"Explain to me why this not right baby, please." "Nyzir I'm not suppose to feel this way about you."

"I'm not bout' to complicate yo life baby, you don't want this." "Elijah, you don't get to choose what I want to do with my life !"

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞! ❝i need less voices, just you and me.❞ DISCLAIMER. do not take this shit serious. i am not from new york, this is just for fun!

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

Blackbxb. 🖤

When you're left with a dead body in your kitchen and there's only one man you can call. The man you hate more than anything. With nobody else to turn to, you're stuck doing this under his terms. ••• "You just love to piss me off don't you?" His jaw ticks as he leans down towards me. "I don't really give a fuck about you Kain. I was just trying to have some fun before you went and ruined my night." "Oh you knew exactly what you were doing. I don't buy anything else for a second. You saw me. You knew you were pissing me off and you pushed me further. Well Drea, you pushed too fucking hard."

Flo is moving across the Country for her first year in college, when her plan starts to fall apart she finds herself living with four men who all have a soft spot for her innocent nature.

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀 rose to fame at the ripe age of 20.. her only rule in the industry that she not perform without her necklace. 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓, a 24 year old rapper. When the two unalike artists meet for the summer what will happen. A supernatural story.

𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘦? | DISCONTINUED||