#Growing Up Hip-Hop Atlanta

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Finding Angel: 4

MASTERLIST

Elysian Motion Studios, Midtown Atlanta 

The sounds of sneakers squeaking on polished wood and a booming hip-hop beat fill the massive room. Naima stands at the front of the class, her reflection mirrored endlessly across the walls. The Saturday morning sunlight pours through wide windows, casting long golden streaks across the floor. Normally, this place is her sanctuary, a world apart from the glittering haze of Exotica. Today, though, her mind is elsewhere.

A few days have passed since her clash with Roman in the champagne room. The memory of it clings to her like stubborn smoke, curling into every corner of her thoughts no matter how hard she tries to focus. It’s not her first fight with a guy, but something about this one leaves a raw edge she can’t shake. They haven’t spoken since, and she is not comfortable with how much that bothers her.

“Five, six, seven, eight!” she calls out sharply, clapping her hands to the rhythm with more force than usual.

The students flinch slightly but keep moving. Teenagers with dreams of TikTok fame twirl and pop alongside a few moms laughing at themselves as they stumble through the choreography. A middle-aged man in the back concentrates furiously, determined not to trip over his own feet.

“Don’t overthink it!” Naima encourages, though her tone carries an unintentional bite. She walks through the group with a commanding presence, her movements sharper and more precise than usual. “Feel the beat in your chest, don’t fight it! Let it carry you!”

Phoenix, her teaching partner, leans casually against the mirrored wall, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face. His sweat-slick golden brown skin practically glows under the studio lights, and his clean-cut features look like they’ve been sculpted by a Renaissance artist. His usual charm is in full effect as he cracks jokes with the students.

“She’s intense today, ain’t she?” he jokes to a teenage boy trying to keep up.

“She scary, bruh,” the boy mutters, though his grin betrays his admiration.

Naima spins around, catching the exchange. “I heard that! And y’all gon’ thank me when y’all nail this routine.”

The group groans good-naturedly, but her students love her. She has a way of pushing them while making them feel seen, a balance that comes naturally. Today, though, her frustration simmers just below the surface.

After wrapping up the hip-hop session, the atmosphere in the studio shifts. The room clears out, leaving a smaller group of women changing into more form-fitting gear. This is Naima’s second class of the day: pole dancing.

She moves to the next room where the gleaming metal poles are situated, and ties her long natural curls into a high puff on top of her head, and sheds her loose t-shirt and sweatpants for a sleek sports bra and biker shorts. “Alright, ladies, let’s get to it,” she announces, kicking off her sneakers and slipping into her clear heels. “Pole isn’t just about strength. It’s about rhythm, confidence, and owning your space. So, let’s own it.”

Her moves are fluid as she demonstrates a spin and transitions into a graceful climb. The students watch, wide-eyed, some giggling nervously. Normally, she loves showing them what their bodies can do, even if they don’t believe it yet. Today, though, she feels a pang of impatience, like everything around her is moving in slow motion.

Phoenix, ever observant, notices her tension. “You good, Nai?” he asks, stepping closer to her after the pole class is over.

“I’m fine,” she replies quickly, her voice clipped.

Phoenix raises an eyebrow but doesn’t press further. He’s known her long enough to steer clear when she’s in this mood. Instead, he takes his place near the camera, ready to film their choreographed routine for their dance studio’s social media handles, all named Elysian Moves.

Naima has been steadily growing her personal and professional Instagram and YouTube following for years, holding on to the hope that the right person might notice her one day, hopefully one of the top choreographers in the world. Sean Bankhead is her ultimate idol, but lately, she’s been inspired by Paris Goebel, whose cutting-edge choreography has made her a global powerhouse. Watching their work is a reminder of where Naima wants to be in the future.

“You ready to make us go viral, queen?” Phoenix teases as Naima adjusts the camera angle.

“You know I was born ready,” she says, though her smirk doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

They nail the routine, a fiery blend of hip-hop and jazz that showcases their creativity. Phoenix replays the footage afterwards, but Naima isn’t absorbing any of it. She should be focused, analyzing her movements, critiquing her form…but her mind keeps drifting.

To him.

To the sharp cut of his jawline, the heat in his gaze, the way he looked at her before everything went sideways. She should have moved the fuck on. But she hasn’t.

His deep voice echoes in her head, low and rough from their last conversation. She wonders if he’s thinking about her too.

Probably not.

Men like him don’t dwell. He’s likely moved on, flashing that easy smirk at someone else.

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” Phoenix’s voice is quieter now, careful.

Naima blinks, finally meeting his gaze. There’s something there, something warm, patient—more—but she doesn’t reach for it.

She never does.

“I know,” she says, but nothing more.

Instead, she hits play again, pretending she can drown Roman out.

Naima sits at the small kitchen table in her sister’s cozy home, absentmindedly stirring honey into her tea. The late afternoon sun streams through the window, casting a warm light over the space, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside her. 

Across from her, Adara leans back in her chair, arms crossed and watching her baby sister with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Adara has always been a steadying presence in Naima’s life. Twelve years older, she practically helped raise Naima with their aging parents. Strong, composed, and fiercely protective, Adara has weathered life’s storms with a quiet strength Naima has always admired. But now, sitting under the weight of her sister’s steady gaze, Naima feels like a teenager caught sneaking out past her curfew.

“So,” Adara prompts gently, her tone calm but firm. “You didn’t come all the way over here just to stare at your tea. What’s going on, Nai?”

Naima hesitates, her fingers tightening around the mug. “It’s…complicated.”

“With you, it usually is,” Adara laughs, leaning forward slightly. “But you’ve got that look, like something big’s happened. Start talkin’.”

Naima takes a deep breath, glancing toward the living room where Adara’s eleven-year-old son Julien’s laughter echoes as he watches wrestling clips on YouTube. Her nephew’s excitement makes this all feel even stranger. “Okay. So…there’s this guy…”

Adara raises an eyebrow, her expression neutral but attentive. “There’s always a guy when you show up like this.”

“No, this is different,” Naima interjects, setting her mug down. “He’s…he’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before. His name’s Roman.”

Adara tilts her head, her lips twitching as if suppressing a smile. “Roman, huh? He sounds handsome already.”

He’s beautiful. Naima sighs. “He is. He’s a wrestler. Like, a big deal wrestler.”

Adara blinks, clearly taken aback. “A wrestler? Like the ones on TV that Julien keeps yelling about?” she jerks her thumb in her son’s direction.

“Yes,” Naima laughs nervously. “Exactly like that. Julien probably knows who he is better than I do.”

Adara studies her for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly. “And how did you meet this wrestler?”

Naima hesitates, shifting in her seat. “At Exotica.”

Adara’s lips press into a thin line, her expression unreadable. She doesn’t say anything, but the silence is loud.

Naima knows that look. Knows Adara has opinions about her line of work; the same ones she’s been biting back for years. But instead of voicing them, Adara simply waits, her gaze steady, expectant.

“He came in for a private dance,” Naima explains, her voice soft. “And we…clicked. It wasn’t like anything I’ve experienced before, Adara. The way he looked at me, the way he talked to me—it was like I wasn’t just some stripper to him.”

Adara’s expression softens slightly, though her brows remain furrowed. “Okay. And then what happened?”

Naima glances away, her cheeks burning. “I took him home. We…we slept together. And now it feels like it’s moving so fast. Two days ago he came back to Atlanta just to see me, and we had this big argument.”

Adara’s eyebrows shoot up. “An argument already? About what?”

Naima runs a hand through her straight strands of her wig, letting out a frustrated sigh. “He doesn’t like that I work at Exotica. He says it bothers him, that I deserve better. But he doesn’t understand. I need that job. It’s how I survive. It’s how I help you and Julien. And he has no right to tell me how to live my life just because we had sex.”

Adara leans back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. “What exactly did he say?”

Naima recounts their argument in the champagne room, the way Roman’s protectiveness had veered into frustration, and how she’d thrown his possessiveness back in his face.

When she finishes, Adara lets out a long breath of her own, tapping her fingers lightly on the table. “Sounds like he’s used to getting his way.”

“Exactly,” Naima says, her voice sharp. “He walks in like he owns the place, like he owns everything he comes across. And from what I’ve seen, he does. But he don’t own me. I don’t give a damn how much money he got or how good he is in bed.”

Adara smirks. “That good, huh?”

“That’s not the point, Sissy,” Naima groans her sister's pet name, covering her face with her hands.

“Okay, okay,” Adara chuckles and holds up her hands in surrender. “Look. I get it. You’re independent, and you’ve worked your ass off to take care of yourself. But maybe this guy’s not trying to control you. Maybe he just doesn’t know how else to show he cares.”

Naima frowns, lowering her hands. “So what, I’m supposed to just let him bulldoze into my life and tell me what to do?”

“No,” Adara says firmly. “But maybe you don’t have to push him away either. You’ve been on your own for so long, it’s okay to let someone worry about you and care for you.”

Naima stares down at her tea, her mind racing. “It’s scary, Adara. Letting someone in like that…it’s overwhelming.”

Adara reaches across the table, taking Naima’s hand in hers. “I know, Nai-Nai. But you don’t have to figure it all out today. Take it one step at a time. And don’t let fear make your decisions for you.”

Before Naima can respond, Julien’s excited voice rings out from the living room. “Auntie Nai, did you say you know Roman Reigns?! The OTC himself?!”

Adara giggles softly as Naima’s head drops to the table. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag.”

Despite herself, Naima manages a small smile, her heart feeling a little lighter. Maybe Adara is right. Maybe she doesn’t have to have all the answers right now.

The following days continue to be heavy with silence between Roman and Naima, each too stubborn to make the first move. Naima engrosses herself into her work, pushing through her sets and her classes with an intensity that leaves her physically exhausted but mentally distracted. Roman, back home in Miami, channels his frustration into grueling workouts and business calls, though his thoughts constantly drift to her; Her voice, her fire; the way she stood her ground. Both feeling slighted and frustrated by how things broke down between them so quickly.

But beneath their anger is a lingering ache, a pull that’s become too magnetic to resist.

Naima is in her apartment this evening, the quiet pressing in around her. She scrolls through her phone, her finger hesitating over Roman’s name in her contacts. Her chest tightens as she remembers his expression when she made him leave, how hurt he looked despite trying to mask it.

“Ugh,” she mutters, tossing the phone aside and burying her face in her hands. Why is he getting under her skin like this?

Meanwhile, the OTC stands on the balcony of his penthouse, the city lights glittering below him. His phone rests on the railing, Naima’s number already pulled up. He clenches his jaw, debating whether to call her. Part of him wants to maintain their distance, but the other part…the part that can’t stop replaying her words…feels like he needs to set things right.

Finally, Roman cracks. With a low, resigned growl, he grabs his phone and dials.

Naima’s phone buzzes on the couch, and she freezes at the sight of his name flashing on the screen. Her heart races as she picks it up, her thumb hovering over the answer button.

“Just answer it,” she whispers to herself, before finally swiping. “Hello?”

Roman’s deep voice comes through, steady but laced with tension. “Hey.”

She swallows hard. “Hey.”

There’s a long, tense pause, both of them struggling to find the right words.

“I don’t like how we left things,” he says finally, his voice quieter than she expects.

“Me neither,” she admits, her fingers gripping the phone tightly.

“I didn’t mean to come at you the way I did,” Roman continues. “I just…It irks me to see you in a place where people don’t treat you right and you’re in harm’s way.”

Though Naima’s heart softens a little, she still feels the need to defend herself. “I know you mean well. But this is my life, and I’ve been handling it on my own for a long time. I don’t need anyone stepping in and trying to fix me or whatever.”

“I’m not trying to fix you,” Roman says, his voice steady but softer than she expects. “I don’t think you’re broken. I just don’t like seeing you deal with shit you don’t deserve. And if I can make things easier for you, even a little, I want to.”

Naima swallows, his words catching her off guard. He barely knows me. Yet, there’s something about the way he says it—no pressure, no expectation—that makes her stomach twist.

“I don’t even know how to let you do that,” she admits. “We just met.”

“I know,” Roman nods. “That’s why there’s no rush. Just…don’t push me away before I even get the chance to be here for you.”

She exhales, blinking against the sudden sting in her eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t gotta say anything,” he tells her. “Just let me do the work.”

For a moment, she just sits with his words, turning them over in her mind. She isn’t used to this; someone wanting to stand beside her without trying to control her.

Naima nods, even though he can’t see her. “Okay.”

A small silence stretches between them, but this time, it’s not heavy. It feels more like a tentative truce.

“I’ll be back in Atlanta this weekend,” Roman says finally, his tone lighter. “Let me take you out.”

Naima smiles softly, the tension in her chest easing. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” he says, and she can hear the smile in his voice. “I gotta go. But I’ll talk to you soon, baby girl.”

After they say their goodbyes, Naima sets her phone down and leans back against the couch, a strange sense of relief washing over her. 

The days that follow their conversation brings a quiet yet welcome shift. One of relief and excitement as their reunion inches closer and closer. Naima replays Roman’s sexy voice in her mind as she moves through her routines. At work, her sets have less of the frantic, escapist energy that consumed her just days ago. Instead, she finds herself slowing down, focusing on the movements she loves, and on the art of her dance rather than the hustle.

Roman feels lighter, though his days are no less busy. He powers through his matches and business meetings with renewed clarity, his mind no longer as clouded by frustration. The memory of their call—the vulnerability in Naima’s voice, the way she softened—keeps him grounded. He’s not quite sure where this will go, but for now, the fact that she is willing to let him in is enough.

Naima stands in front of the mirror in her bedroom, a pile of discarded outfits on her bed as she huffs in frustration. “Why does this feel like such a big deal?” she mutters to herself, nervously running her hands down the black dress clinging to her curves.

“Because it is a big deal,” Brandy pipes up behind her, brushing her daughter, Treasure’s hair. The little girl sits quietly, swinging her legs as her mother carefully smooths her hair.

Naima frowns at herself in the mirror. “It’s just a date. And we’ve hung out before.”

Brandy smirks knowingly. “Well, this is a date, date. With a fine ass man who got you actin’ like a teenager before prom,” she finishes, arching a brow. “And don’t even try to deny it.”

Naima rolls her eyes but can’t stop her face from flushing through her carefully done makeup. “I’m not actin’ like a teenager,” she mutters, fiddling with the hem of her dress. “I just…wanna look good, that’s all.”

Brandy lets out a soft laugh as she ties the final curl in Treasure’s hair with a bright pink bow. “Girl, you always look good. You stressin’ cuz this man got you feelin’ somethin’. And that’s okay.”

Treasure turns her wide eyes toward Naima, her little voice chiming in, “Is he a prince, Auntie Nai?”

Naima chuckles despite herself, crouching down to Treasure’s level. “Something like that, baby girl,” she says, unwilling to shatter the little girl’s illusion.

Brandy tilts her head, watching her BFF closely. They’ve known each other for five years, and she’s never seen her like this. “Close enough to make you nervous. This is new, Nai.”

Naima straightens up and shrugs, avoiding her gaze. “He’s just different, I guess.”

Brandy’s smirk deepens as she folds her arms. “Uh-huh. Different enough to have you raiding your closet like it’s life or death.”

“B…”

“I’m just saying! If he makes you nervous, that means you care. And if you care, maybe you should stop pretending it’s just a date.”

Naima sighs, brushing her long straight hair back from her face. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And you’re in denial, but do you.” 

Naima’s heart thuds in her chest. She turns back to the mirror, taking a deep breath. “Just a date,” she whispers to herself again, though the fluttering in her stomach says otherwise. “Is this too much?”

Brandy tilts her head, studying the dress that shows off every curve she owns. “Absolutely not! It’s perfect. You’re going for classy but sexy, not trying-too-hard. Trust me.”

Treasure looks up at Naima and smiles shyly. “You look so pretty, Auntie Nai!”

Naima can’t help but laugh, warmth blooming in her chest. “Thank you, Treasure. You’re my little cheerleader tonight.”

Brandy sets the brush down and moves to stand behind Naima, smoothing down her sleeves. “Roman’s not gonna know what hit him. You look stunning!”

Naima meets her friend’s eyes in the mirror, her nerves clearly showing. “What if it’s awkward? After our fight…”

Brandy’s expression softens. “You two are fine, Naima. He flew back just to see you. He didn’t have to. This ain’t another patron lookin’ for another dance.”

Naima nods slowly, taking another deep breath. “You right. I just…I don’t know, I guess I’m a little scared.”

Brandy gives her a reassuring hug. “You’re allowed to be scared. Just don’t let it stop you. You got this.”

Treasure helps Naima put on her stilettos, beaming that she’s being helpful. “She’s gonna have the best date ever!” 

Naima laughs, scooping the seven-year-old up into a hug. “You’re my good luck charm, huh?”

The sound of a knock at the door freezes her. Her heart races as she sets Treasure down and looks at Brandy with wide eyes. “That’s him.”

Brandy gives her a little shove toward the door. “Go. We’ll finish cleaning up here. And relax, you’ve got this.”

The distance from her room to the front door feels longer than it should. Naima opens the door to find Roman standing there, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever in a fitted dark suit and a crisp black shirt, a bouquet of white roses in his hands. His long hair is neatly tied back, and his usual confidence radiates from him, though there is a softness in his expression when his eyes meet hers.

“Hi,” she says, her voice soft and shy.

“Hi,” he replies, stepping forward and pulling her into a big hug. 

Naima sinks into his embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. They stand there for a long moment, neither of them speaking, just holding each other. The tension from their last conversation seems to melt away, replaced by something warm and unspoken.

Roman finally pulls back just enough to look down at her. “You look incredible,” he gushes, handing the bouquet to her.

“Thank you,” she responds, her cheeks flushing. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

He chuckles, his hand lingering on the small of her back. “I wanted tonight to be special. To show you…well, that I mean what I said before. I’m here, Naima. For you.”

Her throat tightens, emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “I know. I’m sorry if I—”

“Hey.” Roman cuts her off with a gentle finger on her lips. “Let’s just enjoy tonight, okay?”

Naima nods, her nerves easing just a little. “Okay.”

Brandy materializes seemingly out of thin air, rushing over to gently relieve Naima of the roses. “I’ll put these in a vase for you,” she says, grinning. “Y’all look like a magazine cover. Go have fun, lovebirds.”

Naima rolls her eyes, laughing softly, while Roman chuckles and gives Brandy a polite nod. “Thanks for helping her out.”

“Anytime, big man,” Brandy says, winking.

As Roman leads Naima out to his Bentley, the warmth of his hand in hers reassures her. She is almost floating on air. The ride is comfortable, both basking in each other’s presence and aura. They eventually pull up to Marcel, an upscale restaurant that Naima never looked at twice because of its sheer opulence. 

“Roman,” she says, her voice a mix of awe and uncertainty, “This is…a lot.”

He parks and turns to her, his expression serious. “Only the best for you, beautiful.”

Her breath hitches at the intensity of his words, but before she can respond, he’s already out of the car and opening her door. He offers his hand, which she takes, feeling a spark as his fingers thread through hers. 

The restaurant is a dream. Its dim lighting, elegant leather banquettes, and vintage décor exude a timeless sophistication that makes every guest feel like a VIP. Naima orders a delicate seafood linguine, the pasta glistening in a light white wine and garlic sauce, topped with fresh shrimp and scallops. Roman opts for a perfectly cooked filet mignon, paired with truffle mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus, the plate a balance of sophistication and hearty flavor. Roman orders her favorite wine without needing to ask. 

The evening passes in a blur of soft laughter, meaningful glances, and the kind of conversation that makes time feel irrelevant. When he later asks about Brandy and her presence at Naima’s apartment, she feeds his curiosity.

“She seems like she’s got your back, “Roman comments, cutting into his steak. “That’s rare in your world, I bet.”

Naima giggles softly, sipping her wine. “Rare don’t even begin to cover it. She’s a badass. She’s been through so much, but she’s so positive. Her daughter, Treasure, she’s adorable. Seven going on seventeen. Keeps Brandy on her toes.”

Roman smirks. “Sounds like a beautiful relationship.”

“It is.” Naima smiles fondly, setting her glass down. “It makes me think of Adara sometimes. She’s always been that steady presence in my life, even when things got tough.”

Roman leans back in his chair, recollecting. “Adara…Your sister, right?”

Naima nods, looking thoughtful. “Mm-hmm. She’s twelve years older than me, so she was more like a second mom growing up. She’s raised her son, Julien, practically on her own. He’s eleven now and—” Her face lights up, “he’s a big wrestling fan. Like, huge. That’s why you looked familiar when I first saw you in Exotica.”

Roman chuckles, his dimples showing. “Yeah? Who's his favorite?”

She raises a teasing eyebrow. “Who do you think?”

He smirks, tapping his chest. “The Tribal Chief, of course.”

“Of course,” Naima laughs, the sound light and musical. “I think you’d like him,” she puts out there, her eyes softening. “You might already be his hero.”

Roman grins. “Well, I’d better meet him soon, then. Can’t let the kid down.”

Her heart swells at his easy confidence, at the way he doesn’t shy away from the idea of meeting her family.

Not too fast now, Naima.

“You’ve got this…presence,” she observes after the waiter he summoned walks away, swirling her glass of wine. “Like, you walk into a room, and everyone just knows you’re in charge.”

Roman leans back in his chair, an air of pride in his demeanor. “It’s useful. But it’s not just about being in charge. It’s about making sure the people I care about are good.” His gaze softens as he looks at her. “That includes you.”

Her heart flutters, and she boldly reaches across the table to take his hand. “You make it hard to keep my guard up, you know that?”

He chuckles, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Good. You don’t need it with me. I gotchu, baby.”

The silence between them is thick, charged with something unspoken yet undeniable. Naima breaks it first, a slow, knowing smile tugging at her lips as she tilts her head and teases, “You call me ‘baby’ a lot. What’s that about, huh?”

Roman’s eyes darken, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that sends a slow heat curling through her belly. His voice drops lower, rougher, as he leans in just enough to make her breath hitch. His lips curve, full of promise, full of possession. “Because when I say it, you look at me like you did the night we met…Like you wanna be mine.”

A spark of electricity shoots through her, a rush of heat flooding between her thighs. The way he says it, with that quiet confidence, that raw certainty, makes her pulse stutter. Any other man saying something like that would have made her roll her eyes, maybe even walk away. But him? The way he owns it, the way he owns her in that moment, keeps her rooted in place, breathless.

She forces herself to hold his gaze, to push back against the intoxicating pull of him. Her lips part, and she murmurs, a teasing edge laced in her breathless words, “You’re awful cocky for someone who’s still earning it.”

Roman’s smirk deepens, a slow, wicked curve that makes her toes curl in her stilettos. “It ain’t cocky when you back that shit up. I do, every single time. I know what I want. And I want you, Naima. Period.”

Her chest tightens, a thrill sparking in her veins as she realizes just how serious he is. She bites her lip, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but her inner voice betrays her, a single, undeniable word echoing in her thoughts.

Damn.

The night ends with Roman leading her back to the car, his arm around her slender waist. They don’t speak much on the drive home, but the silence between them feels warm and easy, like they don’t need words.

As he walks her to her door, the tension between them crackles like static in the charged air. She turns to him, their eyes locking in the dim light of the hallway. 

“Thanks. For dinner. For…everything,” she says.

Roman steps closer, his fingers brushing her chin. “Thanks for giving me a chance, baby girl,” he replies, his voice low and steady. “I meant what I said. I’m here for you. Whatever you need, whenever you need it.”

She looks up at him, her chest tightening at the sincerity in his eyes. Slowly, she steps closer, her hand resting on his bicep.

“I think I’m starting to believe you,” she whispers.

Roman’s smile is soft but firm. “Good. Cuz like I said, I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he murmurs, his tone carrying a weight that quickens her pulse.

It accelerates even more as she finds herself leaning up, her lips brushing against his in a tender, teasing kiss. But the softness doesn’t last. The kiss deepens quickly, their restraint dissolving as desire takes over. His hands slide to her waist, pulling her flush against him. Naima’s fingers curl into his shirt, holding on like she’s afraid to let go. The hours spent pretending to be patient have finally unraveled.

She fumbles with the door, barely managing to push it open before they stumble inside, lips never breaking contact. Roman presses her back against the wall, his hands gripping her hips firmly, grinding himself against her and making her gasp into his mouth.

She feels one hand leave her body, reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom. Naima’s lips curve into a teasing smile, even as her breaths come fast and shallow.

“You came prepared this time,” she observes, her voice laced with amusement.

Roman blushes, a rare flicker of boyishness breaking through his usual confidence. “I was hopeful,” he admits, tearing open the wrapper with swift precision.

“Thank God,” she gasps, hiking her dress up to her waist and ridding herself of her thong while he manages to put on the condom, lifting her fully against the wall in one fluid motion.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Roman mutters against her skin as he pushes inside her, his lips trailing down her neck.

Naima moans out loud, her fingers tangling in his hair as he grips her bare ass. “I do,” she says breathlessly, her voice shaking, “Cuz you do the same to me.” 

The next moments are a blur of heat and intensity, making her dizzy with desire. His thrusts are deep, raw and desperate, his hunger for her taking over. Naima’s moans of pleasure echo around the apartment, her head tipped back against the wall as she clings to him, every nerve in her body ignited by his touch. The way he holds her, kisses her, fucks her…It’s exactly what she needs, a release from all the tension and uncertainty that’s been building between them.

But Roman isn’t finished. Even as they catch their breath, his hands stay on her, possessive and firm as he carries her to the kitchen, setting her on the counter with a controlled urgency that sends a thrill through her.

“This fuckin’ dress,” he says, his voice gravelly as his paws for hands skim her thighs, pushing the fabric higher. “Drove me crazy all night.”

Naima lets out a shaky laugh, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “Good. That was the point,” she teases, her voice unsteady.

Roman’s response is to capture her lips again, silencing any further words. Their remaining clothes disappear, leaving nothing between them. He takes her right there on the counter, and Naima surrenders completely. She loves how he takes charge, the way he doesn’t hold back. He’s deep and hard, rough and unrelenting, leaving her gasping, trembling, desperate for more. Every touch, every kiss, every stroke makes her feel alive, desired, and utterly his.

“Roman,” she gasps, her nails raking down his bare back. She can feel his dick all the way in her, right up against her g-spot, and she's seeing stars. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he promises, his voice rough with emotion, his hands gripping her as though he never wants to let go.

Finally, Roman gathers her into his arms, cradling her limp body as he carries her to her bedroom. The urgency of before fades, giving way to something slower, something gentler. He lays her down with a tenderness that makes her chest tighten, his warm gaze sweeping over her. He brushes a stray curl from her face, his thumb lingering on her cheek.

“I’m sorry. About last time,” he murmurs, the weight of it heavy in the quiet room.

Naima’s lips curve into a soft, knowing smile. “I’m sorry, too.” She hesitates, searching his eyes. “I didn’t mean to push you away…I just…” She exhales, her fingers tracing the solid lines of his forearm. “I don’t open up to people like this. Not this fast.”

He studies her for a moment, then leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. “I get it. It’s the same with me,” he whispers. “But I don’t wanna fight with you, Naima. I just want you.”

Her hand slides up to his face, fingertips grazing the sharp edge of his jaw. When he turns into her touch, nuzzling his cheek into her palm, something in her chest shatters.

“I want you, too.”

When he enters her this time, it’s unhurried, deliberate. His thrusts are deeper, slower, each movement steeped in need and reverence. His body is heavy against hers in the most delicious way, his lips mapping a path along her jaw, down the column of her throat. Naima clings to him, her nails raking down his back, gripping the firm muscle of his ass, pulling that long, thick dick of his even deeper inside her. Roman groans, burying his face in her neck, murmuring his pleasure like a sacred mantra.

Then she shifts, rolling them over until she’s on top. He exhales a ragged curse as she sinks back down onto him, her pussy incredibly swallowing him whole. The stretch, the fullness…it steals her breath, makes her head fall back as she rides him, her pace measured and devastating.

“Holy shit,” Roman grits out, hands gripping her hips, her ass, anywhere he can hold onto. He meets her movements, pushing deeper, dragging his palms over her skin like he can’t get enough. “Baby, you feel too fuckin’ good.”

Naima’s thighs are already trembling, her hands pressing to his chest as she leans forward, her lips crashing onto his in a hungry kiss. “You’re so deep,” she gasps, voice barely above a breath.

And yet, he wants to be deeper. Needs to be. Roman groans again, his grip on her ass tightening, hips snapping up to meet hers, reveling in her moans and whimpers. He’s lost in her, and she’s just as lost in him.

The pleasure builds between them, sharp and undeniable, a tension coiling in their bodies, ready to snap. Naima shudders first, her nails digging into his chest as a whimpering cry rips from her throat, her walls clenching tight around him. Roman curses, his grip bruising as he thrusts up hard, once, twice, before his own release crashes over him like a wave, stealing his breath. His head tips back, a groan rumbling deep in his chest as he comes hard, his entire body tensing beneath her before finally going slack.

She collapses against him, spent, her beautiful body quivering in the aftershocks. Roman wraps his arms around her, holding her close, anchoring her to him as their breathing slowly evens out. They lie tangled together, bodies slick with sweat, breaths still uneven. Roman’s hand rests on her plump backside, gently, lazily squeezing, like he needs to keep touching her. Naima presses her cheek to his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat, and for a long moment, neither of them speaks. 

They only met a week or so ago, but somehow, it already feels like more. Like they’ve stepped into something neither of them are ready for, something neither of them can ignore. It was supposed to be just desire, just physical, but the way he holds her, the way she melts into him, makes it clear that this is already more than either of them ever expected.

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[desiderio-dixon]

Darkest Before the Dawn

Chapter 3 : Hand Me Downs

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x f!reader (endgame), (unrequited) Glenn Rhee x f!reader

Series summary : When Glenn Rhee comes into your life, you become convinced he's a guardian angel sent by your late best friend. You think he's your soulmate. But then he falls for the farmer's daughter, and you find that your own angel may be a little more blatant than expected; wings and all.

Chapter summary : Glenn returns from Atlanta, Daryl returns from hunting, and all of you leave on a rescue mission for Merle.

Chapter warnings : language, violence, gore, general twd themes

Word count : 3.8k

A/N : This one wasn't proof-read so if anyone noticed any mistakes please lmk! next update may be a little slower because closing in on the process of adopting a puppy!

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Emerging from your tent, you head for Dale immediately. The noise is only growing closer and louder, and everyone is grouped around Dale. The old man looks through his binoculars, eyebrows furrowed. "Well, I'll be damned." Dale mutters.

"What is it?" Amy pushes impatiently.

"A stolen car is my guess."

The bright red sports car pulls into the quarry, and your heart leaps in your chest when you spy the driver. While everyone around panics about the noise, or their still-missing friends, your relief outweighs anything else. You leap onto Glenn, hugging him tight while he attempts to calm Amy. Paying it no mind, you only focus on the way his arms circle around your back to return the hug. It only lasts a couple seconds before he's stepping back to pop the hood for Shane. It's enough, though.

"Why isn't she with you? Where is she? She's okay?" Amy sputters, wide eyed and frantic.

"Yes! Yeah, fine. Everybody is. Well, Merle not so much." Typically you wouldn't care that anything had happened to Merle. You'd even go as far to say, you'd be downright relieved. You wouldn't wish death on anyone, but maybe you'd wish that Merle would somehow be teleported a good 200 miles away from you. But, that relief was only there for a split second. Instead, you felt a deep sense of worry for Daryl.

You didn't know him much at all, hell, he's spoken no more than five sentences to you the entire time you'd known him. None of those sentences were ever delivered in a particularly friendly manner, but just this morning he had helped you. You knew he felt like an outsider, and it seemed the only person in the group he liked was his brother.

Not only were you worried he'd fall into some form of depression if Merle was dead, but you were also worried he'd leave. Daryl provided so much to your group, and whether they realized it or not, everyone owed a lot to him.

You break free of your thoughts just in time to hear Dale scolding Glenn. "It wouldn't hurt you to think things through a little more carefully next time, would it?"

You know Glenn looks up to Dale, can see his worry of disappointing him. "Sorry," Glenn says, staring at his feet. Then, he looks up with a grin. "Got a cool car." That makes you let out a huff of laughter. It is a pretty cool car.

Your attention is stolen away by the sound of tires crunching over gravel, the van pulling in behind the red dodge charger. Andrea is the first to hop out, running to Amy. Morales, T-dog, and Jacqui all spill out after her. Morales greets his wife and children before coming over to give Dale a hug. "I thought we'd lost you folks for sure." Dale laughs.

"How'd y'all get out of there, anyway?" Shane asks, hands on his hips. The classic authoritarian stance he always seems to don.

From beside you, Glenn speaks up. "New guy." He glances to the van. "He got us out." New guy? It's been a while since your group has welcomed a new addition.

Nothing could prepare you for the reaction to the man who steps out of the van. Lori and Shane frozen, absolutely shellshocked. Carl, running and screaming for his father.

Lori recovers after a moment, falling into her husband's awaiting arms. Shane stays where he is, no hint of a smile on his face. You catch him fake one when Rick looks his way. It's not hard to guess what's happening. "Trouble in apocalyptic paradise for Shane and Lori." You whisper to Glenn, who only looks down at his shoes and shakes his head in sardonic amusement.

You get along well enough with Lori, if nothing else but for the simple fact that you adore her son. She's never done anything to make you think less of her, and you really don't blame her for her obvious affair with Shane. She'd told the story to you once or twice. Husband gets shot on the job, comatose, shit hits the fan, husband's best friend takes care of her and her son. And of course, she'd told you the part where Shane had listened for a heartbeat. There was none. Or so it was said.

Who can blame a grieving widow, lost in this shit-storm of a world for seeking comfort in a fling with the man she believes is her savior?

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You sit down by the unlit firepit with T-dog and Glenn. T-dog gnaws on a piece of jerky, eyes downcast. "Daryl's not gonna be happy," You start. No one has filled you in exactly on what happened, just that Merle was left chained on the roof. Alive but trapped. "But I'm sure he'll understand to some degree. He's gotta be more tired of his brother than any of us." You joke. T-dog just shakes his head, obviously guilty.

"He was out of control. Rick did the right thing." Glenn tells you. You hum in response, gaze wandering to where Rick wanders around camp, acquainting himself with all it's residents. The deputy must feel your eyes on him, because when he's done shaking Ed's hand, he heads for you. He's all confident strides, a sureness you haven't seen in anyone since the end of the world. You guess it's the effect of finding your wife and child in such unlikely circumstances.

He stops in front of you, hand extended and a smile more full of happiness than you've seen in two months. "Rick Grimes." He introduces.

You return his smile, clasping his hand. "Trust me, I already knew your name. Carl's told me all about how cool his daddy is." He laughs, looking down in a sort of bashful manner. You tell him your name, and he repeats it, nodding to himself.

"Yeah," He drawls. "Turns out I already knew yours, too. Glenn told me you know the city like the back of your hand." You nod. You'd lived in Atlanta before the turn, and you'd only become even more informed on it given the various runs you'd been on.

"Oh yeah. Normally I would've been there, being the one to save Glenn's ass. Glad you were there to fill my shoes." You tease, nudging Glenn with your shoulder. He pushes you back gently, sputtering out defenses.

When you glance back to Rick, he's laughing too.

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After the sun had gone to sleep, and the stars brought a bitter chill to the air, everyone gathered around the firepit. Rick has Lori and Carl tucked into his side as he recalls the chain of events leading him back to them. "Disoriented. I guess that comes closest. Disoriented. Fear, confusion; all of those things but, disoriented comes closest."

It must be strange to just wake up in a world like this. At least you had seen things progress. Heard the stories of cannibals on the radio, seen the news clips of deathly beings attacking civilians, watched the hospitals become overrun and the system fall apart. You'd seen the bombs drop, too.

"Words can be meager things, sometimes they fall short." Dale pipes up beside you. You look at Glenn, his face illuminated in a warm glow from the fire. Looking at him lights a sense of comfort and safety within you. He may be young, awkward and clunky, but he saved you.

The conversation goes on, focus almost entirely on Rick. When he turns to Shane, a sincerity to his eyes, you feel almost guilty. As if you are the one harboring the secret of Lori and Shane's affair. "I can't tell you how grateful I am to you, Shane." You have to suppress a sigh at his words. "I can't begin to express it."

"There goes those words falling short again." Dale quips. You can't help but agree. It's not your business, but you feel that words can't begin to express how convoluted the relationship between those three will end up being. How long can you keep secrets from a cop?

Shane leaves shortly after to argue with Ed. Not the first time the drunken man had insisted he needed a larger fire. You keep an eye from your spot, watching Carol and Sophia closely. You don't like Shane, but you know he'd use any excuse to beat on Ed. There's no complaints to be had from you if an altercation between the two started; as long as Carol and Sophia are safe and away from the action.

Somewhat unfortunately, the situation seems to resolve, Shane coming back to the main firepit. "Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind." Dale says once Shane's situated. This time, your sigh does spill out. You weren't a part of the Atlanta group, and yet, all you've been thinking about since they got back was Daryl Dixon.

"I'll tell him," T-dog offers. "I dropped the key, it's on me."

Rick shakes his head. "I cuffed him." You see Glenn shaking his leg from beside you, glancing between T-dog and Rick beyond the fire.

"Guys, it's not a competition. I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy." Ah, so that's why he was so nervous.

"I really don't think Daryl is like Merle," You say, unsure why you feel the need to defend him. Just because he brought Carol to you? "At least not like that." There were definitely other ways Daryl was like Merle. Their brash language, their unkempt demeanor, and perhaps their general strength and hunting skill. Still, Daryl didn't strike you as a racist.

The conversation goes on, discussing what to tell Daryl. Who to take blame, whether to lie or be honest.

"I stopped long enough to chain that door. Staircase is narrow. Maybe half a dozen geeks can squeeze against it at any one time. It's not enough to break through that. Not that chain, not that padlock." T-dog rambles, the fire crackling loudly as a backtrack to his words. "My point– Dixon's alive and he's still up there, handcuffed on that roof. That's on us."

His confirmation that Merle is alive ends the discussion for the night, the group trickles off into their respective tents, and the fire flickers out. Glenn stands from beside you, announcing his departure. You watch him as he leaves, a coldness taking over in his absence.

You stay behind for a moment, no one left at the fire. A few feet away, Shane sits atop the RV. Paying him no mind, you lean back and stare at the sky. It's moments like these that you allow yourself to remember your best friend; allow yourself to picture her face among the stars. You take a deep breath, feeling it stretch your lungs, before breathing it out into the chilly night air. You imagine it takes the weight in your heart with it. But when you're done, standing up and heading to your tent, your chest feels just as heavy.

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Daryl finishes stringing up cans around the small clearing. It's not much, but it's some form of protection. He lies in the makeshift bed–his bag as a pillow and a t-shirt as a mattress. The trip hadn't been as productive thus far as he'd hoped, only a string of squirrels lay beside him. He'll get up before the sun, and keep going until he finds something of value he decides.

He takes comfort in staring at the night sky. It's where he feels he belongs. Even before the end of the world, he'd spent most nights sleeping outside in nature. It was always safer. In some way, he does find himself feeling more exposed without the knowledge that there are people around him. At the quarry, there's always someone keeping watch. He couldn't trust Merle to keep sober to watch his back.

But soon enough, it'll be back to just him and Merle. He'll have to deal with it.

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You, Carol, and Lori are on laundry duty this morning. Carol scrubs Rick's sherrif uniform and something about it almost makes you giggle. Wearing a police uniform in the apocalypse is nothing short of something from a comic book.

You have Glenn's hat, trying to spot clean little dried blood stains. "I wish peroxide wasn't as valuable," You comment, scrubbing with all your might on a particularly stubborn stain. "Used to wash out blood like magic." Carol hums, agreeing. Lori stays silent, working on her own laundry with a faraway look.

"Everything okay with you and Rick?" Carol asks, touching Lori's arm gently with a soapy hand. Lori nearly jumps out of her skin, water splashing from her basin. Suds fly through the air, and to your great displeasure, a splotch of soap lands right in your eye.

"Ow, shit!" You cry, dropping Glenn's hat and covering your eye. Lori frantically apologizes.

Due to your momentary loss of vision, you don't notice Glenn approaching you until he's calling out. "Hey, you okay? Let me see," He says. You tilt your head up, trying your best to open your eye. He takes the corner of his shirt and lifts it, using it to gently brush soap away from your eye.

His care for you makes you warm. It feels good to know someone cares. You rapidly blink to clear the remnants of soap, before flashing him a radiant smile. "Thanks." You breathe.

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Later, you stand next to Glenn, sharing in his grief. Dale and Jim are under the hood of the Dodge Charger, yanking out parts and pieces. Glenn's hands are on his head, brows furrowed in sadness. You pat him on the back. "We'll find another."

"Generators need every drop of fuel they can get. Got no power without it. Sorry, Glenn." Dale calls. Glenn looks down at his feet and you giggle, much to his chagrin.

Before you know it, Rick has approached you, a similar look of amusement on his face. "I thought I'd get to drive it at least a few more days." Glenn mumbles.

"Maybe we'll steal another one someday." Rick echoes your earlier sentiment. He wanders off, likely to find Lori.

"You replacing me with officer friendly?" You joke, nudging Glenn. He exhales through his nose, a small grin on his face.

"I don't know who makes fun of me more." He whines. You roll your eyes, reaching up to steal his hat off his head. Placing it on top your own, you turn and run, laughing while he chases you.

The chase gets cut short by a chorus of screams. You and Glenn freeze in unison, wide eyes meeting each other before you both dash. You hear Carl and Sophia's distinct voices calling out for their mothers.

You run as fast as your feet can carry you, Glenn's hat discarded still on your head. The children are at the edge of the forest, and as the adults arrive, they all run right into their parents arms. Running into the forest behind them, you all find the culprit. A deer, now dead, with a walker feasting on its innards. Your eyes are drawn to the various arrows sticking out of it.

The men jump into action, beating the walker with various objects. It reminds you of prison beatings in movies; ugly, uncoordinated, and inefficient. When they finish, the grunts and huffs silenced, you point to the arrows. "Daryl." You simply offer.

Shane nods, but otherwise they seem to ignore you. "It's the first one we've had up here. They never come this far up the mountain." Dale says, eyes wide.

Suddenly, the tree branches start to move and dried leaves crunch under the weight of something. You all gear up to fight another walker, when Daryl Dixon comes stumbling out of the woods. There's a level of relief to seeing him, knowing that your group didn't lose both their prize hunters in one fell swoop. But there's also a level of dread, a sinking weight in your stomach when you think of the news that needs delivering.

You don't get to think on it long, for Daryl interrupts your thoughts with an outburst. "Son of a bitch. That's my deer! Look at it. All gnawed on by this–" He starts kicking the walker. "–filthy, disease-bearin', motherless, poxy bastard!" You can't help but laugh. You really don't mean to, don't want him to think you're mocking him. The giggles just tumble out one-by-one, unstoppable in their path.

Everyone pauses to look at you, varying degrees of concern and confusion, but you just can't stop laughing. Daryl narrows his eyes at you, "This funny to ya?" You can't answer through your huffs, so Daryl just scoffs, turning his attention back to the walker. It receives one more swift kick to the side.

Dale extends his arm in a notion to stop. "Calm down, son. That's not helping." You know it from the moment it leaves his lips that he'll receive an earful for this. It simply doesn't work to tell a man like Daryl to 'calm down'.

Just as expected, Dale receives the opposite of the intended reaction. "What do you know about it, old man? Why don't ya take that stupid hat and go back to 'on golden pond'?" You, for one, think Dale's bucket hat is very stylish, and you'd let him know that on multiple occasions.

"I've been tracking this deer for miles. Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. What do ya think? Do ya think we can cut around this chewed up part right here?" He seems genuine, chewing on his thumb and contemplating with a furrowed brow.

"I would not risk that." Shane says. Daryl sighs, disappointment evident.

"That's a damn shame. I got some squirrel, about a dozen or so. That'll have to do." Daryl moves to leave, and you start to follow behind him.

Suddenly, the decapitated walkers head breathes life once more, snapping it's teeth and groaning. Daryl stops in his tracks, almost making you face-plant right into his back. "Come on, people. What the hell?" He readies his crossbow, shooting the decaying head right between the eyes.

"It's gotta be the brain. Don't y'all know nothing?"

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Daryl makes it back to the camp first, tossing his string of squirrels by the firepit. "Merle! Get yer ugly ass out here, got us some squirrel! Let's stew 'em up!" He does find it strange that Merle doesn't immediately respond, knowing how loose Merle's jaw is.

Shane's voice, his tone, sends a spiral of uncertainty through him. "Daryl, just slow up a bit, need to talk to you."

Daryl whips around to face Shane. "About what?" Shane places his hands over his belt buckle, eyes darting away from Daryl.

"About Merle. There was a–There was a problem in Atlanta." Daryl let's the words sink in, nodding slowly. He feels that all too familiar lump in his throat, panic digging her claws into his esophagus.

"He dead?" He thinks he must be. What else could Shane be referring to?

"We're not sure." Shane says. That lights a fire in Daryl. Uncertainty has never been his friend. Things didn't feel real without confirmation.

"He either is or he ain't!"

Rick approaches, hand out as if Daryl was some rabid animal. "No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it."

"Who are you?" Daryl snaps, looking this new guy up and down. He looks past him, to everyone at camp, who seems to not bat an eye at the newcomer. The hell did he miss?

"Rick Grimes." The confidence that Rick delivers his name in only makes Daryl more angry.

Daryl huffs, stepping closer to Rick, chest puffed. "Rick grimes, you got something you want to tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal." Rick tilts his head, locking eyes with Daryl. "He's still there."

Daryl almost laughs, a bitter, angry laugh at the absurdity. "Hold on. Let me process this." He gestures to his head. "You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?" He yells.

"Yeah." Next thing Daryl knows, he's pulled his knife and Shane has him in a chokehold.

"You'd best let me go!" He screeches, thrashing wildly.

Shane only seems to tighten his grip. "Nah, I think it's better if I don't."

"Choke hold's illegal."

Shane has an air of amusement in his tone when he responds, but nothings funny to Daryl right now. "You can file a complaint. Come on, man. We'll keep this up all day."

Rick crouches down to look Daryl in his eye. "I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can manage that? Do you think we can manage that?"

Its not Rick's request, or his condescending tone that causes Daryl to agree. It's not Shane's grip either. It's when he looks behind them, to you.

You, with your eyes full of not fear or worry, but of sympathy. It makes shame burn in him, enveloping his body in an overwhelming and uncomfortable warmth. He feels your eyes on him and he feels your pity and it makes him sick. He needs out. If he has to have a peaceful conversation with Rick to get away from your piercing eyes, then so be it.

Imagine Daryl's thrill when Rick proposes you and Glenn to join in the rescue mission for Merle. He'd said something about you and Glenn knowing the city, needing you to retrieve a bag of guns. Daryl narrows his eyes at you and Glenn when you pack into the back of the van. You've still got the kid's hat on, and something about that makes him uncomfortable. Who has time for love in this world?

The ride is mostly silent, some jokes exchanged between you, Glenn, and T-dog. Nothing Daryl pays much attention to. He'd rather go get his brother himself. Eventually Glenn stops the van. "We walk from here."

On the walk, Daryl's heart speeds up the closer he gets to the department store. He's antsy, just wants to see his brother, dead or alive. You seem to notice, speeding your steps a bit to walk in pace with him. "I'm sure he's okay. You Dixons are tough." Daryl just scoffs, refusing to meet your eye.

Each step up to the roof sends a new wave of nerves through his stomach, so he takes them two at a time. T-dog cuts through the padlock and Daryl brushes past him onto the roof. "Merle!" And then he sees it. Grey and decaying, bloody and lifeless. It reminds Daryl of everything else Merle has left for him.

All the ripped old flannels, the half drank beers, hell, even the aged porno mags with the ink smeared and half the pages falling out. Merle never left anything pleasant for Daryl.

Though, while sobbing over Merle's dismembered hand, he has to say that this is the worst hand me down of all.

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[lboogie1906]

Shawntae Harris-Dupart (April 14, 1974) known by her stage name Da Brat, is a rapper. Born and raised in Chicago, she began her career in 1992, the year she signed with So So Def Records. Her debut album Funkdafied (1994) sold one million copies, making her the first female solo rap act to receive a platinum certification and the second overall female rap act (solo or group).

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Her father is David Ray McCoy, a businessman, and her mother, Beverly Calloway, a city bus driver. She is the sister of actress LisaRaye McCoy.

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New sims townies ideas

1. Amara Vasquez

• Aesthetic: Bohemian

• Traits: Loves Outdoors, Creative, Cheerful

• Aspiration: Freelance Botanist (Gardener)

• Origin: Mexico

• Appearance: Wears flowy, earth-toned clothes, lots of handmade jewelry, and has long, wavy black hair. She has a warm, glowing complexion and often walks barefoot.

• Backstory: Amara was born in a small town in Mexico, surrounded by nature and wildflowers.

She spent her childhood outdoors, fascinated by plants and their healing properties. Now, she lives in a cozy home with a wild garden in the city, making her own herbal remedies. Amara's dream is to open an apothecary shop and teach others about natural healing.

2. Sakura Tanaka

• Aesthetic: Cyberpunk

• Traits: Genius, Ambitious, Loner

• Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

• Origin: Japan

• Appearance: Sakura has neon-colored hair (often pink or blue), sharp makeup, and futuristic, tech-inspired clothing. She's lean with a cool, detached vibe, always wearing a headset or high-tech accessories.

• Backstory: Born in Tokyo, Sakura was always fascinated by technology. She became a top hacker in the underground scene, making a name for herself in the virtual world. Despite her rebellious streak, Sakura's main goal is to fight corruption in the corporate world, though she's willing to bend the rules to do so.

3. Mia Rossi

• Aesthetic: High Fashion / Chic

• Traits: Snob, Self-Assured, Perfectionist

• Aspiration: World-Famous Celebrity

• Origin: Italy

• Appearance: Mia has flawless skin, sharp cheekbones, and always wears the latest fashion trends. She prefers sleek, form-fitting dresses, bold makeup, and high heels, with platinum blonde hair styled to perfection.

• Backstory: Raised in Milan, Italy, Mia always dreamed of the runway. She worked hard to climb the fashion industry ladder, and now she's a well-known model and fashion icon. Mia is driven by fame and success, but she also has a secret passion for designing her own clothing line.

4. Aisha Carter

• Aesthetic: Athletic / Streetwear

• Traits: Active, Bro, Outgoing

• Aspiration: Bodybuilder

• Origin: USA (Atlanta)

• Appearance: Athletic build, muscular arms, and legs. She wears stylish athletic gear, often in bold colors, with her hair in braids or a high ponytail. Her style is a mix of streetwear and gym clothes.

• Backstory: Growing up in Atlanta, Aisha was always into sports. She played basketball in high school and eventually became a personal trainer.

Her goal is to open her own gym and inspire young women to embrace fitness and strength. Aisha is all about community and often organizes local sports events.

5. Leonardo "Leo" De Luca

• Aesthetic: Classic Italian / Sophisticated

• Traits: Romantic, Family-Oriented, Ambitious

• Aspiration: Successful Lineage

• Origin: Italy

• Appearance: Slicked-back dark brown hair, a well-groomed beard, and sharp, tailored suits. He exudes confidence and style, often accessorizing with watches and leather shoes.

• Backstory: Born into a wealthy family in Florence, Italy, Leonardo grew up appreciating fine art, good food, and family values. Now a successful businessman, he balances his corporate life with a deep desire to build a close-knit family of his own.

He dreams of being a role model for his future children, passing down his love for culture and tradition.

6. Jamal Thompson

• Aesthetic: Hip Hop / Urban Streetwear

• Traits: Music Lover, Creative, Outgoing

• Aspiration: Musical Genius

• Origin: USA (Brooklyn)

• Appearance: Jamal has dreadlocks, wears oversized hoodies, gold chains, and streetwear brands. He has a laid-back, cool demeanor, with tattoos that reflect his artistic and cultural roots.

• Backstory: Raised in Brooklyn, New York, Jamal always had a deep connection with hip-hop culture. He began writing rap lyrics and producing beats as a teen, inspired by the rhythm of city life.

His dream is to become a world-famous rapper and producer, using his music to inspire and tell stories from his community.

7. Bjorn Eriksen

• Aesthetic: Outdoorsy / Adventurer

• Traits: Loves Outdoors, Active, Loner

• Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

• Origin: Norway

• Appearance: Tall and muscular with a rugged, weathered look. He has a beard and long blonde hair tied in a bun, often wearing practical outdoor gear like flannel shirts, cargo pants, and hiking boots.

• Backstory: Bjorn grew up in the rugged landscapes of Norway, where he learned to appreciate the power and beauty of nature. He's an avid hiker, fisher, and survivalist, often disappearing into the mountains for days at a time.

Bjorn prefers solitude and is happiest when he's surrounded by forests, lakes, and wildlife. His dream is to travel the world and conquer every major mountain.

8. Ethan Park

• Aesthetic: Tech-Savvy / Modern Geek

• Traits: Genius, Geek, Ambitious

• Aspiration: Computer Whiz

• Origin: South Korea

• Appearance: Wears graphic t-shirts, hoodies, and glasses. He has short, neatly styled black hair, and he's always carrying a laptop or some sort of gadget. He has a casual, nerdy look, but with a sharp edge when it comes to his work.

• Backstory: Ethan was born in Seoul, South Korea, but moved to Silicon Valley to pursue his dream of working in the tech industry. A programming prodigy, he's working on a start-up that he hopes will revolutionize the gaming world. Though he's a bit socially awkward, Ethan is determined to become a leading tech innovator, while staying connected to his geeky hobbies like gaming and comic books.

[joslincox]

Middle School: Biology Immune Soundtrack

Genres: Hip Hop • R&B • Alternative Rock

Track Listing:

Air Force Ones - St. Lunatics

Let Me Blow Your Mind - Eve ft. Gwen Stefani

The Hell Song - Sum 41

What If - Aaliyah

Foolish - Ashanti

Ruff Ryders Anthem - DMX

Hot In Herre - Nelly

Lose Yourself - Eminem

Jenny From The Block - Jennifer Lopez

Caramel - City High ft. Eve

Full Moon - Brandy

Work It - Missy Elliott

Still Fly - Big Tymers

Sk8ter Boi - Avril Lavigne

The Anthem - Good Charlotte

Grow Up - Simple Plan

All The Small Things - Blink-182

Uh-Huh - B2K

Good Times - Styles P

All I Have - LL Cool J ft. Jennifer Lopez

It's The Weekend - Lil J ft. Kandi

No Scrubs - TLC

Po' Folks - Nappy Roots

Stingy - Ginuwine

Too Hood - Monica

Still Dre - Dr. Dre

Ooh, Ooh - Willa Ford

Where The Party At - Jagged Edge

Stay The Night - IMX

Call Me - Tweet

Welcome to Atlanta - Jermaine Dupri

Addictive - Truth Hurts

Thug Lovin' - Ja Rule ft. Bobby Brown

I Wanna Know - Joe

Playas Gon' Play - 3LW

U Got It Bad - Usher

Braid My Hair - Mario

Wait A Minute - Ray J ft. Lil Kim

Just In Case - Nivea

I Heard It All Before - Sunshine Anderson

2 Way - Lil Romeo

Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Steelo - 702 ft. Missy Elliott

I Do - Blaque ft. Lisa "Left-Eye" Lopes

All I Need - Aaliyah

I'm A Thug - Trick Daddy

What's My Age Again - Blink-182

Basket Case - Green Day

Flavor Of The Weak - American Hi-Fi

Still Waiting - Sum 41

Party Hard - Andrew W.K

Turn It Out - De La Soul ft. Elizabeth "Yummy" Bingham

Makin' Good Love - Avant

You Know That I Love You - Dontell Jones

7 Days - Craig David

Why Did You Have to Be - Debelah Morgan

Why Don't We Fall In Love - Amerie

I Should Be... - Dru Hill

Mesmerize - Ja Rule ft. Ashanti

Solo Star - Solange

Fabulous - Jaheim

Punk Rock 101 - Bowling For Soup

Fome Is Dape - Little T and One Track Mike

It Wasn't Me - Shaggy

Bounce With Me - Lil Bow Wow ft. Xscape

Bootylicious - Destiny's Child

Unpretty - TLC

Bad Boy For Life - Diddy

Who's That Girl - Eve

Welcome to Paradise - Green Day

Come On, Come On - Smash Mouth

Bounce - System Of a Down

Ms. Jackson - Outkast

Open - Brandy

We Need a Resolution - Aaliyah

Lapdance - N.E.R.D

Hey Ma - Cam'ron

Case Of The Ex (What'cha Gonna Do) - Mýa

Break Ya Neck - Busta Rhymes

Area Codes - Ludacris

Take It To Da House - Trick Daddy

Here We Go Again - Nappy Roots

Without Me - Eminem

Watch Me Do My Thing - IMX

Key To My Heart - Craig David

Summer In The City - St. Lunatics

2nd Best - Cherise ft. Dino

Cool Daddy Cool - Kid Rock ft. Joe C

Who's There - Smash Mouth

Perfect - Simple Plan

Girl All The Bad Guys Want - Bowling For Soup

One Step Closer - Linkin Park

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Toxicity - System Of a Down

Pull Over - Trina

In Da Wind - Trick Daddy

What Would You Do - City High

Rider Like Me - Ezekiel Lewis

U Don't Got To Call - Usher

Don't Mess With My Man - Nivea ft. Jagged Edge

Dilemma - Nelly ft. Kelly Rowland

Big Ball - Drama

Freaks Come Out At Night - Uncle Kracker

Back That Azz Up - Juvenile

What About Us - Brandy

Satellite - P.O.D

Formal Invite - Ray J ft. Pharrell Williams

Jump - Kriss Kross

It's Tricky - Run DMC

Intergalactic - Beastie Boys

Waterfalls - TLC

More Than a Woman - Aaliyah

Son Of a Gun - Janet Jackson

Knock Yourself Out - Jadakiss

You Rock My World - Michael Jackson

Can't Deny It - Fabulous

Move Bitch - Ludacris

Love Me or Leave Me - Ms. Toi

I’m Real - Jennifer Lopez ft. Ja Rule

Fallin' - Alicia Keys

Video - India.Arie

How You Remind Me - Nickelback

Private Eye - Alkaline Trio

The Rock Show - Blink-182

Fat Lip - Sum 41

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

She Is Beautiful - Andrew W.K

Complicated - Avril Lavigne

Take It Off - The Donnas

I'm Just a Kid - Simple Plan

Swing, Swing - The All-American Rejects

The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

Country Grammar (Hot Shit) - Nelly

The Next Episode - Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg

Get Ur Freak On - Missy Elliott

It's All About Me - Mýa

The Boy Is Mine - Brandy and Monica

Fill Me In - Craig David

Independent Women - Destiny's Child

Don't Think I'm Not - Kandi

Opps (Oh My) - Tweet

No More Drama - Mary J. Blige

Love Don't Cost a Thing - Jennifer Lopez

Island in the Sun - Weezer

Rollout (My Business) - Ludacris

No More (Baby I'ma Do Right) - 3LW

As If - Blaque

[runthepockets]

I feel like talking about music. I'm gonna post 7 albums that describe me. Shit that shaped my worldview, reflects my aesthetics, and all that other stuff. Puttin it under read more so no one's dash gets clogged.

ZUU - DENZEL CURRY.

I'm a huge fan of southern Hip Hop. It's dense and eclectic and always so full of life and culture, everything from Andre 3000's thick Atlanta twang on Intl Players Anthem to DJ Paul's production on any given Three 6 Mafia project, it's just my shit. It all speaks to the state of living in the south and has made so much impact on the broader state of Hip Hop. especially in the modern day.

This album feels....so personal. Like coming back home and meeting up with an old friend and realizing you both still know that secret handshake you made up in middle school, or watching the emotional climax of a coming of age movie. I was as wild as I was loving in my youth, so tracks like Ricky and Speedboat and Shake 88 which reference everything from getting in fights in your high school Dickies and football hoodies to escaping hood life to spitting bars about neighborhood bad bitches. It just speaks to me and my experiences, It's always good to know there are other black dudes out there writing love letters and cautionary tales about the violent environments and close knit & loving cultures that surrounded them in their youths spent below the bible belt. I wish I'd had this album when I was 17.

2. VIVA LA COBRA - COBRA STARSHIP

I've been listening to Cobra Starship since I was about 15, and this album has never left my all time greats. It's so fucking fun, like an 18 year old stole his dad's credit card and drove up with his friends to hang in NYC with fake IDs. The bragging, slightly macho, slightly cynical, fun but not too stupid persona Gabe Saporta personifies on this album speaks to me so deeply and shaped me into the man I am today. He has the cynicism and self aware, sarcastic edge that only a former Punk making dance music could have.

3. THREE DAYS GRACE - THREE DAYS GRACE.

Around the age of 13 I was carrying a massive weight; some of it was dysphoria, some of it was internalized racism, some of it was just plain average shit that comes with the territory of being a child under capitalist patriarchy. I felt lost and misunderstood, until I found this album completely by accident. Tracks like Home and Drown spoke to my experiences with abuse and the intense bouts of willpower and self sufficiency that I knew I was capable of but didn't have the courage to act on. I'd put these songs on in my room and drift away, all the pressures my parents and friends and school had put on me just washing away. It was loud and raw and angry and fueled the newfound passion and teen rebellion that would make up the majority of my teens and shape my worldview in adulthood.

4. RUN THE JEWELS 2 - RUN THE JEWELS

The aggressive machismo on this album and the general fuckboy-isms of it all speak to me. Bars like "you want a whore in a white dress, I want a wife with a thong" and verses like "I got that dick in her mouth all day" are just standouts. Just laying everything out, speaking your mind, holding back no punches. The album also weaves in tracks about police brutality, class warfare, and the harsh reality of being pushed to do things you aren't proud of to make ends meet (Killer Mike has a bar about having to sell cocaine to a pregnant woman, and another about his wife being shot by police in front of his son.) I honestly can't see who wouldn't be changed after listening to this, or at least feel seen. It's a no skip banger from beginning to end, if you really wanna understand the essence of Jared, this is it.

5. SOUL GLO - DIASPORA PROBLEMS

Growing up a black kid who liked rock music was extremely taboo, back in the day. It earned you some level of alienation in both black and white dominated spaces. I'd always felt in between worlds; The gritty realism of Hip Hop spoke to me just as the maniacal, commanding essence of Rock and Metal did, and it seemed neither party wanted much to do with me.

Imagine my excitement in 2022 when I find out about Soul Glo, an all black Punk band from my town, who frequently scream their hearts out about everything from police brutality to fake friends to feeling ostracization and tokenization as a black Punk band, with absurd humor and such intense display of vulnerability unlike anything I'd seen before. Finally, I thought, a band that understands me. A band for guys like me.

6. MOBB DEEP - THE INFAMOUS

I got way too high on acid while solo tripping last year and spent a lot of that trip freaking the fuck out. Doom Metal was too much, looking in the mirror was too much, watching tv was too much, everything was just too fucking much.

Except for this record.

This record saved my life and got me into Rap music again. I've cried to it as many times as I've lifted and shaken my ass to it. Though I've never been involved in the street life-- especially not to the degree that Havoc and Prodigy lay claim to-- I grew up privy to it. My environment was incredibly violent. A lot of moralizing by mass media and white people of all backgrounds was lost on me; my father sold drugs to keep me fed and to put Christmas presents under the table, and he'd brought a couple of sex workers into the mix as well (all of whom were incredibly kind women), I felt if anything or anyone was failing, it was the justice system that put guys in these positions.

This album is fucking ruthless. The Jazz and Boom Bap elements add depth to it that I can't really say any other Jazz or Boom Bap rap album has done the same way since. It's also incredibly vulnerable at times. These guys have more nuance and versatility than any other rapper of their time, and it speaks to me as a black dude of working background and experience.

7. THE SLIM SHADY LP - EMINEM

Anyone who's followed me for more than a day knows how much I love Eminem. I think he's witty, charming, funny, and a really down to Earth dude, which probably sounds insane considering the amount of violence and bigotry he spews on the mic at any given time.

This album practically shaped my life and the way I internalize other people's opinions of me. As a kid, I grew up with a pretty abusive mom, and as such always felt the need to apologize or shrink in on myself just for existing. I hadn't really learned how to nurture the spirit until Eminem. The rage, the insanity, and the violence, was all a sheen for an album that truly told a story of how to power through life only trusting yourself and a few other insane, close friends, but most importantly to not let anything get you down and to simply not give a fuck (and to tell anyone who insists otherwise to get on their knees and suck it). The guy spoke real shit and had the credentials to prove it, he knew what he was about and made his dreams a reality, and that was awesome to me.

[lboogie1906]

Niatia Jessica Kirkland (October 4, 1989) known by her stage name Lil Mama, is a rapper, singer, actress, and television presenter from Brooklyn and Harlem. She experienced top 10 Billboard placements at seventeen with her debut album VYP (Voice of the Young People) which debuted at #25 on the Billboard 200. The album spawned her four major singles including her staple song and dance anthem “Lip Gloss”, earning her two Teen Choice Awards and Monster Single of the Year nominations at the MTV VMAs. She gained further attention in Pop music after collaborating on the remix of her hit single “Girlfriend”.

She took a hiatus from music after the success of her hit single “Hustler Girl” to stay focused on serving as a judge for a total of seven seasons on America’s Best Dance Crew (2008–12) which made her one of the youngest judges on any competitive television show in history.

She was cast in her breakout role as the late Hip-Hop artist Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes, in CrazySexyCool: The TLC Story, which aired in October 2013. From the success of the film, she joined TLC (group) on their tour for their Greatest Hits album. She got the opportunity to perform a tribute to the late rapper at the 2013 American Music Awards performing the Grammy Award-winning song “Waterfalls”.

She returned to music, making new tracks with fellow rapper MC Lyte on her single “Ball”. She made Billboard history again with her song “Sausage” at the BET Awards. She appeared on multiple magazine covers and was back on television with Growing Up Hip Hop: Atlanta.

On June 13, 2019, she starred in the movie All In.

She is the older sister of underground rapper and dancer Arnstar, who was a regular on the Wild ‘n Out series. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[artistconnect]

5min read

Wysleep – A New Music Producer Blending Japanese fusion & Smooth Ethiopian Jazz Influences with Hip-Hop Vibes Inspired by Missy Elliott, Larry June, Curren$y, and Cardo Got Wings, Infused with the Hushed Essence of Beaches"

In the heart of Los Angeles, a musical designer is brewing up a unique blend of Ethiopian jazz, Japanese jazz to sounds of Western Europe and contemporary beats. Meet Wysleep, a talented artist and music producer, born and raised in Atlanta & Dallas, Texas. Wysleep journey from the heart of the Lone Star State to the bustling streets of Los Angeles has shaped their distinct style and sound, blending influences from their upbringing with their passion for hip-hop and street music fashion.

Growing up in Dallas, Wysleep was surrounded by a rich tapestry of musical influences, from the soulful sounds of 90s smooth jazz to the infectious beats of southern hip-hop. It was here that they first discovered their love for music and began to experiment with production, drawing inspiration from the likes of Missy Elliott, Curren$y, and Cardo Got Wings. As they honed their craft, Wysleep’s sound evolved, incorporating elements of jazz, hip-hop, and electronic music into a seamless fusion that defies genre boundaries.

But it wasn’t just the music scene in Dallas that shaped Wysleep’s artistic journey

As Wysleep’s passion for music grew, so too did their interest in fashion. Drawing inspiration from the eclectic street style of Dallas and the avant-garde aesthetics of hip-hop culture, they began to experiment with clothing design, creating garments that were as bold and innovative as their music. It was during this time that Wysleep realized the interconnectedness of music and fashion, seeing both as powerful forms of self-expression and creativity.

With their sights set on new horizons, Wysleep made the bold decision to move to Los Angeles, taking a serious step toward pursuing their talents and realizing their creative vision. It was here that he found the perfect environment to nurture their artistry, surrounded by a diverse community of artists and musicians who shared their passion for pushing the boundaries of music and fashion.

Today, Wysleep’s music reflects the culmination of their journey – a seamless fusion of smooth jazz influences, hip-hop vibes inspired by artists like Larry June, Curren$y, and Cardo Got Wings, and the vibe and essence of beaches. From the laid-back grooves of their beats to the intricate sample chops that pay homage to the greats of hip-hop production, each track is a testament to Wysleep’s dedication to their craft and their unwavering commitment to authenticity.

As Wysleep continues to make waves in the music scene and captivate audiences with their innovative designs, one thing is clear: their journey is far from over. With each new track and every new collection, he pushes the boundaries of what’s possible, redefining the intersections of music and fashion and inspiring others to follow their creative passions.

And to those wondering about the meaning behind the name “Wysleep,” it stands for “Why’d You Sleep Longer Expecting Excellence Pretentiously?” – a reminder to always strive for greatness and never settle for anything less.

Follow The Artists for more

Music producer & Designer https://www.instagram.com/imissyouwysleep?igsh=YzAwZjE1ZTI0Zg%3D%3D&utm_source=qr

Photographer & Designer https://www.instagram.com/cha.melle?igsh=YzAwZjE1ZTI0Zg==

Single out Now!!

[musicarenagh]

A Sonic Fusion of Potential and Groove in Daniel Strongman's "Big Brudda" The soul of A-town has found its pulsating rhythm through the youthful vibrancy of one of its talents. The dynamic Atlanta-based artist, Daniel Strongman, proves his growing reputation as a musical force with his much-awaited second single, "Big Brudda", cementing his standing among the fresh-progeny of afro hip-hop artists rising from the South. https://open.spotify.com/track/2zSO51rvZIuS2oSoWS7HIS Describing the tune merely as “super catchy” would be an understatement. Continuously proving himself more than capable in blending aesthetics and elements from varying genres, Strongman's "Big Brudda" emerges as a compelling fusion of afro-hip-hop infused with some mid-tempo Afrobeats funk that lures listeners into dancing right off their seats. Yet it is upon reaching the infectious hook where "Big Brudda" really zeroes in on your attention. It creeps up on you like a rhythmic phantom — subdued yet consistent until it engulfs you completely causing involuntary head bobs or an uncontrollable foot tap. This showing is indeed further testament to Daniel’s prowess in weaving hooks laden with earworm qualities. Strongman’s lyrical delivery is equally commendable - succinct but full-bodied. His laid-back vocal style invites casual introspection, breathing life into the intrinsic theme presented by "Big Brudda". In essence, it’s an exploration and acceptance of one's future potential within the present self, a commendable concoction of motivation and self-realisation bundled in a feel-good arrangement. [caption id="attachment_52177" align="alignnone" width="1125"] A Sonic Fusion of Potential and Groove in Daniel Strongman's "Big Brudda"[/caption] Yet, what ultimately distinguishes this track from being just another blip on the radar is its evocative power. "Big Brudda" paints vibrant pictures of joyous barbecues and sun-bathed boulevards of the Atlanta streets while being emotionally engaging. Like a summer breeze, it manages to be invigorating and calming simultaneously. All things considered, "Big Brudda" works as both an earnest introspective anthem for self-actualization as well as a meticulously crafted soundtrack perfectly suited for those fond of a hip-swaying, dancehall vibe-fest. It stands tall as an eloquent testament to Daniel Strongman's emerging capacity as an artist that stretches beyond conveyor-belt formulations of mainstream music. "Big Brudda" isn’t merely another beat-driven number designed for immediate consumption but rather serves itself up as a considerable feast — thoughtfully prepped with intricate nuances to peruse upon each revisit. Served hot on today's music platter by chef Strongman himself, your ears are in for a dish you’ll savor time and again before eagerly anticipating his next course. Follow Daniel Strongman on Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Instagram and TikTok.

[gtownapts]

Metro Boomin Net Worth in 2025: The Rise of a Trap Titan

Leland Tyler Wayne, better known as Metro Boomin, has transformed from a beat‑making teenager in St. Louis into one of hip‑hop’s most powerful and influential producers. As of early 2025, his estimated net worth stands at $45 million, reflecting a career built on hit records, smart business decisions, and brand partnership

🎵 Early Hustle & Breakthrough

Born on September 16, 1993, Metro began crafting beats at age 13 after his mother gifted him a laptop and FruityLoops software

At 16, he relocated to Atlanta while attending Morehouse College and soon became a go‑to collaborator for local artists such as Future, Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, Migos, and Young Thug

His production for ILoveMakonnen & Drake’s “Tuesday” (2014), Future’s “Mask Off,” and Kanye West’s “Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1” skyrocketed his recognition

Hit Albums & Chart Dominance

Metro’s impact goes far beyond individual songs

Not All Heroes Wear Capes (2018) debuted at №1 on Billboard 200.

Heroes & Villains (2022) and two collaborative albums with Future — We Don’t Trust You and We Still Don’t Trust You (both 2024) — also secured №1 debuts

His discography alone has amassed billions of streams and multiple platinum certifications.

💰 Revenue Streams Behind the $45M

Metro’s wealth is powered by multiple revenue avenues:

Royalties & publishing: From songwriting credits to streaming and radio plays.

Production fees: Working with top-tier artists commands high payouts.

Touring: Notably, the “We Trust You Tour” with Future grossed nearly $8 million from five shows

Catalog deals: He sold a portion of his publishing catalog in a deal reportedly worth up to $70 million

Brand collaborations: Partnerships with major brands like Nike and Puma, plus his ownership of Boominati Worldwide, help diversify income

According to HotNewHipHop and Celebrity Net Worth, Metro now sits comfortably between $45–50 million

🧠 Business Side & Legacy

Metro Boomin’s growth reveals an entrepreneurial mindset:

He has launched Boominati Worldwide, through which he mentors emerging producers and nurtures new talent

His strategic catalog sale reflects a broader shift, recognizing hip‑hop’s catalog value alongside legacy rock and pop catalogs

With additional ventures in fashion, real estate, and media, his brand continues to expand beyond music .

📈 The Road Ahead

With multiple successful album releases and ongoing brand ventures, projections show Metro’s net worth could continue growing:

Early‑2025 estimates hold around $45 million

Some sources suggest it may reach as high as $50 million, thanks to comprehensive revenue streams .

[whosthehottestrapper]

SCORE BIG Outtakes

While the information in "SCORE BIG" is incredibly valuable, and certainly will help the savvy artist elevate, and grow, I thought it would be pertinent to add some visual content for us visual learners. Copies of "SCORE BIG" are only available at https://www.macamilliondollarman.com/product/score-big-1st-edition/ Epic Placements Include: The One (TVOne) (Kirk and Tammy Franklin) Sucker Free, Sucker Free Sundays (MTV2) Bayou Billionaires (CMT) Red Bull (NBC) Gene Simmons Family Jewels (A&E) (KISS) You're Nobody, Til Somebody Kills You (Lionsgate) (Michael Pinckney, and Spike Lee) Snoop Dogg (Metaverse) Black Ink Crew (Harlem, Chicago, Compton) (VH1) Barack Obama: Through The Fire (BET) The Houstons: On Our Own (Lifetime) The Jacksons: Next Generation (Lifetime) Love and Hip Hop (New York, Atlanta, Miami, Hollywood) (VH1) Nike 12 placements ( Nike Elastico Superfly IC) (Nike Mercurial Superfly IV) (Nike Mercurial Vapor X) The Real Housewives of (Atlanta, Miami, Potomac, Dubai) and a few spinoffs,  Kim Zolciak, Porsha Williams, Karen Huger, Kandi Burruss (Bravo) The NBA (NBA TV) Basketball Wives (LA, and some specials) (VH1) Keeping Up With The Kardashians (E) Some of these book Outtake images were in the first original manuscript of the book, so enjoy the exclusive, and leave comments about your thoughts. I want to hear from all of you. Anyone interested in learning, please contact us DM or Email is fine. #MACAMILLION Taking the music business by storm. #Book #musthavebook #Music #MusicLicensing #MusicPublishing #Publishing #Sync #Placements @teachable @synchtank @syncmoneyudemy @synclicensing @syncsummit #CharlieMac #DrCharlieMac #DrMac #phd #Amazing #Humanitarianism #Doctor #Doctorate #MusicArts #PresidentialMedal #PresidentialLifetimeAchievementAward #MACFLYFILMS

[moochilatv]

Shai Cloud presents: Asteroids

the instrumental it's fire

Ripped right out of an anime, Shai Cloud, is an Atlanta-based rapper who seamlessly blends the world of hip-hop with the immersive universe of video games.

Born in New York and raised in the vibrant city of Atlanta, Shai Cloud has carved out a unique niche in the music industry by infusing his lyrical prowess with the nostalgia and energy of gaming.

From the heart of the Dirty South, Shai Cloud draws inspiration from the diverse cultural landscape of Atlanta, channeling its dynamic vibes into his music. Growing up surrounded by the sounds of Southern hip-hop, he developed a passion for storytelling through rap. However, what sets Shai Cloud apart is his deep-rooted love for video games anime and film, an obsession that has become a defining element of his artistic identity. With a flow as smooth as a perfectly executed combo move, Shai Cloud's lyrics transport listeners into the pixelated realms of his most recent video game creations as well as from his childhood. His rhymes are a lyrical journey through the landscapes of RPGs, the adrenaline-pumping action of shooters, and the nostalgic melodies of classic soundtracks fitting for your favorite slice-of-life anime. 

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Killer Mike Named Atlanta Celebrity Ambassador for FIFA 2026

The FIFA 2026 is exactly one year away, and the tournament is kicking off the 365-day countdown in a killer way. On Wednesday, FIFA began to roll out the names of the celebrity ambassadors for each city hosting matches, and Rolling Stone can exclusively announce that Killer Mike will represent his home city of Atlanta.

With just a year left until the highly anticipated FIFA World Cup 2026 kicks off, excitement is already building across North America. The tournament’s countdown has officially begun, and FIFA is celebrating in style. One of the first major announcements this week included unveiling celebrity ambassadors for each of the host cities, and Atlanta, the spotlight shines on hometown hip-hop legend, Killer Mike.

In an exclusive conversation with Rolling Stone, Killer Mike expressed his enthusiasm about Atlanta’s role in hosting the world’s biggest football tournament. Reflecting on how monumental this moment is for the city, he said, I’m excited about FIFA coming here, because I know this is going to change Atlanta forever.

Killer Mike Hopes FIFA World Cup Inspires Atlanta’s Youth

It reminds me of the transformation the city went through during the Olympics in the 1990s. According to Killer Mike, hosting global sporting events acts as a catalyst for urban and cultural development. He hopes the arrival of the Football World Cup will serve as an inspiration for local youth, especially those growing up in Atlanta’s historically marginalized communities.

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Highlighting its deep roots in music, civil rights, and now increasingly, international sports. Although Killer Mike doesn’t consider himself a die-hard soccer fan, he admits to being a regular attendee at Atlanta United games held at the city’s Mercedes-Benz Stadium. I’m what you’d call a casual viewer, but I go to the games often, and the energy is amazing, he shared.

FIFA World Cup 2026: Killer Mike Reflects on Soccer Power to Unite and Inspire

For him, sports transcend competition; they represent unity and community. People think sports are just about toughness and competition, he said, but really, it’s about family. It brings people together. He applauds how soccer, in particular, has grown in popularity in Atlanta. The increasing fanbase of Atlanta United and broader support for international soccer demonstrate.

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The city’s shift toward embracing the global game. Atlanta has always been an international city at heart, he noted. Now, the world gets to see it. Killer Mike also reminisced about his earliest memory of soccer, which came through learning about Brazilian legend Pelé in school. Teachers used Pelé as a cultural bridge, showing students that Black excellence extended far beyond American borders.

Killer Mike Sees Football World Cup 2026 as Atlanta’s Global Moment

Sports can unite us in ways that few other things can, Killer Mike explained. I’ve seen how soccer has brought together kids from all ethnicities, helping them understand the world beyond their neighborhood. He believes the FIFA 2026 tournament will only strengthen these bonds. As cities prepare to welcome fans from around the globe.

There is a growing sense that this event could help reshape perceptions, not just about soccer, but about the cultural identity of American cities like Atlanta. Atlanta is set to play a major role in the tournament. The city will host eight matches in total, the second-highest number among all host locations.

Killer Mike Wants World Cup to Spotlight Atlanta’s Soul

The rapper, who has long been an advocate for social change and community development, sees this moment as an opportunity for young Atlantans to dream bigger. With the global attention the Football World Cup brings, he believes the tournament could spark interest in new careers, global connections, and greater civic pride.

While Atlanta has always been known for its dynamic culture, Killer Mike hopes this moment puts the city’s diversity and creativity into sharper global focus. And he’s proud to be the one telling that story on behalf of his city. I want people to know that Atlanta isn’t just a stop on the map, he said. It’s a force.

As the FIFA World Cup 2026 edges closer, anticipation continues to grow—not just for the matches, but for what the tournament will mean for cities like Atlanta. With voices like Killer Mike leading the charge, Atlanta is ready to show the world what it’s made of. It’s about showing who we are. Our music, our culture, our resilience, it’s all going to be on display.

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East Atlanta Village Uncovered Where Music and Nightlife Thrive

East Atlanta Village is not just a neighborhood in Atlanta; it’s an ongoing conversation about music, culture, and community. This eclectic hub, tucked away just southeast of downtown, offers a nightlife scene that pulses with creativity, diversity, and untold stories. For those craving live music, spirited bars, late-night eats, and a sense of belonging, East Atlanta Village stands out as the city’s unfiltered heart.

This post takes you on a deep, SEO-optimized exploration of East Atlanta Village’s music and nightlife. You’ll discover legendary venues, unique events, the evolution of its scene, what to expect as a visitor, tips from local experts, and ways to make the most of every night out. Expect practical tips, first-hand accounts, and a guided tour that goes far beyond a generic entertainment round-up. Whether you’re a local wanting to rediscover your own backyard or a visitor seeking Atlanta’s true rhythm, this is for you.

The Story Behind East Atlanta Village

A Rich History Gives Rise to a New Sound

East Atlanta Village, often dubbed “EAV” by locals, traces its roots back to the late 1800s, when it was little more than farmland and dirt roads. When the railroad arrived, it became a key suburban area, growing alongside Atlanta as both a residential neighborhood and a site for commerce. Fast-forward to the 20th century, and EAV began to attract artists, musicians, and those drawn to more affordable housing and a laid-back atmosphere.

Throughout the years, the area has transformed into one of Atlanta’s most recognizable music and nightlife districts. Today, vintage buildings stand alongside chic new establishments, and the neighborhood’s patchwork of influences is reflected in its thriving cultural patchwork.

The Artistic Spirit at the Core

The reason East Atlanta Village attracts such a wide range of musical talent and free spirits is its unpolished authenticity. Murals decorate many storefronts. Street performers and pop-up markets are common sights. Community is not just a buzzword here; it’s a core part of the EAV identity. Locals take pride in supporting small businesses, attending local shows, and preserving the neighborhood’s distinctive flair.

Why East Atlanta Village Stands Out

A Melting Pot of Genres and Experiences

Walk down Flat Shoals Avenue or Glenwood Avenue on a Friday night, and you’ll hear everything from indie folk to heavy metal, hip-hop, and electronic beats. The variety is staggering. While many Atlanta neighborhoods offer nightlife, EAV feels curated by the people who call it home. It’s not unusual to find a punk show in one bar, a jazz trio playing next door, and a dance party across the street.

Diverse Music Venues: From tiny bars to spacious stages, there’s always a show for every taste.

Community-focused Events: EAV hosts festivals, art walks, and themed nights year-round.

Laid-back Vibe: There’s no velvet rope or dress code. Authenticity is always in style.

An Ecosystem for Musicians

Musicians are not just performers here; they are community members. Because venues are close together and tightly woven into the neighborhood, artists can easily collaborate, network, and grow their following. Many of today’s recognized Atlanta acts got their start playing open mics or supporting touring bands at EAV staples.

Legendary Venues and Where to Find Them

The EARL

No guide to East Atlanta Village would be complete without mentioning The EARL, an acronym for East Atlanta Restaurant and Lounge. Opened in 1999, The EARL has become Atlanta’s premier spot for indie rock, alternative, and up-and-coming acts. It’s not oversized, but its reputation looms large in the live music world.

Music Calendar: The EARL hosts several shows a week, and their schedule features both local acts and national touring bands.

Food and Drink: Known for its juicy burgers and impressive beer list, The EARL is more than a music venue.

529 Bar

Step into 529 Bar for a true taste of everything from punk and hip-hop to electronic sets and spoken word nights. It’s intimate, with graffiti-art walls and DJs spinning deep into the night. 

Notable For: Discovering new bands, catching secret shows, and impromptu dance floors.

Insider Tip: Some nights, 529 transforms into a late-night dance party after the headlining band is done.

Sabbath Brewing

A newer addition, Sabbath Brewing brings together die-hard music fans and craft beer aficionados. It’s not just a brewery; it’s a community gathering spot with regular live bands, DJs, and friendly vibes under string lights. 

What to Expect: Locally brewed ales, a beer garden setting, and an impressive rotating lineup of bands.

Argosy

Part gastropub, part arcade, and part backdrop for indie shows, Argosy stands out for its clapboard style and fantastic wood-fired menu.

Live Music: Argosy hosts low-key gigs and DJ nights, occasionally partnering with record labels or local radio stations.

Extra Fun: Check out their old-school arcade games and rotating draft lists.

After-dark Eats and Sip Spots

No night out in East Atlanta Village is complete without refueling over tasty food and creative cocktails. The bar scene here is as varied as the music, offering something for every palate.

Mary’s

Widely known as one of Atlanta’s favorite LGBTQ+ bars, Mary’s offers karaoke, drag shows, themed parties, and a famously fun crowd.

Nightlife Staple: Welcoming to all, with strong drinks and a dance floor that magically fills up by midnight.

Don’t Miss: Their themed music video nights and regular costume contests.

Argosy’s Beer and Bites

If catching live music has worked up your appetite, Argosy’s wood-fired pizzas, small plates, and craft beer collection make for ideal late-night sustenance. Pair a margherita pie with a local IPA before your next set.

Banshee

For more upscale tastes, Banshee on Flat Shoals offers inventive small plates and cocktails. The sea trout crudo or spicy cabbage with peanut crunch are surefire conversation-starters during a night out.

Octopus Bar

Late-night munchies? Octopus Bar opens at 10 PM and stays serving until 2 or 3 AM. You’ll find an unconventional “after hours” menu that’s revered by kitchen pros and musicians alike.

Signature Events and Unmissable Festivals

East Atlanta Village throws some of the most anticipated events in Atlanta, often spilling over into the streets and bringing the community together.

East Atlanta Strut

A beloved annual festival, the East Atlanta Strut brings together music, food trucks, artisan vendors, and parades. Expect local bands on every corner, quirky costumes, and a true celebration of neighborhood pride.

Brownwood Park Music Festival

Here, community and music meet under giant oaks in Brownwood Park. The festival features local acts, family activities, and plenty of bites from neighborhood food trucks.

EAV Farmers Market

Not strictly nightlife, but the East Atlanta Village Farmers Market deserves a mention for its live performances, pop-up dinners, and the sense of community it nurtures every Thursday evening.

Themed Pub Crawls and Dance Parties

Throughout the year, EAV hosts events like zombie-themed pub crawls, New Year’s street parties, and art walks where live bands and DJs play in parks and on patios.

The Evolution of EAV’s Nightlife Scene

Balancing Growth and Grit

East Atlanta Village has wrestled with waves of gentrification, which have brought both challenges and opportunities. New investments have revitalized abandoned buildings, brought in new restaurants, and expanded the neighborhood’s audience. However, longtime residents and venue owners are passionate about keeping the village’s inclusive and creative spirit alive.

Pandemic Recovery

Like every nightlife district, EAV faced enormous setbacks during the COVID-19 pandemic. Many venues turned to live-streamed shows, takeout drinks, and socially distanced patios. The sense of community only grew as locals sought to support their favorite haunts. Now, the music scene is roaring back, stronger and even more united.

Tips for Enjoying East Atlanta Village Nightlife

Getting There and Getting Around

Parking in East Atlanta Village can be tricky, especially on busy weekends. If possible, use rideshare apps or public transit. Once there, you’ll find that most venues, bars, and restaurants are within walking distance of each other.

Insider Tip: Download the Atlanta Streetcar schedule and plot out a few key spots.

Safety: While EAV is lively and generally safe, stick to well-lit areas and travel with friends late at night.

Dress Code and Cover Charges

Most places in EAV have a relaxed dress code, focused on comfort and self-expression. For shows at The EARL or 529, expect affordable cover charges, usually under $20. Festivals and special events might require advance tickets.

Noise and Local Etiquette

EAV’s energy is infectious, but it’s still a residential area. Be respectful of neighbors and local businesses. If you’re new to the scene, tip generously and support house bands and small acts.

The People Who Make EAV Special

Local Musicians Speak Out

Jamal Clark, lead singer of a rising indie-soul group that regularly gigs at Sabbath Brewing, shares, “East Atlanta Village is the one place where our music feels heard. It’s not about chasing trends here, it’s about connecting.”

Sarah Wu, a sound engineer at 529 Bar, adds, “You walk into the village on any given night and run into people who live for music. That’s the energy artists need.”

Dedicated Venue Owners

Long-standing venues stay relevant because owners value both the legacy and future of the neighborhood. Many reinvest in their spaces, book emerging talent, and try new things—from hosting fundraisers to starting a house record label.

Fans and Locals

Regulars play an equal part in the scene’s vibrancy. It’s common to see the same faces at multiple shows and to pick up conversations where you left off weeks before. That continuity fosters loyalty and makes the scene accessible to newcomers.

Beyond the Night Scene

Daytime Delights

EAV isn’t just an after-dark destination. Indie record shops, vintage stores, bookstores, and coffeehouses make daytime visits just as rewarding. Village Vibes Records and Joe’s East Atlanta Coffee Shop are popular stops to ease into the neighborhood’s energy.

Art Everywhere

On nearly every street and alleyway, you’ll find murals celebrating everything from Atlanta hip-hop history to abstract modern art. EAV’s visual stories are as vital as the ones told on its stages.

Making the Most of Your Visit

Plan Ahead: Popular shows and events sell out fast; always check online calendars.

Eat Early (and Late): Some food spots close before headliners start, but late-night gems like Octopus Bar have you covered.

Mix and Mingle: Many venues have communal seating or patios, making it easy to strike up a conversation with locals.

Final Thoughts How to Experience the Real Atlanta

East Atlanta Village is a neighborhood that keeps reinventing itself, thanks to the people who invest their passion here. Its music and nightlife do more than entertain; they build community, boost local artists, and keep Atlanta’s cultural engine humming. If you want to go beyond the tourist sites and experience genuine Atlanta nightlife, EAV’s alleys, pubs, and dance floors are waiting.

Dive into an open mic night, support a local band, or simply wander the bustling streets. Bring your curiosity, your dancing shoes, and a willingness to join in the story. To discover more local insights and event updates, subscribe to our newsletter or check our daily guide to East Atlanta Village hot spots.

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The album will mark his first full-length release since facing legal troubles tied to the high-profile YSL RICO case. Thug recently dropped the album’s lead single, “Money on Money” featuring Future, a hard-hitting track that sees the Atlanta rapper returning to form with his signature sound. But beyond its booming production, the single has stirred conversation for its pointed lyrics, which appear to reference the YSL case and his former associates. On the hook, Thug delivers a scathing line: “These fuck n-ggas tellin’ for nothin’, and I gotta be the one callin’ ’em friends,” sparking speculation about fractured relationships within his circle. With “Uy Scuti” on the horizon, fans are watching closely as Thug steps back into the spotlight. 2. Tiwa Savage’s performance steals the spotlight at Usher’s O2 Arena concert Another clip of Tiwa Savage’s performance at usher’s o2 Arena show. pic.twitter.com/b7QdD5x1Hf — 𝗧𝗶𝘄𝗮’𝘀 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱⚔️ (@savagesourcee) May 7, 2025 Nigerian music icon Tiwa Savage stole the spotlight at Usher’s recent “Past Present Future” tour stop at London’s O2 Arena, thrilling the crowd with a surprise appearance that quickly became the talk of the night. Although she and Usher did not perform together, Tiwa’s electrifying stage presence and effortless charisma captivated the audience, prompting roaring applause and solidifying her place as a global Afrobeats powerhouse. Her moment on one of the world’s most prestigious stages further underscores her growing international influence. From commanding music festivals to dominating fashion runways, Tiwa Savage continues to break boundaries and represent African excellence on a global scale. The O2 Arena’s star-studded history made the perfect backdrop for her cultural crossover moment, reinforcing her status as one of Africa’s most recognized and respected artists. 3. South Africa: Rapper K.O. in partnership to bring affordable, speedy internet to townships “I’m honoured to work with the team as they deliver internet access for communities.” — TshisaLIVE (@TshisaLIVE) May 7, 2025 South African hip-hop heavyweight K.O. has teamed up with Fibertime™ to bring fast, affordable fibre internet to underserved townships across the country. Best known for his chart-topping hits like “Caracara” and “SETE,” the award-winning rapper, real name Ntokozo Mdluli, is now lending his influence to bridge the digital divide. The partnership introduces a flexible, pay-as-you-go fibre solution that removes traditional barriers like monthly debit orders, making high-speed connectivity more accessible to township communities. “I’m honoured to work with the fibertime™ team as they deliver internet access to communities similar to the one I come from,” said K.O. “I had to move away to find opportunity. Now, with fibertime™, people can connect and create from their own backyards.” Already live in 17 townships, including Alexandra and Kayamandi, the campaign will expand access further, potentially unlocking opportunities in education, business, and the arts. Alan Knott-Craig, Fibertime™ founder and veteran tech entrepreneur, hailed K.O. as “a great partner who understands the life-changing power of internet access.” 4. Malia Obama accused of imitating indie filmmaker in Nike ad Malia Obama is being accused of copying parts of an indie filmmaker’s short film for her Nike ad. Full details here: pic.twitter.com/r1xysbSBzV — Complex (@Complex) May 6, 2025 Malia Obama is facing criticism from indie filmmaker Natalie Jasmine Harris, who has publicly accused the former first daughter of imitating her 2024 short film, GRACE, in a recent Nike advertisement. The ad, directed by Obama, was produced to highlight WNBA star A’Ja Wilson and her new signature shoe. Harris, whose film debuted at the same Sundance Film Festival Obama attended, took to social media to express her concern, stating the social media cut of the Nike commercial bears a “shockingly similar” resemblance to her film’s tone, visuals, and storytelling approach. Harris, a Sundance Ignite x Adobe Fellow known for exploring Black queer joy and girlhood in her work, voiced her frustration with the lack of recognition for emerging creatives. In a series of posts on X and Instagram, she called out what she sees as a troubling pattern of major brands favoring name recognition over original artistry. “If brands want a certain look, why not hire from the source?” she wrote, accompanying her words with screenshots comparing her film and the Nike ad. While Harris stopped short of alleging direct plagiarism, she emphasized how disheartening it is to see creative efforts seemingly echoed by high-profile figures with greater access and influence. 5. Lamine Yamal makes emotional Champions League vow to Barcelona fans I’m emotional this kid Lamine Yamal has a mentality of an old man pic.twitter.com/Pk71TFgBZb — Fredamaquezz (@HassanGypsum) May 7, 2025 Barcelona wonderkid Lamine Yamal has made an emotional vow to fans in the aftermath of the club’s dramatic Champions League exit at the hands of Inter Milan. Despite a heroic second-leg performance in which the Blaugrana clawed back a two-goal deficit, they ultimately fell 4-3 after extra time, losing 7-6 on aggregate. Hours after the heartbreaking defeat, Yamal took to Instagram to promise the fans that he would not rest until he brings Europe’s most coveted club trophy back to Camp Nou, declaring, “We won’t stop until we leave this club where it deserves, at the highest.” Yamal’s message came as fellow Barcelona winger Raphinha, who scored the team’s third goal late in the match, also expressed his anguish but vowed that the team would come back stronger. The defeat marks another painful European exit for the Catalan side, but attention now turns to this weekend’s pivotal El Clásico clash against Real Madrid. With La Liga still up for grabs, the young stars’ words serve as a rallying cry for unity and determination as Barcelona seeks to end the season on a high note. Featured Image: @raptalksk/X Our Weekday News Digest summarizes five of the hottest news topics worldwide–including celebrity news from Hollywood to Nollywood, the latest trending global headlines from American reports to top African news today, and the best sports stories in 2025. 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Young Thug reveals release date for new album “Uy Scuti,” Tiwa Savage’s performance steals the spotlight at Usher’s O2 Arena concert, Lamine Yamal makes emotional Champions League vow to Barcelona fans. Stay in the know with our Rave News Digest, which summarizes five of the hottest global news stories you need to catch up on, saving you time and energy. Consider it your daily news fix.  Here is a rundown of five of the hottest news topics… 1. Young Thug reveals release date for new album “Uy Scuti” YOUNG THUG UY SCUTI(ALBUM) JUNE 2025 🚨 pic.twitter.com/RCsGTY0Z3d — Kurrco (@Kurrco) May 6, 2025 Young Thug has officially confirmed that his long-awaited album “Uy Scuti” will be released in June. The announcement came during a casual interaction with fans in a recently surfaced video where multiple people can be heard asking the rap superstar about the project. Thugger’s response was brief but enough to excite fans: “June,” he said, without specifying a day. The album will mark his first full-length release since facing legal troubles tied to the high-profile YSL RICO case. Thug recently dropped the album’s lead single, “Money on Money” featuring Future, a hard-hitting track that sees the Atlanta rapper returning to form with his signature sound. But beyond its booming production, the single has stirred conversation for its pointed lyrics, which appear to reference the YSL case and his former associates. On the hook, Thug delivers a scathing line: “These fuck n-ggas tellin’ for nothin’, and I gotta be the one callin’ ’em friends,” sparking speculation about fractured relationships within his circle. With “Uy Scuti” on the horizon, fans are watching closely as Thug steps back into the spotlight. 2. Tiwa Savage’s performance steals the spotlight at Usher’s O2 Arena concert Another clip of Tiwa Savage’s performance at usher’s o2 Arena show. pic.twitter.com/b7QdD5x1Hf — 𝗧𝗶𝘄𝗮’𝘀 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱⚔️ (@savagesourcee) May 7, 2025 Nigerian music icon Tiwa Savage stole the spotlight at Usher’s recent “Past Present Future” tour stop at London’s O2 Arena, thrilling the crowd with a surprise appearance that quickly became the talk of the night. Although she and Usher did not perform together, Tiwa’s electrifying stage presence and effortless charisma captivated the audience, prompting roaring applause and solidifying her place as a global Afrobeats powerhouse. Her moment on one of the world’s most prestigious stages further underscores her growing international influence. From commanding music festivals to dominating fashion runways, Tiwa Savage continues to break boundaries and represent African excellence on a global scale. The O2 Arena’s star-studded history made the perfect backdrop for her cultural crossover moment, reinforcing her status as one of Africa’s most recognized and respected artists. 3. South Africa: Rapper K.O. in partnership to bring affordable, speedy internet to townships “I’m honoured to work with the team as they deliver internet access for communities.” — TshisaLIVE (@TshisaLIVE) May 7, 2025 South African hip-hop heavyweight K.O. has teamed up with Fibertime™ to bring fast, affordable fibre internet to underserved townships across the country. Best known for his chart-topping hits like “Caracara” and “SETE,” the award-winning rapper, real name Ntokozo Mdluli, is now lending his influence to bridge the digital divide. The partnership introduces a flexible, pay-as-you-go fibre solution that removes traditional barriers like monthly debit orders, making high-speed connectivity more accessible to township communities. “I’m honoured to work with the fibertime™ team as they deliver internet access to communities similar to the one I come from,” said K.O. “I had to move away to find opportunity. Now, with fibertime™, people can connect and create from their own backyards.” Already live in 17 townships, including Alexandra and Kayamandi, the campaign will expand access further, potentially unlocking opportunities in education, business, and the arts. Alan Knott-Craig, Fibertime™ founder and veteran tech entrepreneur, hailed K.O. as “a great partner who understands the life-changing power of internet access.” 4. Malia Obama accused of imitating indie filmmaker in Nike ad Malia Obama is being accused of copying parts of an indie filmmaker’s short film for her Nike ad. Full details here: pic.twitter.com/r1xysbSBzV — Complex (@Complex) May 6, 2025 Malia Obama is facing criticism from indie filmmaker Natalie Jasmine Harris, who has publicly accused the former first daughter of imitating her 2024 short film, GRACE, in a recent Nike advertisement. The ad, directed by Obama, was produced to highlight WNBA star A’Ja Wilson and her new signature shoe. Harris, whose film debuted at the same Sundance Film Festival Obama attended, took to social media to express her concern, stating the social media cut of the Nike commercial bears a “shockingly similar” resemblance to her film’s tone, visuals, and storytelling approach. Harris, a Sundance Ignite x Adobe Fellow known for exploring Black queer joy and girlhood in her work, voiced her frustration with the lack of recognition for emerging creatives. In a series of posts on X and Instagram, she called out what she sees as a troubling pattern of major brands favoring name recognition over original artistry. “If brands want a certain look, why not hire from the source?” she wrote, accompanying her words with screenshots comparing her film and the Nike ad. While Harris stopped short of alleging direct plagiarism, she emphasized how disheartening it is to see creative efforts seemingly echoed by high-profile figures with greater access and influence. 5. Lamine Yamal makes emotional Champions League vow to Barcelona fans I’m emotional this kid Lamine Yamal has a mentality of an old man pic.twitter.com/Pk71TFgBZb — Fredamaquezz (@HassanGypsum) May 7, 2025 Barcelona wonderkid Lamine Yamal has made an emotional vow to fans in the aftermath of the club’s dramatic Champions League exit at the hands of Inter Milan. Despite a heroic second-leg performance in which the Blaugrana clawed back a two-goal deficit, they ultimately fell 4-3 after extra time, losing 7-6 on aggregate. Hours after the heartbreaking defeat, Yamal took to Instagram to promise the fans that he would not rest until he brings Europe’s most coveted club trophy back to Camp Nou, declaring, “We won’t stop until we leave this club where it deserves, at the highest.” Yamal’s message came as fellow Barcelona winger Raphinha, who scored the team’s third goal late in the match, also expressed his anguish but vowed that the team would come back stronger. The defeat marks another painful European exit for the Catalan side, but attention now turns to this weekend’s pivotal El Clásico clash against Real Madrid. With La Liga still up for grabs, the young stars’ words serve as a rallying cry for unity and determination as Barcelona seeks to end the season on a high note. Featured Image: @raptalksk/X Our Weekday News Digest summarizes five of the hottest news topics worldwide–including celebrity news from Hollywood to Nollywood, the latest trending global headlines from American reports to top African news today, and the best sports stories in 2025. 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