#Moriah Brown

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Moriah Brown

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Tyler Perry’s Six Triple Eight Cast

Kerry Washington will star and exec produce the film. Alongside her we’ll see Ebony Obsidian, Milauna Jackson, Kylie Jefferson, Shanice Shantay, Sarah Jeffery, Pepi Sonuga, Jay Reeves, Jeanté Godlock, Moriah Brown, Baadja-Lyne Odums, and Oprah Winfrey. Sam Waterston, Susan Sarandon, Gregg Sulkin and Dean Norris are also a part of the cast.

The WWII epic will tell the true story of The 6888th Central Postal Directory Battalion aka the Six Triple Eight.

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MORIAH BROWN AS KIKI TRAVIS IN

POWER BOOK II: GHOST || NO MORE SECOND CHANCES (3x05)

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Who: Moriah Brown as Keke Travis What: Alexander McQueen Contrast-stitch Sleeveless Dress In Black - $2,470.00 Where: 3x10 “Divided We Stand”

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Who: Moriah Brown as Kiki Travis What: Sacai Tweed Wrap Mini Skort - Sold Out Where: Power Book II: Ghost 3x01 “Your Perception, Your Reality"

Worn with: Sacai jacket

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Amen. Priest!Wolfwood x Reader (NSFW)

**GN!Reader** Authors Note: I have an issue. Yes Priest!Wolfwood sparks joy, so please enjoy 4,539 of depravity as my welcome back, small note at the end!

**Content Warning: I grew up religious so I'm using real scripture here, if you're religious or that makes you uncomfy this might be a skip for you, if you're depraved like me read on**

Being raised Catholic was a one-way street to spoon fulls of guilt being shoved down your throat. Most everyone in the church was more or less aware of that fact, whether they acknowledged it or not.

However, there’s a warning they don't bother to put on the good book. A warning about the more...complicated relationship you develop with religion once the guilt that's swelled up in your chest has nowhere else to go.

"Then God said, 'Take your son to the land of Moriah and kill your son there as a sacrifice for me. This must be Isaac, your only son, the one you love. Use him as a burnt offering on one of the mountains there. I will tell you which mountain.” Church sometimes God ask things from us, things that seem...unimaginable, unbearable, but we are not lead blindly. No, quite the opposite, God-' " Father Wolfwood emphases by pointing to the rafters of the church as if the big man himself was sitting there, watching. "He has a plan, a plan so great and magnificent that we cannot begin to comprehend. With that understanding Abraham takes his son, because he trust, church, he trust God enough to follow-"

The sermon is drowned out. To anyone around you you'd look devout. Pious even with how well you focus on Father Wolfwood, but it's not the bible that makes you show up every Sunday. It's the dark black tousled hair that trails into stubble lining his cheek. It's those big brown eyes wide and confident as he preaches to the congregation. It's those hands, large and calloused, that make you wonder what life he must have lived before this as he moves them around with his speech. It's his skin, perfectly tan and forehead beading with sweat from the insufferable heat of the church, no doubt that cassock isn't helping. It's his voice, deep and raspy with that perfect cadence that makes you wonder what it'd be like if he said your name while bending you over-

"Y/n?" The altar boy who you didn't even realize had come to your pew ask. He's holding out communion in a way that tells you he's been there for a second.

"Oh! uh-" you reach out for the wine when a hand around your wrist stops you, you blink a few times and look up to see the man you were just ogling at meeting your gaze with dark eyes.

"Why don't you pass that out to the other pews, y/n is joining me for a special communion after church, they had something they wanted to pray on with me" Father Wolfwood says easily.

"I do?" the words fall from your mouth dumbly which causes Wolfwood to raise an eyebrow at you as if you're stupid. You let yourself swallow and bow your head as if scolded, you wonder what part of being a priest blessed him with so much sass.

"ah- right! yes I had forgotten, thank you Father Wolfwood" you correct. You had not, in fact, discussed anything of the sorts with the Father, but there was clearly something you were missing here.

He gives you a curt nod before softening his eyes and turning back to the young boy.

"Go on" he insist. He does, continuing to the next pew with all the confirmation he needed and Wolfwood finally let’s go of your wrist. The warmth of his hand that lingers isn't lost on you as you wearily glance up at him.

"Special communion?" You try hoping to gather a bit more information on the situation you'll be faced with after Mass.

"mhmm, God has called me to you. Something weighs on your mind, perhaps a repentance is in order?" his face gives away nothing, although you swear his eyes darken as he watches you with a pleasant smile that stays locked on his face.

Alarm bells ring in your head. Did...did he know? You had done your best to hide your less than innocent gaze as worship. Thinking back on it perhaps you were less conspicuous about it than you thought, that or God was the worst wing man ever.

"Father Wolfwood I-"

He holds up his hand to pause the word vomit that was about to stutter out and shakes his head.

"Later. Best to confess without prying eyes, no?"

He lets you simmer on that as he makes his way back to the front of the church. When he leads the church in prayer you do take it upon yourself to pray for once. You pray you'll sink into the floor or be struck dead before the end of the sermon.

By the time the church doors are opened, and people file out you're sure your heart will burst anyways. You stay seated in the front pew, not moving an inch because if you stand it'll be to bolt out the door and... well technically nothing was keeping you from it. It's not like the god damn (sorry God) preacher would shoot you if you attempted to run. He had simply suggested you confess. Easy. He probably hears peoples fucked up sexual fantasies all the time sitting in that booth. You knew the sheriff’s wife was sleeping with the banker and you knew the sheriff was sleeping with the widow down the street so it's not like the stuff that’s pulled from the great Catholics of No Mans Land weren't anything he hadn't heard before.

That's the thought you try and let comfort you as Father Wolfwood finishes up thanking people for coming to church and shaking hands.

The church doors shut with a thud that makes you jump in your seat; you press your hands together firmly and feel your fingernails dig into the skin there. This was fine.

"You know" Father Wolfwood folds his hands politely behind his back and takes agonizingly slow steps down the aisle "People with guilty conscious are more likely to be startled by loud noises."

You keep your head bowed slightly in what must look like a mock prayer, but you aren’t praying any more, you're just doing everything possible to not throw up on the churches nice red carpet, carpet that is interrupted when two black dress shows come into view.

"y/n?"

That voice. It makes you press you lips in a firm line scared of what filth might come out of it if you speak. Instead, to show you're listening, you slowly raise your head to meet Wolfwoods eyes, the likes of which seem clouded in some strong emotion. Were priest always this intense? Well, the easy answer was yes but this was a different type of intensity, not kind that filled revering words but one that more closely resembled a predator zoning in on its prey.

"Y/n" he says it again, albeit softer this time as if coaxing forward a scared animal. "You have something on your mind, don't you? Something that plagues you?"

You feel your fingers instinctively move to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. If the heat from the church before was unbearable before then this is downright swelting.

"Don't you usually do this kind of thing in the booth?" a poor attempt of a smile graces your lips in a desperate attempt to lighten whatever mood was staring to suffocate the air.

"Usually yes. This is a special case I believe though..." he leans down and your heart slams against your chest, his breath fans against your cheek. You can smell lingering cologne and... was that smoke? Surely not, if your local priest smoked it'd be the talk of the town, although now that you think about it those plush lips would look perfect balancing a cigarette between them, and they'd look even better if he used those teeth to-

"I almost forgot! You haven't received communion" He straightens out in an instant and claps his hands together nearly scaring you out of your skin while your face heats up from pure embarrassment.

You watch as he crosses from the pew to the table behind the pulpit and grabs a small cup of wine and bread. Just as quickly he's back in front of you with the objects. You reach out to accept them when he pulls his hands back.

"ah ah ah, I said this was a special communion didn't I? I'll deliver it unto you, you just sit and do as your told."

Oh. Yeah, that definitely didn't do anything to you. Nothing like a gruff handsome man in priest wear telling you to obey in the house of God. This was for sure not bubbling up any worrying realizations about yourself. Nope. Not in the slightest.

He steps back putting a little bit of room between the two of you before his eyes flicker from you to the carpet in front of him.

"Kneel."

You go instantly and willingly, a bit too willingly. Your mind flashes with Father Wolfwoods sermons about the disciples who kissed Jesus’ feet. You wonder if this was an elaborate way to get you to read the bible more because you're beginning to understand what was going through their minds now as you sit on your knees in front of the priest.

You aren’t sure if Wolfwood expected you to be so eager. He pauses for a moment before you swear a hint of a smirk plays at his lips. He raises the glass and the bit of bread slightly.

"Listen to me closely, we wouldn't want to spill and stain the carpet now, would we?" he ask.

You shake your head no. He makes a satisfied hum and continues.

"Tilt your head back.”

You do as your told, tilting your head back until your eye level is forced to be centered on the man in front of you.

"Open your mouth.”

Your mouth begins to salivate despite the fact there’s nothing in it yet. Perhaps it's due to the fact that what he's about to put in it isn't want you’d like to have resting on your tongue.

"Good. Why don't you stick your tongue out a little bit? I don't want you to dribble."

Fuck him. Fuck him so bad. There was no way he didn't know what he was doing but if had any hint about this sadistic game he was playing with you he gave no indication, he remained at stoic as ever as if you weren't having the most unholy thoughts imagine about your fucking priest.

There’s no going back though. You follow his instructions and let your tongue loll out of your mouth. You swear something flickers in his eyes, but it's gone as soon as it arrives.

He raises the glass and bread more as if offering it to God.

"Close your eyes.”

You do. You let the light of stained-glass windows be blotted out by your own blind obedience.

“Corpus Domini Nostri Iesu Christi custodiat animam tuam in vitam aeternam....Amen."

You feel him press the small bit of bread onto your tongue, you close and eat. You don't need to be told before your opening your mouth again.

The wine follows right after, poured into your mouth and you swallow it down focusing on not letting any hit the ground with the speed at which the contents are emptied down your throat.

What realistically could not have been more than a few seconds feels as though it's lasted a lifetime. You take a deep breath once the bitter wine has settled in your stomach and before you can even think about getting up and excusing yourself from the church Wolfwood puts a hand on your shoulder, signaling for you to stay in place.

"Good. Why don't we get that confession out of the way then?"

Right. The reason he had probably pulled you aside for all of this in the first place. Had he seen through you? Seen how hungry your gaze had become? Probably. Looking back on it sitting in the front row was probably not the best idea when the entire reason for your Sunday visits was for potential fantasy fuel. There didn't seem like any reason to lie though, it's not like a priest could tell anyone about these things and outside of church Father Wolfwood was a bit of an anomaly to the town.

He didn't have any friends that you knew of, didn't gossip, or hang out at the bar, the man lived in this church which was making you feel a bit more guilty about your infatuation now that you thought of it but hey, if you weren't guilty about something then were you even a catholic?

"Forgive me Father I have sinned..."

With a grimace you realize why the damn confessions booths were so popular. Admitting this to God or a wooden wall was a little too easy. Admitting this to Wolfwood was like someone slowly peeling off your skin.

"I see, well, tell me child what is your confession?"

a swallow, then a leap.

"I have been...ah having inappropriate thoughts about someone. Someone who I go out of my way to see to add to these...fantasy's I have."

He listens closely and his hand comes up to cup the back of your head.

"I see...lust then?"

You nod in response, and he makes an affirming noise.

"And what do you imagine happening in these...fantasies of yours?"

The silence in the empty church is so loud it's deafening. Your hands scrunch and unscrunch the fabric of your pants.

"I...I imagine him pushing be down against these very pews Father. That one day as I'm standing up to leave mass, he'll shove me right back down and take me against the wood."

It's said strained but even you must admit maybe there’s something to this confession shit because you feel a bit lighter with it off your shoulders. Father Wolfwood looks less light. In fact, he looks you've just damned him to hell.

"Is that all?" he asks but it comes out breathier than he means it to.

The tone sends something to your core, oh you see it now. Lamb and shepherd your ass, you were still most certainly the lamb but the Father was no shepherd, he was the Wolf. Maybe God himself had put that divine foreshadowing into his name.

You shift on your knees and press yourself flatter trying to rub your thighs together. Wolfwoods eyes flicker down to the action then back up to your face, he opens his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it.

"No Father. Sometimes I imagine him taking me on the stand in front of the whole congregation. Still preaching while he finishes in me, holy words even in his most sinful act. But...do you know what I really want Father?"

Wolfwood swallows, his fingers trace along your face, and you fight every instinct to lean into it. He looks like this is paining him, He's all gritted teeth and square shoulders as he speaks.

"What do you want?"

Hook. Line. Sinker.

"I imagine he'd keep me here after church, that he'd have me kneel before him still while wearing his holy clothes, that collar, the rosary...and I wish he'd undo his belt to-"

"Enough."

Your mouth snaps shut scared you've pushed to far. You can feel heat bloom across your face in embarrassment now that your words are catching up to you, this was meant to be a confession not a shit porno, maybe you DID need God...

"You drive me insane you know that? Every day you come in here- the house of god mind you and stare at me like..." He clicks his tongue and motions to you.

"Well like that."

You aren't sure what to make of his tone, it's scolding and firm but hinges on needy at the end. You're starting to worry you broke the poor man before he makes an irritated noise.

"Fine. You want to repent so bad?" Wolfwoods hands go to his belt and with a soft clink of the metal it comes fastened. Your eyes flicker to look towards the door to make sure that no one was about to walk in on the scene that'd put Judas’ sin to shame when you're snapped out of your thoughts.

"Pay attention sweetheart, you were doing so good before, what happened?" The mask of a holy man cracks and gives way to something cockier, more taunting, more...Wolfwood.

"Unless you need scripture to keep your focus?" he works to undo the button and the zip of his dress pants as he tilts his head.

"Then here's something for you, 'the serpent said to the woman. “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” When Eve saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom..' "

He frees himself from the confines of his pants. You feel your mouth water and although your knees are starting to hurt from kneeling for so long you have a feeling you're about to get your real communion.

" '...and she opened her mouth, and took.' "

In beat with his preaching you let your mouth fall open. In all honesty, you get it now. You get how appealing that lush fruit must have been to Eve, you get why even after being promised paradise, she gave in to temptation. The weight that settles on your tongue as Wolfwood presses into your mouth makes your eyes roll back and an involuntary moan escape your throat. Wolfwoods breath stutters.

"God..." He groans and if your mouth wasn't currently full you might have made a witty comment about using the lords name in vain but a quick hand lacing through your hair from Wolfwood serves well enough to sever whatever thought had flitted through your mind.

You flatten your tongue and take more, allowing as much as you can to the back of your throat but when tears prick your eyes and you gag slightly on the sensation he pulls you off with a wet pop. You whine slightly at loss before Wolfwoods hand grabs your chin while he uses his thumb to wipe up the drool leaking from your lips that you hadn't realized was there.

"Patience, don’t you listen to a word I say up there?” he muses, you sheepishly look up at him through your eyelashes and it’s answer enough. He pulls you back in front of his cock, "Be good then, swallow every drop and I might forgive you"

You don't have much time to argue has his hand guides you back. You're more prepared this time, the way you sit on your knees...you’re a picture perfect saint and who's here to judge you for your sin anyways? Wolfwood? Sounded like a set up to a joke.

"Fuck, yeah baby just like that. So good-" His words break off with a grunt and his hips stutter forward, he pulls your head forward and your reach up to steady yourself with his thighs. He rocks his hips to your mouth as he face fucks you in the middle of the church. When his breathing speeds up and he mutters out a sting of gentle curses you know he’s close. You close your eyes and let him use you as he spills down your throat. You're desperate to show him you can listen, you swallow down as much as you can trying to not let a single drop of cum hit the floor.

When the rough handful of hair is released, you pull back to try and catch your breath, a worthless endeavor it would seem considering you're just as quickly being lifted up by your arm. You feel yourself being tugged up the steps towards the pulpit and make peace with the fact you're officially the worst Catholic ever...well besides the priest who's currently the instigator of this depravity.

"Not done yet sweetheart, the grace of god doesn't come with a blow job surprisingly" Wolfwood huffs amused as he presses down on your shoulder to force you to bend of the wood stand.

"Are you even a priest?" wrong question you guess because Wolfwood makes an irritated noise.

"Aren't you supposed to be repenting?" His hands grope at your thighs spreading them apart much more slowly than you'd like, as if he's savoring it...reverence you think.

"Father-"

He chuckles lowly at that.

"Father" he imitates "you let that name fall from your lips like it doesn't turn you on just to say it"

His fingers ghost over your thighs, then around the area you want him most before sliding up under your shirt to explore flesh. It's so hot in the church and when you peer out across the wooden pews you see the stain glass window casting rainbow light that sprawls out across the floor all the way up to your body.

"Focus on me" Wolfwood corrects your wandering mind by nipping along your neck and your body instinctively shudders against him. You press your hips back to feel his growing hardness pressed against your ass. His hands slide your shirt up over your head and he begins to focus on trailing kisses along your back.

"Thank you, lord," His lips move against your shoulder blade.

"For delivering this sinner unto me, so that I may show them rapture."

His fingers hook along the hem of your pants and tug them down your legs until they rest right at your knees.

"Despite that, I must confess, I have sinned."

His fingers trace along your entrance before slowly sinking in. You groan and press your head to the wood in front of you, fingers scratching against the surface.

"I have lusted for someone of my own congregation. I have imagined them kneeling for me and I worst of all I have imagined me taking them, devouring them until there is nothing left to fill them but me"

Another finger lazily joins the first and he begins a slow rhythm of pumping them in and out. You attempt to wiggle your hips back to chase the feeling, but his other hand keeps your waist flush against the stand.

"But I am only a man so with my mortal body I will show them euphoria"

You feel his fingers pull out and whine at the loss only to feel the blunt head of his own cock begin to line up with you.

"Amen"

Wolfwood doesn't give you much more warning before roughly pressing in. You moan as he sets a backbreaking pace, thankful that he at least prepped you before. He's leaned over your body; his hair tickles the back of your neck slightly as he pants in your ear. You imagine your own noises can't be much better as his left hand, the one he's apparently wrapped in a rosary, comes up to catch your chin, two fingers press into your mouth as he supports your head. His other hand stays at your hip, bringing your body back against his with every thrust.

It's so hot in the church, sweat beads along your body and you can feel your hair beginning to stick to your forehead. Your mind feels foggy and you lap absent mindedly at the fingers invading your mouth. Wolfwood groans and pushes you down further against the stand and it'd be uncomfortable if you could focus on anything other than the priest fucking your brains out. He produces an ungodly amount of precum, you can feel it making a mess between your thighs right as drool begins to leak from the corners of your mouth and bead down to the wood below.

Wolfwoods hand shifts from your hip to where a blooming warmth has begun. You nearly cry out with relief babbling nonsense around his fingers, hell maybe even a few prayers. His own mouth is becoming less of that of a reverend and more of that of a ravenous man, mouthing and biting at what he can reach. The fingers press deeper into your mouth and your feel the smooth beads of the rosary are you toy with them with your tongue. You're close, you tremble beneath Wolfwood and he catches on because both his hands pull away to once again fit along your hips. You nearly sob from the new lack of stimulation as he rocks into you.

"Beg for it" Wolfwood says so firm you'd have sworn he was once again leading congregation. Your mind is half way to mush right now so it doesn't take much convincing to do what he wants.

"Please please please let me, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I repent" you babble out hoping you’ve said the magic words.

His hand comes down firmly on your ass as he thrust into you then finally finally reaches to touch between your thighs.

It sends you over the edge instantly, your legs trembling as you whine and moan, Wolfwoods own obscene noises match your own as he finishes inside you, letting you milk him for all he's worth.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, you become aware of the fact your priest is pressed up against your back, trying to catch his breath from fucking the ever loving daylights out of you. You whine slightly and Wolfwood responds by nuzzling his face against your neck.

"Are you okay?"

You do actually laugh at that one, letting your forehead rest against the podium.

"The priest I've been fantasizing about fucking me for a year now just has. This has been the best lay of my life and you want to ask if I'm okay?"

"You're awfully vulgar aren't you?"

You snap your head up to make several points about irony of the statement but when you turn you see a shit eating grin on his face. Your playfully hit his chest and groan.

"You've got to be the worst priest ever"

"Can't say I'd deny that claim" He leans forward and kisses you, you go into it easily but the taste of his lips remind you of something, when you pull away you raise an eyebrow

"Do you smoke?"

He shrugs and keeps his hands on your waist.

"I prefer to keep certain things in my life separated from the church"

"and me?"

"Consider yourself a special case." He smirks and takes hold of your chin between his fingers "Although I do hope this was enough to keep you coming to my sermons?" he ask

You swallow at the dark look in his eye and place your hands on his chest.

"and miss the holy word? Perish the thought"

He chuckles lowly at that as your hands begin to play with the collar of the cassock he wears.

"Although Father, I fear I may not have properly confessed."

He raises an eyebrow and eyes you "No?"

You shake your head "See I only...repented for two out of three fantasy’s I had also mentioned being taken against the pews"

Wolfwoods hands tighten around his hips and his smile widens.

"Well...let's fix that, shall we?"

Author's note: ahhhh I'm back! I've been storin this little beauty away for awhile now. This is my welcome back post because I feel like I lost the way I wanted to organize and write for a little while and this was the first piece that got me back in the flow of things. I missed you guys! We're back baby! (I'll add my spacers in later I'm missin the files rn and I don't feel like searching for them)

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she will (chad meeks-martin x black!reader)

pairing(s): chad meeks-martin x black!reader (fem!reader)

Summary: in which a police officer at a halloween party catches the eyes of a certain shirtless cowboy.

Warnings: language, use of the N-word, mentions of sex, swearing, underage drinking, sexual intentions(no smut), unedited work of mess.

A/n: this is this is truly inspired by she will by lil wayne ft. drake (I suggest listening to the song towards the end) and one of the greatest chad meeks-martin edits i have ever seen, I'll try to link it below. When I saw this edit and heard the song is said….. Yeah, I want him!!! Truly. Anyways, this is a pretty long fic. so grab a snack and hope y'all enjoy!

“damn bitch, who do you think you are?” smiling in the mirror, you turned off your flat iron and placed it on the bathroom counter. “you look too good,” you teased at your reflection. anika, a close classmate of yours, invited you to a halloween party that she and her friends would be attending. you loved anika, she is the sweetest, friendliest, and caring person you would ever meet. it was impossible to hate or have ill intentions towards her.

anika invited you to the party, claiming she wanted to get your “homebody ass” out the house and show her the party animal your homegirls claimed you were. she didn’t believe that you were a partier until she heard your friends ranting about your high school party days. hell, when you first met, anika was complimenting your outfit and you squeaked out a “thank you” like you were a silent church mouse. but once anika heard the testimonies from your friends, she knew she needed proof to back up the statements. you accepted her invitation to the party but didn’t want to be around people you don’t know, so you decided to extend the invite to your best friends.

speaking of your best friends, “shit!” you shouted, running out the bathroom towards your phone charging on your bed. the girls decided to meet up outside of your dorm and walk to the party together. as you looked at your phone you noticed a text from your friend neaveh stating that they were waiting outside for you. that was sent five minutes ago. 

“dammit” you whispered as you ran around your room, picking up the items you planned on bringing with you. realizing that you had your phone, id, dorm key, and your cop hat, you quickly ran back to the bathroom to do a second look over. once you noticed that your makeup and hair was still perfect to your liking, you decided that it was time to go. running towards the front door, you shouted ”see you later” to your roomie, who was cuddled up with her girlfriend while watching a horror movie in the living room.

you walked through the doors, quickly turning around and pushing the door completely close activating the locks to the all girl dorm building. after pulling the door twice, making sure that the doors were truly locked, you turned around walking towards the stairs. as you walked down, placing your cop hat on your head, you could hear the screams of your friends who saw you walk out of the building.

“damn y/n, is that you!”

“whoop! whoop! that’s the sound of the police!”

“okay! big y/n. never the little one!”

“y’all stop!” you pleaded through your laughter, smiling like you won the lottery. but alas your friends ignored your request and all but begged for you to give them a 360 spin. knowing your friends, they weren't going to stop until you gave them what they were asking for. giving in with a smirk, you decided to give them the spin they desired. their screams only got louder as you completed your turn. dinah, moriah, and neveah praised your costume, stating how good you looked as they scanned you from head to toe. 

your cop hat placed slanted on top of your freshly installed and curled ash blond bundles flowing down your back, face beat with a soft glam look, your curvaceous body adorned in the long sleeved police leotard, brown thighs captured in the black fishnet stocking and black thigh high boots. you didn't just look good, you felt good. you felt like a bad bitch.

“y’all talking about me, look at y’all! you guys look amazing!” you praised your friends. dinah, ironically, dressed up as dc’s black canary. moriah decided to be an angel. and last but not least nevaeh was dressed as lara croft. after all praises and compliments were given throughout the group, you all started heading towards to the frat house, which was hosting the costume party. the walk to the house didn't seem long, due to the fact that we were chatting it up, updating the group about what had happened from the last time we were all together.

walking into the house, you can literally feel the vibrations from the speaking thumping through your entire body. seeing that there was barely any space due to the whole school attending the party, you decided to wrap your arm with moriah so you would not get separated as you all moved to the kitchen to get a drink. as you were making your way towards the kitchen you made eye contact with anika, who was standing in the corner with her girlfriend mindy and a short brunette. anika waved you over, so you detached yourself from moriah and started to make your way over. 

“y/n, babes, where are you going?” asked moriah. 

“i see a few friends, i’m gonna say hi real quick” you stated as you made your way to the person who invited you to the party. 

“okay, meet us in the kitchen, holla if you need back up for any reason” moriah stated as she glared at you with no heat in her eyes. 

“okay” you laughed as you walked towards anika. once you were close enough, anika threw her arms around your shoulders, trapping you in a hug. “oh my god!” she shrieked in your ear “y/n you look amazing”. you laughed as you returned the embrace with reciprocated energy. “thanks babe, you look amazing as well” you chuckled. she pulled away from your hug and turned to the group of people standing behind her. 

“oh y/n this is tara” anika pointed to the waving short brunette girl dressed as a pirate. “and this is my girlfriend mindy” she said, hugging a tall light skinned girl with a short curly afro.

“hi! nice to meet y’all” you smiled giving both girls a wave. after talking for a bit, you decided to head to the kitchen where the girls were waiting for you. “well i'm gonna head to the kitchen to fix a drink, but i'll see you guys around” smiling shyly as you walk backwards before swiftly spinning around and heading towards your original destination before seeing your classmate. the three girls smiled as they watched you disappear in the sea of people.

“so that’s y/n? asked tara.

“yep” stated anika

“and you want to set her up with chad? my golden retriever of a brother chad?" mindy asked once again for clarity.

“yep” stated a smirking anika.

“alright y'all, now that y/n is back, let's get down to business.” dinah stated as you made your way back to your group, started setting up four cups for shots. “we're here to have fun and turn this joint out.” dinah filled all the cups up with liquor from a random bottle that was placed on the table and handed them out to each of the girls. the shots were knocked back without hesitation, creating a burning sensation in their throats. as a collective, the decision was made to take 3 more shots. 

you were feeling pretty nice right now. you have a couple of drinks in your system, the music wasn't terrible, and you had your girls by your side. how can it get any better than this? feeling the bass of the music rumble throughout your body, you realized that it was time to have the night of your life.

“c’mon y’all, i wanna dance” you begged your friends while grabbing hold of dinah’s hands in hope that they would follow your lead. the three girls laughed as you started walking with dinah in tow to the living room. dinah turned and made contact with moriah and neveah and smirked realizing that they all shared the same smile. it was at that moment they knew… it was about to go down.

as you walked back to the living room, you passed anika, mindy and tara, who were now being accompanied by two boys. one dressed as a knight and the other a shirtless cowboy.

as you were passing by with smiles, anika quickly introduced the two boys. ”y/n, this is ethan” she said pointing to the tall, lanky boy dressed as a knight with a nervous smile occupying his face. he’s a cutie you thought as you waved. “and this is chad, mindy's twin brother” she smirked as she pointed to the shirtless cowboy standing next to ethan.

“evening officer” chad said as he tips his cow hat in your direction as he scans your body up and down. normally the action would give you the icks, but this man was too fine to turn down the opportunity of doing the same. as you gave him a look over, you quickly realized you liked what you were seeing. a tall man with the body of a greek god, tattoos showcased on big, strong arms.

“howdy” you smirked as your eye scaled its way up to his beautiful face. he smiled as he came to the conclusion that you were feeling him as much as he was feeling you. your smirk only got bigger as you walked backwards towards the dance floor while maintaining eye contact.

chad’s gaze remained even though the connection was broken as you walked to the center of the room and started dancing with your friends. you intrigued him. your energy was crazy. he only encountered this feeling once in his entire life, and that was when he first met liv. anika, mindy, tara, and ethan watched the interaction with wide eyes, confused over the humongous amount of sexual tension that was created within less than 5 minutes. the group then turned their attention to chad, who was still watching shake your ass like you were megan thee stallion, as your friends hyped you up.

“your drooling chad,'' tara teased through squinted eyes with a smirk on her face. ”do you need a bucket?”

chad turned towards his friends, his stare transforming into a harmless glare as they exploded with laughter due to tara's suggestion.

“yeah, evening officer” chuckled mindy as she gave her best rendition of her twin’s horribly pick-up line.

“yeah, yeah whatever” chad uttered under his breath as he shakes his body rid of any nerves that would prevent him from walking over and starting another conversation. “i'm just off my game, it’s been a while.”

the girls and ethan watched as chad started to hype himself up to go over to you, in hopes of having another interaction that exuded the same energy as the first time.

“anytime now big guy.” laughed anika. chad turned and gave her the most unamused face he could create before walking over to you and your friends.

chad wasn’t even five steps away when he heard his sister shout for his attention. “chad!” mindy screamed over the loud music. he spun around to face the group once more. “go get her tiger” mindy smiled while giving him a thumbs up as the group giggled behind her. chad paused for a second before reciprocating the sarcastic smile with a thumbs up. the thumbs up then turned into a middle finger pointed in her direction. “fuck you, mindy” chad said as his smile dropped creating a resting bitch face before he walked towards the only girl in the party that captured his attention.

as you danced carefree with your friends you noticed dinah looking behind you with a smile. “incoming” she whispered in your ear, slowly walking away taking moriah and nevaeh with her. you stopped dancing in confusion about the sudden departure. 

it wasn’t until you felt the presence and warmth from somebody standing behind you, causing your confusion to quickly change into a resting bitch face. ready to tell off the person who was breathing down your neck, you turned only to see the sight of a muscled chest, similarly to a certain cowboy you had your eyes on. looking up, your eyes made contact with a pretty pair of brown puppy dog eyes.

“hi” you grinned at the boy. chad’s smile grew bigger, which should be humanly impossible but you didn't mind. god, this man has a beautiful smile. it brightened the dim room in a way that the sun could not compete with on a hot, summer day with no clouds.

“hey” chad said through his gleaming smile. “im chad” he reintroduces himself while extending his hand.

“yeah” you said as you grabbed his hand, giving a firm yet flirty shake. “i know, anika introduced us already” tilting your head in false confusion.

“yeah, i know that but i just wanted to reintroduce myself” he stated while shrugging his shoulders “i have a feeling that we’re going to be seeing each other a lot” he finished, looking down at you.

“oh really!” you spoke, in complete surprise from the statement he just shared. ”what makes you say that” you uttered, crossing your arms and poking a hip out just for effect.

hey! hey! i just have a feeling," chad announced through a smile, lifting his hands nonchalantly “don't shoot the messenger.” 

your smile couldn't possibly get any bigger during your conversation. there was a moment of silence, just you and chad looking into each other’s eyes, while smiling like you won the lottery. the moment was then broken by chad, who licked his lips, causing you to divert your attention from his beautiful brown eyes towards his full pink lips. 

”you wanna dance?” he asked while scratching the back of his neck, making his biceps flex just asking to be admired. you hummed in confusion, not hearing what he asked due to your attention leaving his lips to his arms you so desperately wanted around your waist (or neck but baby steps). “do you wanna dance?” he asked again, smiling at your murmured response.

“sure,” you grinned back, “if we're going to be seeing each other a lot, i have to know if you can keep up with me on the dance floor.”

chad threw his whole body back as his laughter echoed under the sound of a taylor swift song that was playing throughout the house. the dancing started with gently swaying, just trying to catch a feel of each other’s rhythm. it then turned to the both of you jumping up and down, holding each other’s hands to a popular pop song like you were best friends. (a/n: the song was boy’s a lair pt. 2, and chad ate rapping ice spice verse word for word, you can't tell me nothing different)

you stopped dancing, only to lean forward and wrap your arms around to try and catch your breath from laughing at chad's impeccable wrapping skills. this was a night that was going down in the books. you look good as hell in your costume, meet some new possible friends, and you're dancing with the most handsome man you have ever met. how can it get any better than this?

as you were catching your breath, a certain guitar riff then consumed your ears. only needing a second to recognize the song, your body language then turned stiff. chad, who still had his hands around your waist, became concerned about the sudden shift of energy. his concern became more evident as you unwrapped your limbs from around his neck and started to walk away. 

young money, yeah

did he do something? did he stink? did he make you uncomfortable by placing his hands on your body? his growing concern suddenly disappeared as you turned and walked back to him. 

four, ahem

it was then he noticed that you were mouthing the ad libs to the song that was blasting through the speakers. his lips took the shape of a grin as he saw you cross your arms giving him a mean stare down. chad crossed his arms, returning the mugged stare realizing that you wanted to see if he would match your energy. it was a good thing that chad knew this song word for word because, unknown to him, this was going to make or break the possibility of seeing each other again.

i tell her, now go ‘n’ pop that pussy for a real nigga

i already know that life is deep but i still dig her

niggas is jealous but really i could care less 

i’m in hell's kitchen with an apron and a hair net.

it was a sight to see. the whole party turned their attention to see who in the world was screaming out lyrics like there was no tomorrow. but did you and chad pay them any mind, hell nah. let them see what having fun really looks like. you both were pointing fingers in each other’s faces, getting hype that the energy being given is also being reciprocated from one another.

as the chorus came in, you wrapped your arms around chad's neck swaying back and forth as you sang the lyrics without a care in the world. as you were singing you felt chad's big hands resume its position around your waist before trailing down to the cheeks of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. he was on that type of timing. you started to dip your body down to the floor, causing your arms to unravel from his neck, dragging them down his torso. 

as you went down, you tilted your head up to look at chad, wanting to see his reaction. looking into his eyes, you noticed that puppy gaze you received earlier was now gone and replaced with a dark, lusted glare. you bounced twice before seductively making your way up to your original height, then turning around, connecting your back to his front. feeling slick, you threw your hand over your shoulder cupping the back of his neck as you started grinding on him.

uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga 

and looked back and told me baby it’s real

you went to lean over, and began to shake your ass from left to right cause your jello to jiggle baby. while you were making it shake like a salt shaker, you turned your head over your shoulder to look at chad, whose eyes were still darkened with arousal, biting his bottom lip as he stood there and caught what you were throwing.

and i say i aint doubt you for a second 

i squeeze it and i can tell how it feel.

chad removed one of his hands from your waist and decided to glide it softly up and down your back before trailing back down to softly grasping you ass. you shivered feeling his fingertips trace down your spine. you placed your hands on your knees, rotating your waist in a circular motion, only to feel a certain bulge pushing back at you, causing you to slow your pace.

i wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal,

and she bad, so maybe she won't

uh but shit, then again maybe she will.

do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right know she will (2x)

while you and chad were wrapped in each other’s presence, forgetting that you were in public. baby the public did not forget about you. all eyes, phones, and flashlight were directed in your direction. neither of yall noticed the screams from frat boys, cheering chad on. the cheers from your best friends, seeing you put in work on the boy they knew was going to ask if he could walk you home. glares from certain boys and girls, wishing that they were in your spot. and last but not least the mix facial expressions coming from core two, anika and ethan.

as the song came to a close, you turned around placing your arms back around chad's neck. once your eyes met, both faces turned into giddy smiles that could put the joker out of commission.

“did i keep up with you?” chad smirked, pressing his forehead against yours. you laughed as you not only pressed your forehead against his, but your body as well making you both become one.

“yes,” you giggled through closed eyes. “yes you did. better than i expected” you teased back. chad smiled before closing his eyes as well, basking in the embrace, hoping that you would like to see him long after the party ends and farther down the line. he felt you move your forehead from his, tucking your head in the warmth of his shoulder. feeling your body deflate with a deep breath, he knew it was now or never seeing as you would probably go home and forget about him.

“hey” you felt chad uttered, his deep voice vibrations rumbling from his body into yours. you hummed as you lifted your head only to see a cute, shy smile gracing his face. the look on his face was too damn cute to not return the smile. “lemme walk you home” he whispered.

and she bad, so maybe she won't

you paused for a second, making chad's heart beat double time. he hoped that he wasn't overstepping. he wasn't looking for a one night stand or anything, he truly just wanted to walk you home and get to know you better. looking into his eyes, you shyly smiled, grabbing his hands, tugging him to the front entrance. you waved to your friend, who was whispering and giggling in your direction. 

uh but shit, then again maybe she will.

as you both started making your way to the exit, chad caught his shirt and letterman jacket that anika threw as they were passing by. walking into the dark night, you started shivering due to your outfit. not even a second laters, you felt the warmth and weight of chad's letterman jacket as it was being placed on your shoulders. looking beside, you noticed he put on a shirt and was admiring you in his jacket.

“you know what” chad shared as he took a few steps back. ”this is a good look for you. it's a good thing i'm going to be seeing you around more often” he finishes crossing his arms.

you rolled your eyes before grabbing his hand, walking in the direction of your dorm “boy c’mon.” tugging on his hands. once he was close enough, you threw his arm over your shoulder, as you both walked off into the night.

bonus scene

watching from the corner, mindy, anika, tara, and ethan all expressed mixed emotions.

anika and tara both shared shocked, yet amused smiles on their faces. mindy showcased pure disgust as she watched the pair basically have sex on on the dance floor. ethan, poor ethan, couldn't even watch, his cherry red face pointed in the opposite direction.

“this is disgusting,” mindy sneered, watching the scene on the dancefloor. “we should have gotten him some condoms on the way here.”

“.....she’s gonna eat him alive” tara said as she turned her body towards mindy. “just so you know.” mindy rolled her eyes, pointing a finger towards her mouth, making a gagging noise.

“no seriously,” anika announced, “i was concerned for her, but now i’m concerned for him.” anika finishes with a giggle.

mindy quickly snapped her head in anika's direction. “anika, darling i love you… but dont push it.” her eyes shifted back to you and chad danicing before walking to the kitchen muttering under her breath about how “she was gonna throw up.”

anika watched as mindy rushed off to the kitchen, turning back to the living room seeing you to heading towards the exit. she quickly grabbed chad's shirt and jacket before tossing it in his direction. "one point for anika kayako, the matchmaker." she muttered through a smirk as she watch the pair walk out the door.

a/n: hope y'all enjoyed the fic. It’s not my first time writing but it's been a while. I feel like I overdid the plot, but let me know how i did. If you liked my work feel free to send requests and please leave constructive criticism. I do have more chad fics that are in the woodworks. see y'all soon.

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[IMAGE ID: two rectangular flags. the first one has seven stripes, and the second one has nine stripes. the first flag has scalloped top and bottom stripes, each bump being a different size. the lines mirror each other. the rest of the stripes are straight, and mostly even. the middlemost stripe is slightly thinner. the colors of the stripes, from outside to inside, are as follows: dull warm blue, dull light blue, dull pink, and peach. there is a white circle in the center, with isaac from the binding of isaac inside it. isaac is a light-skinned human with no hair. he is crying. the second flag has even-sized horizontal stripes. the colors of the stripes, from top to bottom, are as follows: dull warm blue, dull light blue, peach, dull pink, pink-orange, cool brown, cool red, medium red, and dull gold. the second flag also has isaac from the binding of isaac in the center. he is on his side, curled up in the fetal position. END ID.]

isaactboicharic/isaacmoriahcharic: a gender connected to, affected by, or otherwise related to isaac moriah from the binding of isaac!

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Intro {+DNI & PI}

Hiya! I'm Jamie, Bug, or any mix of the two! I am a minor so pls beware of "minor only" posts, I am queer and neurodivergent. I am fluent in English, re-learning Spanish, and I know enough ASL to have a short conversation.

My current hyperfixations include: wtnv, tma, Good Omens, bullet journals/reading journals

Long time hyperfixations: animals(esp.rabbits), stuffies, theatre, TOH, pride flags/identities, stickers, MLP, Bluey, Moriah Elizabeth, Bugs(esp.bees)

Do NOT interact: homophobia, transphobia, anti-recovery, generally anti-being yourself, pretty much if you don't think you'd like me, don't bother me :)

Thin Ice(there are few exceptions): anyone above the age of 20, people trying to be less mean, people who want to talk about politics

Please Interact!: anyone 14-19, neurodivergent, queer, "cringe", tone-tag users, fans of my hyperfixations, theatre kids, artists, nerds, agere, systems, etc.

A bit more about me (for those who are interested)

I am an age regressor, a pet regressor, I have been a CG/babysitter in the past, I believe I may have osdd-1b (i am exploring the idea with my therapist), I'm in the PST timezone and my favorite colors are brown, purple, yellow, and blue (in that order)

Thanks for reading! I hope we can be friends :D

[she-who-would-be-king]

The first six chapters are up ✨ and things are getting fun:

“So, that’s Hobie,” I said sheepishly. “Yeah…”

They all erupted at once, asking question after question, I could hardly catch them all.

“How the hell are you friends with Hobie Brown!?” Emily exclaimed.

“How did it happen!?”

“He called you wildcat!? What’s that about!?”

I laughed and waved them down.

“I don’t know… we… we ran into each other one night and well,” A shrug fell from my shoulders. I could hardly tell them about my encounters with his alter ego and how that had brought us together. They could draw their own conclusions.

“And you’re friends?” Moriah raised her eyebrow.

“Sorta,” I smiled. “When I can stand to be around him,”

“Hobie Brown,” Emily said pointedly. “Hobie Brown!?”

“Yeah, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it,” I said honestly, the smile not leaving my face.

“You talk about him like he’s some regular guy,” Caroline said.

“He is?” That was obvious. “Maybe a little more egotistical and obnoxious, but he’s just a guy,”

“Just a guy!?” Moriah raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s all this is?” My friends ooed and I laughed again.

“Yeah right. We barely made it to friends, I don’t think we could make it further,” I took another sip of my cocktail.

Read it all here!:

[blackinperiodfilms]

Kerry Washington will exec produce and star in Six Triple Eight — the WWII drama that Tyler Perry is writing, directing and producing for Netflix, which has now entered production. The historical epic will tell the true story of The 6888th Central Postal Directory Battalion aka the Six Triple Eight.

Washington is joined in the ensemble by Ebony Obsidian, Milauna Jackson, Kylie Jefferson, Shanice Shantay, Sarah Jeffery, Pepi Sonuga, Jay Reeves, Jeanté Godlock, Moriah Brown, Baadja-Lyne Odums, Gregg Sulkin and Dean Norris. Others set include  Sam Waterston, Susan Sarandon and Oprah Winfrey.

The film based on an article by Kevin M. Hymel, published in WWII History Magazine by Sovereign Media, tells the true story of the only all-Black, all-female World War II Battalion. These 855 women joined the war effort with little knowledge of what exactly they would be doing, but were quickly given the mission of a lifetime: sorting through and fixing a three-year backlog of undelivered mail.

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MORIAH BROWN AS KIKI TRAVIS IN

POWER BOOK II: GHOST || SACRIFICE (3x08)

[powerfashionblog]

Who: Moriah Brown as Keke Travis What: Bottega Veneta Wool Longline Tailored Jacket - Sold Out Where: 3x05 “No More Second Chances”

[richriah]

Moriah pt 1/3

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?

Moriah Celeste Marcel.

Where and when were you born?

HCA Florida Mercy Hospital, in Florida on September 5th, 1998. 

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

My parents are Michael Marcel and Victoria Hampton, they are not married but have been committed since the birth of their first child. Michael is the current owner of his own seafood restaurant. He is a laid back person, mostly but can be easily agitated and known as aggressive. Victoria is the co-owner of the seafood restaurant, but her main focus in interior decorating specializing in event decorating. She is a soft spoken person majority of the time and is also known as alluring. 

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

I have four siblings, three sisters Cymone, Phaith and Kiyana and a brother, Rhyan. Cymone is very attentive and virtuous she also is very bossy. Phaith is a straightforward/candid person. Kiyana is very gregarious and jovial. Rhyan, was a very virtuous person  who tried to see the good in every person. 

Where do you live now, and with whom? 

Describe the place and the person/people.

I currently live in a penthouse in downtown LA. The penthouse is a two bedroom, one and a half bathroom. The master bedroom includes a large queen size bed with a canopy bedframe, a stripper pole that has been installed in front of it and floor to ceiling mirrors. The second bedroom was converted into a storage/workout area although the building has its own gym attached. Include is also a wrap around balcony extended off of the spacious living room area with a large black couch and a 70 inch tv spread across the wall in front of it. The living room is connected to the large kitchen with multiple black cabinets, an upgraded LG fridge, a gas stove and other updated appliances. Throughout the penthouse there are pictures of myself and some of my family displayed on the wall but also on the coffee table and shelves along the hall and in the living room. 

What is your occupation?

I am an exotic dancer/entertainer looking to venture into other businesses. 

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

I am 5’3 and weigh around 160. I am African American and have black curly hair, brown eyes and around twenty tattoos. There aren’t many distinctive marks on me visible to the eye but I do have scars on my forearm that aren’t heavily visible and scars on my chest and stomach. As for tattoos, on my forearm I have a remembrance tattoo of my brother a portrait of one of my favorite pictures of him, under that is a portrait of a cockatoo which represents freedom. Next to those two is a quote that reminds me what I live everyday for. On that same arm I also have a seeing eye tattoo and a “My brother’s keeper”. Below those, I have another portrait of Nefertiti. The inside of that arm I have a Carpe Diem tattoo. On my shoulder I have my birthday in Roman numerals and on my upper chest I have a heart, and heart beat attached to the time my brother died. My other tattoos consist of small doodles such as hearts, flowers and the name of my ex which I am currently working on getting covered up or removed. 

To which social class do you belong?

Middle Class/Upper Class.

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

I suffer from severe seasonal allergies and am allergic to pine. 

Are you right- or left-handed?

I am ambidextrous.

What does your voice sound like?

My voice is a lower tone, but not deep and can be described as slightly raspy. There is no heavy Miami accent that plays off my  voice that I know about. 

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

“Girl.” “You straight.” “What?” “Oh hell.” 

What do you have in your pockets?

My phone. 

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

I like to roll my eyes a lot, I am constantly fixing my lipgloss and/or applying it. I have a bad habit of chewing and popping gum. 

             PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general?

Basic, my siblings and I were always fighting and my parents did their best. I was constantly fighting although I had my siblings there to defend me, I was defending them. 

What is your earliest memory?

Being in Kindergarten and having a “crush”. 

How much schooling have you had?

I finished high school and dropped out of college my first year. 

Did you enjoy school?

I enjoyed the social aspect of school more than the academic part. 

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

From my siblings and mom. There wasn’t much for my dad to teach me after I was taught to defend myself. 

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

Tyra Banks because she was a model turned actress turned tv host.  

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

Yes, I had an aunt that I am very close to. My siblings and I were all very close. I am/was closer to my mom than I have been to my dad. 

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

An actress/model.

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

Dancing, playing in makeup, playing with dolls and dressing up. 

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

Everyone always told me I was loud and ‘fearless’ but my mom would always say I was very aggressive and sassy. 

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

I wouldn’t say popular. I was picked on, but I did have friends aside from my sisters. They were funny and liked to do makeup which helped me become better at my own. 

When and with whom was your first kiss?

My first kiss was at my 9th grade dance with my crush. 

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

No. I lost it when I was 17 with my boyfriend at the time. 

                         PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Moving to LA. 

Who has had the most influence on you?

My Brother held the most influence over me, but I’m trying to move on from his passing. 

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Being able to start therapy and break the bad habits I had before. 

What is your greatest regret?

The way I handled my brother’s passing. 

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

I’ve falsely posted that my ex had STD’s for the public to find out and called to get his car towed after he cheated on me. 

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

Yes. 

When was the time you were the most frightened?

When my father was in jeopardy of losing his business right after my brother’s passing. 

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

While one of my first nights dancing, in a packed club full of ballers I fell off the pole when I was at the height of it. I injured myself badly and almost wanted to cry. 

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

The length of time I was mad at/not talking to my family. It was a hard time for all of us and if I had realized that it could have helped me manage my feelings better. 

What is your best memory?

When I finally was able to move to LA and get rid of what I left in Miami. 

What is your worst memory?

Waking up in the middle of the night to the call that my brother had passed. 

[cozyaliensuperstar7]

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