezed through books like nothing, usually finishing them in a week's time. Aaron had started re-reading Othello, and some-times read the book to her during breakfast. This was their normal routine and it never got old. While Moosie cleaned up the remnants of breakfast, Aaron spotted a few weeds that needed pulling in her garden and a makeshift lock on the fence that needed to be replaced.

That’s how Aaron found himself on his knees, his large gloved covered hands pulling up the invasive weeds along the perimeter of the lilac purple fence with Moosie on his back and her arms draped over his shoulders while watching him– it was such a regular occurrence, Aaron didn’t mind it. 

“Just admiring my personal gardener.” She crosses her arms over his back, resting her chin on them to look over his shoulder. 

“Mhm.” He hums, pulling up the last one.  “Can he finish without you on his back?”

“He can” she tells him, but when she doesn’t move, he shakes his head with a chuckle. 

“Too comfortable?”

“Mhm.” 

“Then hold on.” 

She grins, and wraps her arms around his neck, locking her hands together at the base of his chest, his movements were swift as he stood up with her on his back, his hands instinctively grabbing her thighs hoisting her up higher. He spins a few times to hear her laugh as the sudden motion clings her tighter to him. Her laughs were light, and small, a sound he could listen to daily. “Aaron,” She playfully hits his chest as he stops, lowering her down carefully to her feet.

He grins, pushing the stray coil of hair that fell from the ponytail  away from her face. The gesture was small as his hand came to cup her face. The pad of his thumb stroking her cheek. The golden light of the sun, blocked by his tall stature casted a soft glow on her face making her dark brown hues the color of his skin. 

“Market day?” He hums.

“I do wanna see if the honey stand is there today.”

“Then it's a date, come on.”

One of Moosie's favorite things to do with Aaron was go to her local market. Living in a small country town, with the nearest neighbor a mile up, the nearest chain store was at least an hour away. But, growing up and spending summers here with her grandmother, farmers markets had been her saving grace. She was a sucker for fresh ingredients, and with her 

She could remember being a little girl, with her two front teeth missing, being woken up to the smell of spam and grits cooked and her grandmother preparing all her baskets. The baskets were her grocery bags and they had been passed down to her when she inherited the house. 

Nana Rose always woke her up with a rub on her back and a cup of tea on her old wooden night-stand. She would always help her get dressed, making sure she wore comfortable shoes. 'Don't complain to me when your feet start hurting.’ She used to say it a lot when Moosie wanted to wear the new shoes she got for her birthday one year. Nana Rose was pretty convincing and Moosie wore her leather ankle doc martens every Market Day trip and today was no different.

Her foot steps out of the old red 2004 Chevy pickup truck. Something she got with the house and became another project for Aaron. The red pickup had seen years of travel, load bearing and childlike fingerprints covered in sticky honey from a day's travel to town, but she still ran like it just came off the dealership lot. 

The market was especially crowded today and she knew she wouldn’t be able to wander off like she normally does. His arm reaches behind her to grab the large wicker basket, his other hand grabbing hers to hold like she was some child, but she wasn’t protesting. 

“What’s on your list to get?” He asks, shutting the truck door with his foot. The sound of rustling paper makes him chuckle and look down at her.

“Honey, produce, fruit, tea…” she names the items on her list one by one. “Oh! Bernard called a few days ago! He has something for us.”

“We’ll start with the honey first.”

The strong scent of citrus, herbal spices, and fresh baked doughnuts filled their noses as Aaron, led her through the crowd of shoppers. What was supposed to be their first stop at the Savannah Bee company stand had turned into a quick detour to grab a snack from one of the food vendors stationed towards the front entrance. Aaron had settled on a soft salted pretzel, and a plain lemonade from Janice’s Treat stand. 

The older woman–whose silky gray hair had been pulled into a bun and the tone of her voice similar to Angela Bassett was all too eager to spark up a conversation with Aaron after not seeing him for a while. Everyone in the small town of Bluff Creek knew everyone…including Moosie. Janice had been close friends with Moosie’s grandmother. Rose. The two of them were closer than two peas in a pod–and when she learned Rose’s youngest granddaughter was inheriting the home, she had made sure to make her feel welcome with a small welcome basket from everyone in town. So it was no shocker that the same southern hospitality was given to Aaron when she brought him to his first market trip.

“I saw you on that ladies show! Not sure who, some white lady, with these hazel green eyes,” Janice exclaims, making Aaron nervously smile. “I know yo mama must be proud of her baby.” 

“I would hope” He was looking at her, but in his peripheral vision he was watching for Moosie. She had lingered close by, looking at what the other vendors had for sale. “Try to make her proud each day.”

“And you are Honey.” Janice may have been old but she wasn’t oblivious. Her husband had that same look when she would wander off at the local rodeos. “Don’t let me take up too much of y’alls time–I just wanted to say how proud we are of you.” 

The praise was warming as he smiled and made a slight prayer hand in her direction. “Thank you ma’am.”

“Also,” She leans in towards him, making Aaron meet her halfway. She whispered low enough for her to hear. “Put a ring on my baby’s finger. You know she ain’t going nowhere.” 

He nods while chuckling at her statement. The time was soon coming, he didn’t want to rush it or her. Aaron was moving at her pace. “In due time Ms. Janice.”

“Mhm,” She moves back, “When you two are done, stop back over here, I have something in my truck for y’all.”

“I’ll make sure we stop by.”

Aaron spotted Moosie at one of the fruit stands, picking through this season's variety. She had wanted to try one of her grandma’s recipes. In her arms already were two pounds worth of strawberries, cherries and apricots. Aaron loved bananas and she thought a banana cream pie would be the perfect recipe to try out from her cookbook.

“That’s a lot of fruit, Moos.” He hums from beside her, making her look up with a smile. He holds the basket out to her and she immediately places them inside neatly to leave room for their other items. 

“I know.” She sips on his lemonade, mouth still salty from the pretzel they shared earlier, “I wanna make some mini fruit pies.”

“Sounds good.” He trails behind her as she picks up some blueberries and apples to add to the basket. Unlike most markets where cards were accepted, Bluff Creek was an older generation town and was a few years behind, and everyone preferred cash regardless. Aaron did have to make a few trips to the nearest bank–completely underestimating how much Moosie was getting.

They circled the large pavilion a few times, mostly to make sure Aaron spoke to everyone, and to make sure she got everything on their list. While she had been looking at one of the crochet vendors, Aaron had been at a nearby Florist's stand. The wide array of flowers of all sizes, types and colors screamed for his attention. He wanted to repay the favor for the mug by getting some of her favorite flowers.

“Anything I can help you with Aaron?” Gene–the name that was on the younger man’s apron- had been lingering nearby. He was a little starstruck that a celebrity was in town, but no one else seem to bat an eye, obviously used to his presence.

“Yeah, am,” Aaron scans the rows of flowers, glancing up at Gene. “You wouldn't happen to have a specific Iris do you?”

Moosie had found herself a few feet away from Aaron, hands smoothing over her overalls while looking at the selection of books. Hands free of any residue, she gently ran her fingers along the spines, reading the titles carefully. 

Aaron had been breezing through his to be read shelf and was soon going to be picking from her shelf to add to his own. She picked out a few well known titles, in his favorite genre: Shakespeare. 

“ Are these for you or Mr. Man back there.”

Moosie bites her lip with a smile and looks at the voice in question. Ms. Chandra, was the town’s librarian, she had her own collection of books she acquired over the years, some from her years of teaching overseas and stateside , to the multiple donations from local libraries in neighboring states. What she sold at the Market ever so often had been brand new, no longer sold in stores or just duplicate versions of what she already had. “Maybe both, a few of these he doesn't have.”

“Well, you're in luck, daughter.”  She was only a few years older than Moosie and Aaron, but she swore she was they mama.  She watched Ms. Chandra move around her stand, to reach down and pick up a basket of books that had been carefully wrapped in brown packing paper. “I remembered your list from last time you were here and pulled from my personal collection.”

“Ms. Chandra.” She exasperates. “You didn't have to.” 

The basket was pretty full already, a mix of titles for the both of them to enjoy and read together.

“I wanted to,” she waves it off, “ and with this cold front coming in and possible snow days, you're gonna want all the books you can get.” 

Bluff Creek rarely got freezing temps, especially this close to the seasons changing. But this morning's temps and continuously dropping temperatures said otherwise and instead of preparing the roads with salt and keeping the stores open, everything would be shut down. 

“Thank you.” Moosie had to hurry and grab them, knowing Aaron was probably making his way over to her side. They rested in the crook of her arms as she reached into the small pocket on the chest of her overalls to pull out a few bills.

“Oh no honey, for you!” Ms. Chandra’s southern Indian accent slipped out in a hurry, waving her hands quickly. “gift!”

“But Ms. Chandra!” Moosie frowns, with the money still in hand that Ms. Chandra refuses to take. She didn’t feel right not giving her something. 

“Keep.” Her small warm hand pushes hers back gently with a soft pat. "gift for you." "okay, thank you." She would be finding something to give her the next time she sees her.

Aaron had approached her side, just in time–giving the shorter woman a smile. “Moos.” He hums, placing a hand on her back. “You ready? We still have to see Bernard and Janice before we leave.”

Moosie nods, thanking Ms. Chandra once again for the books. She let Aaron’s hand on her back guide her out of the pavilion. The once concrete flooring transitioned to pebbled dirt and rocks. The embedded path leading them down towards a large brown barn with thatch roofing, and a bunch of white fold out tables in the front. It wasn't long before they found the man they were looking for. The large black cowboy hat was hard to miss as it moved alongside a white ford pick-up.  The stranger’s head was down briefly before it looked up, a Cheshire like smile spreading across their face.

“Well hey der! How y'all doin?” His southern accent omits a few syllables. 

“Hi Mr. Bernard!” Moosie giggles, while waving. “We’re doin’ pretty good.”

Bernard was an older black man, with a black scruffy beard and his eyes like saucers showcasing the big brown eyes that saw everything. His short lanky nature shouldn’t be confused with weakness. He could still throw a mean punch, much like his earlier days as a UFC fighter. Now he lives a quiet life on his family's farm, and wrangles his herds of animals daily. 

“That’s good, How ya mama and nem?”  He comes around to meet them, arms crossing over each other while giving Aaron a firm handshake, nodding in approval at the grip he had. 

“They’re good, they just got back from a trip to Ohio to see some family.” 

“You didn’t go?”

“I don’t do funerals.” Moosie had never been to a funeral before until the death of her grandmother. She was the first and only as the whole experience of viewing the body, the service, and just seeing her being put in the ground had been too much. Although it’s been two years, she had yet to fully process that she was  gone. “Plus, Aaron was coming home.” There was more to her not going, but that was for another day. “I heard you had something for us?”

“Oh yes!” Bernard was quick to usher them inside the barn. It wasn’t your typical barn as the inside had been converted into a giant cooler. She presses more into Aaron’s side to retain some heat. “A few of the cattle have finally matured enough, but you know I've been having issues with a few of them.”

Over the past few weeks, Bernard’s cattle had been getting loose, injured or falling ill. He was doing his best to figure out the cause and currently he got nowhere with fixing the issue and would soon have to resort to outside help.

“Yeah? They still getting out?” Aaron chimes in, keeping his hand on Moosie’s back. 

“Not anymore.” He moves over to a giant cooler, fishing around for the box with their names on it. “I reinforced their fence and extended it another two acres–should keep them in.” He makes an aha noise, and uses both hands to pull out the large brown box that was double wrapped in saran wrap and packing paper. 

“What’s this?”

“Your year’s supply of meat–went ahead and chopped it up for ya.” Bernard grins. “Had one good one out of the whole cattle I could salvage.”  Bernard was also the town’s butcher, usually all of his meats were either farm raised by him or neighboring farms. Her Nana only got meat from him, in exchange for some of her famous sweet potato pies. While Moosie didn't know the recipe too well, she would find something else to thank him.

“Oh, you didn't have-”

“Aht Aht. Think of it as a welcoming gift,” he gestures to Aaron who grabbed the box with ease, placing the picnic basket on top to carry both. “Now, y’all head on home, that cold front is coming in.”

“Yes sir.” 

While that should've been their last stop, it wasn't. They dropped off their items to put in the truck before making their way over to see Janice who had been waving them down while packing up her stand. 

“How much do you wanna bet she cooked for you?” Moosie looks up at him. 

“When has she not?”

Moosie brought Aaron to his first Southern Market Day a year into their relationship. The older man had spent his first full weekend with her which just so happened to be the weekend she needed to go. She had insisted he stay back and rest from his press tour for Genius, and flying back and forth from London, but his love language being  quality time and lack of time with her wouldn't let him. 

He flew on Friday night and was up bright and early Saturday morning accompanying her. Moosie wouldn't admit it, but she liked having him come. Other than the obvious extra hands that didn't let her carry a thing, his presence was a gentle reminder that she doesn’t have to do everything alone. 

They made quick work of approaching and talking to Janice–mostly Aaron as she hadn’t seen him since the start of filming Rebel Ridge. The gentleman he was, Aaron helped her pack up the last of her belongings in the blue ford pick-up that had seen better days, while Moosie chatted with her granddaughter who was visiting for the weekend. “So when you gon stop playing and marry that girl.” Janice asks, shutting the trunk close.

“Ma’am?”

“Don’t ma’am me, y’all been together for how long now,” she pauses “two years?”

Aaron hums while taking a few steps back. It would technically be three in February, but he kept that bit to himself. “Yes ma’am.” 

“Then what’s the hold up?” 

Aaron stuffs his hands into the pockets of his pants and pulls his lip between his teeth with a nervous smile. “I wanna do it right…you know, ask her family for their blessing, it's how my father raised me.”

“And he raised you right.” Janice's smile couldn't have gotten any bigger, but it did as she walked around to the passenger side of the truck, reaching on the floor of the cab to pull out a green baking dish.  “I know you said you liked saltfish, so when I heard you were back home, I knew I had to make it for you.”

That thirty-two pearly white smile graced his features, making him feel all warm and fuzzy all over. He hadn’t expected anything, and to know that someone thought of him enough to make one of his favorite dishes warmed his heart.

“Thank you.” He graciously takes the dish. “You didn’t have to.”

“Think of it as a thank you for loving our girl.”

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.warnings.: This work contains scenes of graphic violence, foul language and suggestive themes. read at your own risk.

.summary: In the gritty underbelly of society, hidden from those unaware, two friends—Terry Richmond and Cairo King—navigate the treacherous dynamics of a powerful underground mafia syndicate, unbeknown to their wives, Anais and Jiana-intertwining their fates in not only love, but loss. When the dark and brutal life catches up to Cairo and Terry, they are forced to confront the lies they had been keeping, even if they were keeping their families safe.  Relationships become tested in this black mafia story of drugs, sex, money, and death. 

writers: @keyaho @zillasvilla

MAIN   CAST: 

Anais Richmond (ne Sinclair) - Beyonce K. Carter Jiana King (ne Sinclair) - Kelendria Rowland Terry Richmond - Aaron Pierre Cairo King  - Trevante Rhodes Michelle Lucas - Shannon Thorton Mark Lucas - Denzel Washington Alex Cross - Aldris Hodge John Kelly - Michael B. Jordan Melanie Cross - Maia Campbell Lauren Kelly - Lori Harvey 

STREET CODE: i. SALUTE

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If you love me || The Show Goes On masterlist

-> warning.: foul language, parental death. some angst. little fluff. Everything is strictly fictional. I don not claim the images used as my own, only the creations of the banners made through Canva. -> summary.: Terrance and Tirian travel down memory lane while questioning the state of their relationship going forward in the midst of the drama with Cristian. -> pairing.: Terrance 'stone' Richmond (Aaron Pierre) x Tirian Brenae Harris (Ryan Destiny)

"Isn't it just so crazy to think all long there was some invisible string tying you to me?"

Fic inspiration: If you love me x Brownstone Exhale x Whitney Houston

Chapter Song:

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The bumpy ride of the bus going down a backroad and incessant buzzing of their phones had the both of them waking up with annoyed groans and protests while  untangled beneath the sheets, freeing them just enough to grab their phones.

 4:48 a.m. || four days before 106 & Park appearance. 

The sun had barely risen above the horizon and a rest stop would be needed soon to fill up on gas and food. Terrance was fully awake now and pulling out a rolling tray. Not to roll, but to eventually  make their morning tea, and probably the first of many. It took Tirian a minute to wake up, mindlessly scrolling through tik tok until she blinked the sleep away. She wasn’t paying too much to the videos playing until it stopped on a video of her dancing being compared to Mekia. The comments weren’t against her and the videos continued of them pulling up her dancing history, long before Cristian. It took a while for her to realize that Cristian and Terrance were still going back and forth with each other and were beginning to bring them into it. 

897-435-3211: Enjoy my leftovers bitch. 897-435-3211: Ask him how I taste 👅😏 897-435-3211: Rebound much, he could never love you. 897-435-3211: If I call him, he’ll be in my bed by tonight.  897-435-3211: Sucks you weren’t there when we trashed your shit, 😂would've loved to see the fear on your face.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who the unknown number was, and while inclined to reply she just screenshot the messages just as a text came in from Zerina. 

bigsisgeneral: I want to know everything.

“Did Zeri text you?” Terrance asks, glancing over his shoulder at her  to see her tapping her fingers on the screen, pretty sure it was her she was texting. They had their own thread of messages going, with two extra days added to the already three day break, he had been setting up studio time to get what he was feeling out on to paper. 

“Big sis general? Yup, what did she say to you?” 

Terrance has to laugh at the swiftness of his cousin. “She logged me out of my socials.” 

Tirian smiles back a laugh. Zerina was strict with the presentation of her clients. If you hired her, you agree to her doing anything possible to protect your image. Terrance trusted her with his life and that’s not something he can trust to many people with.  “Craazy,”  Tirian goes to pull up her Instagram only to see she had been logged out as well, She goes to login and the red error box pops up. 

“Did you give her your logins?” 

“Yeah but-”

“Everybody’s  on social media lockdown.”  He cuts her off and  tosses his phone on the bed while reaching for the remote to  turn on the tv. The boondocks instantly played in the background while rolled back onto his back against the headboard.. Terrance had been responding constantly during his social since he last shot of lies from Cristian had been reposted, and before he could respond, his social media had been logged out of by Zerina and an angry voicemail left about shutting the fuck up. Zerina had soon after sent him a list of questions for them to answer by the time they met back up. Which meant they were ahead of schedule and quick text the driver for a detour had him relaxing against the bed.

Tirian shouldn’t be surprised, but if she didn’t have to deal with it, she would gladly let someone he calls family do it. Zerina had treated her no different, actually being welcoming and making her feel like part of the family. Zerina had been like a sister, though she still had her walls up because of her own fears.  Tempted by the way he looks so relaxed against the bed, she kept her glasses on to see the tv and moved to rest against his side with her knees pulled up to rest the book she was currently reading against them with his arm instinctively wrapping around her chest like a seatbelt. She pushes her glasses up on her nose and flips through the pages of The Shadow Queen.

“Mhm, you should wear them the next time we fuck.” Terrance's dirty joke makes her roll her eyes, but the gruff sleep still  in his voice makes her heartbeat.

“Is that all you’re gonna think about now?” 

“Nope.” He pulls her hand up to his mouth to kiss the sides gently. “Though, I’m thinking about how I can have you like this everyday.” 

“Yeah?” She hums, flipping to the next page, her fingers curled around the palm of his hand until they both rested on the bed. 

“Mhm,” He puts her hand down and reaches beside him to grab his MacBook.  “Your things are in storage and Zeri figured out who trashed your place.” The conversation was long overdue, and with them soon reaching the halfway point on the tour, she would need a place to stay until the second leg of the tour started. 

“So, I just gotta find a new place after the tour.”  She liked the location of her last apartment  because of the close proximity of all the dance studios and small festivals hosted every Friday night.  She didn’t have to travel far if she needed something and wasn’t sure if she was ready to give up the convenience. 

 “Or” He coughs and scrolls through the several listings Zerina sent him.

“Are you trying to move in together?” She answers for him, while that would be nice, she wanted her own space, knowing how moody she could get. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for him to see that side of her.

‘No, just the same area.” Terrance didn’t want to rush into that too fast, they had only been together for a few months officially. He would just feel better where she was somewhere safer than where she was. Fans can get reckless and now this beef with Cristian had him a little on edge. “There’s a unit next to mine for rent, a gated community.“ 

That sounded too good to be true, she squinted behind her glasses. “What if I want to stay somewhere else?”

“Then you can do that.” He tells her with a kiss to her head, he wasn’t going to pressure her if she didn’t want to, it wasn’t nothing for him to just drive wherever she was . “It was just an option.” 

Tirian looks up at him, searching his eyes for something. She sighs and shakes her head to shake away the negative thoughts she had about their relationship. Even though she was locked out of her accounts, she still saw the messages of people saying he could do better, that she was just a placeholder for someone who truly deserved him as if she wasn’t worthy of love. 

Terrance notices the crease in her brow. He could tell when she was overthinking things too much. Going quiet as she processed everything they ever talked about. Usually he can see what she was thinking, able to reassure her before she thought too far ahead in doubt, , but with the glasses and the dark lightning, it made it hard to read her. “What's wrong?” 

“It’s nothing-” 

“Nah, don’t say that.” He adjusts their bodies until they are  pressed chest to chest. “You can always tell me how you’re feeling.”

Tirian blows out a defeated breath and crosses her arms under her chin that rested on his chest. . “Don’t you think we moved a little too fast?”

“yeah,” Terrance shrugs like it wasn’t obvious. Everyone on tour knew that to the point they even betted to see how long it would take for them to get together. She knew that. “John and Isis set us up, though you knew that.” 

“I mean we became official too quick?” She blows a defeated raspberry. Their relationship had happened pretty quick in her eyes even though they had only been official for three months, one could argue their relationship started the moment he asked her on the Falcons field with him eight months ago.  “I guess I'm not used to being loved so publicly.” She tells him honestly. Her relationship with Cristian wasn’t like this. He wasn’t known as the romance type of guy, he barely showed emotion even when it was just them. She felt alone while watching Mekia steal her spotlight and her man.  Terrance was different and a little too good to be true. “Cristian wasn't abusive, but I could tell he definitely didn't like me around too much. “ She sighs, remembering how they had met. It had been brief and during a Coachella event where she was coming off the stage with a few dancers. He had pulled her to the side, complimented her dancing and even asked for her number.  “He was nice in the beginning.”

Terrance listened intently while rubbing her back. Around this time he had been with Mekia, the two of them having been together for five years by that point. He was twenty-five  at the time, and riding the high of selling out his second world tour. “He's a punk ass bitch.” He responds with a huff. 

“He was comfortable,” Tirian explains, “until he wasn’t and I didn’t really know Mekia,” She had seen her around a lot, but Tirian just did her job and minded her business, ever so often going out with Taylor and Lance when they asked,  Though the two of them really didn’t stick around either. “It was my first tour without my mom.” 

“I thought it was Isis’s?”

“Nah, I met her after leaving him and the Caution tour.”  Isis had been a saving grace when she caught Cristian and Mekia in her old apartment. She didn’t like reliving that day keeping some other details to herself. So much had been going on that day that she blocked it out and went on about her life as if it never happened. Just as his tour ended, she was on to join the renaissance crew. It was nothing for her to pack up and move to New York. She had family up there, but no one knew who she was so it made living there so much easier.  “I had just started training and rehearsals for the renaissance tour.”

“ Oou look at you.”  Terrance whistles making her smile with a roll of her eyes.

 “We met at Costco, before she was pregnant with Haze.”  The two of them instantly clicked and anytime they were in town together, they made sure to see each other. It wasn’t until  the tour ended and Isis’s return to music started that gave her the decision to keep working. Isis tour kept her mind off everything that happened and it led to her having a close bond with someone she called sister. 

“John’s my cousin,” Terrance tells her. “Different moms, but our dads were brothers. I didn't see him all the time growing up, mostly summers, and travel ball, but  he’s still a brother you know.” Terrane peeks out the window to see the traffic lights turned to street lights down a trailer park.  “One thing my pops made sure never changed, was us on the same little league teams.”  He sighs and chews the corner of his mouth as it comes to a stop. The sun had started to rise and he knew she would be up right now. “We cut up on the court a lot, mama whipped our asses and clean it off too. “ He laughs at little memories. “Then we graduated.”

“He chose sports,”  She answered. Terrance was athletic and great at many sports, but he always found himself signing up for theater in high school, wanting nothing more than to put his heart to words. 

“It’s his thing, music’s always been mine.”  

Tirian looks out the window to see where the bus had stopped. They were parked in front of a beige colored double wide trailer that sat on three feet tall cinder blocks with a wooden screen porch attached to it.. In the driveway sat a black Nissan rogue with a few other cars he didn't recognize as anyone he knew.

“Where are we?” 

“My moms’ place.”

“I thought you said we were moving too fast.” She quickly gets out of bed to look through her suitcases for something decent to wear. She felt a surge of nerves and anxiety especially knowing that the rest of the crew had gone on to the next city, giving them their own day of doing whatever they wanted. Viktor and Lance were hosting a pop up workshop, leaving Amari and Taylor to help Zerina with wardrobe for the next show.  

Terrance chuckles, “If I thought that, you wouldn’t be meeting her, ” Though it came off wrong he continued. “If you’re not ready, then we can leave.”

Tirian freshened up in the bathroom before they got off the bus, still a little nervous to be meeting his mom.  All she could think is what’s the worst that could happen? His mom completely hates her, and having to drop out of the tour essentially breaking up with him to save face.

“Hey,” He cuts her train of thought, having switched from her glasses to contacts, he was able to see the nervous tick in her eye. “She’s going to love you, I promise.”

Terrance walked up the wooden steps with a comforting grip on her and as Tirian stuck close behind him. The door had been propped open, but a screen door acted as a barrier between the coolness of the home and the hot humidity of today’s weather. The savory and sweet  scent of conecuh sausages, and pancakes wafted through black mesh. Terrance could see her standing at the gas stove flipping over sausages and mixing up pancake batter.

“You just gon stand there or you gon come say hey to your mama.” Her voice was commanding and startled them both. She had ears like a bat. She knew the sound of her son’s footsteps and Terrance had to smile at getting caught and pushed the door open to walk in. Tirian followed behind him with a shut of the door, she  glanced around at the cozy space, the dark brown colors of the wall and the funky brown carpet had been covered with several paintings and rugs. The brown leather couch was a little worn from years of constant use. Some of her favorite prints from her favorite artist Ernie Barnes had been framed and scattered across several surfaces. What wasn’t paintings had been walls of pictures frames, documenting each moment of her children’s lives. Tirian could easily point out Terrance, as his ears were the most noticeable, she slowly moved along the wall that separates the kitchen from the living space. A small smile on her face on what she assumed was his first baseball game, to pictures of what she assumed was him and John on the basketball team together. Their  graduation pictures had been blown to a bigger size to sit above the fireplace.

Terrance moved through the kitchen to pull his mother into a side hug, while reaching over to steal a sausage. “ Hey ma–ow.!” 

She smacks his hand to make him drop it.  He knew better than to reach over her stove without washing his hands first. “Don’t hey ma me, you didn’t tell me you were stopping by.” Drying her hands on a sunflower dish towel, she finally turns to fully look at him. Her eyes were soft in concern while inspecting the bags under his eyes. She reaches up to rub his cheek. “You aren’t sleeping.” 

“A surprise.” He grabs her hand with a smile. “I’m sleeping enough.”

“Mhm, and who’s your little friend.?”

Terrance chuckles, and turns to see Tirian nervously walking into the kitchen. He walks over to her and wraps an arm around her back. “Tirian, this is my mama Esther,” He gently guides them forward until she stands in between him and his mother. “Ma, this is my girl, Tirian”

“Tirian?” Esther hums and pulls her into a hug catching them both off guard. “Ms. Earlene and Tiffany talk about you all the time.” 

“Huh?” Tirian is confused now, wondering how Esther knew who her grandmother and mother were. 

The two of them ushered  to sit around a small wooden table that was pushed up against the wall. In the center was a fruit basket, that Terrance gladly took a banana from to start eating after just finishing a plate of pancakes and sausages. Esther, after turning the stove off  and giving them time to eat, rushed towards the back into her room, then back out with a giant photo album in hand.  TIFFANY X ESTHER.

“Terrance had sent a picture of you the first time he called me about you.” She sat in the chair next to Tirian and flipped open the album, until she landed on a page with several polaroid's, and old developed pictures that looked as if she just sent them to Walgreens. Curious, Tirian looked closer at the pictures, seeing the different moments shared between her mom and Esther. There was a whole other side to her mother that she didn’t know existed.  “I spent days wondering why you looked so familiar, you’re Tiffany’s baby. ” She pursues her lips and flips through a few pages until she lands on a page with weathered corners and faded pictures. Though she could still make out the faint silhouette of her mother in a white gown and lace veil on her face. Her curly hair had been pulled up into an updo with white calla lilies in them. To her left was an older man, dark-skinned, with a low cut Caesar and deep waves. His facial hair was neatly trimmed, and the all white three piece suit let her know he was the groom. “Even when she lost contact, she made sure to send postcards from where she was at the moment.”

“Is that my mama?” Tirian looked closer at the picture and could see a visible baby bump protruding a little. 

“Mhm, your mama and I were best friends.” Esther points to herself standing closely behind her, with a little boy no older than three in her arms. “Here, she had just gotten married to your father.” Tirian didn’t have too many pictures of what he looked like and this wasn’t how she pictured he would if she ever saw him. She didn’t know much about him, just small things from her mother that he was a well known businessman who left them when she was five years old.

 “How did you meet?” she asks. 

“College Park, Georgia.” She hums, pulling out another picture of them standing in front of a moving truck. “Just six years old at the time, she had just moved into the double-wide next door with your grandparents.”  Terrance could see the solemn look on his mother’s face as she talked about Tiffany. He never knew his mother to have too many friends, and the ones he did see had always been his father’s side of the family keeping tabs on where she was. “We were two peas in a pod..”

Tirian nods, flipping through the photos in awe of how lively her mother looked as a child. So carefree and free of the burdens of the word that soon plagued her adult life. 

“Then she met your father Reginald and  boy was she in love with that man.” Esther laughs. Reginald came around their last year of high school, sweeping Tiffany off her feet as if she was some damsel in distress until meeting the love of her life.   “They introduced me to Terrance's father Lawrence. Couldn't tell the four of us anything.” Esther reminisces on the days of riding around in a 1990 Cadillac Seville  down the streets of Atlanta with her best friend and their boyfriends. It was a simpler time, and the summer before their lives changed forever. 

“Is that me?” 

Esther follows her finger to a worn picture of two kids. One in the front smiling into the camera with a gummy smile. 

The heart shaped birthmark on her hand matches the one on Tirian’s. Terrance, who had been texting and scheduled time to Zerina on when they would be done. He finally looks at the picture and shakes his head like they were wrong. 

“Nah, can't be. Cause that's me in the back.” He points to the little boy leaning against the wall with his face scrunched and arms crossed.

“Two things can be right.” Esther pulls out the picture  and flips it to read the scribble writing that's etched in black sharpie. 

Summer 1996 Booga:3yrs Babygirl:11mos

“Damn– sorry mama.” He grabs the picture to look at it closely to grab her hand  to look closely at it to make sure  it was her and sure enough the heart shaped birthmark on her hand matched the one in the picture. His genuine surprise makes them both laugh and continue on with the story of her parents. 

“Reginald walked out on her while she was pregnant with you, leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her back. Earlene, your grandmother came and got her, and moved into the trailer behind this one.” Esther shakes her head and flips through the book some more. “I was in the delivery room with her when she gave birth, even helped name you, Terrance was with his uncle Greystone.”

Terrance has to huff, still  perplexed at the new information. It was really him in the back with his arms crossed, and face scrunched up, clearly not amused at the new edition. 

“What happened?” 

“She got a record deal, took you and your grandmother to New York with her.” Esther sighs, Tiffany had dreams long before getting pregnant, and regardless of her situation she was going to sing. Tirian had just been her new source of inspiration. “Said she was gonna become this great big star.”

Tirian flips through the page seeing her mother’s life flash between her eyes. The books she had were all of her and her dance career, and she could point out the picture that led to her mother sacrificing a music career for her child. 

5/7/2000 || last dinner before leaving for New York

5/8/2000 || Two hours before Tiffany's flight to New York with her mom and daughter.

4/5/2005 || Tiffany's very last performance as an entertainer

“Then I heard about the accident.” Esther pauses, giving Tirian the floor to shut it down in case she  was  uncomfortable with talking about it. When she doesn’t say anything Esther cotinunes. “It was all over the news, but they never said anything about a child.” 

Tirian remembers that day all too well. It was the second to last concert of the Cristian’s Caution tour in New York, where her high rise apartment was her choice accommodations. She had just turned twenty-one and wanted to celebrate with her favorite people in the world. She spent time at her uncle’s place while waiting for her mom to come and celebrate while hoping to get a chance to talk about the tour and maybe starting her own music career. Christian had been blowing up her phone insisting that if she let him stay with her then  he would have her onstage at tonight's concert front and center. As naive as she was, she agreed, thinking she would get a chance to dance.  She had been walking into her apartment to pick up a few things  when she saw him on her couch, balls deep into Mekia with no care in the world  that she was watching in the doorway. She didn’t have time to react as her uncle rushed behind her with news of them getting into a car accident on The Brooklyn Bridge, costing her mother and her grandmother’s lives. Still the sight of Crisitan was ingrained in her memory, and it was hard to think of her mouth without thinking of that moment in time.   

The tour was the last thing on her mind as she rushed to the hospital, begging for her uncle to leave it.  She knew the news would be all over it and she would rather be in the safety of the hospital than on the streets struggling to get inside. She just knew at that moment, she was finished with Cristian and anything that had  to do with him. 

“It was a private funeral with just me and my Uncle Zy.” She breathes deeply to hold back a few tears. Terrance's hand rests on her thigh in a way of trying to comfort her.  “He put in a good word to Giselle, after we buried her I was in rehearsals for another tou, I worked to take my mind off it.” 

“That’s okay,” Esther reaches over to rub her arms. She wasn’t upset, although that was her best friend, a child who lost her mother and grandmother at the same time was still grieving, she too would throw herself into something to keep her busy. “It’s good to know you’re okay.”

Terrance couldn’t help but grin and the small interaction between them. “So, ma.”

“Don’t ma me,” She points at him with a stern look. “What’s going on with you and Crisitan?”

Terrance controls the urge to roll his eyes and crosses his arms. “He doin’ too much over Mekia.”

Esther has to guff a laugh out. “That fast tail girl I told all three of yall to leave alone?” Cristian had stopped by a week prior with her and a child she said was her nephew but Esther had her suspicions. “Seems like John was the only smart one.”

“I’m over it ma, he is the one bringing it up.” Terrance defends. He had been too worried about his tour to think about starting drama over Mekia. That ship had long sailed between them too. Cristian could have it and he could see the nigga still wanted it. 

“Cristian is my nephew, got him out of foster care,” Esther explains to a confused Tirian The social worker on his case didn't tell her much about him, or who his family was, only that she had been named next of kin. She wasn’t just going to let him end up on the streets or worse, in jail. , “Two of them hit it off the same day with a shared love of music, even won their highschool talent show and got a chance to record their own song.”

“Mind you, I wrote the lyrics, and actually prepared us to get signed.” Terrance cuts in. Everything that led him to where he is now had been because he put in the time, the effort and the work. Though they both had writing credits on the song, Terrance had been the only one signed to a label because of it. The work he put in paid off for him, leaving  Crisitan to simmer in jealousy.  “Had he put in the work we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Mekia played both of them.” Esther doesn’t dismiss her sons’ feelings, just giving him time to calm down while continuing with the issues the brothers had with each other.  “With John in and out, he felt a little pushed to the side. Mekia preyed on that while still with Terrance.”

“The success of my first tour was in spite of her, the downfall of his had been because of her.”

Esther closes her mouth and looks at the time, it was almost eight in the morning and she had some errands to run. “Why don’t you freshen up, maybe nap for a minute.” 

“We would, but we gotta gas up and get back on the road. Just wanted to stop by and see you ma” He explains. 

“Zerina said you had a break, we can shop together,” This had been her way of telling him  to give back to the community that poured in. Through a small town, they still supported anyone that came out of it.  “That’s not a suggestion, you know you gotta speak to folks if you’re in town.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Good, go get cleaned up, we leave in an hour.”  

The hot shower  had been much needed for them both despite Terrance sneaking his way in with her to steal a few quick kisses and soapy grabs. They didn’t do too much in respect for his mother’s home. It was quick the way they showered and changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt. Terrance packed their bags back on the bus, serious about them leaving after the store run.

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『𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫...』

The world felt smaller in death.

Genesis Taylor stood at the edge of the burial plot, hands clenched inside the pockets of her coat, staring at the polished casket being lowered into the earth. The sky overhead was a muted shade of gray, the weight of an impending storm pressing down on the gathered mourners. But she hardly felt the cold. Grief burned hotter than any winter chill.

Royce Taylor was dead.

Her father was dead.

A man larger than life, a strategist, a survivor. 

Gone.

A priest murmured scripture, but Genesis wasn’t listening. Her ears rang with the deafening silence of loss. People spoke in hushed tones, murmured condolences she could barely register. None of them knew the truth—none of them knew who her father had truly been beneath the quiet businessman façade.

But she knew.

She knew what he was. What he had done.

And she knew who was responsible for his death.

DAUGHTER

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𝕤𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 ── . ꨄ︎

・❥・. ・❥・. ・❥・. ・❥・. ・❥・. ・❥・. ・❥・

𝐫𝐢 [𝐫𝐞𝐞]. 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐱. 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫.

──── ᥫ᭡ ────

ׂ╰┈ ✎ 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤! 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 18+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐜’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧. 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐢����𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐨. 𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞�� 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞.

ׂ╰┈ ✎ 𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞. 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦!

ׂ╰┈ ✎ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧!

ׂ*𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝐢’𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 00𝐬/𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 10𝐬. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

┆ ⤿ 🥀 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 જ⁀➴

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𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 ᝰ.ᐟ [5.14]

𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐨 ᝰ.ᐟ [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧]

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seth just let that blonde go baby

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wtf going on