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americahasasuperstar · 9 months
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Bake ‘Em A Cake
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She couldn’t believe that she had to deal with yet another nosey neighbor. She had just got used to Bianca blasting music at all times of the night without a care in the world, and it was like God wanted to give her yet another challenge to deal with.
Bianca told her that the new neighbor they had came to her and told her to turn her music down. From the seems of it, he seemed to have enough sense to not be disruptive to the people in their small, very thin wall having, apartment building. She was wrong though. She could hear thump after thump above her as she tried to get some sleep for her next shift in 8 hours.
“Hello!”
She didn’t care if she was being a bitch by banging so loudly on his door when she could’ve easily been a normal person and knocked regularly. She kept pounding as hard as she could until the door finally open, and revealed something she did not expect. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked up and down at the man in front of her that was sweaty and shirtless and fine as fuck. She could’ve sworn she felt her heart skip a few beats but she quickly composed herself when she realized what had made her get out of the comfort of her bed and make her way to the floor above her.
“Can I help you?” He asked her. A bit of an attitude she heard. Fuck did he have an attitude for?
Nyla scoffed as she pushed past him, walking into his very empty apartment. “Your loud ass thumping ass footsteps are keeping me awake.” She told him, tossing him a mean look over her shoulder.
“Come on in I guess.” He muttered.
Nyla looked around the apartment, only seeing a couch and a small tv. No pictures. No decorations. No accent furniture. God, it lacked so much furniture that it made Nyla want to puke. She turned around to look at the man, looking him to and down which allowed her to realize that the apartment did fit him. He didn’t seem like the type to go all out. Still made it an ugly apartment though. Or maybe she was just judging too much.
“This isn’t what people mean by minimalism, just so you know.” She stated, taking it upon herself to sit down on the couch.
He closed the door behind her, walking over to her on the couch. “Can I help you with something?” He wondered. He didn’t seem to mind that much that a complete stranger had walked into his home without a care in the world.
“I don’t know if you’re tap dancing, or doing the cha-cha slide, or just being a dickhead up here… but you’re being loud.” Nyla told him.
“Oh my fault, I didn’t realize.” He said.
“Yeah, everything’s thin in this apartment. Including my patience.” Nyla snarked, standing up from the couch.
He stared at her as she stared right back at him. Though, their stares seemed to be holding two different emotions. Hers being one of irritation and anger while his was more of… a lust filled stare. Then she realized why he had that stare as he looked at her. Nyla looked down in
horror when she realized that she had come up to this strange man’s apartment with nothing covering her upper body but a tight tank top that really did her boobs a favor. Like damn, they really looked good if she did say so herself. But that wasn’t the point. Nyla crossed her arms as she took a step forward.
“I’m Donnie.”
“Your real name?” Nyla scoffed.
“Donnie ain’t real enough for you?” He asked.
Nyla sighed as she stared at her nails out of boredom. “Donovan? Donald? Stop me when I’m getting closer.” She said.
“Adonis.”
“Way cuter than anything I said.” Nyla hummed. “I’m Nyla Gaines; your very generous neighbor.” She said.
“Generous?” Adonis asked, raising an eyebrow as he chuckled.
“I’m not cursing your ass out for waking me up. Twice. Take that as nothing but generosity.” Nyla told him.
“I’m grateful for it.” Adonis said.
“Wise choice.”
Nyla brushed past him, making eye contact the entire time, as she walked towards the door, stopping when he touched her arm. “You right below me?”
“Apartment B7. Which is exactly why I could hear your footsteps jumping around.” She told him
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Adonis nodded.
“Mhm. See you around Adonis.” Nyla said. “Welcome to Philly by the way.”
“How you know I’m not from here?” Adonis asked her.
Nyla snorted as she opened the door, giving him a look over her shoulder as she said, “I know everything boo.”
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“I was so mean last night, Bi. I don’t like myself when I’m tired.” Nyla said, shaking her head in disbelief.
Nyla had a mini self crisis as she stood in her best friend, Bianca’s, apartment. She had woken up, fully rested after Adonis listened to what she had told him, and felt bad for the way that she handled his nosiness. She didn’t like being mean. It made her feel all… icky. So as a way to apologize for being an asshole, she had rushed to make Adonis a cake so he could have something to eat for the next few nights. Because he surely didn’t have much besides cereal in that wack ass apartment— totally not her judging though.
“He woke you up twice and you had work. If anything, I’m sure you weren’t mean enough.” Bianca scoffed.
“I know, I know, but still, I feel bad. Being a bitch isn’t the best first impression.” Nyla stated, carefully scraping the excess icing off of the cake.
Bianca looked at her friend as she walked into the kitchen, amusement written all over her face. “So… you’re made him a cake?” She asked.
“Duh ho!” Nyla said. “You think he’s home?” She wondered.
“He ain’t got no life from what I can tell. Just to the gym and back.” Bianca shrugged.
“Great!” Nyla chirped. “Cause it’s done and I need to have him like me immediately.”
“Why do you even care?”
“Everyone in this building likes me, and I can’t risk losing that achievement.” Nyla said as if it was obvious.
“You worry too much, girl.” Bianca chuckled.
“And you don’t worry enough.” Nyla remarked. “Now wish me luck.”
“Wear a condom.” Bianca said, waving her hand dismissively as she walked back to her piano.
Nyla snorted as she scooped up the cake pan in her hands, shaking her head in amusement. “Oh my God, you’re sick in the head.”
Nyla walked out of Bianca’s apartment, heading up to the floor that Adonis lived on. She really did hope he was home. It would be a waste of her time if he wasn’t, and she hated wasting her time. Thankfully though, when she knocked on his door— very gently compared to how she did the night before— he opened it almost instantly. Clearly he wasn’t doing nothing much with his time. Not that she was judging him for not having a job or anything. Totally not.
“Adonis.”
Adonis smirked as he took in Nyla’s appearance. He didn’t expect to see her at his apartment door again, especially if he wasn’t making any noise, but he wasn’t upset by the pleasant surprise. She looked good. Extremely good. Better than she did when he first saw her. She looked way more put together in the middle of the day than she did at 1 am. He would’ve been fine admiring her forever, like he was planing to, if she didn’t clear her throat to get his attention saying. He smacked himself mentally when he realized that he was staring, realizing that he probably seemed like some creepy ass dude.
“Nyla Gaines.” Adonis said, nodding at her.
A sort of her felt special that he remembered her last name as well, but then again, it was only last night. “About last night—“
“You cool,” Adonis said. She could see a ghost of a smile creeping onto his face as he looked at her cake. “That for me?” He asked her.
“Hope you like chocolate.” Nyla grinned, holding it out for him to take.
“Who don’t like chocolate?” Adonis scoffed.
Nyla snorted as he took the pan from her. “I knew I liked something you.” She smirked.
She turned around, prepared to head back to her apartment now that she apologized for her wrongs. But his voice stopped her before she could even take a step.
“Where you think you going?” He asked her, beckoning her over to him when she turned to look at him. “Come on in.”
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All those years watching anime really did leave an impact on Michael B. Jordan. Because the plot of Creed III being “righteous protagonist must fight their best friend who turned to the dark side due to jealousy/ego/wanting to prove that they’re better than the protagonist” is straight up a shonen anime storyline.
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yoooitssalexx · 2 months
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I G N O R I N G T H E P A S T
Viktor Drago x Balboa!Daughter Reader part 4
Sneak peak to part 4
You had promised him to be on his side tonight,the seat close to the ring by his corner. You watched a familiar looking woman approach the seats close to where you sat,realizing it was Viktor's mother and her new husband.
"You know Viktor?"She stopped in front of you,you standing to not let her intimidate you.
"I do."You nodded,raising a brow as she eyed your red jumpsuit.
"You're the balboa girl."She said,a certain distaste detectable in her tone.
"And you're the woman that walked out on her son and husband."You matched her tone,watching anger cross her and her husbands face. "I know more than you'd think,so don't think you can look down on me because you feel all high and mighty because of who your husband is."
You stood there as she walked away,smirking to yourself when you realized the truth coming from you pissed her off. You sat down in victory,checking your phone before you heard the chanting of 'Drago' begin. You stood to see the fire shoot out,music beginning as Viktor walked out.
You watched Viktor walk out,the bright red robe he wore catching your eye. Contact had been scarce while he trained,a text here and there the most frequent form of contact. You watched him confidently strut into the ring,approaching the ring to wish him luck.
He neared the ropes,smiling when he reached you. His eyes drank you in,quite enjoying the way your red jumpsuit fit.
"You look beautiful,moya printsessa."He leaned against the ropes,watching your hands come to his glove covered ones.
"Good luck,moy medved."You patted his gloves. "Ty pouluchil eto."
He nodded,bumping your fists lightly. "I missed you. Too much,and I realized.."His words died when he noticed his mother sitting in the crowd. He shook his head,turning his focus back to you. "I realized that I love you."
His words felt like a blow right to the ribs,the breath knocked out of you at his confession.
"Viktor I.."
Right then the lights dimmed,patterned lights flashing as Bianca walked out with Adonis, your father at his other side,her voice sent chills down your spine. You stepped down,making your way to your seat. Her song was short but the message was clear,she was supporting Adonis just as much as you were supporting Viktor.
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Creed 2
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Michael B. Jordan at the world premiere of Marvel Studios Black Panther: Wakanda Forever held at the Dolby Theatre on October 26, 2022 in Los Angeles, California.
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the-sound-ofrain · 3 months
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to stand in a battle field and to carry a battle field within yourselves is a whole different story.
--apollo--
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taylorswiftt1 · 5 months
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uzumaki-rebellion · 1 year
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“Sinner & Saint: Creed III” Chapter 8
Masterlist HERE.
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"One child grows up to be Somebody that just loves to learn And another child grows up to be Somebody you'd just love to burn
Mom loves the both of them You see, it's in the blood Both kids are good to mom Blood's thicker than the mud
It's a family affair…"
Sly & The Family Stone – "Family Affair"
The words flew out of Athena's mouth before she even had a chance to filter herself. Damian's eyes grew enormous and Buddy had an annoyed expression. She had beaten him to the punch, snapping up Damian for herself.
Manager.
For an untested boxer.
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She spoke without thinking just to keep Damian away from Buddy. The man had made millions, but he was known to take a deep cut of profits from up-and-comers new to the game. Dame needed a hustler in his life, not a swindler.
Buddy went to greet her mother and Bianca, and she faced Damian with conflicted confidence. She had handled multi-million-dollar contracts for an industry giant for years, juggling clients with high-status resumes without batting an eyelash. Taking on Damian's career was an uphill challenge from what she was used to. An unknown entity without a proven track record was nothing she would touch with a ten-foot pole in her trade. The man had spunk and charisma. Smokey vouched for him. His body screamed winner. Athena stepped out on faith, challenging Buddy's monopoly on fighters.
Peering at the ring with experienced eyes, her brother started his last fight with a burst of showy energy. Their father used to do that. Overwhelm the opponent with bravado and attitude before simmering down into the actual work of lasting out the rounds. Time wore Conlan down. He was sluggish and disoriented by the seventh round, boring the audience. It was a sad way to go out, but predictable in Athena's book. All he had going for him was a large social media following in the U.K. that needed a distraction from their new king that was unliked by so many since the Queen of England had died. Athena kept track of trending topics. Although her brother was heavily favored, his popularity had waned because of fickle fans who needed fresh blood to root for.
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Damian sat next to her like a statue, completely ignoring the crowd who stood up whenever there was a good volley of blows from both fighters. Athena called out to Donnie, shouting combos he should use and screaming for him to keep Conlan on the ropes so he could ram his gloves into the man's guts.
A loud clang brought Donnie back to his corner, and they locked eyes for a second. Athena held up her hands as if to say, "Why is he still standing?" and Donnie spat a gush of blood and saliva into a bucket. He'd done better this time in avoiding Conlan's long arms reach by protecting his face, so he avoided the usual cuts and bruises. Donnie was a heavy bleeder. It took very little to bruise his face, and she was impressed that his eyes weren't swollen shut by the final round.
All in all, Athena had to concede that it was a boring fight. Conlan put up what he could, but Donnie had surpassed him in skills. People got their money's worth toward the end when the men traded blows for a back and forth that raised fans out of their seats, but her boxing eyes knew they didn't get a proper show. Despite Conlan's prison record, he was still bland to the American crowd. No one gave him street cred respect or sympathy going into the ring.
Damian however…
Athena glanced at him as he finally stood up to watch the last seconds of the final round. It was clear to everyone who had won, and the mood in the venue was celebratory but subdued. She clapped for her brother as his team entered the ring to hear the winner's announcement. Bianca and Amara joined him. Mary Anne stood near the ring with her hands clasped under her chin.
"He won that boring shit," Athena grumbled to Damian.
"… and still Heavyweight Champion of the World Adonis "Hollywood" Creed!"
The arena exploded with applause. Athena followed her brother A.J. toward the ring as they stood with their mother. Camera flashes popped and cell phone lights popped and sparkled around them. Giving in to the swell of emotion wafting off of her mother, Athena gazed at Donnie and wished her family had been there when she won her first and only championship belt. Two of her best girlfriends and an ex-boyfriend had watched her earn a title, but not her own family. There they stood though, right next to her, looking up at Adonis as he hugged his wife and daughter. She clapped for him in honor of their father, smiled at the cameras, and answered questions from the press. Donnie and his entourage exited the arena with the rest of their family. Athena lingered behind to collect Damian. The audience jostled her as she sought him out. Unfortunately, Buddy chatted with him along with another man who worked for Buddy's global Marcelle Enterprises.
"Hope to see you at the afterparty, Damian," Buddy said.
Athena glanced at Damian.
"Is he trying to steal you already?" Athena said.
She tugged at Damian's elbow.
"Just giving some free pointers. You remember Charles Miller, Athena?" Buddy said.
"Athena Creed, pleased to meet you… finally, in person," Charles said.
Charles Miller was a polished dark-haired white man who ran publicity for Buddy.
"Chopping it up with Damian here about getting some fights lined up for him against a roster we have coming out after December," Charles said.
"I'll call you if we're interested," Athena said.
She pulled Damian away.
"I didn't agree to anything. They ran their mouths about sponsorship and promoting my name," he said.
"Buddy was being a dick. A lot of men in this game don't think a woman can handle all the testosterone. You're going to get a lot of dudes gunning for you behind my back. They'll talk experience, connections—"
"You're a world champ. A Creed. You grew up in this game and work all the angles professionally. I don't need them. I have the best," he said.
"A sweet-talker. I like it," she said.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to your suite to talk."
"Aren't you going to the afterparty to celebrate with Donnie?"
"That can wait. We'll go later."
"We?"
"You're going with me after we talk."
Damian took the lead then, stepping in front of Athena and moving people out of her way. He reached back for her hand and kept her close. The crush to mingle and gossip made the crowds dense, but Damian brought her out of the arena carefully, despite the occasional stop to take a picture with someone who recognized her. They were both winded by the time they made it back to his suite.
She poured them red wine from the complimentary bar and they sat across from each other in the roomy living area. Outside, the seductive, bright lights of Vegas beckoned to them.
"With Donnie leaving the sport, a vacuum will need to be filled. Fans will be eager to watch the next champion take the throne. I've never seen you fight before, but on paper, even with the Golden Gloves, that's not enough to tell me if you're the next champ. Smokey swears by your potential, and I know your work ethic and discipline. For now, I will lean into his expertise with you. In order for us to move forward, Damian, I need to know the truth about what happened that night eighteen years ago. I'm Apollo Creed's daughter. My reputation is on the line in this business, just as much as my brother's. If I'm going to align with you and manage your career, all the cards have to be shown."
Damian nodded, and he held his hands on his thighs. His legs were open and his shoulders didn't slouch.
"I was just out of college when you got in trouble," Athena said. "My mother never told us what happened. We just knew Donnie got into some mess and Ma took care of it. Tell me what happened, Damian."
"You didn't look that part of my life up?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"I wanted to hear it from you directly," she said.
Damian leaned back on the couch and Athena leaned forward on the overstuffed side chair.
"Sit next to me," he said.
She moved over to the couch, and Damian cradled her right hand with his left.
"I killed someone," he said.
The loud exhale from her mouth showed that she had been holding her breath for a while. Deep down she knew it had to be something horrible to be locked up for eighteen years. Hearing it spoken still knocked the wind out of her.
Damian lowered his head to look at their hands held together.
"We were celebrating. My Golden Gloves ring had arrived and I borrowed my uncle's car to celebrate. Roll up and down Crenshaw… typical Sunday night shit. We'd been drinking some Henny and whatever he brought from your house. Got the munchies and stopped at a liquor store. Donnie had a piece on him. A Glock. Carried it for show. We just…"
Damian closed his eyes.
"Go on," she said.
"There were a bunch of young dudes already in there. Mixed crowd, cholos, and brothas just being goofy. But they started stealing stupid shit. Chips, soda… beer. The store owner was this old Korean dude. He started cursing them out… couldn't understand him because it wasn't English. I turned around and walked out, but Donnie stayed there and started getting stuff he wanted to buy. Told him to come out. He ignored me. Them other knuckleheads ran out with shit and the owner thought we were with them. Donnie cussed him out when he accused us of stealing, too."
Damian released her hand and walked over to the window. Staring down at all the foot and car traffic, his left hand balled into a fist, before he spoke again.
"I pushed Donnie to make him leave. He threw the chips he had in his hand at the counter, and the owner called us useless niggers. So… Donnie pulled out the Glock to threaten him, make him take back what he said… and it went off by accident. Hit dude in the shoulder. I snatched the gun from Donnie and shoved him away. The owner fell behind the counter… but he got up again… with a piece in his hand. He was going to shoot your brother in the back of the head. I shot at him first. Nicked him in the neck. He bled out. We got caught outside by the cops."
He turned to look at Athena.
"I took the blame and pleaded self-defense. But you know how that all played out. They would've charged Donnie as an accessory to the crime, theft, everything… but he didn't have anyone. I had my family, and a good reputation with my boxing… luckily the store's security cams didn't work. Might've gotten somewhere with a defense, but the owner died from his neck wound."
"But Donnie had my mother—"
"I didn't know that. He never told me where he was staying after his mother died. Everyone in our circle thought he was staying in a group home. He didn't want anyone to know he was a Creed and had money. I assumed he would rot in jail with no one caring. Fucked up part is, I was wrong about everyone in my life. No one backed me up or supported me. Donnie had the golden pampered life and was running around with me acting like he was the same broke, struggling nigga like everyone else on our block. People I thought I could count on to stand up for my character… vouch for the changes I made in my life to focus on boxing… they all left me hanging. Wasn't until I was going through all the court stuff that I found out he was living in Beverly Hills. I'm sitting in jail thinking he won the lottery and getting adopted by rich folks. It was a shock to find out he was a Creed when he fought Conlan that first time."
Damian leaned against the glass.
"Now you know everything," he said.
Athena covered her mouth with one hand.
"Wouldn't they have tested for gunshot residue on his hands?" she asked.
"The piece was on me when they caught us. He kept his mouth shut. I didn't snitch, and it all went on me."
She lifted on weary feet and moved to be next to him. Hugging him close, she whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, Dame."
Her tears couldn't be held back. How many times had she defended Donnie by knuckling up on his behalf when he got himself into fights at his private prep school? Or out in public at a park? Wilding and frontin' for no reason like his mother…
Athena trembled in Damian's arms and wept softly for herself. An old memory attempted to rear its ugly face, but she shoved it back into the crevices of her mind. She couldn't afford for that rage to seep back in. Bottled up inside for so long, she wasn't ready to let that monster out yet. Hazel Johnson was dead and gone and Athena was glad for her demise. She wiped her eyes.
"I'll have my attorney draw up some contract papers between us to legalize our partnership," she said.
"A handshake from you is all I need," he said.
"This is why Black people get taken advantage of. We'll spell out everything I'll do for you, work out my fees and all that stuff…"
She went back to the bar and refreshed their wine glasses. Handing a glass to Damian, they toasted one another.
"To the start of a lucrative partnership," she said.
Sipping together, Athena sensed the relief throughout Damian.
"We better get to the afterparty. I have some palms to grease and you need to be seen," she said.
Damian pulled her in tight with his free hand and she held her wineglass up to keep any from spilling on his clothes.
"I'm going to let you guide this ship, Captain," he said.
His lips grazed across hers. She was snug inside his grip around her waist, with her breasts pressed into his solid chest.
"I'll lead you to the top if you have what it takes," she said.
She rested her lips on his with the tension bringing them on the verge of open-mouth kissing. The cologne she bought for him aroused her, and the glassy-eyed stare burning into Athena's face lost her to complete red-hot desire. His tongue slid across the seam of her lips and she opened up to him with a tenderness that engulfed him. Damian sucked on her lips and tongue with a slow-building passion. It took over all of her senses, making her drop the wineglass on the floor. He threw his down too and lifted her off of her feet, the tips of her heels barely scraping the carpet. She became dizzy and pushed back from him, but he buried his lips into her neck, letting his wet tongue trail up to her ear. A hard lump bulged from his pants and she gasped, not ready for the length and rigidness to tease her with shameless lust.
"This can't happen right now," she said, as her eyes peered down at all the activity below the window view.
"It can happen whenever you want," he huffed, tickling the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue and warm breath.
Athena regained control and pushed back from him.
"Business first and foremost. Let's go," she said.
Damian gripped his dick and tugged on it. Fixing his clothes to hide the erection, he glanced down at their wineglasses and the stains they left on the carpet.
"The hotel will clean that," she tossed over her shoulder.
They departed his suite and took a private elevator up to the penthouse, where Donnie's party promised to be an impressive debut for her prizefighter. Her brother's past was wrapped up in Damian's present. Who better to control Dame's future than her?
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Donnie greeted well-wishers all night. His penthouse party was no exception. Everyone wanted a piece of the historic event so they could all say they were present years from then.
Bianca looked like a queen presiding over her court wearing a peek-a-boo white jumper with cut-outs along her sides and legs. Their daughter was with Mary Anne, and grown-up time commenced between them. His win became an aphrodisiac, and he knew the sex they would have later would knock him out. Bianca's eyes flirted with him, and it was like their early days together. Had they been alone, he would've tossed her on the bar table and eaten her out like a starving man.
She had become exquisite over the years, the maturity in her body and face spellbinding him. His win helped lift her spirits. Her label released her after her short fall tour. Many nights, he sat up with her as she cried her heart out and tried to figure out her next career move. Having her sing on the song he marched to battle with again helped publicize her talents again worldwide. The music business was a fickle mistress. But the low point didn't last long. A popular British band asked her to produce their next album weeks earlier, and their house was once again filled with excitement and creativity.
He caught his wife in a corner at the penthouse suite and rubbed on her booty for a minute and gave her some deep soul kisses until she broke away to keep him from making a scandalous, X-rated scene
All was well until Buddy Marcelle gave him some news that threw Donnie off his fight high.
Athena managing Damian.
Donnie drank champagne and partied with agitated vigor until his sister showed up with Damian. They looked like two bugs snug on a rug together. Athena hugged him, but there was a chill in the touch… a coolness he didn't like.
Damian gave him dap, and the man carried himself differently around Donnie's sister as if he were invincible. A.J. and Bianca rolled out a giant cake made in the shape of his winning belt and folks took a piece along with the champagne flutes nearby. The buzz in the room was infectious and Donnie observed Athena speaking to several movers and shakers, with Damian in tow.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Donnie said.
He tapped his sister's elbow, and she followed him to one of the penthouse bedrooms, where he closed and locked the door.
"What the hell is going on? Buddy told me you're managing Damian. I want to sign him to my team," Donnie complained.
"You still can. As his manager, I'm going to make sure you give him the best deal and the bulk of your support outside of your roster of fighters."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Why not? Everyone is changing career directions in our family. You, Bianca, and now me."
"How will this affect your work at your regular gig?"
"I'll manage both well."
Athena's face glowed with confidence.
"When did this all come together?" he asked.
"I saw potential and stepped to the plate."
"You knew what my plans were for him with the new company."
"I know you want to make up for what you did to him, yeah."
Her tone turned gritty as she explained more.
"Ma doesn't know what really happened at that liquor store and I think Dame needs someone who will look out for his best interest, not just cover up your misdeeds, Donnie."
Athena stepped in his face.
"He saved your life, and you threw him away. Your belligerent actions stole years from Dame, years he'll never get back. I'm going to make sure he receives what he deserves."
Donnie pursed his lips and took a step back from Athena. Her voice became shrill.
"You let Ma think Dame was some low life dragging you down, but it was you who put him there! You've always been a problem… you just chew up people and take what isn't yours. But not this time, Donnie. I'll keep your involvement under wraps. However, expect to pay through the nose. Dame wants to fight. He'll get his chance finally," she said.
"Hey, everything okay in here?"
Bianca's knocking on the door gave Donnie an escape from his sister's forceful declaration. He opened the bedroom door and Athena swept past them to join the party.
"D?" Bianca said.
She stepped inside and closed the door.
"Athena knows everything about me and Dame. She's going to manage him and told me I was going to pay a lot to keep him on my team."
Bianca took in the information.
"She's going so hard at bat for him—"
"She likes him. They like each other," Bianca said. "It's obvious. People go hard for who they care about."
"She doesn't know him like that, though. I'm her brother."
"Athena is smart. Business oriented. Keeping all of this in the family will work out for everyone."
"You didn't see her face. She's out for blood. It felt like a shakedown."
"It's a manager's job to get the best deal for their client. C'mon… people want to see you."
"Do you think I should tell Ma?"
"I believe that if Damian is going to be around your business, you'll have to say something to her. It will be a tough conversation, but do it when you're ready."
Donnie held both of her hands with his.
"I didn't tell her back then because I didn't want her to put me out," he said.
"Mary Anne wouldn't do that."
"I was scared she'd look at me like I was trash, like her efforts to save me from juvie were wasted."
"You turned your life around. Hold on to that and she'll understand."
Bianca kissed his lips, and he squeezed her with a big hug around the shoulders.
Returning to his shindig, he drank a lot, nibbled on the fancy finger foods being served by hotel staff, and drank in the positive energy flowing toward him from well-wishers. When he had an opportunity to ease next to Damian, he cornered him by the bar.
"You're in expert hands," Donnie said.
Damian glanced at Athena as she razzle-dazzled two sports agents from New York. Donnie watched her too.
"Ready for the next chapter in your life?" Damian asked.
"Are you?" Donnie said.
Athena's silvery laughter floated over to them and she raised her hand up and waved Damian over to her side with enthusiasm.
"Duty calls," Damian said, leaving an empty shot glass of Patron on the bar counter.
Bianca joined Donnie at the bar, slipping her arm around his. A bad feeling came over him when he noticed Athena rubbing Damian's back with affection as they spoke to the agents.
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MAN CRUSH MONDAY
MICHAEL B. JORDAN
Michael Bakari Jordan was born February 9, 1987 in Santa Ana, California. The 37-year-old actor and producer is best known for portraying Erik Killmonger in Black Panther and Adonis Creed in Creed, Creed II and Creed III. He has had roles on the following television shows: The Sopranos, The Wire, All My Children, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Without a Trace, Cold Case, Bones, Friday Night Lights, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, Parenthood and The Boondocks. Michael is 6 feet tall.
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Adonis was cool peoples.
Of course, Nyla didn’t really have any worries that he wasn’t, but it was nice to confirm what she already thought.
Baking him a cake seemed to be the easiest way to get him to like her. Which she was grateful for because honestly, she didn’t care to do anything more to make him like if the cake didn’t work. She watched with an amused look on her face as he practically devoured the entire cake before him. She never understood how men could just eat so much and not gain a single pound. It made her wonder why they got that little superpower and not her.
He would take moments to stop eating to ask if she wanted any more than what she got or to tell her that she was a master at baking, which she surely appreciated. She was good with her one slice though, that was already too much sugar for her. 5 minutes had passed and it seemed like he was done eating for now. He only had like two slices left but she figured that he had ate enough to last him for the entire week, so she took it upon herself to grab the rest of the cake and put it in the fridge for him to eat later on.
“So, why move to Philly?” Nyla asked him as she closed the fridge after she placed the cake pan in there.
“Let’s just say I got some business to handle.” He shrugged.
“Oh, so you’re a dealer?”
“Girl what?” Adonis scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows at how she even came to such a conclusion. “No. Why you even guess that?” He asked.
“So… you’re a nigga with nowhere to go?” Nyla asked.
“Ain’t I just say I got shit to do here?”
“That’s what everyone says.” Nyla argued. “Truth is, nobody moves to Philly for anything other than the schools. It’s not like y’all aren’t aware of how dangerous it is.” She explained, shrugging her shoulders as she pushed her plate to the side.
“You not repping your city?” Adonis asked her.
“What’s there to rep? I’m leaving the moment I can.” She told him.
“Where to?”
“New Orleans maybe. Or maybe somewhere on the west coast. L.A. comes to mind.” Nyla said.
“I’ll take you one day.”
Nyla’s eyes lit up as she let out a cute little snort. “I knew you were from there!” She exclaimed.
“How?”
“I don’t know, you just give California. And I’m never wrong when reading someone’s vibe.” Nyla explained.
“Didn’t you just call me a drug dealer with nowhere to go?” Adonis asked her, amusement written on his face as she blushed out of embarrassment.
“I was simply asking.” She shrugged.
She walked around the counter, looking down at him as she stood by his side now. “So, what did you do before you moved?” She wondered.
“Boring ass office job.” Adonis muttered, clearly uninterested in talking about that aspect of his life.
“Oh yeah, that totally doesn’t seem appealing. I can barely stand still for more than 30 seconds.” Nyla chuckled.
“ADHD?”
“Nope. The will to explore.” Nyla grinned, placing her hand on her hip as she stopped by his side.
“How about you? What do you do?” Adonis wondered.
“I’m just your average waitress.” She shrugged.
“Doesn’t sound like much of a career to me.” He said.
“It’s a job. Not a career.” Nyla corrected him. “I’ll get started in my career soon though.” She said.
“What you thinking of?”
“Interior design.”
“Oh, that’s why you been disgusted and judging my empty ass apartment this whole time.” Adonis pointed out.
Nyla snorted as she hit his shoulder. “I have not been judging your place.” She giggled.
“You lying.”
“Am not!”
“Name three things in here you like then.” Adonis told her.
Nyla took a look around the very crappy— yet still beautiful in its own way— apartment for a few seconds. “Well, the cabinets are very evenly lined—“
“Don’t play in my face.” Adonis grinned.
“I’m not!” Nyla exclaimed. “The floors are nice. Love a good swept floor.” She told him.
“You really playing with me right now.” Adonis chucked, shaking his head in amusement as she rolled her eyes playfully.
“And the man that’s renting this place happens to be fine. So, that’s a good sign.” Nyla finished, smiling innocently as she batted her eyelashes at the man.
“How fine we talking?” Adonis wondered, raising an eyebrow.
“Real fine.”
Adonis grinned in satisfaction, patting himself on the back while she just rolled her eyes. He already knew he was fine. He just wanted her to validate it. He was so corny and it made her wanna rip her eyes out. She liked it though. It made him different than most of the men she had encountered in the past that took themselves way too serious for her liking. She actually liked being around Adonis. He wasn’t boring. And while that wasn’t anything special if we’re being honest, it still made him stand out.
The man stared at Nyla as she tapped her nails on his counter top, wondering if she was bored or not. He was enjoying himself, but of course, it didn’t take much to make him enjoy himself when he was in the company of the most beautiful girl he ever saw. Nyla was just enjoying the silence. There weren’t many people that she could be comfortable enough with to just sit in silence with them and enjoy their presence. Adonis happened to make himself one of those people in less than 24 hours of knowing Nyla. She couldn’t pinpoint it. Why him? What made him someone that she liked being around? Out of all the men that desperately tried to get her attention, here came Adonis, not even trying yet still getting something most men in Philly would die for.
“You got plans for tonight?” Adonis wondered, interrupting Nyla’s train of thought.
“Just staying in.” Nyla shrugged.
“Stay in with me.”
Nyla blinked a few times at his very bold statement, shaking off the feeling in her stomach that she felt as she bit her lip. “To do what in this lavish apartment?”
“You like movies?”
“What type of question is that, Adonis? Of course I do.” Nyla scoffed.
“My bad, some people don’t.” Adonis shrugged as he walked away from the counter. “Let’s see what we can find on Netflix.”
“Netflix and chill is what they call this.” Nyla told him, eagerly following him over to his couch.
“We just Netflix-ing. No chilling involved.” Adonis reassured her.
“Unfortunate.” Nyla muttered.
Adonis smirked as he looked at her over his shoulder. “You say something?”
“No, not at all.” Nyla chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. He had clearly heard her though. Didn’t mean she would give him the satisfaction of seeing her blush.
“Wanna watch The Purge?”
“What’s that?” Nyla said, gently sitting down next to him.
Adonis eyes widened as he looked at her. “You’ve never seen The Purge? You living under a rock or something, shorty?” He asked her.
“One, you’re cute but not cute enough to call me that. Two, I prefer dramas.” Nyla told him.
“One, thank you. You cute too. Two, but you not cute enough to get out of watching this tonight.” Adonis told her, making her laugh as he put on the movie.
“Oh God, am I going to have nightmares?” Nyla asked him, already whining and the movie didn’t even start yet.
“If you do, just scream my name and I’ll come running.” Adonis told her.
Nyla chuckled as she held onto his very strong arm, surely aiming on using him as comfort whenever she got scared. “My Knight In Shining Armor.”
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Opening her eyes, she was shocked to be met with the view of something other than her own ceiling.
Nyla shot up with panic coursing through her veins as she looked around to see where she was at. She felt dumb when she realized where she was at. She didn’t realize that she had fallen asleep in Adonis’ apartment. How long had she been asleep for? The last thing she remember was the movie beginning and now she was waking up. And where was Adonis? She was shocked to see the answer to her question being right in front of her eyes. She looked over to her right to see Adonis knocked out just like she was a few seconds ago.
She had tried to get up, but she was weighed down by the man’s heavy ass legs in her lap. How did they even end up in such position? Nyla shook her head in disbelief as tried to push them off of her, only to fail. Turns out she was no match for his muscle. Even when he was asleep, he was still stronger than her and he wasn’t even trying. Jesus. She really needed to start working out more.
“Adonis.” Nyla whispered, shaking his legs a bit. “Adonis, hello? Wake up.” She said, starting to shake him harder and harder.
“Leave me alone.”
Nyla groaned in annoyance, but that’s when an idea popped into her head. Her sister always used this trick to wake her up when they were younger. She put her finger in her mouth to wet it, which made her cringe but she managed to fight that, and then reached over to Adonis’s ear. It was a bit gross to do on a stranger, but hey, Nyla was desperate to get up. When she put her finger in his ear, she couldn’t help but laugh. She was so childish cause what the hell was she even doing right now? However, her amusement was cut short when Adonis suddenly shot up and snatched her by her wrist.
“Jesus! Don’t break my damn arm!” Nyla hissed.
Adonis’s eyes widened when he realized that he wasn’t man handling an intruder, instead the pretty girl he let spend the day with him. He cringed at himself, letting go of her arm immediately. Nyla sighed in relief when she got her arm back, looking down at the slight bruise that his grip left behind. And when he realized that he had his legs laying on top of hers, he took those off. Much to her relief. Though, she kind of liked having him touching her.
“Shit, my bad. I ain’t mean to be all in your space like that. And I definitely ain’t mean to hurt you.” Adonis apologized.
“Don’t worry about it.” Nyla muttered, rubbing her sore arm with a pout on her face.
“What time is it?” Adonis asked her.
“Almost 10.”
“Damn, you been here the whole day. We must’ve been knocked out.” Adonis said, laughing a bit.
“That’s what happens when you eat a ton of cake.” Nyla told him as she stood up from the couch finally.
“Where you going?” Adonis asked. He sounded a bit worried that she was leaving. A part of her believed that he wanted her to stay, but then again, she made a lot of shit up in her mind so who knew?
“Can I use the bathroom?” Nyla wondered.
“Oh, yeah. Go head.”
Nyla hurried and did her business. She wanted to leave and go sleep in her own bed, but a part of her wanted to stay and spend more time with Adonis. She wasn’t sure if he was giving the signs that he wanted her to stay as well. Maybe he was just being a good host and making her comfortable. Nyla surely want some stranger staying too long in her own home, but that was the thing. Adonis wasn’t just some stranger. She sounded crazy saying that but it was true. She felt as if she knew him for years now, so she didn’t feel the need to treat him as what he was. Which technically was a stranger.
She walked out of the bathroom, tossing the paper towels she used to dry her hand in the trash as she passed it. “How did you feel so comfortable letting yourself fall asleep around a stranger?” She wondered, leaning against the back of the couch.
“You fell asleep first so ask yourself that.” Adonis told her, shrugging his shoulder.
“I don’t even remember being tired.” Nyla said.
“Even if you didn’t, I like your vibe. It’s trustworthy. I don’t think you’d do anything to harm anyone.” Adonis admitted.
“Awe, well that’s true. I’m glad you can tell that off the bat.” Nyla smiled, slipping her sandals back on quickly.
“You leaving?” Adonis asked.
“Yeah, Adonis. I’ve been here for almost 5 hours.” Nyla told him, scoffing.
“You right. I just thought you’d want to watch another movie or something.” Adonis shrugged.
Nyla smirked as she sat back down next to the man, “You really don’t want me to go, huh?”
“It’s not even like that.” Adonis said, waving his hand. It was totally like that. “We just fell asleep for the first movie so we gotta make up for it.”
“Mhm.” Nyla grinned. “If we’re watching another movie, it’s my turn to pick a movie now.” She said.
“What movie is it?” Adonis asked, leaning back into the sofa.
“Hmm… ooh! I got it.” Nyla chirped, her favorite movie of all time popping into her head. “Hold on, lemme go get it.”
Nyla ignored his questions as she got up and ran out of the apartment as fast as she could. She hissed as her bare feet collided with the cold wood of each of the steps she ran down but she ignored that as she arrived at her destination. She started banging on the door immediately, already knowing that the person she needed at the moment was well awake. It took a few seconds before she finally decided to stop, pressing her ear up against the door to see if she heard footsteps approaching the door. And indeed she did.
“If you’re not bleeding or dying, go back where you came from!”
“It’s an emergency, Bi.” Nyla lied, grinning proudly when it worked and Bianca opened the door immediately. “You still got my Titanic dvd?” She wondered.
“Bitch.” Bianca scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “It’s on my dresser. That jawn was too long. I gave up on even finishing it.” She said.
“Your attention span for anything other than music is shorter than ever.” Nyla pointed out, brushing past her friend into the apartment.
“It was too boring!” Bianca argued. “How you gonna blame me for that?”
“Whatever.”
Bianca stood in the doorway of her room as Nyla searched for her movie, arms crossed as she noticed how late in the night it was. “How did giving Adonis the cake go?”
“Good. Real good. We’re actually about to watch this right now.” Nyla said, picking up the dvd under Bianca’s pile of records.
“Wait, hold up, you been there all day?” Bianca asked.
“Yes.” Nyla nodded curtly. “Is that a problem?” She asked, turning around to face her best friend.
Bianca shook her head before a grin slowly spread across her face. “Did you fuck him?”
“Bianca!”
“Don’t ‘Bianca’ me, Nyla. Did you sleep with him or not?” Bianca questioned.
“No! I didn’t!”
“Boring!” Bianca sang. “Get out of my apartment.”
“You’re sick in the head.” Nyla scoffed, rolling her eyes as she made her way back to the front door.
“Tell me everything after y’all done fucking. For the 6th time tonight probably.” Bianca told her, snorting at her own joke.
“I hate you so much.” Nyla muttered, walking out into the hallway.
“Love you too!” Bianca exclaimed, slamming her door shut after Nyla was far enough from it.
Nyla hurried back up the stairs, hoping that Adonis didn’t fall asleep on her. When she entered the apartment, she was beaming with excitement as she stared down at the dvd as she walked over to the couch. She could watch Titanic a million times and never get bored of it.
“I found it—“ Nyla raised an eyebrow as she approached Adonis, who was setting up pillows and blankets on the couch. “And what is all this?” She chuckled.
“I just got some pillows and shit incase you got uncomfortable. I don’t want you twisting and turning like I be on this hard ass couch.” Adonis explained, shrugging his shoulders as he tried desperately to hide his blushing cheeks.
“Thank you for the kindness.” Nyla giggled. “Now, you ready to watch the best movie ever made?” She questioned.
“Friday?”
“Close.” Nyla lied, revealing the disk she had behind her back with a wide grin on her face. “Titanic!”
Adonis sighed, but he already knew he wasn’t going to win the argument if started one. So sighed and laid back. “I’m going to die of boredom…”
“No you are not.” Nyla scoffed, sticking the disk inside the dvd player. She was surprised he even had one, but thankfully he did!
“What did you say? I’m already fading away.” Adonis said, making Nyla roll her eyes.
“You’re so dramatic.” Nyla chuckled.
“You like it.”
“Mhm.”
“Why you still over there?” Adonis asked her. “Come sit down.” He said, beckoning her over to the couch. To which she gladly obliged.
“Get comfy.” Nyla told him.
Adonis did that corny yawning move so he could put his arm around her, pulling her into his side as the movie started to play. “I’m comfortable enough being with you—
“Shh! It’s starting!” Nyla hushed, slapping his shoulder so he would shut the hell up.
“Man…”
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snipergun-e-docinho · 6 months
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Creed (2015)
Angela - 8.0 Vitor - 8.0
Creed 2 (2018)
Angela - 7.5 Vitor - 6.8
Creed 3 (2023)
Angela - 6.8 Vitor - 6.0
OBS: trilogia maneira, boa soundtrack, mas decaiu na história e o último adversário não pegou tão bem.
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megan03197 · 2 years
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Ho scelto di perderti perché i sentimenti non erano ricambiati. Ho scelto di perderti perché ho preferito mettermi al primo posto, evitando di portare avanti un rapporto che sarebbe finito in ogni caso. Anche se i miei occhi gridavano di restare, la mia mente mi supplicava di lottare e il mio cuore che, nonostante tutto, avrebbe assaporato pure l'inferno pur di continuare a vivere quei sentimenti, ho dovuto lasciarti andare per preservare me stessa da un dolore talmente profondo che mi avrebbe causato ferite indelebili. Nonostante tutto, sono qui a scrivere di te perché in fondo, lo ammetto, niente da parte mia è cambiato. La mente è sempre invasa di te ed il mio cuore riassapora sempre quei sentimenti provati per te. Ripenso ai tuoi baci da togliere il fiato così come alle risate, ai momenti passati insieme. Ripenso a noi mentre facciamo l'amore dolcemente ma allo stesso tempo intensamente. Ripenso a tutto. E sai quale è il problema? me ne sto in silenzio nella speranza che tutto questo prima o poi passi. Cerco di scacciare via ogni mio desiderio nel prendere in mano il telefono e scriverti per dirti ogni cosa. Cerco di evitare di ricascarci ancora anche se, lo ammetto, ho la speranza che un giorno troverò un tuo messaggio per ricominciare tutto da capo, per riprovarci sul serio. La verità è che io penso troppo mentre tu probabilmente mi avrai già dimenticato. Ho sempre dato troppa importanza a chi non me ne dava ma pensavo che questa volta fosse stato diverso. Ho sul serio pensato che fossi diverso. Ho pensato "è quello giusto. Ne vale la pena". Con il senno del poi mi sbagliavo. E ora, dimmi, come faccio a cancellarti? Perché io più cerco di allontanarti da me più inevitabilmente non faccio altro che pensare a te. Sono fottuta.
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Top 10 similar movies to Creed 2015.
1. Rocky
2. Southpaw
3. The Karate Kid
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