#dave east fanfiction

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We definitely need that Dave East list ! I only see his stories on a Wattpad.

Got you!!!!

DAVE EAST FANFICTION

old habits die hard series (ft. yahya-mainly him and features dave east)- @essaysbyciara

calling my favorite men pretty, wasted, princess treatment, stubborn, sunday reset- @555sage

reminder- @smokingangelhoe

perfect (search: dave east x reader)- @plussizeappreciationfics

***this is who I have right now but if anyone has a story hit me up***

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THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

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PILOT | WHEN THE LEVEES BREAK

THERE’S DEATH on THE BRIDGE of MACABRE

WORD COUNT : 1 , 777 words

TRAUMA WARNING : This episode includes the following triggers; death , mild gore , heavy profanity , suicidal attempt/ideation & PTSD. With FULL DISCLOSURE , PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION AND RISK.

EPISODE THEMES : Life & Death

WE NEVER TRULY SEE IT COMING , yet it sings our names so profoundly as the bells ring their piercingly dreadful sound that echos amongst the tunnels of our hearing—Death. Much like the flowers at the peak of a wintertime filled with an ambiance of pure rigidity , swathed in an atmosphere so thick and coarse the oxygen feels like poisonous needles forcing themselves within the confines of your realm of respiration. It can also be resemblant to the quietus ivory specs of sorrow that blanket the face of the earth and kills her ever so softly with their freezing embrace , we too shall pass on and wither away in open air. In life , it is ultimately every beating heart's destiny to die. Being that as it may , when alas that moment arises from the ashes bathing in the essence of the phoenix it tastes as bitter as the element of a nasty surprise. Gently placed , when the Angel of Death himself Mr. Grim Reaper appears before us at the hour of our rapture , we in fact are unable to bear witness to his presence. We are however capable of partaking in learning what it truly means ceasing to exist in the physicality of it all. Shackled in trauma on a stormy October night , two unfortunate souls fell under this curse of carnal demise — and only God alone owned the anecdote to save this tandem's lives.

The sole commodity tangible to his murky oceans of vision with cavernous skies had been total and utter darkness. A cold , wet , and lingering tenebrosity that shared flavors with the iron profusely decorating his buccal cavity — tart and royally uncomfortable. Gripping the steering wheel with one blood gushing hand , the other shakily unlocked his cellular getting a slew of the crimson DNA all over its screen and by miracle or maybe even muscle memory dialed a very important phone number. Aside from the minimal luminescence provided by the headlights of his customized obsidian Lamborghini Aventador , the heavy downpour and winds produced a beatdown only a world champion could give further aided in the reason for his panic whilst his heavy foot applied pressure to the gas pedal that resided above the nearly flooded backroad.

He'd been scared shitless , even with veins bursting full of adrenaline he could still feel the stronghold of absolute fear's crippling touch. That , and an entire planet of detrimental cogitations crashed into the interstice of his most sacred cerebration whilst each painstaking moment set adrift a new memory everlasting — there lied no time to contemplate anything. His actual life and vitality depended on this feat. With the amount of chasmic wounds his ethereally created anatomy had been littered in , it was an utter phenomenon how he even managed to escape altogether analogously in one piece let alone drive.

“Hello?”A woman's raspy tone called out quite groggily from being awoken into the surround sound of the butterfly doored sports vehicle he possessed. “Nova it is three in the morning , shouldn't you be-”

“No time to explain Chitty listen to me , I'm losing a lot of blood! Please. Could you go by Mama So's 'n make sure Nani is safe and sound at her grandma's for me? Matter fact just go get her , I don't wanna chance it. Yamileth went ballistic on me and I need to be assured she doesn't try to harm another soul tonight. I dead can't believe this shit-”

“Wait , wait , wait , WHAT?! Why are you blee-how did this-none of this shit is adding up Nova , what the fuck are you talking about?! What do you mean Yami went loca , and what does my niece have to do with it-what about the storm-”

“Leoni! I might fuckin' die tonight , please! I know Yamileth is your sister. Right now the only thing that is important is Yaniis , so I'm gonna need you to pull your shit together and go get my fucking daughter like yesterday!”

“Nova. You’re not-”

“GO!”

“But-”

The annoying loud triplet chirp of Nova's phone dying cut Leoni off short in her stride , she who just so happened to be the sister of his daughter's mother in which he'd been making great efforts to save whilst medias res his own rescue mission.

“FUCK!”

That was the only cogitation singing like a blackbird during its fecund season off the chambers of his comprehension. Because what a fucking tragedy to become of it at the end of the song. Even for the other deplorable anima who's existence figure eighted on the skinniest layers of ice that very moment , tortuously unaware when and if she'd awake to lay sight upon another sun. As she too partook in a hot pursuit of her divinely favored place in this world that dreadful night , her cerebrum was plagued with a stampede of overwhelming rumination and her feet bled gravel mixed with fine shards of glass. Naming her weak would be a sadly mistaken understatement , she'd grown far into the thick of enervation with promises of a complete burn out. Every minuscule iota she blinked in hopes that the all consuming black onyx surrounding her wouldn't crystallize and swallow her whole , every mere second the rain dove from the heavens to kiss the physiognomy of her mother earth giving life to the grounds we tread upon , the not so lucky damsel of the night ran as far as her legs would stretch out and carry her.

As the high speed winds picked up their haste , her developed yet petite frame shifted slightly on the concrete asphalt underneath her bare feet. She wanted to look behind her , in fact she yearned for it but knew that in the end it was most prudent to keep focus ahead the best that she could to have a better chance of survival. Everything felt as if a blur and it grew difficult to properly navigate to her destination at her own volition , her limbs appeared to be on autopilot as they sprinted towards a place unknown to her psyche. Fight or flight instinct fading slowly from each of the exhausted membranes of her encephalon , the strong sprint she began with was starting to ware off — as well for her grip on sanity and reality. She'd been running for so long that she lost track of her place within space and time. Running for her life , this particular familiar face is a far fetch from the imagination of her departure within her mind.

     With the storm surging like an overloaded electrical system it was a mystery how she'd reached it but there she was , just a few feet shy from The Bridge of Macabre. By then , the waters that swayed under the spine of the overpass sloshed and smacked the viaduct head on , and slowly the woman's soaked anatomy found itself standing at the edge teetering between land and water. There were only two options she had presented to her — kill or be killed or otherwise risk an existence of forever looking over her shoulder just to prolong the inevitable. Four years junior her fourth decade under the sun , how much longer could she keep this up before she got sloppy from weariness or tired from having to live such a risky lifestyle? It all seemed very clear to her what course of action to take , and as the waves crashed up and downstream Macabre River only one thought sailed her Seas of Cogitation.

Death will always come before dishonor.

     Blinding headlights inched in from her peripheral eventually stinging her retinas full on , proving it difficult for her to decipher whether they were real or not due to her growing further and further into delirium. On approach , the very familiar foreign coupe rolled its passenger five percent tinted window down where a face just the same came into view. Gaging the stick shift into park , the driver of the car began to speak up to her.

“Xolani  , what are you doin' out hea' it's a storm!”

     Looking up to the sky , Xolani felt the heavy precipitation and zephyr sweep over her , a sudden calm chilling every pore until she broke out in goosebumps. Pivoting at one eighty , she glared at he who'd spoken to her with hazy vision not really knowing exactly what to say. Because , what was there to say? The trauma between these two ran deeper than bleeding ink traveling throughout threads of cotton fabric.

“Why do you care Xodus? You never cared-”

“I always fuckin' cared fuck you talkin' 'bout?”

“No you didn't! You drove me away and then they took me , only God can save me now.”

“What's that's supposed to mean Goapel-the fuck you got goin' on right now?” Xodus questioned whilst coughing up blood.  “Fuck-”

“Elijah-”

“C'mon Lani , get in. I'm on the way to the hospital 'n as you can see we don't have time to spare.”

     She hadn't noticed it then but , Xodus had been painted with deep stab wounds , and profusely leaking his life essence all over his fresh white tee and gray sweatpants. That was just the reassurance she needed to know this experience was actually happening and was not just some influenced hallucination from the high of her brush with death. Swiftly as remotely possible , Goapele joined Xodus in his Lamborghini Aventador slamming the butterfly door shut. She took a few moments to examine the situation and come to an understanding on the condition he was in.

“Xodus Elijah , what have you gotten yourself into now boy? We need to switch seats , you're losing entirely too much blood.” Xolani chastised him before deciding to help. She did her best to pull his near three hundred pound stature from driver to passenger , but he'd been of no assistance as his breathing began to mirror the tempo of the percussionist beating his heart. “How did you get yourself into this predicament?”

That was the last question Xolani ever got to ask in her life. A second later , the levees holding the overflow of Macabre River — which allotted for a third of the city's land — broke just east up the bank. A tsunami like mass flood hit the streams and surrounding lands sinking them under. One moment both souls were in route to salvation upon Death's Bridge , the next the two were swallowed by the currents of the rapture. Their lungs filled with the very resource needed to sustain their lives , and true euphoria was bestowed upon all six of their senses engulfing them in utopia. Below the waves of Macabre Bridge sank the bodies of Goapele Scott and Xodus Casanova , then God made them BLUE.

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Hello my favorite little heauxs , I hope you’re all well today! I wrote this episode a month or so ago and released it on Wattpad on 02/01/2023 , so I’m premiering it here on the fifteenth and I want keep a similar odd week pattern in mind for the schedule. I know there isn’t much intel and it may be a bit vague and or cryptic but trust me when I say that every event will fold together like an envelope as my baby girl develops. Feel free to comment your thoughts , concerns , and opinions below , and remember that if you like her to repost her cause she’s a bad bitch 😉. P. S. IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST CLICK THE HYPERLINK ABOVE HERE. Thank you so much for joining me and my friends in the Artiverse , we hope to see you again.

… DID YOU HEAR WHAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK ON THEN GOD MADE THEM BLUE ?

EPISODE 1 | SEEING GHOSTS (PREMIERE — 04/21/2023)

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¥. 1 NEW UPLOAD . ❘❘ ❙❘❚❘❙ ★   SYNOPSIS ❜ ℗   LOADING !██████ 50 % ❛ you can lie to me baby, tell me that i'm special.

they say in life, you reap what you sow... and sowing his wild oats is something desire kingsley has done very well for the last four years.

little is known about his past, but he has built quite the reputation for his magnetic charm, irresistible allure, and numerous hookups. the man, who is somewhat of a myth, has spent the last four years indulging in the pleasures that fame and fortune can offer.

as a renowned film production manager, his work ventures often take him all over the world.

his latest project, 'nothing to lose,' an action film with his best friend, superstar actor chase wilson cast as the leading male, has brought him to the vibrant yet mysterious city of lagos, nigeria, where his insatiable appetite for women and proactive fun leads him right to akua ( ah KOO uh ) adefolahan , an enticing stripper who happens to be the daughter of a powerful black axe mobster and has a more than interesting crew of friends.

the black axe, known for their ruthless control over parts of the city, is a secretive and tightly-knit brotherhood involved in various illegal activities, from extortion to smuggling. their influence runs deep, and crossing them can have deadly consequences.

unaware of the full extent of the danger he's stepping into, desire finds himself drawn into akua's world, where loyalty is everything and betrayal is met with swift retribution.

as desire's relationship with akua deepens, he inadvertently becomes entangled in the mob's affairs, making him a potential target for both the law and rival factions. the carefree lifestyle he's used to living is suddenly under threat as he navigates the murky waters of lagos's criminal underworld.

what started as a casual fling now holds the potential to unravel not just his career, but his life. when he stepped on african soil, he wasn't looking for love, but what he found was something far more dangerous.

in africa, there's a proverb as old as time. it goes, ' he who digs a grave for his enemy might as well be digging one for himself too. '

... ♡  𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴: 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁  ⠀─ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐜  𝐱  𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

⠀ 困⠀⠀ ۪ 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝄒 ⸝. when desire meets danger ...

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✷ SCANNING . . ❘❘ ❙❘❚❘❙ for sol : TRIGGERS / DISCLAIMERS ! ❜ ℗

this story is intended for mature audiences only. it contains themes and content that may not be suitable for all readers. please review the following trigger warnings before engaging:

i. drug use/addiction , ii. graphic descriptions of violence , iii. crime/organized crime , iv. sexual content/sex for hire , v. death/murder , vi. betrayal , vii. manipulation/blackmail and or coercion , viii. explicit language , ix. adult themes , x. human torture , xi. psychological trauma / mental illness and more triggers may be mentioned.

in this book, you will encounter a blend of nigerian pidgin and english. nigerian pidgin is a widely spoken creole language in nigeria, and is being used in this narrative to bring authenticity, and a unique aspect to this body of work as it aligns with the cultural settings of lagos and its people.

any pidgin use will come with a definition/meaning for your understanding throughout the story.

𝖔. 1 NEW 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚆𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴 UPLOAD . . ❘❘ ❙❘❚❘❙ ★ CHAPTERS ! ❜ ██████ 75% LOADED — “ there is strength in unity, and power in silence. under God’s watch, lagos is ours. “ 𝒃𝒍𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒙𝒆 _

THE STORY: 000 / 001 / 002 / 003 / 004 / 005 / TBA.

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ masterlist | in the works | muses

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓 ❪chapter seis：fortune favors the bold❫⸝ pt. 𝟐╱𝟐 [𝟏𝟖+]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀I’m TRYNA be a LEADER⸝ but shit⸝ I’m FALLIN’ in⠀⠀⠀MY PAST⸝⠀〞 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✱ Tory Lanez — Adidas ❪2020❫

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 WORD COUNT⠀⦂⠀5，057

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 PAIRING⠀⦂⠀street fighter!black!male oc ❪keith powers❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪kelis rogers⸝ circa ‘99❫

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 FOREWARNING⠀⦂⠀This chapter will contain use of strong language and gore ִ 𖤠 Read at your own discretion.

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ ���� ॱ 𓂂 AUTHOR’S NOTE⠀⦂⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀I’ve been working on this chapter progressively throughout these past few months of ‘22 and yet，I still don’t like the way it turned out. Given that it is just a filler chapter to give you guys hints on what everything’s leading up to in the next act，I still feel as though I could’ve put forth more effort with it to make it even more intriguing，but I’m not trippin’，’cause I really didn’t want to bring this chapter into ‘23 with me. Having this finally completed has been a huge weight lifted off my shoulders，you guys have no idea，so praise God for that! I can finally start the process of cracking down on my other hobbies besides writing this month，going into ‘23. As I would say back in my Wattpad days，show support by liking，reblogging or even commenting! I’m appreciative of every little interaction y’all give me，but more specifically with this piece of work here! Muah!⠀⠀⠀‘’

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀MY THOUGHTS MUST BE RELAXED⸝ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BE ABLE TO MAINTAIN ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‘CAUSE TIMES IS CHANGED ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AND LIFE IS STRANGE

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀THE GLORIOUS DAYS IS GONE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AND EVERYBODY’S DOIN’ BAD ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YO⸝ MAD LIVES IS UP FOR GRABS!⠀〞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀-ˋˏ⠀VINEGAR HILL⸝ BROOKLYN ⠀⠀⠀⠀SATURDAY⸝ OCTOBER 𝟖ᵀᴴ⸝ 𝟏：𝟏𝟕 AM ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀TYREE’S PAD⠀ˎˊ˗ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🐉系🍱🥢🥡💮𓈒𓄹

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓

ㅤㅤㅤ“𝕺KAY⸝ SO I’M FULLY AWARE that I’m late arriving to our Kung Fu Watch-A-Thon, but the great news is that I’ve come bearing gifts to make up for the time lost!”

After a forty-minute commute to the Soldier crew’s habitual dining place of Louie & Ernie’s Pizza back in The Bronx and weaving traffic for nearly the same amount of time, Kei and Lamar had successfully made it through the door of Tyree’s Vinegar Hill pad where Isaiah had been patiently anticipating their arrival on an empty stomach.

He sat slouched within his favorite seat within the apartment, arms crossed with his traditional attire of wrinkled baseball Jerseys and white crew neck T-shirts while The 36th Chamber of Shaolin aired on the 55″ flat screen television. The camouflage A Bathing Ape brand bucket hat he was then sporting had been slightly tilted down over his mahogany eyes, making it damn near difficult to tell on whether or not he had actually been watching the film or whether it had been watching him the entire time, especially beneath the dim directional lights of the front room.

They both had received an answer to their question when Isaiah went to adjust himself in the recliner at Kei’s bribery.

“Ah, I knew you couldn’t resist a good bargain,” Kei conveyed rather vivaciously, swiftly slipping from out her Cinderellaesque PVC pumps and leaving Lamar to fetch them like the mutt he was. She went to safely place her glass bag aside on the entertainment stand before taking the pizza boxes from his possession and going to approach Isaiah, kneeling before him in her authentic Thierry Mugler frock. “So what will it be tonight, Zay, plain cheese or Margherita?”

Without so much as a single utter, Isaiah didn’t hesitate when hungrily outstretching his hands for the box with the all cheese pizza stored inside of it.

“Now how’d I know you’d choose that one? More Margherita for me then,” She shrugged, placing the box of Margherita pizza on the coffee table before going to stand on her own two, facing towards the hallway in which their bedrooms resided while finally getting the opportunity to take down the high ponytail in her head that seemingly gave her a make-shift face lift and migraine throughout the course of the night. “I’ma go wash this makeup off and slip into something a little more comfortable. Keep my se—”

“Thank you.” An indistinct baritone voice muttered, causing Kei, as well as Lamar to pause dead in their tracks.

“Lamar, y-you said somethin’?”

“Hell nah!” He exclaimed, putting up a minor fight with the can of Red Bull he had managed to snag from the tall freestanding larder fridge while attempting to get it open. “I think that little nigga just talked!”

“Oh my God, Zay! You can talk?!?! It’s a miracle!” Kei exclaimed in excitement, clasping her hands together and bringing them up towards her gloss coated lips before turning to face Isaiah who had a bashful grin ghosting his full lips.

“That nigga hasn’t spoken in like five years!” Lamar stated, gently going to grab Kei up by her upper arm before catapulting her towering stature towards his own by his free hand. “Ay, whatever voodoo you performed on him and T, you need to try on me.” He blew a kiss in her direction in which she rejected by kissing her teeth and rolling her eyes before snatching away from him.

“It’s called “Decorum,” weird ass. You oughta learn more of it. Now if you’d excuse me, I’d like to go change unlike some people ‘round here. I ain’t gon’ name no names, and keep your hands out my pizza!”

“I bought the shit.” Lamar retorted, falling back onto the leather sofa.

“Yeah, with my man’s money!” Kei shot back once in the safety of her and Tyree’s bedroom before going to slam and lock the door.

“You, as well as I know that that’s bullshit, aight, Kei?! My mans owes me for all the babysittin’ I’ve done with you and Zay these past six years and countin’, for you, a month and countin’! Fuck else you think I’m gettin’ paid for? To sit ‘round, lookin’ pretty? Oh, I must’ve forgot, that’s you and Bianca’s responsibility, right? ‘Cause I ain’t tryna step on anybody’s toes!” Lamar shouted sarcastically in response from the living room area, mouth then full of cheese pizza.

“Tuh! Won’t ‘fend me none!” Kei sibilated once her high quality jewelry was removed and stored safely inside it’s organizer.

She opted her vintage Thierry Mugler frock for casual attire that was far less overstimulating, that being a graphic camisole top and a pair of loose fit denim shorts in which she had to fold the band over in order to keep them up on her waistline for the time being. She slipped her pedicured feet inside her green Marni Sabot mules with a very high priority of showering straight after dinner before retreating to the bathroom to rid her face of any makeup.

She was in the midst of drying her face with a few disposable Bounty quilted napkins when an obnoxious crash could be heard coming from the living room area, causing for her to pause all action completely. She thought nothing of it in that spare moment of silence, resuming with her nightly regime, chalking it up to being nothing more than Lamar’s ass horseplaying around with Isaiah, per usual, until it came to her name being shouted by Lamar, despair lacing his tone. She was sure on disposing the used napkins before rushing to his aide with her heart in her throat.

Kei knew something was off that night. Her intuition led her to believe so, and the blood smearing on the open door, staining Tec’s hands and all tracing back to the once white T-shirt of Tyree that was then soiled in it further proved that she should’ve stuck with her first instinct instead of putting her faith in his. She couldn’t bare the thought of losing another.

“TYREE!” Kei shouted unto him, knees collapsing at his side by the leather sofa in which his tremoring body was then laid upon. “Tyree...” She whimpered, tucking her quivering bottom lip between her teeth only momentarily as a tear fell from the tip of her tinted nose. She wasn’t afraid to get her hands or attire dirty when carefully going to bring his body closer to hers. She assumed the only way they’d receive any explanation on this at all was if they’d remain calm while going about it. “Tyree, baby, tell me what happened. Who did this to you, hm? C’mon...” She sniffed, damp forehead falling against his as she caressed his face for comfort though it did anything but that. “Please talk to me, baby. Just... Please!” She wept, losing patience as he convulsed within her arms.

By this time within the night, Tyree’s 6′2″ frame had succumb to severe pain due to the gunshot wounds that penetrated his shoulder and side. The amount of blood he had lost from the train station to right there on the sofa had him feeble and delirious. He could barely distinguish illusion from reality. A desperate cry for help would only resort in more blood being spilled, so was there even a point in entertaining the thought of it? If this were his fate then he was damn sure accepting of it.

“Tec, what happened tonight?!” When Kei couldn’t pry the answers from her boyfriend, she instead found herself inquiring the next person in line for the job. Her glossy eyes fell on Tec who paced at the center of the living room, bewilderness set into his expression as the events that took place well over an hour ago still played out in his head on a constant loop.

His blood-stained hands trembling with panic as he skillfully attempted to ignite the backwood tucked between his lips even in the condition of an sprained wrist. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around how none of them seen it coming, and on the other hand, he couldn’t help but to place blame on himself with how Tyree and Soldier ended up. So many “If’s” and “Maybe’s.” If only he had took his own truck instead of pooling with Soldier that night, it would’ve bought them more time to escape the Jakes with him. He could’ve gotten Tyree home much more quicker than what the train had, not to mention them having to walk blocks from the crime scene in order to catch that.

“Shit, I don’t know, Kei!” Tec bellowed in agitation once pulling the blunt from his lips, halting his pace only momentarily in order to gather his thoughts. “We was only supposed to be hittin’ The Heights to celebrate T’s win tonight. Couple bottles, some sesh, a few bitches, y’know? The usual. Shit took a left turn in Soldier’s whip once we found out them opp niggas was following us from the venue. Ra had to have been wit’ them niggas—”

“Ra?! As in Raphael?!” Lamar interrogated, head jerking back and eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Nah, no way.”

“Nigga, I’m tryna tell your ass, Ra was wit’ them niggas! Who the fuck else you think was bustin’ shots in T’s direction first?! In the front seat of our whip, at that?!” Tec sniffed, swiping his thumb beneath his frigid and tinted nose in anger by use of his dominant hand. “I saw the shit myself! Next thing you know, an old school Cadillac Coupe DeVille that them niggas was rollin’ in pulls up next to us and starts firing more shots. We all ended up crashin’ somewhere on 125th and Lex, but it ain’t end there. Tyree called himself hopping out to go after them niggas... Alone. Meanwhile, I’m left to tend to Soldier even though I’m just as fucked up as he is at that point,” He took a swift pull from his blunt, his vacant eyes wide open and set on nothing in particular as he went to close out his story. “I’m still not even a hundred percent sure what went down in that station earlier, shit, I’m not even sure if I want to know. I’ll let T tell y’all that part. All I do know is that Ra’s on the run, Soldier’s in the slammer and we out here.”

“Soldier’s in holding?” Kei questioned empathetically as if that had been the only statement she excerpted from his vent.

“Ain’t no fuckin’ way half these niggas jumped ship, Soldier’s in the can and we out here outnumbered, crippled or damn near dead! Let’s get Tyree to the nearest hospital so that we can go get back at them niggas!”

“Nigga, are you dumb, stupid or slow?! Did you not hear what the fuck I just said?! The streets is mad hot right now for any of us, that including Kei! It was mad surveillance cameras in that one spot. The best we can do right now is lay low ‘til it all blows over.”

“What?! And let him bleed out?!” Lamar questioned, extending his arms out in the direction of Tyree.

“I feel like you got somethin’ you wanna say, Lamar...” Tec stated, walking up on Lamar.

“You guys, is now really the best time for all this?” Kei questioned softly.

“Fuck that. I’m makin’ a housecall to Dr. Moore. He’ll clear all this shit up. C’mon, Zay. You ‘on’t need to be seeing all this.” Lamar stated, grabbing the back of Isaiah’s neck in a brotherly manner once he was in close proximity of him before they would both make their way to the back of the apartment.

“Yeah, you call that strung out ass nigga. I’m headin’ to the rooftop. I need some fuckin’ air.” Tec announced, slamming the door on his way out and leaving Kei on her lonesome.

Flatbush，Brooklyn

A very eager and even more anxious Jasper Valentine sat positioned in genuflect as he laced his Adidas with unsteady hands before his own son who laid fast asleep and bundled within the comfort of his own car seat warmer, on the porch of none other than the Lewis’.

It was well past midnight and New York had hit it’s lows as far as the fall weather was concerned which would explain their hefty getups, but Jasper had deep meaning to go a lot further in his.

“Ay, little man, it’s daddy here,” Jasper glanced down at his five-month-old son’s full face for what could potentially be the last time, his NUK brand pacifier being latched on sporadically throughout the infant’s deep slumber. “I realize... I realize that you’re far too young to comprehend just what I’m about to tell you, but I feel as though I at least owe that to ya dukes since your grandparents couldn’t exactly do the same when it came to us. I’m going away for a minute. Going to find your Titi Kei along with your Tío Antonio. It’s uncertain to me on just how long we’ll actually be away or if we’ll even be returning at all with the way things are lookin’ right now, but the really dope part about all this, is that you’ve got angels in your corner, ready and willing to protect you at any given cost, that including your abuela, your madre and even ya Tía XiXi, so you be a good boy for them ‘til papi gets back, hm? And just remember, no matter what happens after tonight, I love you, Joie Valentine. Never will stop lovin’ you.” He kissed his teeth with a wink, giving his son a gentle chin check that caused the infant to slightly stir in his sleep before standing to his feet and going to adjust the strap of the brimming The North Face jester backpack on his right shoulder which so happened to be considered Joie’s makeshift diaper bag since birth as well.

His right hand latched onto the handle of Joie’s car seat before finally facing towards the front door of the Lewis’ Flatbush brownstone and proceeding to ring the doorbell with whatever pride he had left in him.

Mrs. Lewis’ dainty stature would soon appear at the interior craftsman doors of the vestibule of her brownstone in a satin bonnet while tying her terry cloth bath rope closed over her muumuu nightgown with her eyes halfway closed shut.

“Jasper,” The elder woman exhaled deeply in relief, bringing the young man into her tight embrace almost as if she hadn’t been expecting his company. He would’ve done the same if it weren’t for him clutching on the handle of Joie’s car seat as well as the strap of his diaper bag. “Thank God you made it here safely,” She pulled back, clasping her hands together before bringing them up towards her full lips as she batted her natural lashes in his direction. “How you been holding up?”

“I’ll be at ease once I know Kei’s back home safe,” Jasper stated, a little hostile than he probably initially intended. This all stemming from their very first encounter with the police. Seemed as if everyone had questions, but no one had answers, so he was setting out to find them on his own. “Look, Mrs. Lewis, I... I just wanted to personally thank you for doing me this solid again. I really don’t know how me and mines would’ve even made it this far without the support of you and yours. The Tsangs included.”

“Jasper Valentine, there’s no need to thank me,” She insisted, grabbing at both of his brawny upper arms. “You just thank the Lord above for binding us together in trying times such as this and for giving you the strength and protection to carry on day to day, you hear?” Her fingers slipping beneath his chin affectionately in order to lift his head up in confidence so that they were seeing eye to eye had him smiling through the pain. “The only thing you need to do for me is to be sure Kei gets home safely, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” He nodded his head in agreement. “And I know you didn’t ask for anything in return, but I still left $500 in cash, my EBT card and the keys to the apartment in Joie’s diaper bag just in case I don’t make it back in time and he ends up needing more clothes, diapers, formula or anything else for that matter. I know you’ll be checkin’ in on mi abuelo as well though he’s pretty self-sufficient, but just in case, his SSDI check comes in on the third of each month and that’s usually what we’ll use to pay the rent with after getting his necessities.”

“I know you’re good for it, baby,” Mrs. Lewis assured, taking Joie as well as his diaper bag from his possession around the same time Antonio made an appearance at the vestibule in his coordinating black assemble. Boy, was she a strong woman to be her early sixties. “Now you two go and find your sister. I’ll be praying!” She shooed the young adults away from her stoop.

They would get halfway down the street before they’d open their mouths to say anything.

“You never told me where we’re headin’ first.” Antonio stated, lacing his favorite range of metallic silver Nike Air Force Foamposite Pro sneakers.

“We’re going to see a man about a horse.” Jasper informed nonchalantly, not willing to make further conversation than that as he would yank the hood of his pullover over his freeform locs at the signal of the crosswalk light.

Bloomingdale，New Jersey 3：16 AM

Jasper and Antoino’s excursion from the gutters of Flatbush, Brooklyn to the suburbs of Bloomingdale, New Jersey by use of the Q train was a straight shot that only took a two-hour duration if you included the bus rides in between. Their destination of the night was on the porch of a three-bedroom townhome complex located in a predominantly residential area. To say that they both felt every bit of out of place, especially dressed in all black while being Black, at this time of night, was an understatement, but they both knew that they were there to serve a greater purpose, so there was really was no use in turning back at that point in time. Plus the Rap music pumping from the inside told them otherwise. This had to have been a safe space.

“Yo, bro, just a reminder that when we get inside, let me do most of the conversing. Remember I told you on the train ride here that I’ve known these cats since high school and how they ain’t too fond of new people comin’ ‘round.” Jasper forewarned, ringing the doorbell to the townhome as instructed before stepping back to where Antonio stood, carelessly rolling his preferred strain of sour diesel into a fronto leaf just to calm his nerves since he couldn’t find the time to do so earlier.

“I gotchu, bro.” Antonio reassured, not even bothering to glance in his direction as the panel door before them flew open without even so much as an interrogation on their identities while standing on the opposite side, a thick fog of marijuana smoke following shortly after. Their choice in the likes of Baby Keem’s discography weren’t as muddled then with the door being wide open. They could make out every word being shouted within the sidebar conversations of those who occupied the living room area inside. Though it seemed too late within the night to be making plans to go anywhere far.

They could only guess who actually answered the door for them as their eyes fell onto a kid, no older than eight years old and evidently of mixed race just by the loose curl pattern of his untamed natural, standing in the doorway in Marvel thermal long johns and crew socks while rubbing his puffy eyes in closed fists.

“Ay, little man, your parents—” Jasper began to interrogate the boy on his parents whereabouts when the answer came stumbling into view.

“Blaze,” Though clearly inebriated, the woman was courteous enough to hiccup into her fist before clutching onto the door for some stability. “What’ve I told you ‘bout opening my door without permission from me or your dad, huh?!”

“Sorry, mommy...” Blaze sulked with his head hung low.

“There won’t be a “Sorry” next time. I’ma just start putting a belt to your ass, how ‘bout that?! Huh?! Now go to bed like I asked! You know good and dang on well you not supposed to be up at this time of night!”

“Yes, ma’am.” Blaze remained courteous throughout his mother’s dispute, turning on his heels to retreat to his bedroom, her eyes following him every step of the way.

“I’m sorry ‘bout that. These ki— Jasper?!” The young mother would cock an eyebrow, an inviting smirk ghosting her full lips as her hands fell to her waist at the sight of an old friend.

“Shawnee, hey,” Jasper greeted once coming to realization of it being his former friend from high school as she reached out for a hug to which he happily accepted. “Long time, no speak. It’s good to finally see you again. That’s you?” He asked, referring to the kid who had seen himself up to his bedroom.

“Um, yeah,” She nodded once pulling away from him and going to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Me and Juul’s. I heard you had one too. Congratulations.”

“Why, thank you.”

“The fuck is Juul?” Antonio muttered, only expecting for Jasper’s ears to hear until the back of Jasper’s hand came flying into his solid chest, nearly knocking the wind from him and the blunt from out his hand.

“Um, this is my brother-in-law, Antonio, but we call him Juice. I bought him along fo’ the ride.You think Juul’ll mind?”

“Course not. He’s been expecting your company, actually,” She stated, stepping aside to give them access to the townhome. “Upstairs, first door on your left.”

“Thank you.”

The duo would enter the townhome with great precaution, moving with stealth as they passed the kitchen, dining and living room areas that housed two more beautiful women— One sporting a bleached pixie cut and the other sporting a side swoop— Who indulged in their choice of marijuana or liquor while sparking up a conversation on the company as they passed by in order to reach the staircase.

They were hardly able to make it past the threshold of their designated bedroom within the townhome without firearms being pointed in their direction, causing for them to throw their hands up in defense.

“Yo, Juul, Paris, Sol? Chill! It’s just me, Jasper, from prep school, remember?” Jasper sputtered with his chest heaving as the trio hesitated to lower their weapons. He pondered on if this paranoid behavior came routine for the three, especially with a child being involved. Surely, these weren’t the same people he once considered running with back in prep school.

“Shit, Jasper,” Juul exhaled, running a clammy hand down his speckled face before being the first of the three to lower his weapon, surprisingly. “You gotta speak up next time. We almost blew your damn lid off,” He drawled, his ocean blue eyes scanning the room to catch his two colleagues still in defense mode. “They good.”

“They ain’t good ‘til I say they are,” Paris stated, glancing back at Juul.

Sol was an exchange student deriving from Japan at their time of prep school. He verbally spoke a lick of English and was more on the mute side either way which lead other people to push their own narratives about who he was as a person. Except for Paris. Paris was patient, ready and willing to protect Sol at all costs, study his culture and vice versa, so Sol would always feel the need to coincide with him, good or bad. They were the true definition of yin and yang. Before The Notorious 3 were even established, there was Paris and Sol, bonding over their passions for hypebeast fashion and music.

“I know that’s Jasper, but who the fuck is this Mr. T lookin’ motherfucker to the left of him? Nobody sent for him.”

True, Jasper thought.

He should’ve asked before stringing him along. He knew that they kept a knit operation and an outsider could cost them everything, so he couldn’t really blame them for being cautious.

“This is my brother-in-law, Antonio. We call him Juice. He’s just here lookin’ for the same answers as me, man.” This statement evidently put everyone’s racing minds at ease, causing for Paris and Sol to finally lower their weapons before Jasper and Antonio did the same with their hands.

“You should ask next time.” Paris suggested.

“No doubt.” Jasper agreed, hesitantly going to take a seat in the loveseat alongside Antonio.

“Y’all mind if I light this joint?” Antonio asked, making himself comfortable by removing his Supreme brand backpack before holding his fronto up to their eye level to prevent further suspicion.

“Yeah, man, knock yourself out.” Juul approved, taking a rip from his own form of antidepressant which so happened to be a vape.

“Now that the dust has settled, can we get down to business on my sister’s whereabouts?” Jasper inquired, irritation evident within his tone as he clasped his hands together.

“Course, bro. That’s what we’re all here for, right?” Juul stated with no particular response. “You know I’ve never beat around the bush with any of y’all, so I’ma just come right out and say that the reason the cops couldn’t find Kei is because she’s now apart of an underground street fighting ring.”

“She’s what?!” Jasper exclaimed in disbelief, leaping up from his place on the loveseat as if it would somehow obliterate the anger he’d been carrying all this time. He promised himself that he wouldn’t get riled up, no matter the circumstances that she were in, but he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that his baby sister had been engaging in an underground street fighting ring of some sort and how it only took Juul’s less than ten minutes to tell him so while it took the New York Police Department more than ten days to even identify XiXi’s lifeless body on a dead end street. They were useless! “Why y’all ain’t just tell me this shit on the phone earlier in the night, huh?! We could’ve been at these niggas’ spot!”

“Bro, don’t shoot the messenger, aight?! We just attended the spot earlier in the night after months of being absent from the scene. It would’ve been mad suspicious of us to go snatching Kei up without an actual plan in motion. Plus Kei didn’t seem to be in any immediate danger at that moment in time. What more do you want us to do?”

“To do your fuckin’ job, how ‘bout that?! Do exactly what I paid y’all to do! It’s not that fuckin’ hard!”

“And it ain’t that simple either, Jasper!” Juul’s reciprocated Jasper’s energy, pouncing up from his seat in the office chair before walking up on him. “And what you’re not about to do is come inside my crib and try to bitch me in front of our boys or my son while he’s lying in the next room! We beyond all this shit!” Being the bigger person out of the both of them, he gripped Jasper’s shoulder in order to compose him. “Look, I get your determination on getting your sister back home, Jasper, I truly do. I’d flip out if my sister was in a ring too, but you gotta keep in mind that these people we talkin’ ‘bout are just as lethal as us three, if not, more and on a much larger scale; therefore, we gotta be strategic on how we move.”

“Then what exactly is it that you suggest we do, Juul? ‘Cause I’m losing my patience. I’ll take them niggas on myself.” Jasper gritted, shooting daggers in his direction.

Truth be told, Juul hadn’t really had any particular plan in order. This was one of those plan-as-you-go situations, but he wasn’t about to let Jasper know that.

All previous tension within the room seemingly came to a standstill when all three of the women from earlier came bombarding the already crowded place with their inebriated spirits and the causes of them, sparing Juul some time to think this through.

Shawnee would stumble her way over to Juul before going to wrap her flimsy arms around his torso the best way that she could while her friend sporting the blonde pixie cut found a comfortable seat inside of Paris’ lap and the other replaced Jasper’s spot on the loveseat beside Antonio.

“Jasper, I’m sure you remember Shawnee,” Juul reintroduced his fiancée to his childhood friend as if they hadn’t already had the honor of doing so before he or Antonio had even stepped foot inside the townhome. “That’s Paris’ girlfriend, Phylum and their best friend, Angel, who’s pretty familiar with the underground scene, am I right, Angel?”

“Um, yeah,” Angel hesitated to answer, Seagram’s Escape Sangria wine cooler clenched within her hand. “Given I haven’t been in a few months.”

“That’s it!” Juul exclaimed, snapping his fingers.

“What’s it?” Jasper queried in irritation.

“Angel! We could use her as a decoy at the next street fight happenin’ at The Chop Shop in Queens! She can easily side with Kei, get the details on where they’re crashing at and from there, you and Juice’ll have y’all way on getting Kei out.”

Jasper didn’t know whether or not Juul’s plan was actually foolproof, but he didn’t think he had much of a choice at that point. He wasn’t familiar with that territory or it’s kindred, only Kei, so it was best to let him do his job, cause if the circumstances were up to him, he would’ve walked in, guns blazing over his sister.

“Aight, fuck it,” Jasper sighed out, giving in. “What’s the soonest you can get this all lined up?”

“Shit, tonight, but that doesn’t change the fact that the next street fight ain’t scheduled ‘til the end of the month.”

“Ain’t no sense in wasting time then. Let’s make it happen.”

“I’m on it, bro. You got my word.”

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 AUTHOR’S NOTE⠀⦂⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀Just to make one thing perfectly clear，I came up with Juul’s name way before this episode of Euphoria aired. I’m talkin’ year ‘20，so don’t even try me，ma’am. I’ll hopefully be seeing y’all the top of next year with a new chapter if my job and other hobbies don’t interfere with that，fingers crossed! Love y’all! Thank y’all for tuning in wit’ me. 'Til next time.⠀⠀⠀‘’

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ziggy baitinger as 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄

⤷ occupation：juul and shawnee’s biological son

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀jasmine cephas jones as 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐄〝𝐍𝐄𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄〞

⤷ occupation：juul’s fiancée and blaze’s biological mother

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀jada pinkett smith，circa ‘95 as 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐌

⤷ occupation：paris’ long-term girlfriend

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀meagan good, circa ‘06 as 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋

⤷ occupation：shawnee and phylum’s girlfriend

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀angus cloud as 𝐉𝐔𝐔𝐋

⤷ occupation：1╱3 of the notorious 3

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⤷ occupation：2╱3 of the notorious 3

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[pakoraho]

Sage’s HEEL

EXCLUSIVE ACCESS | Meet the Cast

SYLEST & HAWTHORNE AMADEUS spotted leaving TRUST in Downtown Detroit

[tamsong]

hey you convinced me to read homestuck so your hearing this

I’m currently reading through the summary of what’s happened so far (maybe the first one, idk if there will be more) and I’m at the part where it’s discussing Jade but right before discussing jade’s dream stuff

so from what it seems like jade may be from the future???

So basically if the trolls weren’t lying we know that the people in exile (or whatever they’re called, wayward vagabond & co.) are supposed to save the post-apocalyptic earth after it was turned into a wasteland

and from what it seems like the crater on the island jade lives on might be the crater from john’s house after it blew up??

im just know thinking of this but on the digital map showing when/where all the meteors would land there was on heading towards a spot in the Pacific Ocean. It was the biggest by far, and also blue, signifying it wouldn’t land for awhile.

We can infer that the second biggest was heading towards Dave’s house, and Jade is said to live in the Pacific Ocean, so the biggest was probably towards her house

but what if the blue didn’t mean the meteor wouldn’t land for a few hours or days after the time the digital map was being viewed?

what if it meant it wouldn’t land for hundreds of years?

Wait a sec as I’m typing this in realizing that John lives on the east coast and not an island in the Pacific Ocean

I could say that maybe over a large period of time and meteor and/or explosion interference caused the land that John’s house was on to break off from the continent of America and drift down but that would take like ten thousands, hundred thousands, or even millions of years to happen and is kind of an excuse.

the rest of my theory/evidence still stands though. I do know this series is not afraid to include time loops and paradoxes so.

TL;DR : I think Jade is from the future, after the exile crew (yes I’m calling them that) healed the post-apocalyptic earth.

there’s probably a bunch of holes and problems with this theory but uhhhhh just be nice about it idk

Confession time. I’ve had these asks in my inbox but never answered them because i have a dark truth i’ve been hiding: I never actually finished homestuck or even got that far. most of my homestuck knowledge comes from a combo of video essays, tumblr, and fanfiction. I’m sorry i’ve given you the impression that i’ve finished the comic. THAT BEING SAID, the guilt i feel from misleading you is slowly pushing me into wanting to actually read the whole damn thing this time

[ingeniousmindoftune]

Who I’m wanting to write about

1. Dave East

2. Another Rio fic

3. Manny Montana

4. Oscar Diaz

5. Julio Macias

6. Method Man

7. Henry cavill

8. Michael B Jordan

9. Yahya Abdul MANTEEN II

10. Other black actors.

11. Lil Meechie

12. Sebastian Stan

13. Chris Evans

14. Jason Momoa

15. Roman Reigns

16. Uso Twins

17. The Rock

18. Lenny Kravitz

And more

[essaysbyciara]

@essaysbyciara x archive/masterlist

Peace, family! First, welcome to this here Tumblr! Secondly, did I say “what up?!” I’ve accumulated a gang of new followers (again, heeyyyyyyyyy!) so I wanted to put together a masterlist of all of my writing stuffs on this here app. 

I do chapter fanfic and shorts about love, relationships and the BS that comes with it. I specialize in what the streets have called “smut thoughts”; I don’t write smut but I get somewhat close to the line so if you’re looking for an alternative to smut fic, I might be your girl. I typically write about whatever fine-ass Black man is warming my spirits at the moment. Right now, I’m lusting over Trevante Rhodes, Y’lan Noel,  Michael B. Jordan (and Killmonger), Yahya Abdul-Mateen II and Dave East.

Enough with the intros ... below is my stuff. I’ll update with every new work. Peace and blessings. 

THY NEIGHBOR [COMPLETE] Trevante Rhodes/Y’lan Noel; Michael B. Jordan, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II (recurring)

Thy Neighbor tells the story of two neighbors, Trevante and Ciara, who meet after a moment of tragedy. As their friendship - and maybe more -- blossoms, Ciara wonders if she can keep up with her new love life -- and her vow of celibacy. 

[Chapter 1][Chapter 2][Chapter 3][Chapter 4][Chapter 5 + 6][Chapter 7 + 8][Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11][Chapter 12] [Chapters 13 + 14][Chapter 15] [Chapter 16] [Chapter 17][Chapters 18 + 19] [WATTPAD]

THY NEIGHBOR II: LOVIN’ THE CREW [COMPLETE] Trevante Rhodes/Y’lan Noel/Winston Duke; Michael B. Jordan, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II (recurring) 

Ciara and Trevante’s journey continues with cameos from her past and maybe her future. 

[Prologue] [Chapters 1 + 2] [Chapters 3 + 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapters 7 + 8] [Chapters 9 + 10] [Chapters 11 + 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapters 14 + 15][Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapters 19 + 20] [Chapter 21] [WATTPAD]

IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME [IN PROGRESS] Nebraska “Brasco” Williams (Trevante Rhodes)

It may be time to create some new memories with your old high school crush. 

SOUNDTRACK | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

OLD HABITS DIE HARD [COMPLETE] Yahya Abdul-Mateen II/Dave East

Last summer, you and Dave, a friend of the family and “guy from the neighborhood”, had a sweet-and-sexy fling. Things end abruptly and in the weeks that followed, you would meet Yahya, a civil rights attorney and later your fiance. Now it’s time for him to meet the family and a reunion with Dave looms in the horizon. What could go wrong? 

SYNOPSIS | PART ONE: DAYS BEFORE | PART TWO: JUST BE GOOD TO ME | PART THREE: RECOGNIZE THE BUTTERFLIES | PART FOUR: DOWN THE STAIRS AND TO YOUR LEFT| PART FIVE: JUST KNOW | PART SIX: JUST & RIGHTEOUS | PART SEVEN: BACKSEAT | PART EIGHT: WEAK IN THE KNEES | PART NINE: STUCK IN MY WAYS | PART TEN: LOVE NO LIMIT | WATTPAD

(1) NEW MESSAGE [COMPLETE] Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

“But this one gives a damn about me but doesn’t want to meet me in person because, I think, he doesn’t want anything to do with a woman that looks like me. And it’s all conjecture and it kills me. He doesn’t even know me.” 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

LAYTON ROAD: A KILL x READER SERIES [COMPLETE]  Erik “Killmonger” Stevens

He’s known to you -- and Instagram -- as ‘Kill’. A double-tap and a DM introduces you to Erik.

FIREWORKS | BIRTHDAY CANDLES | STEAM | NEON SIGNS | GREEN LIGHT | RED LIGHT SPECIAL | DARKNESS INTO LIGHT

SHORTS

YOU AIN’T HER; Erik “Killmonger” Stevens (Michael B. Jordan) | PART TWO | PART THREE

 You can tell that Erik loves his girlfriend. But she ain’t here right now. So why do you care? 

ME & HIS OLD SCHOOL; Inspired by Big KRIT

The cars swerve slow, swang and crawl. Enough time to peep who’s in the captain’s seat.  Enter Justin. 

PLAYING GAMES; Erik “Killmonger” Stevens (Michael B. Jordan)

Honestly, you’ve been dreaming for Erik to push all of your buttons. 

RED AND GREEN SPRINKLES; Erik “Killmonger” Stevens (Michael B. Jordan)

Erik doesn’t want to be alone on Christmas Eve and he can sense through your tone that you feel the same way.

FRESH MEAT; Erik “Killmonger” Stevens (Michael B. Jordan) 

You have a thing for the neighborhood butcher. 

THE NERVE; DeCourcy Ward (Aldis Hodge) 

You’re in a work meeting. DeCourcy can’t stop texting you. What could go wrong? 

ATTENTION WH*RE; Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

You and and your husband, Yahya, have a beautiful morning routine. 

HAPPINESS OVER EVERYTHING’ (H.O.E); Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

Yahya knows he’s a slide but he’s not having it. 

ROOM FOR TWO; Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

Your favorite seat inside of your neighborhood coffee house is taken but you’re not mad at its thief. 

[vixen-fiction]

Letter to the Little Girl Lost.

This story is about a girl.

A young child, a flower not yet turned wild

Sometimes motherless, always fatherless and abandoned on her island. Soon brought to a strange new land. Her mother returned to take her to this new home, some man who was unknown.

Time went on and the girl became unhappy, withdrawn. She was interrupted, disrupted, corrupted, disgusted. Who knew what she’d turn into? What can you do when you’re own mother, flesh and blood grooms you...

At the age of eight, sex shouldn’t be on any child’s brain. Yet it was for Farrah.

A battered and opened wound, torn to become an infection more aggressive than cancer, similar to HIV.

The little girl had an epiphany. Love doesn’t hurt, love doesn’t rape, love doesn’t make you bleed. It isn’t supposed to. How exactly do you break away? How can you feel free? What’s it like? To live without your demons rotting you to the core?

Here is the story of a little girl now a woman. A woman who is broken, with many flaws, but maybe now.. she can heal and learn to love. Love not another but herself, a child, no longer running wild.

This is just the beginning..of a story where a butterfly with torn and tattered wings learned to fly again.

This is a letter to self, to that little girl who’s life was shattered by those she was supposed to trust. That little girl is me.. I love you

With love,

Farrah B, better known as Zuri. 🦋

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[askeletonintheclosetfic]

The one with flaming hair and painted roses

November 24, 1986. 

Wow, what a DAY!

First of all, we met Jason over breakfast. He's this tall, long haired boy with a big beaming smile on his face. He was so nice to the three of us, and to Clara in particular. He, like Frankie and Charlie, called her an inspiration from her blindness and her willingness to make art in spite of it all.

He and Ceecee got to talking about guitars and bass, and he mentioned about the previous band he played in called Flotsam and Jetsam.

“Came down to Phoenix and everything,” he noted as he picked at his scrambled eggs. “They just so happened to be there and needed a bassist by the time my other band broke up.”

“Wow!” she declared. “So you too got quite the lucky break.”

“Yup, played my last show with them on Halloween and came on board with Metallica on the eighth. Cheers—” He lifted his coffee mug for a toast to her.

Next, we were at rehearsal afterwards, and we set up our acoustic guitars for our tiny set within this large auditorium. It's not that large—Scott told me it houses two thousand at the most—but it's the most Ceecee and I have performed in front of. We're going to be sitting on a pair of stools with microphones in front of our mouths and propped upon our guitars. It's the most people I'm going to be singing in front of. All I can think of is how Joey and James do it every night. I just need to think of them the whole time. Charlie painted us a little black crescent moon next to a bright red heart on a stretched white square canvas to act as our temporary moniker. I propped it up against a black vase holding three violets on a narrow table between us. Clara suggested we buy some incense while we're on the road to add a little more nuance to our set.

As we congregated there in the middle of our small stage with our guitars resting in our lap, Lars strode on over to us with his arm around a tall gentleman, much taller than him.

He towered over us in fact, with his long wavy fiery red hair, snug leather jacket, and fitted skinny jeans with holes in the knees.

He introduced himself as Dave. Dave Mustaine.

The front man of his own band Megadeth after he was fired from Metallica.

Apparently he's living in a ramshackle shanty town of sorts near Central Park, but he hitched a ride over here to Rhode Island because he heard Black Moon is touring with his old band mates Metallica. He also overheard some acoustic guitars playing while walking by the back door so he couldn't help but poke his head in.

He's another one with bit of an odd twinkle in his eye, kind of Joey. But Joey's more boyish and a total kid at heart whereas Dave looks like he wants to protect the both of us.

He sat there next to us as we performed Heart's “Straight On” for him and it coaxed a nodding of the head out of him.

“What do you think?” I asked him.

“You girls definitely have somethin' going,” he told us. He pointed at me. “What'd you say your name was again? Charlotte?”

 (Charlotte's note: HA!)

 “Chris,” I corrected him.

“Chris! Yeah, I like how you have this kinda—melancholic lounge singer quality to you. The chanteuse, I wanna call it. Like if you didn't have a guitar on you, you could probably be in a night club with a nice slinky dress on. Very retro. Like Lars told me your influences, but it makes me think of the Great Depression era in a vage sort of way. Those early, early folk singers.”

I didn't dare tell him about the King of Hearts and the possibility of Ceecee and me getting our bodies sliced up from the chest outward. Maybe that explained it.

And then the third thing was our dinner together with the guys from Overkill and Nuclear Assault. It was an awful lot of people crowded into that tiny buffet room, especially since we all were hungry after a long day of rehearsal and technical set up for Black Moon's intimate set to play before Anthrax's rambunctious one.

Joey, Frankie, Ceecee, Clara, and I all sat on the edge of the room next to Bob from Overkill, who's basically Joey with light skin and blond hair, and Danny from Nuclear Assault, who gave up his seat for Clara when he saw the cane in her hand.

Joey turned to me for a second and told me to watch over his plate with my life for a second. He wove through the crowd and disappeared into the hallway. I craned his neck to see where he went.

“Where'd Joe Mama go?” Danny asked me in a joking manner as he stood before us with his plate resting in his one hand.

“Dunno,” I confessed to him with a laugh and a shrug of my shoulders, “he just said to look over his food for a minute—”

“Here he comes!” he declared right before he took another bite of quiche Lorraine. “I recognize his standard poodle hair.”

Joey emerged from behind two guys from Overkill—I forget their names. I'll learn everyone's names come Christmas.

But he emerged from behind them cradling a bouquet of white roses with speckles of crimson red on the petals.

“Okay, these were supposed to be white roses—but there's some red on them, though?” he told me as he handed it to me.

“Aw, Chris, you lucky girl!” Ceecee declared. I set the plates aside so I could stand to my feet and take the roses. I put my free arm around his slender body. I didn't know what to say to him other than the breathy “thank you—you are so sweet” into his ear.

“You're a gentleman, Joe,” said Frankie once he let go of me to give him and Bob a couple of high-fives.

It took me to return to the room a little bit ago for me to realize the red speckles are blood. I smelled them and picked up that faint ferric smell over the fresh one.

My boy gave me roses, albeit deadly painted ones.

[oklcmc]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓 ❪chapter cuatro：stockholm？❫ [𝟏𝟖+]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀I’m having NIGHTMARES from SLEEPIN’ with THE ENEMY how do we REVERSE the CHEMISTRY？⠀〞 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✱ Keri Hilson — Energy ❪2009❫

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 WORD COUNT：4，205

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 PAIRING：street fighter!black!male oc ❪keith powers❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪kelis rogers，circa ‘99❫

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 FOREWARNING：This chapter will contain use of strong language，verbal and mental abuse，angst，violence and infidelity. Read at your own discretion.

Staten Island, New York · Monday, September 5 6:30 AM

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐊𝐄𝐈 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄

ㅤㅤㅤ“𝕿HAT WAS GOOD. REAL GOOD, baby girl. All I'm gonna ask is that you put more pressure onto the heel of your palm and rotate your wrist a bit more when driving forward on your next set of strikes, alright?"

"Yeah," I nodded my head in agreement, my dainty hands which were securely clad in Everlast brand cotton hand wraps rested at my exposed hips while my high-top AMBUSH x Converse Chuck 70's dragged against the soiled vinyl tarp of the boxing ring's canvas multiple times. "Yeah, I can do that."

My chest heaved, sweat beads forming at the hairline of my now frizzy stitch braids, the bridge of my broad nose, the double-curve of my upper lip, my collar bone and stomach. The training session had gotten so intense that sweat saturated the hem of my compression shorts and matching sports bra.

The only noise being generated were those of the ribbons tied to the vent screens mounted throughout the gymnasium by rusted chains, blowing in recycled air, my own heavy breathing and Cassie's 2006 debut single "Me & U" playing on the intercom system at a low volume. The suspended LED panel light above us did this heat just about no justice at all.

We had been at it, at the crack of dawn for fifteen days straight in Stapleton Athletics which was something I was hardly getting adjusted to. The operation was below street level, the atmosphere was damp, poorly lit and reeked of Davy Jones' locker. It was owned by a hardbody that went by the name of Henry Rollins. He was infamous for being short-tempered with the men, but he was pretty sweet on me in a non-sexual kind of way though Tyree told him otherwise. He had taught me how to channel all my pent-up frustrations through a punching bag in our short span of being acquainted.

"Yeah, and quit bobbing and weaving around the ring like a fucking tube man each and every time your opponent goes to land a punch. This ain't slapboxing. Henry tell her like you tell us, man." I cut my eyes in Tyree's direction whom stood at the skirts of the boxing ring, sporting a fleece Dope brand tracksuit set paired with white leather B-Troop high-top Balmain sneakers, his elbows propped up on the canvas. If looks could kill, he'd be one dead motherfucker!

It was like walking on egg shells these past sessions with him being present. With every kick, slap and punch I successfully landed, a sly remark had to follow. While his passion to have everything perfected by his deadline at midnight for this Soldier character was somewhat touching, it was also exhausting and triggering on my part. Not a moment passed where I wasn't on edge about what insult was coming next, whether it'd be verbally or even physically. Who knew one person could have that much power and authority to drive another past the point of insanity?

"So you'd rather for me to be bruised and battered than to rightfully protect myself?!" I scoffed, batting my natural eyelashes. "I-I don't get you, Tyree! I've done nothing but try and please you this past week, the least you could say is 'Thank you!'"

"Thank you?!" Tyree's head snapped in Henry's direction as he began to chuckle almost dauntingly, showcasing his gold open face fronts. "Now she wants notoriety?! Well here's your fuckin' notoriety, Kei! Thank you for believing that you were important enough to receive gratification!" He stalked the platform, spewing more heart clenching insults on his journey there. "Better yet, thank you for proving us right about how you're built off nothing but being weak! You can't even carry a baby to full-term, how on Earth did I expect for you to fight in a match?"

"Hey!" Henry shouted. "All of that was uncalled for! I really think you should apologize to the young lady."

"I-I can't work like this!" I stammered through tears.

"No!" Henry now shouted in my direction with his hand outstretched as if he wanted me to stay. Believe it or not, that had even caused me to flinch. "Tyree if you don't quit insulting my trainee inside my gymnasium while she's in session, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. You're creating a hostile work environment for her, and you of all people should know that I don't tolerate that shit! You want that kind of show, you carry your ass down to Sweatbox Brooklyn!"

"Me?!" Tyree exclaimed through his obnoxious snickering with both his hands placed on his chest for emphasis. "You want me to leave?! Aight, Henry, you got it," He nodded. "And go where? Hm?"

"Anywhere but here!"

"He can stay, I'll go." I approached either side of the dimgray ropes, preparing to limbo my way through them that is until Tyree intruded. "Where are you in a rush to? We're not even halfway through today's training session."

"I'm going to use the restroom and get a refill on my water bottle, or are you going to restrict me from doing that as well?" I pursed my lips, anticipating his response. "Thought so. Move out of my way, Tyree."

I successfully carried out my plan from earlier; escaping the ropes, leaping from the platform and retrieving my iridescent Louis Vuitton brand monogram keepall and filtered water bottle sitting over by the rusted metal lockers.

"Make it quick. Ain't nobody got time nor money to be wasting on your ass." Tyree shouted after me.

I chose to be the mature one out of the both of us and ignore him rather than give him the reaction he was so desperately seeking, seeing him spark a different discussion with Henry. Now would've been an ideal moment of escape with them being distracted, too bad the exit was located on the other side of the gymnasium. I grew pretty restless with the idea of escaping after the Denny's incident. It was evident that no one was searching for me and I wasn't looking to be found at this point. I had accepted my fate; I was here to stay.

I slung my keepall over my right shoulder before proceeding to unscrew the top to my filtered water bottle and approaching the water dispenser that was stationed by Henry's office. I was in the midst of discarding the lukewarm water inside the drip tray and refilling the bottle with cold water when overhearing Fox 5's breaking news broadcasting on the analog television inside of Henry's office.

"On the morning of Monday, August twenty-second the New York City Police department received a phone call from the Valentine residence on what is now considered the missing persons report of nineteen-year-old, Kei Valentine and XiXi Tsang. The 2016 metallic pink Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Sport which was owned by XiXi and used to chauffer the two around in the early hours of Sunday, August twenty-first was discovered in a vacant parking lot in Manhattan just near what was believed to be an nightclub engulfed in flames the same morning," The clip of the African-American detective— Whom went by the name of Detective Reed— standing at the podium of a press conference room with Mr. & Mrs. Tsang and members of my own family standing background, clad in custom memorial T-shirts of XiXi and I while comforting one another dramatically faded into a photograph of XiXi's Jeep Wrangler. "Since then we have conducted an extensive search party and as of today, September fifth the remains of nineteen-year-old, XiXi Tsang were discovered on a dead end street in Gowanus, Brooklyn while those of Kei Valentine have yet to be found. In these circumstances the missing persons report has now been overturned to an homicide investigation with no possible leads as of yet. We have reason to believe conspiracy was indeed involved..." A sentimental shot from an airbrush backdrop photo shoot XiXi and I took in our wife beaters, denim jeans and heavy gold jewelry dated only four Summers back at the Manhattan Mall appeared across the screen. A harsh reality check that I'd never see her face again.

For the first time in a week I felt sick on the stomach. Nauseated by the fact one group of human beings were inhumane enough to discard the remains of another on a dead end street. Was it not enough to riddle her delicate body in bullets?! Was giving her the proper burial too much to ask for?! If she couldn't have that then she and her family at least deserved some justice! I was her closest friend and I couldn't even bring her that!

"My name's Jasper Valentine. I'm Kei's oldest and only sibling," There my older brother stood at the press room's podium with a sleeping Joie held tightly in his arms. It looked as if he hadn't slept in ages. "Uh, starting the morning of August twenty-second, both we and the Tsang family noticed that XiXi and Kei had gone missing after a long evening of celebrating Kei's nineteenth birthday the previous day. Kei's phone was active at the time. Our text messages were being delivered and phone line was still trilling. After many failed attempts of trying to contact or trace her, the authorities were obviously called. My sister was a honors student who was well on her way to attending a new semester at Columbia University. There were no signs of my sister nor her best friend being in distress or followed. Though it was unfortunate what events have taken place with XiXi, I'm still holding on to whatever faith it may be that my baby sister is still out there somewhere, fighting for her life! Kei, if you're watching or even listening to this right now, HANG ON! Help is on the way!"

My hands trembled uncontrollably to the point where cold water escaped the rim of the bottle, causing me to lose grip of it. It hit the cement floors, completely shattering on impact. I hadn't bothered picking it up, seeing as though the damage had already been done.

I blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall. Every word my brother exclaimed was only driving me further away from that office. I soon found myself turning on my heels and sprinting with no real destination in mind until bumping into something solid.

"Woah. Where you off to so fast?" Tyree asked, grabbing a hold of my shoulders to keep me stilled.

"I wanna go home..." I spoke barely above a whisper.

"We're not even ha—"

"Take me home, Tyree! NOW!" I grimaced, snatching away from him and quickly going to wipe away the stray tears that once stained my face before making my way towards the exit.

I guess that he could sense that something was wrong being that he hadn't put up a fight with me. He could only bid Henry farewell.

"Aight, Henry, I'ma get up outta here. I'll keep you posted on what's new in the underground scene tonight."

"I'll be looking forward to it. Tell the girl I said: 'Best of luck!'"

"No doubt. Peace out."

Vinegar Hill, Brooklyn 8:56 AM

ㅤㅤㅤ𝕴 SAT COMPLETELY EXPOSED WITH the both of my knees pulled up to my breasts on the toilet lid of the forest green mosaic tile detailed bathroom I had been forced to familiarize myself with these past three weeks. The WoodWick candles burning on the back of the tank's lid were of no assistance when it came to lightening my damp mood and the cool water streaming from the bathtub's faucet wasn't enough to drown out the sounds of my constant sniffling, and that was pretty obvious hearing Tyree's heavy taps and pleads for entrance from the opposite side of the door.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒⠀⦂⠀bathroom.

I had completely contradicted myself by downplaying my family's allegiance towards me. I was well aware of all their commitment in locating me, whether dead or alive, but I wasn't willing to give the same energy in return. If I had, I would've at least attempted at dialing one of their numbers off the corded telephone sitting out on Henry's office desk, forewarning him of how I was forced into this lifestyle the moment we met or even screaming in that Denny's parking lot sometime last week.

I was conflicted to say the least. I wanted to return to my real home with my family, of course, but I wasn't willing to turn in Tyree in order to be granted the opportunity of seeing them again. From what little Bianca had explained to me throughout last week was that Tyree had a pretty rough upbringing which resulted in him always having to have his guard up or impulsively acting immoral towards others, including myself, at times. Sure, he'd jack me up a few times, intimidate me by use of his firearm or say insensitive things correlating to the trauma I'd endured, but no physical harm was truly done. I know that it's no excuse to even acting that way, but he was the only man who treated me with some sort of damn dignity throughout this whole captivation. He ensured that I was fed, accommodated somewhere other than someone's basement and well-kept before himself or anyone else for that matter. If I had been through only half the shit he's been through, I probably would've acted the same way. I was sparing my freedom for his and I believe that's what upset me the most.

I had finally collected myself enough to wipe away my own tears, stand up from that toilet lid and bring the faucet to a stop by turning it's cold nob.

"Ay," I could finally hear the obnoxious rattling of the doorknob that Tyree was causing clearly now. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but you know how I feel about locked doors. I'ma let it slide this time and give you enough time to pull yourself together, but don't let it happen again, Kei. Be ready by eight o'clock tonight."

I hadn't bothered responding or even asking where he was off to just as I had been doing the entire morning. I wasn't his woman so it wasn't my business no way. Instead I eased my aching joints inside the comfort of the ice bath before completely submerging myself in a recurring pipe dream of what was home in Harlem.

Corona, Queens 9:00 PM

ㅤㅤㅤ𝕿HE LIMIT, TO SUM UP, was a hole in the wall tavern. Amy Winehouse's "Stronger Than Me" played at a decent volume on the sound system as a variety of sports reruns broadcasted on the flat screen televisions mounted throughout the bar. Everything from the swinging saloon doors, to the chipped and hairline cracks in the grey plaster walls, to the ceiling fans, to the authentic longhorn wall mount, to the autographed grand auditorium guitar, to the jukebox, to the pool table, to the mechanical bull, to the fluorescent chicken sign screamed Southern hospitality.

If only I had gotten the theme of the party earlier, I probably would've dressed the part, but instead I stood clad in a light pink satin overbust corset top, the hip-hugging pencil skirt I designed myself that started off with amethyst sequins and cut off into a light pink cotton seam detail paired with my suede red Tom Ford Padlock Naked sandals. The purple mother of pearl disc pendant I had tied to a red wax cord created choker necklace while the rose quartz beaded and pink sapphire halo bracelets and the beryl green gemstones that climbed my earlobes and fingers all complimented the holographic beat and fresh stitch braids I managed to recreate after my ice bath.

I was practically an escort the way I had gotten dolled up only to accompany Tyree to these Chitlin' Circuit events that I was never too fond of to begin with, but he assured me that my position was far more important than what was previously stated with all those training sessions with Henry. If this was what my life was going to consist of from here on out, I had minus well made the best of it, so after placing my order of mild wings and my regular drink of Canada Dry ginger ale at the bar, I had excused myself from Tyree and Tec's conversation on the various woman stationed around the roadhouse in order to join Lamar, Bianca and a couple of RetcH's crew members by the pool table.

"So what's game and who's winning?" I put a little switch in my hips as I approached the table with my soda can in hand.

"The game is called mind the business that pays you!" Lamar grimaced unprovoked, posted with a wrist grab. "Yo, ain't that the reason you in this predicament now?"

"Hm," I pursed my lips in order to prepare myself for whatever I was about to spew out. "I'm in this predicament because your "Massa's" Klansmen thought—"

"What?! Massa?! Bitch, I ain't no damn slave!"

"Couldn't fool me." I smirked, taking a sip of my ginger ale as Bianca stepped in between us.

"Hey! Would you two lay off? You're gonna get Tyree going and I personally don't want to hear his mouth right now, not while we're off to a great start," She sighed. "Kei, the name of the game is cutthroat and—"

"You might want to come around this side of the table to better your chance at winning." One of RetcH's crew mates gloated, tracing his tongue along his custom diamond fronts while chalking up his pool cue stick.

"Well it's gonna take a lot more than some bling to impress a woman like me," I boldly circled my way around the pool table until I was standing directly in front of him. "So what they call you?" I wrapped my index and thumb finger around his cue before seductively giving it a nice stroke.

"The name's Torque, shit, but you can just call me Papi." He smirked, allowing his eyes to roam my backside when I went to lean back against the sturdy table.

"I wonder why."

"I can show you better than I can tell you," I had almost took him as a joke until he roughly grabbed my wrist, facing me towards the pool table before pinning me against it. "That's why." He whispered in my ear, causing me to giggle.

"Ay!" Tyree's voice carried throughout the saloon just as Bianca expected it to, ruining a perfectly good moment. "Kei your wings finished. Come eat."

"I'll eat when I get ready to, Tyree." I spoke softly.

Torque took his precious time when releasing my wrists and giving me enough space to sit up and adjust the straps of my girdle.

"I said—" Tyree was seconds away from charging at me until Torque stepped in.

"Ay, homeboy, she just said she'll eat when she's ready to. You hard of hearing or something?! Step!" Torque's Brooklyn accent was becoming thicker with each word spoken and I was honestly thrilled by the fact that two men were bickering over having my attention.

"No, but you're 'bout to be." Tyree sneered. That was literally all it took for Torque to snap his cue stick over Tyree's head and just that quick, a fight had been initiated.

They both willingly eased their way into what looked to be a circle pit of belligerent-starved bystanders. For them, this had been the peak they had been anticipating not just for tonight, but for months on end and the fellas seemingly shared a mutual understanding while I contemplated on tactics to disperse the fight before it could even start. For even I knew this situation was merely scratching the surface.

Torque set his first combination attack in motion with a spinning hook kick that drew Tyree back towards the jukebox where he momentarily swayed in a lethargic state. Torque took this moment of distraction to charge off into a back kick flip that had nearly drained the jukebox of it's energy had Tyree crashed into it but he instead regained consciousness enough to break Torque's grapple and head-butt him, causing to stumble back to the center of the room.

Tyree charged at Torque's direction with a closed fist straight to the jaw, the impact being enough to lay Torque out on the hardwood flooring with a loud thud. The crowd's howling amped Tyree enough to manipulate him into attempting his next move until Torque swept him off his feet. Now they had switch positions with Torque having the upper hand and Tyree instead taking the floor, but this hadn't lasted long seeing Tyree kick Torque into Tec's arms where he was immediately passed into a tight grappling hold.

Torque was receiving blows from both ends like a game of ping-pong. Tyree gripped Torque by the sides of his head, pulling him just a few feet forward so Tec had enough leg room to side kick Torque in his lower back. Torque's face practically fell into Tyree's knee then back into Tec's fist and back to Tyree's before hitting the floor once again.

Newcomers such as myself would've assumed the match was concluded, but the expertise knew there was more to be expected. A stillness seemingly overcame the ring as a boost of adrenaline rushed through Tyree's veins.

I watched in horror as Tyree bought a nearly unconscious Torque into a firm chokehold before using all his body strength to spin Torque past the point of woozy and breaking it by slamming him directly on his neck, snapping it on impact. Victory was without a doubt his.

"You just got owned, bitch!" Tyree sneered.

I started to approach Tyree about the whole incident until those of his crew, excluding Bianca, swarmed him in a frenzy. I couldn't help but to take notice in the woman with a beach blonde waterfall root unit whom, in the moment, had her tongue down Tyree's throat. She was dressed in a bizarre Shojono Tomo brand top that under lapped her furry hot pink bear hoodie, leopard print tights and hot pink Moon Boots. She was a little too animated for my liking, but whether real or fake, her ass made up for it. Everyone was seemingly comfortable with her being there, especially Tyree seeing that he was all over her like flies on shit, so it was evident that this wasn't her first time interacting with the group of men. I couldn't front as if I wasn't threatened by her presence, but I wasn't about to make it obvious.

My body tensed the moment Tyree caught my gaze. The group then began to move towards me in a shoal, Tyree and the mystery woman being hand-in-hand.

"Let that be a lesson to listen to whatever the fuck I tell you next time if you want what's best for you," I kept my head down the entire time, my sweaty hands clasping onto the pool table's perimeter as I leaned against it. There was nothing I could say. I literally felt as if I were shrinking under Tyree's shadow meanwhile his eyes shifted over to his bodyguard's. "Make sure she gets home safe tonight, aight?" I watched Tyree sneakingly slip half the earnings he had just made from the brawl between him and Torque into Lamar's hand when pulling him in for a friendly pound hug.

"Anything you say, Boss. You know I'm your guy." Lamar nodded, slipping his babysitting profits into the front pocket of his jeans. Even I could sense his bullshit from a mile away.

"Ugh, I can't stand that bitch!" Bianca exclaimed as we watched the group move towards the swinging doors of the exit.

"Who is she?" I quizzed, genuinely curious on knowing her name.

"Brooklyn. One of T's groupie jump-offs," She flicked her wrist in their direction. "But don't let this situation distract you from the real reason as to why we're all here. There’s still a war going on out there and it ain't going to win itself." She stated, still staring off into a distance.

"If you say so."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOU’LL DISCOVER...

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 CINCO⠀⦂⠀﹅ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 HATH NO 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘 LIKE A 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃. ﹅ 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HERE!

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A MONTH PRIOR 

Zeus did 180 mph down the highway when a childhood friend gave him the call about the shooting. He was confused that in retaliation for what he did Selena took it out on Azure. Being involved with the streets meant everybody you loved was in danger. Innocents died everyday because of gang violence, but AZ and him hadn’t been around each other heavily for anybody to take notice, or so he thought.

“What happened?”

He walked up to where the entire Mane family was standing and praying. Azure glanced up and looked up when she heard his voice, and just smiled. Hazel broke the circle, and headed his way. Her mind kept replaying the conversation she had with her girls to rough Selena up, and all she could think about was this being her fault. She grabbed Zeus’ arm and led him to a stairway.

“I just got the news, the boys ready.”

The demon deep rooted in Zeus was ready to go on a killing spree. There were countless times when Mama Mane fed, clothed, and even whooped his ass when he needed her to. That was his mama, and when things blew up with AZ she never stopped loving him. The person responsible was going to have to pay for this.

“Zeus just calm down.”

Hazel said hoping he’d realize anybody could be listening.

“Calm down? Fuck you talkin bout calm down. Dukes place just got shot up, and she up in here!”

Hazel realized he didn’t know the full news.

“She didn’t make it out the ambulance.”

A tear rolled down her face.

Zeus ceased to breath as everything around him seemed to stop. It struck his core, his foundation, his heart aggressively. The enemy took something from him once again. It was like deja vu, because this feeling wasn’t new.

Zeus’ real mother, Veronica was robbed and killed when he was fifteen. His world changed and he started to view the world different. It wasn’t until he had his daughter did he start to realize that love could exist for him, and that he had to keep the ones he loved safe, and he failed.

“What you mean?”

He was finally able to mutter some words that were coupled by tears.

“It was my fault.”

Hazel wasn’t making any sense to Zeus.

“I had my girls rough up Selena Santos, because she slept with Roman. This was her get back.”

Tears were flushing down Hazel’s face, because now it finally felt real and it hurt like a bitch. This was her doing.

Zeus on the other hand was still stuck on mama Neal dying, and then for her to throw on him that she was the cause fucked with his temper, but the only thing that saved her was the fact that she was crying.

“I hope that sits witcha dumb ass for the rest of your life. You go and do some dumb shit like that knowing everything that’s going on, are you fucking kidding me.”

He wanted to slapped the hell out of her.

“I guess she fucking missed.”

Zeus slung the door open and walked back out. There was so much going on in his head, but then he seen Azure and knew that she needed to be consoled rather than brought up on game. All she needed from him was a hug, and he wrapped his colossal arms around her.

PRESENT

Brooklyn was finally back home, and Zeus was able to spend time with her. His daughter gave him purpose, and kept him on the right track. He was off probation, and was finally able to start doing more for his family. It was like every other day he was either with his daughter, Azure, or the both of them. He was at the park with his daughter, and a few of her cousins enjoying the nice Harlem day.

After a few minutes passed a Irish Man walked over and sat next to him.

“She looks just like you.”

“I aint know you were making a stop by Vic.”

He said, keeping an eye on his daughter the entire time.

“I have to plan visits to see my family.”

“You have in the past.”

Vic was Zeus’ street pops, the one that taught him everything that he knew about the drug world, and how to survive in it. With his mom’s house getting shot up, and with it being Vic, Zeus knew he knew the real reason behind it.

“Well, times are different and I hear there’s been a war started with us, because of your right hand. Now, I hear Hazel fled before she could beg for forgiveness, so in return to end things with the Santos we handled her. Azure won’t be expecting to hear from her, so I hope she stops calling, because I would really hate to have to handle her to. As for you my son, the only reason why I’m not going to off you now is because I would hate for Brooklyn to have to grow up daddyless. Going forward the war is over, and you’re out. I’m doing this for her good, because they wanted your head too for the restaurant fiasco, but people like me and my bloodline runs deep in this business. Enjoy your day.”

Vic stood up and walked away. The threat clenched tight against his throat, and didn’t release him until Vic got up. The old him would have handled him, but he did have BK to look after. Nobody ever left the life unscathed, and that was a blessing all in itself.

“Let’s go get some food y’all.”

He stood up, ready to leave.

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