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majesticbrownjawn · 4 years

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Delicate Part Two

Part One

Violet reluctantly goes to a house party with her bestie. Meets Erik. Is subsequently turned out. 😩

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"The fuck you doing up here, babygirl?!" There was a look of confusion and remorse in his eyes.

The way he asked his question was scary up until the 'babygirl' part.

"I-I...I thought you wanted me to follow you." Her breath was incredibly short and she needed to minute—or maybe 20, to get herself together.

"Sit cho ass down." He pointed to an empty spot on a desk behind him. She climbed onto it, still out of breath, and watched him closely as he bent down below her. When his hand went towards her neck, she flinched.

"Chill." He grabbed Violet's chin and pushed it upwards, examining her. He could see the redness around her neck that his actions caused. He gently rubbed the area.

"I’m sorry bout that...Delicate ass."

"Excuse me? You just choked me."

"You shouldn't have been in my workroom snooping around. I didn’t know it was you.”

Her eyes bulged at him.

"Yea. This my shit. This my house. Told you yo ass wasn't as smart as you thought."

"You make computers? You must be...uh,"

"Smart," he finished. She smiled at him nervously. "Surprised you ain't running away."

He turned and walked to the corner of the room where a full-size fridge sat. It was an old school one that was a powder blue color. Had to be from the 70s. She watched as he grabbed a pack from the freezer and filled it with ice. She didn't realize her neck was on fire until he was heading back to with it.

He stood between her legs and placed it on her neck in one of the spots he grabbed. Violet winced in pain.

"Humph. Delicate."

"Don't call me that. I'm not delicate."

She looked at him suspiciously as he continued examining her.

"Like what you see babygirl?" He asked his question without looking up to see she was looking at him. She was staring though.

"No."

Of course I like what I see, you fine ass, homicidal nigga.

Shit.

More sirens.

"Why'd you do that to me?"

His nostrils flared and the air he let out through his nose ricocheted off her cheek and back in his direction.

"Thought you were tryna rob me."

"But even after I said your name, you still..." she absentmindedly rubbed the side of her neck he didn't have the ice on.

"Sometimes I just blackout. I don't know why," he shrugged. He studied her face and saw the fear in it, but more than that he saw curiosity and pity.

"I'm sorry. For real."

His repeat apology was unexpected but appreciated.

"It's fine. Just don't put your hands on me again—unless I ask you to," she joked.

"Oh word?" The slight raise of his brow was so sexy to her. "So what you saying is I can't touch you like this?" He pressed his fingers into her back, pushing her closer to him.

"No. Not without my permission."

"What about this?" His thick fingers gripped her upper thigh where her dress had risen up.

"You still didn't really ask."

She was leaning into him, hoping he didn't stop the path his hand was on. Violet had never been more attracted to anyone in her life. He was a mystery and every moment with him was absolutely thrilling. She'd already done things for him in the last hour that she'd never done—like lick her fingers on command or follow a stranger up a flight of stairs, into a dark hallway, only to be choked to the point of being turned on.

"Can I?" E bit his plump bottom lip, while his hand hovered just over Violet's hot cavern, her legs already spread wide. She looked down to see just what he was referring to and gulped slowly before replying.

"Yes... please."

His hand quickly reached into her amethyst-colored lace boy shorts. He was eager to see how wet she was for him.

"Damn, girl. I guess you do like what you see."

She was currently looking at his forearm as she held on to it, trying to stay upright on the table. Violet briefly looked up at him with the same curiosity she had earlier, asking him the history behind his scars without saying a word. He answered silently, shaking his head no. The number his fingers were doing on her distracted her enough not to care that he was unwilling to tell her about his scarring. She sank her nails deep into his wrist when he slid two digits inside her. Violet's face was so twisted up that he couldn't tell if she was enjoying his fingers gliding in and out her pussy.

"You aight?"

"Umph, ye-yea. Don't stop."

Her hips whined into his fingers as she laid back on the table to enjoy the moment. He smiled, knowing he had her right where he needed her—open and horny as hell. Her head popped up in surprise when she felt the soft pressure of his lips against her clit.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," was all she could say as he sucked on her bundle of nerves while using his fingers to pleasure her. She was seeing spots and was amazed she hadn't cum all in his mouth yet.

E was amazed he was actually eating this chick out—a woman whose name he didn't even know. It's not that he didn't like eating pussy—he loved doing that shit. Something about seeing a woman unravel just by a flick of his tongue got him off. His dick was painfully hard watching her squirm and wiggle with computer parts scattered on the desk around her. He hated to admit it, but his dick was hard the moment he saw the way she judged him. Breaking a girl like her down would be a challenge and nothing made his third leg jump more than a challenge. Still, of all the many partners he'd had in his life, he could count on one hand the number of women who had the pleasure of receiving head from him. They usually catered to him and then we’re ready to fuck.

Despite his mouth doing his best work on her, she hadn't cum yet and when he looked up, he could tell she was trying to hold it off. He watched her grasp for something--anything on the table to keep her orgasm from coming and it pissed him off.

"The fuck? Are you trying not to cum?"

She didn't answer, only looked at him pleadingly. He could see she wanted to cum badly but didn't want to give him the satisfaction, even though she willingly opened her legs for him.

"Aight, you better cum on fucking tongue by the time I count to five or I'm going to get one of my girls from downstairs to handle this." He grabbed his dick and stroked it through his gray sweats as he continued eating her out. She sat up on her elbows and watched his manhood grow and grow. Her mouth watered watching his strong hand pass back and forth over it, distracting her until it was too late.

"Four..."

She was close and had been for a while. The build-up was starting to become too much, but she knew she didn't want to cum on his mouth.

"Fi—"

"Wait!" the urgency in her voice startled her. She held him by his ears and what she said next had him momentarily shook.

"I wanna cum on your dick, E. Fill my pussy up and make me cum you hard... please." She sounded and looked so innocent, as if anything she just said was even close to that.

He was at a loss for words, stunned at her change in behavior. His dick was at full attention, but he had to teach this girl a lesson and show her who was in control. If she obeyed him and her pussy was as tight and gushy as it felt around his fingers, he'd fuck her fluffy ass into next week.

"C'mere."

Violet got up when told and followed him back out into the hallway, her underwear dragging behind her around her wobbly ankle. Her entire being was focused on him, so much so that the blaring music didn't sound as loud as it had before. E stood in front of the banister that overlooked the sea of partyers below. His eyes motioned for her to stand against the railing, so she stood there and waited for his next order.

"So you want this dick, huh?" She could feel him pressed up against her ass. His dick on her made her pussy throb so good. Violet needed him inside her badly. She had a fleeting feeling of shame come over her. Here she was a grown-ass woman, acting like a horny teenager at a party about to hook up with the jerky quarterback, simply because he'd given her touch-deprived self a little attention. But the feeling was fleeting. The sirens in her head were gone, too easily replaced by the thumping sound of her pussy.

He grabbed the front of her neck and pulled her closer.

"Answer me," he groaned.

"Yes, I want it." Violet's pussy lips were heavy with desire, desperate to suck him up inside her until she had her fill.

E had already started to put the condom on, being just as excited to get his dick wet up with her essence as she was to get stuffed with said dick. She gasped not only because of how fast he entered her after giving her consent but because of the sheer size of him. It had been a minute for her, but she jumped right back in the saddle, curving her hips like she'd done with her dildo, fucking E right back and using him to reach those spots inside her that drove her pupils to the back of her head.

He recognized what she was doing and smiled into her hair, grateful she knew how to fuck. He closed his eyes for a moment and let himself get lost in the rhythm of her pussy wrapped firmly around his dick. He could go all night with her like this. His hand unconsciously snaked around her front and under her dress, squeezing each of her fat mounds. He loved tits as much as he loved ass, and having her ass rippling against his abs with his fingers around her nipples was fucking incredible.

E opened his eyes, not wanting to relinquish too much control to her and was immediately reminded of the party—his party, happening below them. He wanted to remind her too, not so that she'd keep her moans down, but to show her how open he had her.

"Look at your bougie ass, letting me dig you out in front of all these people."

Violet opened her eyes and quickly peered into the crowd. They seemed to be in their own world down there. A couple off in a corner looked like they were about to engage in activity similar to what she and E were doing. She excused her unusual behavior in her head, telling herself they weren't actually 'in front' of the party attendees, but rather, above. The music was so loud that she was sure no one could hear her cries of ecstasy, at least that's what she hoped.

And the only way someone would know what they were doing was if they looked up.

Like one of E's homeboys was doing right now.

Violet must not have seen him, because E was sure seeing him would have snapped her out of the spell he'd carefully put her under. The nigga was watching her so hard that he didn't peep E had caught him lurking or notice the scowl on his face. E usually wouldn't give a damn, but the fact that he didn't like his boy looking at her made him fully aware of the sudden jealousy he felt for her.

E pulled out and turned them so his back was to the crowd below. Not missing a beat, he hoisted her up and gripped her big thighs, controlling how hard and fast his dick entered her. She held on to him around his neck and he whispered "Pretty ass eyes," to her before she kissed him sloppily and rested her head on his shoulder. They stayed in that position for a while, her in awe of the power of his strokes and him amazed at how good her body felt wrapped around him.

"Fuck, baby. This pussy..."

"OMG E," her words were so soft in his ear.

"You got a nigga feeling special. Yo shit always this warm?"

He could feel her tightening around him with each word of encouragement and each thrust he gave. His sole mission became fulfilling her request of making her cum hard on him.

"I feel you sucking my dick deep in that pussy. Shit feel good don't it?"

All she could do was whimper.

"You ready to cum, babygirl?" He felt her grip tighten even more. Her pussy was the one doing all the talking now.

"Go 'head and cum on me. It's okay, baby. Cum on this dick like you said you would."

Violet let out a scream that almost startled him. He'd never heard a woman make a noise like that and it made him want to hear it again, except with his name on her lips. He came hard too, to the point that he had to take a few steps forward and press her back against the wall to keep him from dropping her. He hadn't had a nut like that in a long time and he knew he had to have her again. E was ready for that action, but she pushed him off of her and hurriedly tried to straighten herself up. He followed her eyes and saw his best friend Devante coming up the steps with someone.

"There you are, girl. I was looking all over for you," Violet said. E chuckled at how shaky her voice was. Her attempt to act normal after getting fucked down was laughable.

"Were you?" the woman with Devante replied sarcastically.

"Uhh, E, this is my best friend, Trina." Violet didn't miss the way her girlfriend ogled him. He was fine and certainly deserved a second look, but Violet didn't appreciate how long she studied him.

But wait. This nigga was a literal fuckboy, who had just fucked her on a banister. Why was she worried about another woman looking at him? Her best friend of all people.

"What the fuck?!" E yelled suddenly, pointing into the crowd below.

As Violet, Trina and Devante looked frantically to see what he was yelling about, E squatted down and grabbed Violet's ankle, lifting it just enough to slip her lace underwear from around her foot. She gave him a confused look as he slipped them into his pant pocket and smirked.

They all looked at him for an explanation.

"My bad. I thought I saw my baby moms."

"Nigga you ain't got no kids," Devante replied.

"Anyway," he said, brushing off being called out on his terrible cover-up. "Y'all want some drinks? I know you want some Henny, babygirl." He cockily placed his arm around Violet and used his body weight to propel them forward a few paces. He was surprised when her feet stopped moving.

"I think I'm ready to go, Trina." She spoke without addressing him. The sirens were back, along with her conscience and they were screaming, 'We told you so!' She could think clearly now that she wasn't so horny, but Violet knew the longer she remained in his presence, the more susceptible she'd be to his charm. He was so overbearing and dominant and it scared her that she wanted to be submissive to him. To bend to his will and please him, even if it meant letting him have her any place he desired. He took control not of just her body, but her mind too—challenging her perspective and outlook. And she'd only known him two hours.

Good dick and brains.

A lethal combination.

She knew she had to get away from this E character expeditiously, so she flew down the steps, leaving Trina behind to decide if she would stay or not.

"You leaving without saying bye?" She hoped he wouldn't catch her, but somehow she knew he would. He was holding on to her forearm, back out on the porch where they met just hours before. She huffed, frustrated that this nigga had her running back to her car.

"I guess so," he laughed. "What's your name?"

Violet further stiffened in his grasp.

"So you don't want to tell me your name, huh? It's cool. I like to name my girls anyway."

Violet turned to face him abruptly.

His girls? The fuck was this, an episode of Flavor of Love?

But it made sense, actually. There's no way he could look like he looked and fuck like he fucked and not have a few 'girls.' She suddenly recalled him referring to getting one of his girls to finish the job when she wasn't cumming fast enough for him.

"Think I'll give you a flower name, since you all delicate and shit." She bit her lip and watched him think, acutely ashamed she was curious about what name he'd come up with for her.

E placed his hands in his pockets and rubbed his fingers against the fabric of her lace undergarment. It was soft, and fragile. Delicate--like her. As he thought of a name he was reminded of the color of the negligee intertwined with his fingers. They were a deep purple, like the color of his favorite African perennial.

"Aight, I got it."

She looked up into his eyes, her fingers sweeping across his raised forearm.

"Imma call you Violet."

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daimonhalos · 3 years

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Aight this is the second time I watch it but I'm gonna do a commentary on the latest bad's lore stream! Just for funsies, I might have honestly already forgotten some stuff so I wanna keep my thought process :3 let's go, commentary under the cut.

There's also some small theories/analysis in some points but nothing too much, just me rambling cause pain.

The pre stream song. Faster and Bad never change please.

I love so so so much the ominous soundtracks he puts as background for lore man it's just so coooool.

Reality check pre/post lore my beloved 💜

that little meh eh eh. is everything

he's just on a boat at night and but can already see he's got shaders on, this means PRETTY VISUALS AHEAD. Also i really like bits beginning with the character alone heading towards their destined direction, it's just pleasing

HIM TAKING DOWN ANTI EGG POSTERS. KING SHIT

Can't believe I got to hear "muffinhead" in lore voice.

Not even inside the room and HOLY SHIT they covered it all with the red bricks block IM AAAAH IT'S SO PRETTY. Like before the vines were all put at random but now they're neatly placed and it's actually aesthetically pleasing? I love it

DANCEFLOOR DANCEFLOOR DANCEFLOOR

The table. is . so. is so . it's so prebby,,, help like i'd live there man

Bad being overwhelmed by the egg's voice and lowkey scared. FINE IM FINE

No other choice. And the way he repeated it like a mantra? Kind of like to convince himself? AHHH

SKEPPY. SKEPP

small,, small egg staircase

haha fuckign pain. p a i n. just pain it sounds a lot like Skeppy before actually stayed with Bad cause it annoyed him how much he wanted to hang out like old times,,,,, my heart pangs

IM JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU

I CARE ABOUT YOU *passes out*

bad scared the egg is skeppy's bff now /j (have to joke through the pain,,)

BADBOY i swear to god he knows his audience. he just does.

Bad doing whatever he can to even just hang out a few minutes with skeppy. Bro, the tears inside

"I'm comfortable right here." "Skeppy I know you are-" THE WAY BAD'S VOICE BROKE HERE HOLY SHIT LEMME CLIP IT.

He talks to chat. HE TALKS TO CHAT THIS MEANS WE ARE CANON THUS we are either little angels or demons around him or a mix or, we're particles that make up Rat ♥

"All of this is for him" okay stab me next time it'll hurt less

BADBOY STARTING TO BE CONFLICTED BECAUSE HE NEVER HAS A FUCKING BREAK

s- w- skeppy kept the egg alive? okay so ive been thinking about the fact that skeppy became completely red and like wow what if it kinda is that hes literally become a small part of Egg? like, i wonder if someone breaks it, if he feels pain

Skeppy so dry with his responses. stop i will cry

bad. bad why are you bringing up selfies to a lore stream bad-

"why are you still talking to me" "okay..." stop stop PLEASE STOP-

smol growls, he's getting frustrated

idk why but skeppy talking about the perimeters made me laugh it was just funny how far away he was and just started talking about it randomly

"i think it looked a little bit better before" thoughts being thunk

"what's it gonna take for you to stop talking to me?" literally i am deceased s t o p

STOP STEPPIN ON THE MAGMA BLOCKS SIR YOU'RE HURTING

Bad shouldn't be so happy about just having "one last walk around" with skeppy so he "stops bothering" him tHIS HURTS SO MUCH the egg has fucked them up so much

Skeppy doesn't hear it huh? Maybe it whispers different things to everyone

"I like how it feels" nooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STOP HURTING TOURSELF

so no dance? *slams phone on the ground*

When skeppy says his line about never seeing anything close to a party there, idk what it is about it but his tone just hits, man he's so good preesh

HE CALLED HIM ANT. BAD PLS YOUR BEING BAD AT NAMES IS SHOWING

"Oh my goodness you're going back to the egg" HE'S SO SAD. HE'S SO SAD CAUSE HE COULDNT KEEP HIM WITH HIM A LITTLE BIT LONGER HES S

"you know what? i invite you" i wanna read this in a certain way. The egg was feeling like bad was so frustrated he started doubting the egg, so it was like alright let's use skeppy to get it closer to I can manipulate this bad boy better :)) motherfuck

are they about to kiss-

egg cockblocker

"okay don't come back" end me rn

ngl when sapnap joined I got real scared for a moment.

"it's not about power! it's nor about control! i'm you friend skeppy!" "I mean ... you can think that" FUCK U NO IM NOT DEALING WITH THIS RN

"We're friends, right?"

"In your head we can be best friends, we can be whatever you want" BDI ANYONE??????? also whatever- whatever he wants? :eyes: okay sorry no ill see myself out

"We're m- we are friends sk-" M- MARRIED WAS HE GONNA SAY MARRIED DID HE PULL A QUACKITY OH MY GOD I HATE THIS GUY OH MY GOD /pos but also like in a bawling my eyes out way

the egg is more than just a friend? skep u good there pal do u have smth to tell us

"You don't know what it's like." OH HERE HE GOES. HERE HE GOES HERE IT COMES OH NO.

The way Bad stutters i really thought he was gonna say something REALLY IMPACTFUL

"I have done so much for you, for our friendship and now you're trying to tell me we're not friends anymore?" LEAVE ME ALONE

I JUST CAUGHT THE BLOOPER HE SAID ON ME INSTEAD OF HANG OUT WITH ME IM CRYING OH MY GOD BAD HOW DID U FUCK THAT UP oh my god I imagine him mentally going like oh my gosh out of all the things that could be messed up THAT WAS SO FUNNY

ahaha my dads are fighting help

"You think you've done anything? You seriously think that?" *looks at my fic where bad feels worthless because the egg said so* ahah... I'm sorry?

"You left me for a long, long long time before you even checked up on me, okay?" he's not wrong,,,, he's not wrong why does this hurt sm,,,,, "and now all of a sudden you care about me?" OH MY GOD PLEASE I HATE THIS EGG

I see them... i see them approaching the lava blocks..

"the past doesn't matter" the egg wanting to erase their relationship so much,,,, i wanna cry because then if bad doesn't have skeppy he just has nothing right and then,,, then he can be another empty vessel for the fucking egg I hate this mI hate this so much

Also!!! little things I noticed!! Bad taking away part of the vine and also mining a red block? Without being affected at all? MHHHH

"I just wanted us to hang out like we used to" BAD'S VOICE CRACKING AGAIN STOP I WILL CJRYSD

"I did all of this for you and I didn't want the egg to take that away" you see how fucking tragic this is. Like Skeppy sacrificed himself so his friend could stop being infected. Bad sacrificed literally the whole server himself included to get him back. And then it comes down to this. The egg separating them a thousand fucking miles away. I hate this it's so sad

the selfish bit please no stop

THE LAVA BAD THE LAVA PLEASE IT'S TOO CLOSE

the fucking shaking with rage thing got me BROOOO I LOVE WHEN BAD DOES THE LITTLE THINGS IN GAME

"IT'S JUST A STUPID EGG" FUCKING FINALLY YOU TELL HIM BAD but then oh no oh no would you look at that huh. cant fucking have shit in dsmp. the way he immediately just screams for him right after

YOU CAN HEAR THE TEARS IN HIS VOICE and also mine hi I'm sobbing again

BDI FUCKING CANON LET'S GOOOOOOO WE CALLED ITTTT

(Dreamscape?)Skeppy being actually concerned with him haha this doesn't hurt at all!!!

*stares at black screen* I'm fine.

Thank you for listening to my ramble I am hurting so much bestie

#dream smp #dream smp spoilers #badboyhalo #bbh #skeppy #death tw #mind control tw #ask to tag

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summerrrluvvv · 3 years

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Chapter 9: part 2

Kyrel:

“Alright Henny and coke got you” I said to this Man at the bar. As I went to go make the drink, I seen Zion standing at the bar looking at md, she gave me a small smile. “Hey!” She yelled over the music. I just looked at her and walked off to finish making the drink. She already left me 10 missed calls and 4 voice mails and a lot of text messages. I mean I forgive her, and I want her no doubt, but I slick felt some type of way like she used me. I brought the man his Henny and coke. It was two other bartenders so I could slip away for a little minute just to see what she has to say. I signaled her to follow me out back. When we got outside, I lit me a blunt and leaned up against the wall. “What’s up?” I asked her. I was looking at her and She was looking good. “Look, Kyrel I don’t want you to be mad at me okay, I just, I’m scared that when I go back to Atlanta I will miss you and I haven’t been this attached since my first heart break, and I apologize for how I said things last night, I care for you it’s just I’m not ready to give my all this felt much better and safe when I thought we both knew this was a fling” She said. I shook my head at her. “But it’s not, when I met you, I wanted you, and I was dead set on making you mine, okay”. She just looked at me, “Ky, look I understand that. Most men be all over me and want me and pine for me, niggas even stalk me, but nobody has ever flipped the script on me where I cared about how I made them feel. I feel really bad, I feel really scared and I feel butterflies when I’m with you and I think maybe yes I’m falling for you, and I’m hard to get, so that’s just a weird feeling, I haven’t felt in forever”. I shrugged my shoulders, “So what Z, you want us to be together or what? Cause of this is just a game you can save all the bullshit” I stressed to her. The back door flew open, it was my homie Maurice, he was emptying the trash and probably coming to smoke a cigarette. “What’s up boss” He said to me dapping me up. “Oh, hell nah” Zion said. Maurice clenched his jaw. “You know this bitch?” He said. I looked him crazy cause why was he calling her out her name like that. “Nah homie I need you to watch your mouth” I said. He smirked. “Oh, this you playa?” He said laughing. I looked at Zion. “You know Maurice?” I asked her. She looked pissed. “Yea I know this nigga” I looked between them trying to figure out what was going on between my homie and the girl I might make my girl. “Remember the shorty I told you about that’s her” Maurice told me. He came in mad talking about a girl he fucked and how she left him hanging after dinner he was dogging her out. I felt like killing somebody. Because here she was in my face pleading with me when she fucked my homie not even a full day went by. “You fucked my homie?” I asked her. She looked at me confused. “What?” She asked. “Come on baby tell my dawg how I bussed in them guts earlier” Maurice said smirking. I looked at her. “Is it true?” I asked. She sucked her teeth in and shook her head. “If you believe anything out this slimey ass grimey ass nigga mouth then nigga we done” She said to me. “So how you know him?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “He asked me out and I went out with him but then I realized he was a clown and for the record I only went out with him to try to get my mind off of you, you wasn’t calling me back so I thought I should just continue doing me, and yes doing me is meeting a nigga to make me feel good for the night then dip but he wasn’t worth none of my time, it only was a 45minute meet up before this nigga told me he wanted to fuck me and drive around in my car with his bum ass” She snapped. I shook my head not only was she trying to play me she went out with my home boy and maybe fucked him. “So, you lying to me? Why are you even here Zion if you needed a nigga to make you feel good?” I asked. She slightly laughed. “For the record, I would never sleep with this motherfucker and I have fucked worst niggas but the whole time I realized, I wanted the way you made me feel so after wards I came over here to see you to fix shit with you, but fuck this. If you want to believe him cool but at least I tried”. I had a lot of pride in me. She looked at me. I looked away. She sucked her teeth at me. “Whatever” She said, I watched her shake her head and go back inside to leave. I wanted to go after her. I tossed the blunt to follow her inside, by the time I got in there she had left. “Damn it”. I said. Maurice was right me, “Man fuck that hoe ass bitch”. I grabbed him and dragged him into the bathroom. “Why you lie about fucking her?” I asked. Maurice just smirked. I grabbed his shirt and pinned him to the wall. “Man, cause I don’t know, you believed it, plus that bitch embarrassed me and had me banned from the lounge!” I threw him into a staw. “Stop calling her out her name!” I yelled before walking off. My dumb ass had to do some dumb shit. If Maurice did not come outside shit would have been back good between but I had to let my pride take over.

Samar:

I woke up with a headache, from smoking all that damn weed and drinking all that liquor. I looked at my phone to see missed calls from Diamond. “Damn It” I said to myself. I rolled over and got out of bed and looked for my clothes. I forgot I had to meet Diamond for brunch so we can talk about our relationship. I listened to my voicemail from her. “Samar where the hell are you, we have reservations at the Potato bar 12:30, its 11:20!” She stressed. I sighed and looked at the clock it was 11:45 I needed to get to Diamond. My phone started ringing again, I seen it was Diamond. “Yo baby girl I’m sorry Tye and I got lit last night and passed out with her friends” I lied. I heard Tye softly groaning. I looked over and seen her turnover. “Samar hurry up and get here” Diamond said. “I got you” I said hanging up. “Where you are going?” Tye asked. “To Brunch with Di” I said looking for my shit so I can leave. “Why are you going out with her after we just fucked Samar, you not even taking a shower with yo nasty ass!” She snapped. I sighed “Yo don’t start this bugging shit, you been spazzing lately, you know how I feel about Diamond” I said annoyed as fuck. She threw a pillow at me. “Your full of shit Samar why would you go out with that bitch after she fucked somebody while yall was together?” She started getting up and putting on her clothes.Diamond had gone on tour with Brent Fiayaz and ended up fucking him on tour, she apparently got pregnant but then got an abortion and lied about to me. “Yo why you bring that’s shit up?” I asked. She knew how I felt about that situation. She rolled her eyes. “Samar what the hell are we doing?” She asked. I shrugged “Whatchu mean? I told you what it was” she put her hand on her hip and what the fuck is it? You get your relationship right with that bitch then fuck me when its convenient for you Samar, what are we like fuck buddies now? From best friends to fuck buddies. Let me know Samar because I need to just move on”. I shook my head, “Nah I’m not about to let you fuck another nigga Tye”, She opened her door and stood there with her arms crossed “Samar I don’t want to do this anymore” She said. “Do what Tye?” I sighed. “This, you trying to tell me who I can fuck and who I can date like a side chick. Samar I’m sorry for fucking this shit up, we should have never complicated things, I need space from you” She said. I smirked at her cause she just talking. “Ima come over later I promise” I said trying to grab her cheeks and kiss her. She pushed my hands out her face. “Damn you really mad?” I said laughing, I cannot Tye serious she always gone be there like we besties she aint going nowhere this just a little baby ass issue, she will get over it. She mugged the fuck out of me. “Samar get your shit and get the fuck out and don’t come back over here later, I said what the fuck I said. You not my nigga and you don’t want to be, so let’s just stop this shit where it’s at we fucked twice that’s it yeah we have feelings that you don’t really take into consideration and loving you without you knowing was better than this” I shook my head at her, “Aight Tye Whatever” I looked at her holding my stuff. “What? You can go” She told me. I walked out her room and she slammed the door on me. I went downstairs and let myself out, this girl was tripping.

Isaac:

“Here you go” Daryl the sprint guy said to me handing me my phone. I felt relieved to know my shit was fixed. Melody was on my mind heavy, so I dialed her number. It rang a few times before she answered. “Hello?” She said. “Hey, can I see you and we talk?” I asked. She breathed into the phone. “Yeah”. Okay, give me like 25minutes aight” I said before I hung up the phone. Trey and Freddie had met up with me in the food court. “Aye new phone who dis nigga” Trey said laughing. Freddie had a little baddie with him. I looked at Freddie and he smirked. “Keyshawn this is my bro Isaac, Isaac this my little shorty Keyshawn” He introduced us. I smiled at her and shook her hand. My homies been pulling baddies left and right. “Well, I need the whip again today” I said. Trey smirked. “Mel?” He asked. I shrugged, “Man don’t worry about it” I told him. “My home girl Neesha having a little kick back so yall can just ride with me” Keyshawn said. Freddie nodded and threw me the keys. “Be safe dawg”. I nodded. I left the mall and went to the parking deck. I got in the rental and put her GPS in. Bryson Tiller “Been That Way” started playing “I wanna know how we became so distant girl, the way we fell in love it was almost instant, I’m trying to find a way around it, girl tell me how you feel about it, you still love me that’s the way it sounded, Thank God I would have never found this”. I drove to her Airbnb just listening to the lyrics. “Baby it’s been that way, Baby it’s been that way. Baby I still feel the same, something I got to maintain listen to me when I say baby its always, its always been that way”. I guess my phone knew I was in my feelings cause Miguel “Sure Thing” played next and I was 5 minutes from her place, “Even when the sky comes falling, even when the sun don’t shine. I got faith in you and I so put your pretty little hand in mine. Even when we down to the wire baby, even when its do or die. We can do it baby simple and plain cause this love is Sure Thing, you can bet that never got to sweat that” I sang along. I texted Mel and let her know I was pulling up. It was like 5:15 pm.

She waited for me at the door. She had on boy shorts and an oversize crop top with her hair in two buns. When I walked in, she looked at me awkwardly. Music was playing throughout the house. I see Tye was rolling up weed on the kitchen bar stool. “What’s up Tye?” I said greeting her. She smiled and waved “Hey Isaac”. “Aye you got another blunt?” I asked her. She nodded; I passed her $10 she shook her head. “You good”. I nodded. “You clutch with it, you know I always fucks with you” I told Tye, she just laughed. Melody led me to the back yard. It was a big ass pool with a waterfall out there and a little bar area. We had to walk down some stairs to get to the yard, so we just sat on the steps. I grabbed my lighter out my fanny pack I had across my body. I lit the blunt and started smoking to ease my nerves. Melody started playing with her hands, then she stood up and started talking. “I went on a date last night” She said. I could feel the jealousy in me rising. “A date, with that nigga?” I asked. She slowly nodded. “I wanted to be honest with you”. I was mad not going to lie. “So, what he hit?” I asked. I looked at her and she looked at me, I was looking into her eyes to see if she would lie or not. She shook her head. “No”. I could tell she was telling the truth, but she seemed uneasy. “You ain’t do nothing?” I asked. She sighed and laid her head in her hands. “We kissed that’s it” She said. I was picturing her and this nigga, shit making my skin crawl, I felt sick as fuck. “So why we are talking then Melody?” I asked. Why she ain’t with this nigga then. “Because I can’t get you out of my head or my heart, it felt okay at the moment but then I had to stop because shit could have gone far and I would have been disgusted in myself cause you know that ain’t me Isaac, I feel like my body is yours okay, like I only want you to kiss me and you to touch me not anybody else it doesn’t feel right”. I wanted to be mad at her for kissing this nigga and going on the date but honestly after the other night she probably thought I was done with her. “Why you even go on the date?”. I asked her. She shrugged “I figured we was for real done, so I thought maybe I could get my mind off you but that’s it” I watched her looking stressed. I just palmed my face. “What’s up with you and that thotty you left the Pajama Party with? Tye saw you with?” She said. I sighed because I forgot all about Shorty, even her name. “Aight look I was drunk as hell and mad about you and Ole boy so yes I took her home, did we fuck yeah almost she just gave me head and she barely did that, you was blowing my shit up and she left.” I admitted. “So, when you get mad at me you try to fuck other hoes, that’s what we are doing?” She asked mad. I shook my head irritated. “Mel, right now we still sorting shit out, yes I got mad at you and dude, and yes I thought if you left with him you was fucking him and I wanted to just get mind off you and this nigga, and I felt crazy about it after you left and I broke my phone, but I’m here right now letting you know that I do want to be with you and I don’t want no other man to have you, Shit makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about this man kissing you, touching you” I said feeling all this emotion I try to avoid showing. She just looked at me and started crying a little. “Come here bruh” I said. She got up and looked at me I brought her closer to me so she could sit in my lap facing me. “You going to see this nigga again?” I asked her, looking her straight in the eyes. She shook her head. “No, it’s not fair to him for me to be in love with somebody else and lead him on, But I do need to let him know” She told me. Man fuck that nigga she can leave homie hanging. “Man, aight”. We just looked at each other before she brought her lips to mine and we were making out. My hands trailed down to her ass and softly grabbed it. “Mmm” She moaned into the kiss. I broke the kiss before things got to intense. “Go break things off with homeboy” I told her she slowly nodded. “Okay fine”. She got up off my lap and we both got up from the bench. “I want us to get to know each other again, and I want to take you out and get to know you and date you the proper way” I said. She smiled and nodded her head. “Alright”.

Anthony:

“Hey Ri-Ri it’s Ant again, I’m calling you from my homie phone cause I know you blocked me but I just want to say I’m sorry mami, It wasn’t would it looked like. Nina is my ex we were just catching up” I said over the voicemail I left for Ariana. I knew she was pissed and probably thought I was playing her, but I was not, I really went to go meet up with Nina because I needed to clear my head. I was scared about what I am feeling for Ariana and I had not felt that way since Nina and I broke up. I wanted to see if I had finally moved on from her and I did. I called Ariana again, she finally picked up “Hello, who is this?” She asked sounding sleepy. “It’s Anthony, I wanted to know If I could see you so we can talk” I asked. She groaned annoyed “There’s nothing to talk about Anthony I saw you out with another girl” She said. “Look I can explain, can we please meet up?” I asked. She sighed “Fine, I will meet you at the beach” She said. We hung up, and I got up and prepared myself to meet Ari at the beach. I got in my car and headed over. When I got there, I seen Ariana leaning on The Rental Jeep going through her phone. She had her hair in a scarf and some basket balls shorts and over size tee shirt with slides on. I got out my car and went over to her. She looked at me mad as hell. “So say what the fuck you got to say, because I don’t have the time for any more bullshit” She said. “Well first of all why was you drunk at the restaurant?” I asked her curious. She shrugged, “Because for your information I met up with Marlon, he was apologizing for how he acted and that was it then I stayed to drink by myself if you really needed to know” I smirked at her irritated she got me out here trying to apologize when she was meeting up with that nigga. “So you tripping on me but you was with Marlon?” I asked. She put crossed her arms getting upset. “Nigga, I didn’t hear from you all damn day and yes I went to hear what he needed to say I was on a date like you were avoiding my calls, you know what I’m leaving” She said, I quickly grabbed her arm. She snatched her arm away from me. “Don’t touch me” She snapped. I put my hands up in defense. “I’m sorry Ari, I just don’t like how he did you” I said. She sucked her teeth at me. “Excuse me? You did me the same way fucked me then disappeared to a new bitch or is that your girlfriend or wife?” She asked. I shook my head. “No, Nina is my ex okay. I was getting cold feet about us and I wanted to make sure I was fully over her before I pursued anything with you because before you came we had been broken up for like atleast 2 months, and we had been together for a year. She was the first girl I ever loved, and I was torn over her when I found out she had got with another man when she was with me, and I wanted to make sure it was nothing there that was it” I said to her. She started laughing. “So let me get this straight, you ignored me all damn day to see if you still loved another bitch nigga just save all the bullshit, this shit is over between us. I won’t be played off no goofy shit okay?” She stated. She unlocked her car doors. “Ari it’s not like that, I just wanted to give myself to you fully without having feelings maybe for Nina, that was it” I told her hoping she would understand. She shook her head. “Just leave me the hell alone Anthony” She said before getting her car and leaving. “Fuck!” I stressed. I pulled out my phone thinking if she will not believe me maybe she will believe Nina, I told her how I felt about Ariana that day at the restaurant. “Hey Nina, can you do me a favor?”.

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[UR] The Park on Bruckner Boulevard

José Velasquez sat by the fan in the living room as his two younger brothers watched “Paw Patrol” on the TV. The combination of July heat, overly energetic siblings, and noisy street fireworks was sending José over the edge. While he desperately needed an escape, there weren’t many places for a Dominican kid from the South Bronx to seek refuge when he needed it.

Unable to withstand the discomfort any longer, José took his phone from the charger and stormed into his mother’s room.

“Mami, Imma go to the Bodega real quick I’ll be right back” He said hastingly.

“Como? It’s 9:46! What you need from the Bodega? We have food in the fridge.” His mother retorted with an annoyed look on her face.

“Pero mami, I just want a sandwich and a Snapple. I’ll even get you platanitos.” He smiled because he knew his mother couldn’t resist her favorite snack.

“Bueno, pero come right back. And you better not return smelling like marijuana either.”

José grabbed a backpack and quickly left his apartment before his brothers could ask him to buy them candy from the store.

The classic mixture of fresh air, gasoline, and hot garbage from earlier in the day assaulted his nose as soon as he stepped foot on the pavement. The water from an open fire hydrant oozed behind him as he strolled down the sidewalk.

The heat forced, what felt like, the entire neighborhood outside that night. Adults sat on chairs and laughed while smoking hookah. Children rode on tricycles up and down the block. Ozuna blasted from someone’s car speaker.

José started to speed up when he saw a group of men lurking on the corner near the bodega. He learned at a young age to keep his head down and mind his business if he wanted to avoid trouble.

José walked into the store and headed straight for the chips. He grabbed the platanitosfor his mother and left the money on the counter. He didn’t want anything for himself. The truth was that he was hungry for something, but it wasn’t food.

Before José could realize it, he was running. He was running so fast, his legs began to hurt. He had even stopped paying attention to the traffic signals. He knew people were looking at him like he was crazy but he didn’t care. He was only worried about getting to their place.

He made a turn on Bruckner Boulevard, almost colliding with a young couple as he passed. His body understood where to halt before his mind did. It was muscle memory at this point. He took a moment to collect his breath before walking into the park.

He jogged past the playground, keeping a wary eye of anything suspicious lurking in the dark. He made a right turn and parked at a bench. He liked this spot because it was out of the way, but not too deep into the park for him to end up on News 12 The Bronx the next day.

He looked down at his phone. “It’s 10:28. She should be here by now.” He said.

Just before he would start to worry that she had left, a familiar voice pierced through the humid air.

“How I knew you was gonna be late?”

José turned around and felt his anxiety melt away. It was Tatiana. She stood several feet away from him. Even in the dark, he could still make out her slender frame and curly brown hair as she approached the bench.

“Yeah aight” He said. “You should just be glad I even showed up”

They stared at each other in silence for about five seconds before bursting out into laughter.

“You really a trip JoJo” Tatiana said as she struggled to recollect herself.

Tatiana had been calling José “JoJo” since they were in elementary school. It started off as a way to get under José’s skin, but it would eventually become the only thing Tatiana would address him by for years.

“Whatever Tati. What you wanted me out here for anyways?”, José asked.

“Cause I haven’t seen my bestie in a minute, that’s why” Tatiana replied. “And I know you wasn’t tryna be up in that hot ass apartment all night neither” , She chuckled.

“Now, you not wrong about that one.”

Although José liked being sarcastic towards Tatiana, he was extremely happy to be spending time with her. Summer was the only time they would frequently see each other since they went to different high schools. Things were different this summer, however, because Tatiana started working extra shifts to save money for the community college she would be starting in the fall.

She smart as hell, José thought.

The two sat together in comfortable silence. Tatiana rested her head on José’s shoulder, causing him to flinch in surprise before relaxing again.

“You wanna know something ”, Tatiana asked

José looked over, “What’s up”

“You remember when I told you I got into Syracuse but I couldn’t go cause it’s mad expensive?”

“Yeah”

“Well I had started applying to scholarships on the low after that, and I found out yesterday that I won one. Whole thing paid. I’m going to college, baby!” Tatiana was on her feet at this point, grinning wider than the Cheshire Cat. Her almond-colored eyes glistened underneath the orange glow of the lamp post.

José sat dumbfoundedly.

She was really going to college, he thought

The idea of college wasn’t completely foreign to José. He was looking into enrolling into some community colleges himself. But a 4 year college? With dorms and everything? That was like winning the lottery where he was from.

Tatiana’s grin slowly began to fade. “What? You not happy for me?”

“Nah I am”, José lied.

He wasn’t happy for Tatiana at all. He was hurt. Syracuse was over 200 miles away. Neither of them had a car. He wouldn’t have cared if she had chosen any other school in New York City, as long as she would be there for him. He needed her to be there for him.

“JoJo, I’ve known you for long enough to know when something ain’t right.” Tatiana was frustrated at this point. José was the first person she told besides her family and she expected a positive response.

“I’m happy for you for sure, but you really gonna leave everybody behind like that?”

Tatiana felt like she had been slapped across the face. “What you mean ‘leave everybody behind? ‘ I ain’t never had an opportunity like this in my life . And you gone sit there and make me feel bad about it’’, Tatiana sucked her teeth.

“I ain’t tryna make you feel bad Tati, but what about your moms? Your sisters?”

“My life has never been about me Jo. I was the one who had to look after Marissa and Samantha while mami was working. I was the one who took care of abuelito when he got sick” Tatiana shouted. “Why am I wrong for choosing myself for once?”, Tatiana’s voice cracked as she spoke. It felt like she had swallowed lava as she struggled to hold back tears.

José sat for a moment before saying, “And what about me” his head was lowered, too ashamed to make eye contact with the best friend he knew he was hurting.

“You?”, Tatiana sneered. “It ain’t like we together or nothing.” She knew it sounded harsh once she said it, but José’s behavior warranted so much worse.

José could no longer repress his feelings. He stood up from the bench and headed straight towards Tatiana.

“ You see that’s what your problem is.” He spat. “You think you better than everybody because you book smart.” “ We both come from the hood and we will always be from the hood,Tati. Those snobby gringoswon’t care about you, I do!”

“And don’t come crying back to me onc-” José stopped and realized the position he was in. He was hovering a good 8 inches above Tatiana’s body. Fingers pointed and arms flailing. Tatiana looked confused and upset. Her face red from the anger.

José stepped back and slowly walked towards the bench. Nearly regurgitating from the guilt he felt.

Tatiana and José stayed apart for 10 minutes before Tatiana broke the silence. “Don’t you want more?” She said almost inaudibly. “Aren’t you tired of seeing the same fools we went to school with get locked up or killed or impregnated by some bum?”

“I have a real chance to make something of myself” she continued. “ The Bronx isn’t the whole world José. And I sure as hell won’t let this place take my life before I even get a chance to live it.”

Tatiana gave José one last look before jogging off towards the exit of the park.

José wanted to do so many things. He wanted to call after her. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to walk her home to make sure she got back safe.

His body, however, couldn’t comply with his wish. He was glued to the bench, lamenting over the events that had taken place. Where had that anger and selfishness come from? He loved Tatiana, why wouldn’t he be thrilled about her getting an opportunity of a lifetime?

Before he could begin to answer those questions, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Twenty-eight missed calls and 16 text messages from his mother. He would be surprised if she hadn’t filed a missing person report by that point.

José gathered his belongings and sprinted back to his apartment building before the night could get any worse for him.

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José opened the door to his studio apartment and threw his backpack on the floor. Another long day at work. He peeled off his greasy, sweat-stained clothes and headed for the shower.

He loathed his job as a line cook, but it paid the bills. It was also one of the few places that would hire him with his record.

The past 5 years had been a rollercoaster for José. Being at the wrong place at the wrong time took off 2 whole years of his life. Time wasted in the penitentiary when he could’ve been creating the future he wanted for himself.

I was lost and confused. He thought. He was just happy that he was able to get his own place and start making his own money, clean money.

He dried himself off and changed into a tank top and some shorts. He sat by his half-broken, fan, hoping its breeze would provide some comfort.

“Damn it’s hot” He said aloud.

Without cable, or even a TV for that matter, José took to his phone to relieve his stress.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never resist visiting Tatiana’s profile. They had recently gotten in touch only a month ago after she finally accepted his friend request on Facebook.

Soon after, José sent her a message, congratulating her on her admission to New York University’ s law school.

She was always smart as hell, José thought

He didn’t think she would reply, but to his dismay she did.

Messages quickly turned into hour long phone calls. She had mentioned that she was living downtown now, some overpriced apartment on the Upper West Side. She had worked hard all throughout college to provide for her needs and keep up with the wealthy white students at Syracuse.

Everything from her fashion sense to the way she carried herself changed dramatically over the years.

José felt embarrassed when he would speak to her. A part of him felt ashamed that he had turned into the very people she warned him about. If only he would’ve heeded her warning and gone to school like he planned to. What would his life be like today?

Time had taught him that fear and jealousy was what caused him to start that fight with Tatiana. He gave up on his own dreams at a young age, so he definitely didn’t want to see someone else living out theirs.

José's mind started to drift into its usual dark place when his phone began to ring.

Tatiana’s calling again? Was everything alright with her?

José promptly answered the phone. “Hello” He said.

“Hey José” , She said nervously, “I’m just going to get straight to the point.”

“My sister, you remember Marissa, well she’s having a baby shower tomorrow at 1 and I wanted to know if you could make it. My whole family’s been asking for you ever since...” Her voice trailed off.

José picked up the conversation to avoid any more awkwardness, “Yeah. Of course. I can’t believe she’s already going to be a mother.” He said, regretting it afterwards.

“ Yeah she’s on the younger side but she has a good head on her shoulder, plus she has us.” She paused briefly. “Listen, the party’s going to be at that park on Bruckner Boulevard, you know the one.”

“How could I forget”

“Cool. I’ll be seeing you there then.”

“Cool.”

The phone disconnected.

José woke up to the sound of his blaring alarm and immediately started to get ready. He brushed his teeth, showered, threw on the outfit he had picked out the night before and gave himself a good look in the mirror.

I can’t see her like this, He thought.

His hair was uncut, he had stubble on his chin. He had gained a considerable amount of weight since his teenage years too.

He decided he wasn’t going. Tatiana had her whole life together, there was no way he was going to show up as an ex-convict with clothing from GoodWill.

As the time passed, his burden grew. He had already ruined their friendship once, he didn’t want to squander it again.

He looked at the time, “12:50” There was no way he was going to make it, but he still had to give it a shot.

José ran. Ran past the new coffee shops and the fancy restaurant that replaced his favorite bodega.

As he ran, he thought about the time when the only worry on his mind was when he would get to hang out with Tatiana again.

He made a turn on Bruckner Boulevard. Taking a moment to recollect his breath, unable to decipher whether his sweat was caused by the nervousness or anxiety or both.

He walked through the park’s entrance, following the scent of Pernil and the pink balloons in the distance.

José moved closer and closer to the party, violently fighting the urge to run right back to his hot apartment.

Before he could approach the gift table to leave his card, he heard that sweet, nostalgic voice of a woman behind him.

There she was, same small frame, curly brown hair, and almond eyes.

She looked up at him with that big grin on her face and said, “After all this time, you still showing up late JoJo?”

And just like that, José felt all his anxiety melt away.

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