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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀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.

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 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

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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

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀pharrell williams and tomoaki〝nigo〞nagao, circa ‘06 as 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 and 𝐒𝐎𝐋

⤷ occupation：2╱3 of the notorious 3

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⁰⁰⁰.⠀⟆⠀ACT II：〝IMPERIAL OVERSTRETCH.〞 ⁰⁰⁷.⠀⟆⠀CHAPTER SIETE：〝THE MARATHON.〞❪COMING SOON❫! ⁰⁰⁰.⠀⟆⠀PINTEREST BOARD. ⁰⁰⁰.⠀⟆⠀MASTERLIST. ⁰⁰⁰.⠀⟆⠀TAGLIST.

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Seal the Deal

Chapter 1 (current) || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Here's my latest comic, Seal the Deal! Based on this post.

If Kleo and Aisling sparked joy I could be convinced to make more parts if they get enough love, I have a lot of little adventures as they navigate being suddenly married bopping around in my head.

Tips welcome on my Kofi!

Here's more comics!

#art #artists on tumblr #comic #webcomic #sequential art #wlw #sapphic #selkie #fantasy #urban fantasy #lgbtq #seal the deal #do you love the color of the comic #there are many benefits to being a marine biologist #ffs comic

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regardingjenmish · 1 year

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Bless Jack for giving us some Jackles bts content

#jensen ackles #jack quaid #karl urban #i need this cast to hang out again ffs

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iinspos · 6 months

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#muse inspo #aesthetics #lifestyle #char inspo #influencers #site model #friendship #friends #gifs #inspiration #lgbtqia #wlw #ff #coffee #coffeshop #urban aesthetic

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soldier-poet-king · 5 months

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Get me tf outta here PLEASE

Oh the family has moved on to derisive and mocking transphobia now at a relative's expense??? When she's not here to defend herself?? From the same cousin of my father who has already made racist remarks and cruel jokes about someone's weight?? Who's coming by again for dinner tomorrow?? 🥴

#the duality of fran #get me tf outta here #transphobia cw #like. overt mocking of my grandmothers sibling #who got so much shit as a gay man. and recently came out as trans #and like i dont even know her! but yall are SO CRUEL #my mother's family isnt much better but at least they just keep their damn mouths shut #rather than Outright Mockery and Derisive remarks #like. what cruelty. during a FUNERAL FFS #oh so the casual racism wasnt enough. the fatphobic elephant jokes abt someones new gf werent enough #im SO angry on behalf of this relative who i barely know #but like. BASIC KINDNESS??? NOT BEING A GRADE A ASSHOLE???#i know i know i cant be an urban city rat snob #but maybe sometimes rural stereotypes are true when applied to my fathers family!! fuck this!!!!

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Femme Like Her by Fiona Zedde Nailah only dates studs, races her Camaro for therapy, and leaves her exes in the past. But, with a layoff looming and her retired parents about to take a life-changing step Nailah isn’t ready for, her world becomes far from stable. Enter Scottie, the only femme she’s ever allowed close enough to touch her heart. View the full summary and rep info on wordpress!

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my classmates can be so annoying sometimes. "there's nothing to do in cyprus!!" yeah thats because you live in the city equivalent of a fucking queue

#“there's no parties!!” make some?? bro do you think parties materialize out of thin air #go down to limassol #chill at the beach #sing in karaoke bars #ride a damn banana floatie ffs #ayia napa literally exists for the spul purpose of being fun #i cant with these people #im sorry we dont have a mcdonalds and an urban outfitters every 2 steps you take #maybe try enjoying the other parts of life

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FF XVI Home Design Year : Delve in Deeper Exploration of Origins ⚗️🔭🔬💊📋

Adventurers raise the awakening lanterns to shine upon the so very faraway realms; fingers tap, bodies renew, and minds soothe. Running into the wetland areas to lay upon consciousness !

Your eyes open wide in the majestic sunset to let the light in and to brighten the wisdom that nourishes inside you. Find a flame-red painting, seek shelter among winter winds, search the online archives for information until the emptiness of meanings & sincerity enfolds you.

Prosperous energy completely accepts kindness. At every turn, opportunity knocks from a place of love. Express positive ways about creating a healthy foundation; creativity can flourish and choose to be happy.

Focus on the good things in life to grow, thereby discovering the true nature of power and stability through the abundance in joy at the highest level. 🔍🧷🔗📎📏

#final fantasy xvi #urban #home design #luxury #ff xvi

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I. Let’s Play

FARRAH

I looked out at the beautiful Parisian skyline, I preferred it at night but the afternoon sky was just as beautiful today. I could hear the Keurig in the corner of the room, pouring the hot water and the scent of the coffee soon followed, it was a regular day with my therapist. Well, I assumed it would be normal. My new therapist at least was just as beautiful as my past one, when she finally walked back in, I simply sat with my legs crossed then offered her a smile. Dr. Andres is a Cancer woman like myself. A mixture of water and also fire with Sagittarius in her chart. Her beautiful green eyes fixed on mine as she sat across from me. Once she cleared her throat and looking at my file, she definitely had so much to say but simply settled on keeping it simple, what she would proceed with next didn’t shock me at all.

“I’ve read your files, your report from your previous specialists…I take it for majority of our session I may see you from a different view and light. I want you to really start from the beginning where you’re most comfortable..it’s really up to you.”

I examined the large pink diamond that sat proudly on my finger, it glistened whenever the right light hit it. “Most start with asking how I’m feeling, but I like you for being so forward.” I told her before grabbing my bottled water, taking a swig.

“Do you want to begin with discussing a—” paused to read the name, a name that to this day triggers something with me. “Jonathan Torrance Truffaut, a German born millionaire but also he was a sponsor for you and your mother Zeta Baptiste in 2002. Your I-130 application was processed and approved, became permanent residents in 2003. I see later you received citizenship in 2009.. then documented incidents of abuse. Trevor Blake was hospitalized for fractured ribs and a broken arm..a well documented incident that you witnessed.”

The sound of a trigger being pulled and the hammer clicking inside my head could be heard. I clenched my jaw. I had to remember to breathe. I was never good with these uncomfortable conversations even when I was younger, I felt myself in that place again but this time I was in his arms. I felt safe. But life wasn’t always like this, I didn’t feel the reserve I feel now, the emotional freedom…

“Well you told me we could start wherever I felt comfortable, if we’d start there we’d go way way back to the beginning.. if we’d like to address my traumas I’ll just start with my late ex husband.. I think that’s a good place to begin.” That was the last word that I uttered before I let her have her way. As usual, she’s good at that. We’re good at that, a soft chuckle left my lips. That hazel hue in my eyes had appeared and I noticed Dr. Andres was absolutely enamored, nervous.

“Nice to meet you Dr. Andres.. I’m Zuri.”

“Likewise, I know exactly who you are my dear. Shall we continue?” She scribbled her opening notes.

ZURI

The ultimate stripper and hoe old school anthem Sho Nuff by Tela featuring 8Ball & MJG blasted through the club speakers. Tonight was the night real money could be made if you had the power to finesse these niggas. I watched as money fell on dancers and of course the bartenders, I was caught reminiscing my days twirling the pole. It was then I had felt his eyes on me from across the room. For awhile now, this stranger had been watching me. It wasn’t anything new to me, I had grown used to a man eyeing me and looking at me like a piece of meat. Los Angeles was a city where I learned to sniff out a trick, a creep and a freak.

The easiest targets.

Playhouse Hollywood, the lavish nightclub where I worked had attracted all kinds of potential clientele and the desperate ducks in the city. I had just served a majority of my regulars for the night so now it was time to scope the scene and mingle for a few moments. When I ventured out further through the club, that's when I noticed him. His eyes on me and my frame made me put a little pep in my strut. I smirked over at my best friend Lex, her eyes shifted to the baller that I was walking toward. I could only imagine her inner laughter. Once I had walked over to his table in the VIP section it appears that he had his mind made up on wanting more than bottle service.

“I just need one night of your time beautiful. One night.” He stated smirked at me. He took a hold of my hand once I sat the bottles of Hennessy and Don Julio on the table.

“Mmm, my policy is I can’t mingle with clients or customers from work. It’s bad for business and it can be dangerous.” I replied with a chuckle. He remained persistent and even after servicing him, he still was fighting for my attention amongst my regular or new customers. I couldn't be irritated at all considering he gave me a large tip out that covered me even when I had to pay the club’s portion. As the night went on, the club became packed for a Thursday. The liquor in my system mixing with my desire and the drugs now had me craving my usual fix. A good ass orgasm, some bomb dick or pussy was something to really end my night right. I was floating on cloud nine and the shift went by just as fast as it came. The club closed its doors at 2 a.m. so I sat in the locker room waiting on Lex whilst securing my much needed dick appointment.

“Oh Eric baby, I need you to come through.” I purred on the phone as I played with a strand of my hair.

“Yes mam. Anything for you Z, you need anything?” He replied.

“No boo, just you.” I said in a seductive tone, licking over my lips. Lex walked into the locker room with her duffle bags in hand before she set them down. She rushed to change out of her work attire to put on her jogger set. She glanced over at me on the phone before smirking.

“Bitch come on! Haas at the studio and he coming over tonight.” Lex teased as she collected her belongings to head for the door.“That whore ass nigga can wait, tell him to wait.” I retorted as I packed my bags, grabbing my duffles that was somewhat stuffed with money.

Once I ended my phone call with Eric, I laughed then smirked at her as I gathered my duffles. This was our nightly routine after work, I would walk my best friend to her car then that was when my night would truly begin. I patiently waited for Lex to start her car and soon after I proceeded to walk toward my Benz. There was that feeling again that someone was watching me, their eyes undressing me. My skin had goosebumps forming and it gave me a bad vibe. I peeked out of my peripheral vision and tucked my hair behind my ear to see Mr. VIP from earlier that evening was outside this entire time observing us. Fuck that. I immediately thought as my hand slipped in my purse. When I pushed the remote to start my car he was already closer behind me.

“Yo excuse me..” he called.

My nostrils flared with irritation and once I was at my car door, I turned around tilting my head. “Yes?”

“Is it too much to ask to have just your number?” He questioned.

“It is.. because I told you my policy. I don’t care who you are.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder and opened the door before I felt him gripping my wrist tightly.

I didn’t hesitate to let him meet the barrel of my 9mm. He let go of my wrist and raised his hands in obvious surrender.

“Now.. no means fucking no right?! What have we learned.” I lowered the gun to his chest then moved toward his groin. “I could shoot you right the fuck now and no one would ever know the wiser because it definitely look like you’re attacking me. Fuck off.”

“You dangerous baby girl, shit a man would be lucky to have you.” He replied as he backed away.

“You have no idea.”

A devilish little smirk curled on my lips as I got inside my car. I peeled off from the parking lot to rush home. Bitch nigga made me late for my fucking appointment.

HASAN “HAAS”

My eyes were closed as the liquor and weed invaded my system. My arousal was at its peak as I bobbed my head to the music blasting through the studio as it reached the back lounge. I opened my eyes, scrolling through my phone as I puffed on my blunt, occasionally I’d make eye contact with Lex as she worked her mouth to devour my length. Her lips feeling amazing as she curled them to work my inches, licking over my lips I diverted my eyes back to my phone seeing a picture of Lex home girl. I never paid much attention to her other than when she’d serve a drink or give me a dirty look.

Shorty was bad.

The tattoos on her ass, her curves, in my mind she definitely peaked my interest already. I made a mental note and concentrated on busting my nut. When Lex bobbed her head forward I gripped the back of her head to hold her head there, a groan leaving my lips as I felt my dick twitching inside her throat.

“Fuck..” I unleashed a loud raspy groan as my load spilled into her mouth and in the back of her throat.

When Lex cleaned up her mess she stood up to try to take off her clothes, I looked at her with a chuckle.

“What you taking your clothes off for? I gotta get back to work.”

“Haas... what bitch you fucking that I can’t get dick no more?” Lex frowned and her entire expression changed.

“Aye yo! Don’t start that stupid shit tonight..” I sparked my blunt as I pulled my pants up, grabbing my hoodie.

Lex stood up and threw her high heel at me, rushing over to punch me in my back before I grabbed her quickly by her neck to squeeze it roughly, hearing her struggle for air was making my dick hard.

“Put your hands on me again it’ll be the last fucking time you do, bitch.” She loved provoking the other side of me.

When I finally let her go, she scrambled to get dressed then quickly left out of the lounge. I chuckled darkly then shook my head as I puffed on my blunt.

Black was in the hall as he gave me a look as he dapped me up.

“Want me to go get her Haze?” Black chuckled.

“Nah let the bitch think about what she tried to do. Let’s get this work in so I can take my ass home.”

“Aight bro.” Black said as he followed me back into the studio.

Fuck her.

It was time to get this money and time to get focused. I sent Rae a text message advising her I’d be at her crib tonight to finish what Lex started. Bitches really don’t know they giving up they position. I’m the wrong nigga to try to get over on. I sat at the mixing board with my mind roaming to that girl. It’s how she stared at me, that gaze alone made my dick hard. Her whole demeanor changed. It went from sweet to like she wanted to cut a nigga dick off. I needed some of that so I immediately went to Twitter to send a DM, letting the magic work. These hoes always replied. It just be a matter of time or a question of fact.

ZURI “Mmm.. fuck...yes!” I was struggling to hold back my orgasm as the drugs in my system had my clit throbbing, my eyes crossed just from how good he was eating my pussy. Every lick, the twirl of his tongue I could feel and hear which only made my pearl swell. I did my best to keep my moans low because my roommate Ziya could hear me on the other side of the walls even with music playing. My eyes rolled back, that familiar feeling, my ultimate climax was hitting me as my head tilted back and my toes pointed to the ceiling then balling up immediately.

“SHIT!” I groaned in ecstasy, palming the back of Eric’s head I rode his tongue. My hips moved in the same motion—up and down until finally that wave hit me. I saw that face again in my mind and I squirt. I gave him a good christening to the point he could have drowned, baptized him in the most nasty way. I was trying to catch my breath as he came up for air, wiping his hand down his face.

“You cum harder every time, did you miss me?” He asked in his English accent. “I have a bigger allowance for you this time.”

“Maybe so.” I looked over at his glowing blue orbs, blowing a kiss before lighting another blunt. Inhaling the smoke I simply scrolled through my phone to see a DM from Hasan. I rolled my eyes and ignored the message, I’m sure he’d get the hint I didn’t fuck with him for real.

“Six grand. That covers your rent I’ll be paying you a visit at the club for more.”

Eric reached over to spank my ass where my rose tattoo was, leaving down to kiss the back of my neck. It was the thought of him handing that money alone that had my pussy wet all over again. “I’d like to take you on a date again.”

“I’m getting ready for school love but we can set it up, later.” I climbed out of bed and grabbed my robe, walking him out through the living room. I heard Ziya opening her bedroom door as I hugged Eric and telling him goodnight.

Upon shutting the door and turning on my heels, I locked the door then flashed a mischievous little smile. I wasn’t done having my fun just yet.

#msheatherrose #dave east #dave east ff #dave east fanfic #machine gun kelly #urban fanfic #mgk fanfic #fanfic #fiction

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐑.ᐟ⏤͟͟͞͞★

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀So I told the B@$#H I was wit’ that I’m goin’ to the SNACK BAR and got⠀⠀⠀THE FUCK OUT the car.ᐟ⠀〞

I DO NOT permit anyone to repost nor translate any of the work that lies beneath this line break. May this also be a quick reminder to not，and I repeat— DO NOT take from my characters，plots，GRAPHICS nor formats and try to use them as inspiration to those of your own advantage without asking me for permission or rightfully crediting me first.ᐟ I originally came up with these ideas myself，that including my forewarning and playlists formatting. I would hate for new readers to be led astray by thinking I’m stealing from someone else when that really isn’t the case at all.ᐟ I will not hesitate on BLOCKING you from my account indefinitely either. Let this be your final warning.ᐟ

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰¹.⠀⟆⠀𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐒.ᐟ ⏤͟͟͞͞★ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❪SERIES⠀╱⠀cinema❫

▋⠀𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓 ❪urban❫. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀street fighter.ᐟblack.ᐟmale oc ❪keith powers❫ ✕ black.ᐟfemale oc ❪kelis rogers，circa ‘99❫

⋮ㅤㅤㅤHAVING BEEN BIRTHED IN SEATTLE，Washington of late August with vaguely enough parental guidance，Kei Valentine had rightfully earned the persona of being spunky，straightforward，eccentric and diligent，but so had the boy whom was birthed twenty-four hours later，five years earlier and more than two-thousand miles apart from her. The only difference was that while Kei was discovering the positives in life though being abandoned at an early age， Tyree Devlin was raking up all the negatives before her. He was eager， callous，streetwise and rebellious as they came，thanks to the teachings of his only false God.

ㅤㅤㅤFar from compatible，how the two Leos paths aligned was something that only the underbelly of New York City took to swallow，digest and keep sacred，but it wasn’t at all unattainable to one’s own access. You just had to know the correct route to take and connects to make. This is Underground Combat.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀or⠀⠀⠀in which even the innocent can wind up being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀TABLE OF CONTENTS⠀⦂

❱⠀SYNOPSIS. ❱⠀CHARACTER VISUALS. ❱⠀ACT I⠀⦂⠀〝MONEY，POWER ⅋ RESPECT.〞╱SOUNDTRACK.╱CHARACTER AES. ❱⠀CHAPTER UNO⠀⦂⠀〝HEAT WAVE.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER DOS⸝ PT. 1╱2⠀⦂⠀〝SING ABOUT ME，〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER DOS⸝ PT. 2╱2⠀⦂⠀〝I’M DYING OF THIRST.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER TRES⠀⦂⠀〝LOVE THY NEIGHBOR.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER CUATRO⠀⦂⠀〝STOCKHOLM？〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER CINCO⠀⦂⠀〝HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER SEIS⸝ PT. 1╱2⠀⦂⠀〝HIGH RISKS，HIGH REWARDS.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER SEIS⸝ PT. 2╱2⠀⦂⠀〝FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD.〞 ❱⠀ACT II⠀⦂⠀〝IMPERIAL OVERSTRETCH.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER SIETE⠀⦂⠀〝THE MARATHON.〞❪COMING SOON❫.ᐟ

▋⠀𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐘 ❪romantic comedy-drama❫. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀male oc ❪leslie odom，jr.❫ ✕ black.ᐟfemale oc ❪faith renée evans，circa ‘01❫ ✕ male oc ❪anthony ramos❫

⋮ㅤㅤㅤEMBER MAGLIONE’S PERCEPTION OF LOVE was misconstrued from the day she walked the aisle as flower girl at her grandparent's vow renewal ceremony at the age of five. Her belief that all it took was attracting the opposite sex in order to become compatible rather than building a mutual trust，affection and commitment first is what ultimately causes her family to label her as an hopeless romantic，and these standards would follow her well into her adulthood.

ㅤㅤㅤNow twenty-seven with a high-wage career in the event coordinating industry，Ember had seen her fair share of relationships through rose-colored glasses，but her latest December heartbreak had now become the most jaded. Of course，Ember should've acted accordingly to her own policy when it came down to separating business from pleasure，but a very attractive man with such charisma and a six-figure salary like George Walton was enough to deceive any woman as oblivious as Ember，and he was damn near about to kill her!

ㅤㅤㅤIn the midst of attempting to piece her life back together again after been left in the dark for so long by her former fiancé，Ember is finally let in on the secret that tore them apart in the first place and it sends her spiraling down yet another rabbit hole where things are a little too perfect this time around.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀or⠀⠀⠀in which she finally receives her fairytale ending.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀TABLE OF CONTENTS⠀⦂

❱⠀SYNOPSIS. ❱⠀ACT I⠀⦂⠀〝COWABUNGA.ᐟ〞╱SOUNDTRACK.╱CHARACTER AES. ❱⠀PROLOGUE⠀⦂⠀〝ALONE IN THIS WORLD.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER ONE⠀⦂⠀〝？〞❪COMING SOON❫.ᐟ

▋⠀𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 ❪blaxploitation╱the get down alternate universe❫. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀shaolin fantastic ❪shameik alti moore❫ ✕ black.ᐟfemale oc ❪beyoncé giselle knowles-carter，circa ‘02❫

⋮ㅤㅤㅤREFLECTING ON MY YOUTH，I must’ve pitied myself. That was the only real explanation I could think of when it came down to injecting my developing mind，body and soul with any chemical compound that broke me down until I completely surpassed the feeling of numb. Numb to the fact I was being exploited more ways than one by the hands of those other than my own. Numb to the fact I endured it all just to temporarily substitute the void my mother left Roam and I in since the ages of six and ten. She manifested every aspect of the young woman I was so desperately trying to become；independent， selfless and seemed to have the answer to any question thrown her way. I grew dependent on men，selfish to my own habits and breach to every promise I vowed to keep，even those that were left lying on her deathbed. I was untouchable，Mr. Nicky Barnes，until I was repeatedly caught up in my own acts and imprisoned by the same narcotics that made me numb. The good thing about rehabilitation was that I found time to humble myself，the bad thing about rehabilitation was that it was always hard to resist temptation. My final recovery couldn't have came at a better timing. It was Summer of 1977 when I made my return to the burning borough of the Boogie Down Bronx to make amends with my only sibling，make steep career choices，fall in love with a man with just as much venom as myself，resist folding under the pressure of the crooked cops and maybe even get a hit of that sweet stuff they call Hip-Hop.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀or⠀⠀⠀in which the origin of hip-hop is told from a woman’s perspective.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀TABLE OF CONTENTS⠀⦂

❱⠀SYNOPSIS. ❱⠀CHAPTER ONE⠀⦂⠀〝BE THAT AS IT MAY.〞 ❱⠀CHAPTER TWO⠀⦂⠀〝DISCO INFERNO.〞❪COMING SOON❫.ᐟ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰².⠀⟆⠀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒.ᐟ ⏤͟͟͞͞★ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❪IMAGINES⠀╱⠀one-shots❫

Under this divider you’ll find IMAGINES╱ONE-SHOTS all written by me that will more than likely consist of BLACK INSERT，HETEROSEXUAL and SEXUALLY EXPLICIT content. LESBIAN╱BISEXUAL IMAGINES╱ONE-SHOTS will rarely occur in this instance. My name or the names I’ve made up will be what the original characters go by，so no〝y╱n，〞❪？✕ reader❫，but feel free to replace these names with one of your own if you so please.

❱⠀𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ❪hamilton alternate universe❫. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀soft.ᐟjohn laurens ❪anthony ramos，circa ‘15❫ ✕ black.ᐟtoxic.ᐟfemale oc ❪beyoncé giselle knowles-carter，circa ‘08❫

❱⠀𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 ❪hamilton alternate universe❫. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀aaron burr，jr. ❪leslie odom，jr.❫ ✕ black.ᐟjournalist.ᐟchorus substitute teacher.ᐟfemale oc ❪faith renée evans，circa 1995❫

❱⠀𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ❪bmf alternate universe❫. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀demetrius edward〝big meech〞flenory，sr. ❪demetrius edward〝lil meech〞flenory⸝ jr.❫ ✕ black.ᐟfemale oc ❪cheryl renee〝salt〞james，circa 1988❫

❱⠀𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 ❪euphoria alternate universe❫. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀fezco ❪conor angus cloud hickey❫ ✕ black.ᐟdentistry undergraduate.ᐟfemale oc ❪taylour dominique paige❫

❱⠀𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀kendrick lamar duckworth，circa ‘22 ✕ black.ᐟfemale oc

❱⠀𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 pt. 𝟏╱𝟐. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀bryshere y. gray ✕ black.ᐟpublication editor-in-chief.ᐟfemale oc

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰³.⠀⟆⠀𝐁𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒.ᐟ ⏤͟͟͞͞★ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❪HEADCANONS⠀╱⠀drabbles❫

❱⠀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 ❪black panther alternate universe❫. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀n’jadaka╱erik〝killmonger〞stevens ❪michael b. jordan❫ ✕ black.ᐟfemale oc ❪chaka khan，circa ‘77❫

❱⠀𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀kendrick lamar duckworth，circa ‘17？ ✕ black.ᐟfemale oc ❪lorraine ward❫

❱⠀𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .﹩⁰.⁰⁰

pairing⠀⦂⠀kendrick lamar duckworth，circa ‘18 ✕ black.ᐟfemale oc ❪lorraine ward❫

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰⁴.⠀⟆⠀𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒.ᐟ ⏤͟͟͞͞★ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❪REQUESTS⠀╱⠀suggestions❫

The REQUESTS╱SUGGESTIONS section is currently UNAVAILABLE for the time being，so please refrain from sending me any. I VOW to inform you guys in the near future— When I actually have more time on my hands— On when this tab will actually be OPEN to the GENERAL PUBLIC and with more information regarding to how to EARN ONE，so don’t fret.ᐟ Just to inform you guys ahead of time，I WILL NOT be writing HOMOSEXUAL ❪boy ✕ boy❫ imagines╱one-shots╱headcannons forewarning.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀OKLCMC presents... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SNACK BAR.ᐟ ⏤͟͟͞͞★ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❪THE MASTERLIST❫

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ AND I’M LIKE，DAMN.ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I WISH I WAS IN THE BUCKET ⠀⠀⠀⠀TO BE THE SIXTH NIGGA WIT’ THE HO ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AND I CAN FUCK IT.ᐟ ❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀❪THE TAGLIST❫

#┃⠀･｡ﾟ☆⠀〝slat，slat!〞⠀⠀╱ ⠀⠀꒰⠀𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀.⠀꒱#┃⠀･｡ﾟ☆⠀〝i just want some dick.〞⠀⠀╱ ⠀⠀꒰⠀𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬╱𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬╱𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬╱𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬╱𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬.#master list #masterlist #poc authors #poc writers #black authors #black writers #streetlit #urban #urban ff #urban fanfic #urban fanfiction #black fanfic writer #black fanfiction

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foldingfittedsheets · 22 days

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Seal the Deal

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 (current) || Chapter 3

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 (current) ||Chapter 3

Aisling and Kleo return when Kleo realizes that marrying a wet lady she just met was perhaps an impulsive decision. I wanted to explore that conversation.

Tips welcome on my Kofi!

Here's more comics!

#art #artists on tumblr #selkie #wlw #sapphic #lesbian #queer #lgbtq #comic #webcomic #original comic #fantasy #urban fantasy #magic #do you love the color of the comic #ffs comics

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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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Ayo the definitions for Camilo Madrigal on Urban Dictionary are so fucked like who writes this shit. 👀

But then again, I can’t say I’m surprised, because after all this is 1) Camilo Madrigal, and 2) Urban Dictionary we’re talking about here.

#stop sexualizing camilo you weird ass creeps #and stop defining him by your queer hcs of him instead of the actual character and movie #’genderfluid gay boy’ ‘non-binary pansexual’ ffs #nothing wrong with having those as headcanons but still #although thankfully they weren’t all like that and some of them were actually calling out the overt sexualization of him #and were more straightforward #while others just blatantly had a crush and/or were white queers #but it’s whatever #just proof that the encanto fandom is weird i guess #as if we didn’t already know #point taken is that y’all are fucking weird to black and brown kids #like frfr #encanto #camilo madrigal #not isabela madrigal #encanto fandom #encanto fandom salt #urban dictionary

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searchingwardrobes · 2 years

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No Wives, No Mothers, No Lovers 2/7

Yes, yes, I know! The chapter count went up! I really want to stick to consistently posting, and when I had only gotten through one bullet point on my outline after two hours and over 1k words, I decided to break up my outline into smaller chunks. I figure posting shorter chapters more frequently is better than a long wait for longer chapters? Maybe? Well, that’s what I’m going with. This will technically be six chapters with an epilogue.

I hope you continue to enjoy your gift, @snowbellewells !

Summary: He must be hallucinating. Because Emma Swan is supposed to be in Miami, Florida where he left her. Emma Swan isn’t supposed to be on this rocky stretch of beach, completely drenched, and wearing a ball gown of all things. A Lieutenant Duckling AU (sort of) in which Emma is a siren who isn’t supposed to fall in love with a human.

Length: about 1k words in this chapter

Rated: T

Chapter One

Also on Ao3

Tagging: @teamhook @kmomof4 @jrob64 @xhookswenchx @winterbythesea @thisonesatellite @welllpthisishappening @spartanguard @ohmakemeahercules @tiganasummertree @sparlecorn93 @sals86 @pirateprincessofpizza @xarandomdreamx @zaharadessert @huntressandlioness1 @jamif @undercaffinatednightmare @onceratheart18 @sparlecorn93 @sals86 @pirateprincessofpizza @xarandomdreamx @zaharadessert @huntressandlioness1 @winterbythesea

CHAPTER TWO

Killian sleeps better than he has in months, which is sort of a surprise since Emma is in his dreams and on his mind as he wakes. For some reason, her presence across the hall is like a tangible thing that soothes the ache of his heart.

Even though it’s his day off, Killian wakes before seven. Such is a fisherman’s life, rising before first light and watching dawn spread her rays across the water. He likes that part of it, actually. It’s the back-breaking work and the stench of fish that he detests. Being at the mercy of the volatile sea, however, is the worst part about it. It’s why he left Storybrooke to begin with. While quaint, it’s not the type of seaside town that draws tourists. Not with its downtown that time forgot, its dilapidated docks lined with rickety fishing boats, and the cannery that taints the air with the faint smell of salt and fish. Not that Killian doesn’t love it here in many ways. This is the community that welcomed his mother home with open arms, as well as her two sons. The people he adores. He even loves the downtown, though it’s seen far better days. He just doesn’t want to be a fisherman, and in Storybrooke, for the most part, that or the cannery are your only options.

So he’d worked as hard as he could to get good grades in school, fought for scholarships, and found himself with several options. He’d decided on the University of Miami because it was the farthest away yet still by the sea. Leaving Mom and Liam hadn’t been easy, but he immediately fell in love with the university and the colorful, vibrant city of Miami.

Then his mother had died, and nothing was the same.

Killian is slightly surprised when he goes downstairs to see Emma already at the breakfast table with Elsa and Liam. Not many young people their age are early risers. Emma is already halfway through a stack of Elsa’s pancakes as Killian takes a seat across from her. They smile at one another warmly, and Killian boldly winks at her. Pink stains Emma’s cheeks as she tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“Pancakes, Killian?” Elsa asks, already setting a plate of them in front of him.

“Absolutely!”

Elsa sits down with her own plate, and she and the Jones brothers settle into their comfortable morning chatter.

“Looks like rain tomorrow.”

“It always figures, doesn’t it?”

“Pass the syrup?”

“Did you hear that Eric’s bought a third trawler?”

“He needs to expand with the baby coming. I was talking to Ariel just the other day . . .”

Killian catches Emma’s eye, wondering if she feels ignored, but she lounges comfortably in her seat, her pancakes forgotten, and a fond expression on her face. He reaches across the table and takes her hand.

“How are you this morning?”

Emma has the same pad of paper and pen from last night next to her plate. She writes something, then slides it across for him to see.

Never better, actually.

“Good,” he tells her. Then he clears his throat and interrupts his brother and his wife. “I wanted to show Emma around Storybrooke today. Could I have the truck?”

There’s immediate silence; not even a fork clinks against a plate. Liam’s jaw hangs open as he shares a weighted glance with Elsa.

“Of - of course,” he stammers.

Elsa’s eyes brighten as she glances from Killian to Emma and back again. “Is this . . . like a date?”

Emma blushes again, but she also holds his gaze as she nods.

“Yes,” Killian says, “it is.”

Elsa beams and clasps her hands together. “Then we need to call in reinforcements!”

Emma gives him a startled look, her eyes wide, and all Killian can do is shrug.

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Elsa is twenty-five years old and her sister Anna, Storybrooke’s one and only beautician, is twenty-three. Yet when the red-head arrives with a tackle box full of makeup and a giant shoulder bag of hair supplies, the two sisters squeal, giggle, and yank Emma up the stairs like they’re in high school again.

Liam rather eagerly disappears, claiming he has yard work to do. Killian thinks about joining him, but he doesn’t want to get dirty and sweaty. So instead he paces the living room, rubbing his hands nervously on his best pair of dark-wash jeans. Finally, after what feels like forever, he hears footsteps descending the stairs.

He turns and almost loses his balance at the sight of Emma coming down the stairs. She approaches him almost shyly, her hands clutching the fabric of her strapless sundress. Her hair shines, falling in large, soft curls over her bare shoulders.

“You look . . . amazing,” he breathes out, and her eyes sparkle at his praise.

“Emma Swan is modeling for us today a gorgeous lavender sundress.”

Killian glares at Anna over Emma’s shoulder, but the red-head just continues with her enthusiastic runway commentary as Elsa giggles.

“It’s strapless with a seersucker top, and the skirt is long with lots of movement.” Anna pauses, then clears her throat pointedly. “I said, the skirt is long with lots of movement.”

Emma rolls her eyes, but spins in a circle to show off the skirt.

“She’s wearing stylish yet comfortable gladiator sandals in light tan.”

Emma lifts the skirt a bit to show off the shoes.

“Then her accessories are simple yet tasteful with a coral necklace and bracelet which accents the peachy color of her lipstick and blush, perfect for a day at the seaside. Her hair -”

“Anna, I think they get the idea,” Elsa cuts her sister off.

Thank God, because if anyone can talk, it’s Anna. Even if Emma wasn’t mute, she probably wouldn’t have gotten a word in edgewise during her makeover.

“Right,” Anna says, not the least bit chagrined. “You two have a date, and we’re -”

“Leaving,” Elsa finishes for her, turning Anna around and shoving her up the stairs.

“It was wonderful to meet you, Emma!” Anna shouts as she ascends the stairs.

Killian sighs in relief as he turns to Emma, his hand extended to take hers. Emma, however, has gone suddenly pale. She’s staring at the tv over Killian’s shoulder, which he had forgotten was still on. He turns to see Good Morning America covering a story in the Bahamas. A reporter stands, microphone in hand, on a strip of tropical beach.

“The cruise ship went down just eight hours after setting sail. There was no distress call, and the coast guard is baffled as to the cause of the sinking. What’s most tragic is that the ship was hosting a destination wedding at the time. Sweethearts Corey Coffey and Sophie Baxter were lost along with many of their family and friends.”

The news story cuts to an interview with a friend who’d been unable to make the wedding. She shares about the storybook romance of Corey and Sophie as pictures of the couple flash across the screen.

As the story plays, Emma begins to tear the room apart, flinging throw pillows and shoving magazines off the coffee table.

“Emma? What is it?” he asks in concern.

She finds a remote and points it at the tv with shaking hands. Unfortunately, it’s for the DVD player, and no matter how many buttons she pushes, the news story drones on. She becomes more frantic and tears well up in her eyes. Killian stills her hands with his and gently takes the remote.

“Alexa,” he says to the room, “turn off tv.”

Ok. TV off, answers the electronic device.

Emma is breathing heavily, and Killian gently rubs her upper arms.

“It’s okay,” he soothes. “I get it. That’s a really sad story, huh?”

Emma nods, but she refuses to meet his eyes. Killian frowns, then gently lifts her chin.

“It probably reminds you of losing your family.”

Emma merely closes her eyes. A single tear slips down her cheek, and Killian reaches out to wipe it away with his thumb.

“That’s that, then,” he says, forcing levity into his voice. “That’s all the sadness for today. Because today is all about making you smile. Remember?”

Emma opens her eyes, and her body relaxes. Her lips turn up at one side, as if she’s testing out how to smile. Killian shrugs.

“Well, that’s a start anyway.” Then he offers her his arm gallantly. “Shall we?”

#captain swan ff #cs ff #lieutenant duckling #sort of #emma as a siren #urban fairy tale

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