#asks 4 sami

[samijen]

have a few questions as an upcoming artist, I hope it's ok to ask:

what brushes do you use for sketching

how to you get the anatomy correct? every time I draw a bust/headshot the head looks too big

1.Recently using this brush! 2.10+ years of practice and study. Study lots of photos, start by tracing, then drawing side by side. Learn to "measure" with your eyes. Soon your eyes (and mind) will be trained enough to be able to notice any anatomy out of place.

Good luck!

[evevoli]

hey ev!!! i hope you've been well!! in honor of spotify wrapped calling you out (it did that to me too dw, best regards, the person whose top artist was sleeping at last lol) can we get a top 5 The Amazing Devil songs? :)

OUGHHH hiii drev good to see you :] last two were a little tough to rank buuuuut here you go <3

welly boots - i have never been the same since hearing this one i don't think. i remember reading the lyrics on their own and Weeping and then i left the actual song sitting in a tab for like 3 days afterward too afraid to give it a listen bc i knew what it'd Do to me. this stupid goddamn song about shoes is my everything im convinced it literally genuinely made me Worse i think i need to be put down

inkpot gods - HURHGHGHGHGHHHHHH. YOU KNOW. i need the lyrics tattooed to my brain or at least like my arm or something i'm so fucked up about this one always like yeah haha if i don't make it back from where i've gone just know i [EXPLODES]. noceda sibling anthem btw do you get it. thats them. runs around my enclosure howling

the horror and the wild - when im angry i just put this one on and crank the volume high enough to kill a man until i feel better it's therapeutic. i'm so mad i'm gonna listen to the horror and the wild so i won't be so mad etc

secret worlds - only started listening to this one a week or two ago but hurghghhhh it's so good. aughh. not much to say on it yet but it fits my OCs which is enough i think. also the transition between this and the calling makes me explode every time

marbles - top 10 bridges that ruined my fucking life cause now i get to meet you for the first time every single dayyyy okay what if i began eating fertilizer with my bare hands someone sedate me

SO IN CONCLUSION...

[cononeillbreastingboobily]

Do you know if Rahim will be on this final season of Sex Ed? I didn't see him in that teaser, that's why I'm asking. I know it's just a teaser so it might not mean anything but I'm worried because I want him on the show.

I was also surprised not to see Rahim, but tbh I wouldn't worry in advance. From what I know Sami Outalbali wasn't among the cast members who said they wouldn't come back for the fourth season, so I think he will be back indeed. We will just have to wait and see until the proper trailer release, as well as promotional press releases etc.

Not to mention,

This is an excerpt from an interview with Sami for the Attitude Magazine, from a special edition of the magazine to commemorate the release of the third season, back in autumn 2021. There were interviews with the main cast members who play queer characters (Sami Outalbali, Ncuti Gatwa, Connor Swindells, Patricia Allison, Tanya Reynolds), and just. Well. If he doesn't in fact come back then it's just me lying to myself, but tbh I do feel like Rahim's story on the show is far from over, and we will see more of him in just over two months ☺️

[peridotite]

Yang is more feminine than Blake though?

girl you totally just looked into the replies on that post LOL i was just reading them

[heartbreakfeelsogood]

Happy Monday night raw

happy monday night raw! yayyyy ^_^

[dughole]

these palestinian suvivors & their families have bravely reached out to me asking for aid & public support. please consider donating, & share this post with as many people as possible.

fadi ayyad is an 18 yr old & the son of a prominate gazan educator. there are 8 people benefitted by this urgent fundrasier, 4 of them children. (verified here)

muhammad al-habil is a father of three young children, ahmed, osama, & mira. this urgent fundrasier also provides urgent need to his his father, his mother, his wife. (verified here)

iyad sami & amal mahmoud, married for 13 yrs, are the sole caregivers of their 4 children, sami, mohammad, sarah, & saad. this family of six are seeking support via this fundraiser. (verified here)

ahmed alanqar is an accountant & the loving husband of dina alanqar. this urgent fundraiser aids their three young children zeina, eileen, & yamen. (verified here)

[seiwas]

Sel bel HOW ARE YOUUUUUU

I hope life is going goood. haven’t caught up in so long I misses u😭😭😭

take kisses mwuah

sami helloooo!!! 🥺 it has been a while!! i'm doing good!! what about u!! what are u up to!!!!

thank u for the kisses i am multiplying them back to you!!! 🥹 you are so sweet for dropping by!!!

[kordeliiius]

I was asked to help raise awareness for Sami and Mohammed's campaign, which aims to support 10 people: Sami and his wife, his 3 children, his 4 siblings, and chronically ill mother. (His daughters Jud and Lynn are pictured above.) Follow @mohammedalkhliliy1 for updates!

Vouch from 90-ghost

[abosamisblog]

Help me and my family escape this raging war in order to survive.

I have been married to Amal Mahmoud for thirteen years, and we have four children: Sami, Mohammad, Sarah, and Saad. We are from Palestine, specifically the Gaza Strip, which has been under siege for over eighteen years.

Now, we no longer have a home, and my family lives in a refugee school in the Al-Zaytoun area of northern Gaza, while I live in a tent in Deir al-Balah. I haven't seen my children or my wife for over eight months.

My children and wife are suffering from continuous bombing, lack of resources to live in peace, and a shortage of food and water. Here, I am enduring severe psychological and physical pressures due to my inability to be with them and meet their needs.

I ask anyone who reads my story to look upon us with compassion and help me raise even a small amount of money so that we can leave this country and find a safe place to live. We seek a country that offers us safety and a decent life, far from wars, genocide, and lack of security. We need shelter, food, water, education, and healthcare for me and my family.

My previous account was verified by many people, but unfortunately, it was banned, and I had to create a new account. Please share my new account and help my family reach a larger audience for support and assistance.

Thank you

🕊️🌹

My account vetted by @90-ghost

and vetted by

@northgazaupdates

Vetted link 🖇️

My old account// @eyadeyadsblog

My old post//

Note:27/7/2024:

I was sitting with my 4-year-old son, Saad, in a displacement school in Deir al-Balah when the school was targeted by four rockets. I was injured in my leg, while my son suffered injuries all over his body and, unfortunately, lost his sight later. During the attack, I lost my mobile phone and all the data on it. I created a new account on Tumblr and ask anyone who reads my story to help me share it.

[gadgetcopter-moving]

a list of all the palestinians who have messaged me recently asking for help. please donate if you're able to, most of them are really far away from reaching their goal and if you can't then please reblog

@ahmedhadeel84 | gfm link | $615 / $35,000

@nabila6 | gfm link | $7,979 / $10,000

@dodooomar1 | gfm link | $4,637 / $40,000

@tahreer123 | gfm link | $14,838 / $65,000

@yousef-fals | gfm link | $40,307 / $60,000

@samy-family21 | gfm link | $3,355 / $15,000

@kaw95thar | gfm link | €3,578 / €50,000

@mohhnaser | gfm link | $1,450 / $10,000

@sfaamq10 | gfm link | $35,258 / $75,000

@hanaa88yousef | gfm link | £40,194 / £50,000

@amalayyad45 | gfm link | $7,078 / $35,000

@abuhamdasblog | gfm link | $1,781 / $40,000

@shadi90 | gfm link | kr17,661 SEK / kr200K

tagging as many mutuals/people i follow as i can think of: @pcktknife @izhape @entryn17 @izhape @goomo @sirfetchd @xentauria @saw2fan @nazarbead @shopcat @glubby @tolerance @dogscircle @estercity @prionz @transfemmes @worldend @mikuhats @tcda @tapir @geiser @mdq @dykesbites @tryworks @1rl @legerdomain @go60go @2bu @sevicia @submech @sillymeter @residentevil-4 @pimpa @sarahstanky @spindash @fagpool @couriernewvegas @taconiel @pspwiki @latexjester

[historyandmemes]

Sunday, Dec. 25, 2023 — Another day, another horrific massacre of innocent Palestinians by Israel. The US and the international community must force Israel to STOP the carnage, STOP the war crimes, STOP the depravity.

The world continues to watch as the rogue state of Israel inflicts unthinkable crimes against humanity. The complicity is sickening, the inaction despicable. Palestinians deserve better, we've failed them.

At least 70 killed in Israeli strike on refugee camp in central Gaza, health ministry says — (Source: The Guardian) Guardian staff and agencies | Sun 24 Dec 2023 18.04 EST

An Israeli airstrike on a refugee camp in central Gaza has killed at least 70 people, Palestinian health officials have said as they warned the toll was likely to rise and the strikes that began hours before midnight continued into Christmas Day. The Palestinian health ministry spokesperson, Ashraf al-Qidra, said the death toll was likely to climb. “What is happening at the Maghazi camp is a massacre that is being committed on a crowded residential square,” he told Reuters.

Israel strikes 2 homes, killing more than 90 Palestinians. Biden says he didn’t request a cease-fire — (Source: Associated Press) BY NAJIB JOBAIN AND SAMY MAGDY | Updated 4:12 PM EST, December 23, 2023

U.S. President Joe Biden spoke with Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu on Saturday, calling it a long and private conversation a day after the Biden administration again shielded Israel in the diplomatic arena. On Friday, the U.N. Security Council adopted a watered-down resolution that calls for immediately speeding up aid deliveries to desperate civilians in Gaza, but not for a cease-fire. “I did not ask for a cease-fire,” Biden said of the call. Netanyahu’s office said the prime minister “made clear that Israel would continue the war until achieving all its goals.”

Netanyahu vows to fight on in Gaza; Islamic Jihad joins Cairo talks — (Source: Reuters) By Nidal Al-Mughrabi and Dan Williams | December 24, 2023 2:58 PM EST

CAIRO/JERUSALEM, Dec 24 (Reuters) - Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu vowed on Sunday to fight deeper into Gaza after his troops endured one of the worst days of losses of their ground war, while militant group Islamic Jihad joined talks in Cairo, a sign diplomacy was still alive. ... The militant groups have so far said they will not discuss any release of hostages unless Israel ends its war in Gaza, while the Israelis say they are willing to discuss only a temporary pause in fighting.

DON'T LOOK AWAY. KEEP UP PUBLIC PRESSURE. PUSH FOR PEACE.

[samijen]

How do you draw frills?

i usually just use brushes lol

but here's a small tutorial

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Even if a gift isn't your favorite, it's the thought that counts right?

And why not put that thought into action to help a family in need?

This is @mohammedalkhliliy1 aka Sami, his family, and his little ones, including their precious cat.

Verification info can be found through the link above. And I personally double checked the lists and GFM links. They match!

Sami is trying desperately to raise funds so his family can survive until the borders open and escape!

They face famine, high food prices, a tent that only barely shields them from the weather, and Sami's own mother is facing medical crisis due to the lack of Healthcare!

Please, if you see this, give it a Share. Shares seem basic but they are Vital for getting fundraisers further reach and more support!

Then if you have some money to spare, consider donating! Every little bit helps and donations can be refunded through donation protection if anything goes wrong.

Infact! Consider matching mine. It's not much. But I hope it helps.

Thank You.

2,090 / 30,000 EUR

7% Funded

Direct Link to Fundraiser Here

Tag list to help this get moving. Not trying to pressure donations if you can't afford it. All I ask is for a share to help this campaign get more support.

Thank You

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[peachhcs]

friendsgiving in michigan

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

because thanksgiving falls so late this year, samy manages to arrange a friendsgiving weekend with everyone up at the lake house and pulls off a guest surprise in the process

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a thanksgiving special from samy & the crew + emma cooper mention from my other au (that i still haven’t worked on). wanted to put together something fun for thanksgiving so enjoy and happy turkey day!! 🦃

au masterlist

SAMY HUGHES

FRIENDSGIVING WEEKEND AT THE LAKE HOUSE?

WHO'S FREE? THINKING 24th-27th?

RYAN LEONARD

HELL YEAH I'M IN

GABE PERREAULT

ME 2

ARAM MINNETIAN

ME 3

DREW FORTESCUE

ME 4!

WILL VOTE

u think we can bring the hagens, stiga, and buium along too?

SAMY HUGHES

yes!!! bring them all we'll have a full house this year i'm so excited!!

julianne, emma, & tell zeev's gf they're all welcome too

hannah's coming up with me

JACOB FOWLER

can't wait to be back in mich for a few days

RYAN LEONARD

gonna be the best reunion can't wait

can smitty come by chance?

WILL SMITH

shit i have a game the 25th and 27th 😔

GABE PERREAULT

fuckkkkk dude

ARAM MINNETIAN

smitty will be missed 😔😔

WILL SMITH

wish i could be there i'll be thinking of u guys ❤️

the entire house was buzzing with people everywhere either catching up with one another, cooking, or playing video games. samy was busy in the kitchen making mac and cheese while ryan and gabe attempted to help with the turkey after being put to work by samy (even though they asked if they could help her with anything).

sometimes others would pop in to see how it was going or steal some of the food knowing they couldn't eat it yet, especially jacob and drew. those two were notorious for getting a dip of something and then hurrying back out of the kitchen before samy or hannah yelled at them.

the house was filled with a lot of warmth which the youngest hughes loved. people were only in the house over the summer, so being able to fill it with people during the winter really made the girl happy, especially since she hadn't seen the boys since summer ended anyway.

the only thing that was missing was will and what no one but samy knew was that he was on a flight over right after his game to surprise everyone. she kept checking her phone to know when he was almost there so she could go out and get him. the couple planned it a few days after samy asked everyone if they were free for friendsgiving and who didn't love surprises?

"this is actually so gross," gabe complained while buttering and seasoning up the inside of the turkey. his hands were deep under the skin slowly rolling the flavoring into the meat. ryan snickered.

"sucks you got stuck with that job," the brunette taunted.

"shut up, dude," gabe rolled his eyes and samy laughed to herself at their minor bickering. her phone buzzed against the counter and her eyes flew to the screen, smiling when she saw will's notification.

"hey, gabe, you mind taking over this cutting for a second?" the girl held the knife out to the boy and he sent her a relieved look.

"yes, thank god. i don't wanna do this anymore," he scrubbed his hands off and eagerly took the knife from her to finish cutting up her potatoes.

samy swiped her phone from the counter to read her boyfriend's message.

WILL SMITH five minutes away

the brunette grinned to herself. she slipped out of the kitchen and out the back door where no one would see her leave or catch sight of will coming in when he got there. a bubble of excitement grew in her stomach knowing she couldn't wait to see everyone's reaction.

will's uber rolled down the drive and the girl's grin got even wider as she waited in anticipation on the porch. the blonde climbed out, waving to her as he grabbed his backpack and hurried up the wooden porch.

"hey pretty," he smushed her into a hug as she breathed him in and took her moment with him before everyone else took his attention inside.

"it's good to see you. everyone's inside. they're gonna be really excited to see you," she nodded towards the door. will smiled, leaning down to place a kiss to her lips, also wanting his moment with his girl before the guys stole him away.

"i'm kind of nervous, is that weird?" the blonde chuckled to himself as his gaze drifted towards the house again.

"no, but don't be. they're gonna be really excited," samy rubbed his arm and then waited for will's cue that he was ready to go inside. he nodded and she slowly pushed the door back open where everyone's voices filled their ears again.

samy led her boyfriend back towards the living room where mostly everyone was. they were scattered across the couches, chairs, and floor taking turns playing mario kart and too invested to notice the boy's presence until will knocked on the entryway.

aram's head snapped that way first. his eyes widened in surprise, shoving everyone out of the way as he jumped up and bounded his way to the blonde.

"holy shit! smitty!" aram exclaimed and basically tackled the boy into a hug. his excitement caught everyone else's attention and a whole new eruption of commotion broke out.

"yoo! what are you doing here?!" ryan and gabe came in to see what was going on, eyes wide when they saw their old friend standing before them.

samy stepped back, letting the boys have their moment together. her heart warmed seeing them all look so happy and jump around like little kids on christmas morning.

soon they were chanting "smitty, smitty, smitty" and the girls laughed at their behavior. hannah nudged her friend's arm, "now how'd you pull this off?"

"we pulled a few strings to get him out here for a day before his game on wednesday," the brunette explained with a little smile, still watching the boys take turns hugging will.

she sometimes forgot how much they all missed him too even if they didn't explicitly say it all the time. it really showed watching them all embrace will and express how excited they were to see him and spend time with him even if it was just for tonight and tomorrow before he had to get back on a plane for his next game.

after another thirty minutes, everyone settled down again. samy was finishing up a few last minute things in the kitchen while everyone else helped set up the table and find extra chairs from around the house so everyone had a seat. will stuck his head in for a moment.

"hey," he caught her attention.

"hey, what's up?" the girl wondered.

"need any help?"

"maybe just arranging all the food so everyone can just come in and grab what they want for their plates," samy explained how she wanted the food on the counters, so will quickly jumped in to do it for her.

"thank you for this. it's really great getting to see everyone," the blonde smiled softly.

"of course. i'm glad you were able to make it out," she reached up to peck his lips. will leaned in more, wanting a better kiss when she pulled back. samy giggled and obliged his wishes by leaning across the counter to kiss him better.

"hey lovebirds, the crew is getting hungry," hannah poked her head into the kitchen which broke the couple apart in a small blush.

"tell them to come in with their plates. it's all ready," the soccer player giggled.

her and will let everyone go first down the line, the boys filling their plates high. it was a good thing she made a lot of food knowing how much hockey players ate. she came back into the dining room last taking a seat right by will near the end. ryan tapped his fork against the glass before everyone started eating to get their attention.

"i just wanna say how thankful i am for all of you and getting to spend this holiday all together for the first time in two years. a big thanks to samy and her brothers for letting us stay for a few days and another really big thanks to samy for getting will here with us," the taller brunette looked at the girl who flushed under all the attention. she felt will squeeze her leg and kiss her cheek.

"also a big thank you for making most of this food. it looks amazing," gabe added and everyone agreed.

"i'm just glad we were able to make this happen," samy grinned.

"alright, let's eat!" ryan exclaimed. everyone clapped and then started digging in, the conversations flowing across the room.

the boston boys took turns sharing stories from the semester so far and filling will in on everything he's missed. hannah and samy took turns talking about what's been going on at michigan and the successful season the women's soccer team has had. julianne chirped in with things from providence and zeev and his girlfriend filled everyone in about denver and arizona. it was nostalgic hearing about the different lives everyone had been living since being together in michigan.

it didn't even feel like two years ago that the boys were playing in the usntdp and samy was graduating high school, but it was and that thought was a little scary with how much time has passed.

halfway through dinner, julianne brought out the wine. it was popped open and the bottle was a quarter of the way empty by the time everyone got a glass.

"emma and olivia might be a little new to this, but samy and will would not admit their feelings until literally we left for college," aram said with a low chuckle. the girl's face flushed while will rolled his eyes a bit. his arm was draped across the back of samy's chair, his fingers rubbing little shapes into her shoulder.

"i can imagine," emma giggled.

"they were insufferable at dev program. so, so oblivious," drew shook his head.

"well, i wanna know how gabe and emma got together," hannah chirped up. the other couple exchanged a glance, smiling at one another and everyone shared knowing smiles.

"we took french together and i sucked at econ, so she helped tutor me," the darker-haired boy explained with a bit of a blush.

"he would not tell us he was seeing her, so we had to literally find out ourselves," ryan rolled his eyes a bit.

"you guys were just being nosy," gabe grumbled making the boys chuckle.

"or you were just being secretive. either or," jacob shrugged.

"whatever. let's talk about something else," gabe shifted the conversation away from him and emma who just giggled at the teasing.

they all talked for a bit longer before helping with the dishes and getting the food put away. a lot more thanks were thrown around to everyone and then it was just samy and will left in the kitchen together after she shooed the others out promising they did enough and didn't need to keep helping with clean up.

the couple worked in comfortable silence with will rinsing the dishes and samy putting them into the dishwasher. "thanks again for this. tell jack and quinn thanks too," the blonde hummed.

"i will. they gave me very strict instructions about not destroying the house," she giggled.

"just watch minnetian and leonard. when they get beer in their systems they go kind of crazy," will laughed too and both of their eyes flicked to the living room where the group retreated to.

"i hope we can make this happen again during winter break too. hopefully this won't be the last time i'll see everyone until summer," the blonde's lips turned into a small frown.

"i'm sure we can make something happen, don't worry. maybe we'll even plan a trip out to san jose to see you play at a game. at least leno, gp, and i will," samy assured. her boyfriend's lips flipped back into a smile at her words.

"i love you," he paused their movements for another kiss which she reciprocated. they connected their lips, tasting the remnants of the wine on one another's lips.

"will get in here! teddy's about to take your nhl high score!" ryan yelled from the living room, breaking the two apart. the blonde sighed a little, the interruptions reminding him of summer and never getting a second alone.

"be right there!" he called back.

he helped samy finish the dishes before pulling her into the living room with him. will took the empty chair and then patted his legs as samy's indication to sit in his lap. she flushed a bit before cuddling into the blonde's side and fitting into the chair with him.

teddy and drew were playing quinn and jack's nhl video game where will had the highest score—something he worked hard to build up over the years. the others giggled, a bit wine drunk watching the two boys battle it out on the screen together.

"i win! i win!" teddy jumped up and reached for the high fives.

"damn. who's next then?" drew wondered and will immediately raised his hand.

"i wanna keep my record," the boy handed him the controller where will reached his arm around samy's back to hold it with both hands. she giggled, finding a comfortable spot on the boy's chest to watch the tv.

gabe took the other controller and a few of the guys oohed seeing the two best friends matchup against one another. they spent the rest of the night switching between mario cart and the other sports games samy's brothers had. it wasn't until at least 3:30 in the morning when everyone went to sleep. they all wanted to spend as much time as they could together, especially with will since he was leaving the next day.

"hey samy?" gabe and ryan stuck their heads into the kitchen one last time before going to bed where the girl started the dishwasher.

"yeah?" she wondered.

"thank you for doing this and thank you for getting will here. best friendsgiving yet," ryan grinned making the girl flush.

"of course, guys. it was really good seeing everyone together," she brought them in for a quick hug. "now get some sleep. it's late," she pushed them back to the spare room, careful not to step on the others asleep throughout the house.

when she finally got up to her room, will was already fast asleep in her bed. she smiled at his sleeping figure, shutting the lights off and climbing in beside him.

even though he was asleep, he felt her presence and turned so he could wrap his arms around her frame in a strong hold. the youngest hughes cuddled herself into will's side, kissing his cheek and falling into a deep sleep.

[nicromancytarot]

PALESTINIAN GO FUND ME’S TO DONATE TO AND SHARE

What they have VS what they need

Mahmoud and his family - €25,928 / €37,000

Abdul and his family - €5,926 / €40,000

4 year old Naya and her family - $73,552 / $95,000

Samah’s family - $13,625 / $78,000

Hasan and his family - $6,033 / $30,000

Haneen’s family - €17,790 / €30,000

Young Omar and his family - €10,001 / €35,000

Mosab’s treatment - €12,003 / €146,000

Student Khaled and his family - €6,747 / €80,000

Ahmed and his family - $4,212 / $20,000

Bisan and her family - €74,469 / €150,000

Mariam and her family - $25,320 / $50,000

Help baby Omar - $31,772 / $55,000

Dr Saber and his family - £51,960 / £105,000

Ashraf and his family - $1,227 / $35,000

Mohammed and Shelly the tortoise - €30,764 / €60,000

Misk and Ahmed - €3.028 / €20.000

Roba Ayyad’s family - €27,804 / €35,000

Hadeel Samaan’s family - kr28,290 / kr350,000

Gaza pharmacist Ahmed - $798 / $30,000

Aya’s family - €4,190 / €55,000

Hamdi Ali Ayyad - €3,048 / €25,000

Sami and his daughters - €1,135 / €35,000

Abood Alqedra - €4,373 / €25,000

NEWLY ADDED

Rand’s family - £5,057 / £32,600

Islam’s family - €85 / €60,000

Howayda’s family - €2,160 / €25,000

Heba’s family - €3,634 / €40,000

If you or your family need help with funding in Gaza or to leave Gaza, please send me an ask through my box with your Go Fund Me link and I will add you to the list.

I will update the donation amount monthly.

[msklassickilla]

Prada You 2 Chapter 4: Schism

Summary:

Three years have passed, but in city, the past never truly stays buried. The Prada Bois have grown stronger, their grip on the city unshaken. Old faces remain, new tensions rise, and the streets are more dangerous than ever.

Toya’s wedding should be a day of celebration, but for those who knew her, it’s something more—a gathering thick with whispers, with the weight of what was lost. Some wounds have scarred over, while others remain raw, unspoken.

Yet, the night brings a shift. A presence. A force that neither time nor distance could erase. The whispers start first, a low hum of disbelief that spreads like wildfire. Some things refuse to be forgotten. Some stories aren’t finished.

Because in this city, love, loyalty, and revenge all walk the same tightrope. And once the past steps forward, there’s no turning back.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye), Jacob Fatu x Kiyah, Sami Zayn x Natasha, Jimmy Uso x Nataya

Author’s Note: This story is set in a AU that takes place over summer in 2002. It has four original characters. If you come across this and haven’t read the first story, click here.  Again, I appreciate y’all for all the love and support. I hope I’m able to create something that’s worthy as Prada You.

Warnings: Some minor harsh language and age gap relationships. And some heavy conversations

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 4: Schism

May 29th 2002

I spent most of Wednesday over at Granny’s. It felt long overdue. Granny and Bernice still lived in the projects, though they’d moved into one of the bigger renovated units. The fresh paint on the walls and new fixtures couldn’t mask what it was, but something about being there felt good.

Even the lingering smell of cigarette smoke felt comforting in a strange way. Granny swore up and down she was cutting back, but she’d been saying that for years. Said she’d quit—one day.

I laid stretched out on the couch, my head resting in her lap as the soap operas played on the old TV. I didn’t know what was going on in this particular storyline—who was sleeping with who, or who was dying this week—but listening to Granny and Bernice give their running commentary made it worth watching.

They cracked jokes, cursed at the screen, and dissected every ridiculous plot twist like it was real life. I’d been laughing so hard my cheeks hurt.

During a commercial break, Granny smacked me lightly on the thigh, making me jump. “Girl, I missed you,” she said, her voice soft but full of that same bite she always had.

I smiled up at her. “I missed y’all too.” And I meant it. I missed everything about this—lazy afternoons, burnt-out soap operas, and the way Granny and Bernice made even the smallest moments feel important.

Once the stories went off, Granny stood with a grunt and shuffled toward the kitchen. I knew what time it was then. That was the real reason I’d been hanging around all day. Granny said she was frying white fish and making red beans and rice with some honey cornbread, and I wasn’t about to miss that. I’d sit there all night if I had to.

I followed her into the kitchen, drawn in like a kid, and took a seat at the table with Bernice. She already had her cup of tea, legs crossed, one arm draped over the chair like she ran the place.

“So, how was it up there with Darlene?” Bernice asked, fixing her eyes on me.

“It was… different,” I admitted. “People talk different. Act different. Barely drive anywhere. And the food?” I shook my head. “It wasn’t quite what I expected. Not bad but not like home.”

Bernice cackled, that signature raspy laugh of hers filling the room. “I went up there once with Gale. Never again. Cold as hell… snow started out of nowhere. I ain’t built for no shit like that.”

I laughed along with her, but there was comfort in it—talking, joking like no time had passed. For a while, it felt easy.

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Granny, battering the fish, glanced over at me. Something shifted in her face, subtle but enough to make my stomach clench. I knew that look.

“You know… that boy you used to run around with? He came by after you left. Came here lookin’ for you.”

My mouth went dry. I didn’t have to ask who she meant. There was only one boy in her mind worth mentioning.

“I didn’t know he knew where y’all stayed…” My voice trailed off, but of course, it didn’t matter. It was Jey. If he wanted to find you, he did.

Granny shrugged like it wasn’t worth worrying about. “He came ‘round. I told his ass off good. Told him you was gone, and you wasn’t comin’ back no time soon.”

Bernice snorted. “Boy looked like a dog with his tail tucked. Could barely look me in the eye.”

Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out. “Did he… say anything?”

Bernice nodded slowly, like she’d been waiting for me to ask. “He apologized. But it was too late. He was supposed to protect you. Keep you safe for all the bullshit. And he didn’t.”

I sat there, staring at the old table, tracing the worn grooves in the wood. I didn’t need to ask if they told him where I was. I knew they didn’t. Knew they couldn’t.

I stayed in that hospital for four weeks. Four long weeks where every beep, every white wall made me hate this city more. And when I got discharged? I lasted two days at home. Two days before I made the decision that saved my life.

I chose to leave. Mama put me on that plane, and I didn’t look back. Aunt Darlene took me in, gave me space, and for the first time in a long time I could breathe. I had no regrets about leaving. Not a one.

But sitting there, listening to Granny and Bernice, that ache crept in anyway—settling low in my chest, stubborn as ever. It stayed there all through dinner, no matter how good the food was. Even after I hugged them both, slid behind the wheel of my car, and drove home… it lingered.

And that scared me. Because something told me it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

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June 1st 2002

Saturday came quick, and with it… June. I hadn’t realized how fast time was moving until I looked at the calendar that morning. Marcy and Jacob’s son was born June 1st. A little June bug he was.

I spent my morning at the nail salon. Hot pink—bright and bold—coated both my nails and toes. The color felt like summer. My acrylics were just long enough to make typing nearly impossible, but that wasn’t my concern today. I wanted to feel pretty, and that’s exactly how I left out of there—nails done, toes shining, and feeling like myself again.

Back home, I lounged around the house, flipping through channels but not really watching anything. The party wasn’t starting ‘til three, and despite everything in me screaming to mind my business… curiosity won. I was going. Not just for Kiyah, not even for the petty need to see Marcy up close. If I was being real. Cake and ice cream sounded good as hell.

I was stretched out on the couch, robe on, bonnet sliding off the back of my head, when the front door opened. Michael walked in like he paid bills, glancing at me before that smirk I hated slid across his face.

He shook his head. “You need a job, bro. Laying there in that big ass robe and bonnet lookin’ forty-five with three kids and four baby daddies.”

I grabbed the remote and launched it at him without a second thought. He ducked it, laughing like the annoying little brother he’d always been.

“God, I dislike you,” I muttered, turning my attention back to the TV as he flopped into the chair across from me.

We sat like that for a while, comfortable in the silence only siblings could share. Every now and then, I’d peek over at him—how tall he was now, how different—but he was still Michael. Still my little brother.

And then, out of nowhere, Michael cleared his throat. “I ain’t gon’ front… I missed yo’ ass. Happy to have you back home.”

I turned my head, eyes settling on him. He rolled his eyes like he regretted saying it already, but I knew he meant it. Deep down.

Michael was distraught when I got shot. He was just a kid, but none of that mattered to him. He stayed by my side every single night in that hospital, refusing to go home. I remember waking up to find him curled up next to me, head resting right on my heart like he needed to hear it beating. I would never forget that. He loved me as much as I loved him—and back then, I made sure to tell him that.

I turned my head, eyes settling on him. He rolled his eyes like he regretted saying it already, but I knew he meant it. Deep down.

“I missed you too, bro. Jokes still corny, but you a dweeb, so that’s expected,” I teased, smiling softer than I meant to.

Michael grabbed a pillow and popped me upside the head. Just like that, we were back in motion. I tackled him, wrestling him down until I was on top. We were mid-fight—me trying to choke the life out of him—when Mama walked through the door.

She froze. “What in the world is happening here?”

I didn’t miss a beat. “Michael started it… I’m just finishing it.”

Michael shoved me off, gasping dramatically as hell. “Man, she attacked me, unprovoked!”

Mama tried to keep a straight face, but she couldn’t hold the laugh in. Watching us go back and forth, I could see it clear—she was just happy. Happy to have us both under her roof again, breathing, arguing, being us.

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Around two, I finally peeled myself off the couch and went to get ready. I didn’t want to be early, but I also didn’t want to slide in too late. After showering and moisturizing, I kept my makeup simple—light eyeshadow, a little liner, and some lashes to set it off.

My outfit was calm—this was a kid’s party after all. A soft pink strapless maxi dress that hugged me just enough, paired with cute sandals that matched perfectly. My hair was laid just how I wanted it, and after one last look in the mirror, I grabbed my purse and keys.

Before heading out, I stopped by Mama, who was sitting in her chair, eyes tracking me like she was memorizing every move.

I leaned down, kissing her forehead gently. “I love you.”

She smiled, but it was tight. I saw it in her eyes—she was worried. Every time I stepped out that door, she wondered if I was coming back. And that… that cut me deep.

“I’ll be back, Ma,” I told her softly, though I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince more—her or me.

Then I walked out, trying not to carry that weight with me—but it followed anyway.

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I pulled up to Chuck E. Cheese at about 3:45. The place was packed—cars everywhere, kids running in with excitement in their eyes. I sat there a second, fixing my face in the rearview, reapplying my clear gloss until my lips shined just right. Sliding my shades off, I took a deep breath before stepping out.

Soon as I hit the curb, I heard my name. “Nye!”

I turned, spotting Kiyah parked across the street, window down, blunt in hand like she ain’t have a care in the world. I shook my head and walked over, the smell of weed hitting me before I even made it to the car.

“Not you already smoking and the party just started forty-five minutes ago,” I teased, leaning on the door.

Kiyah took another long pull, eyes low. “Girl… Marcy already pissing me off.”

That didn’t take long. “What happened?” I asked, folding my arms, already knowing it was something that could’ve been avoided.

Kiyah sucked her teeth. “Called damn near fifteen times between last night and this morning… askin’ Jacob dumb shit. ‘What you wearin’? What time you gettin’ there?’ Whole lotta nothin’. She do that shit to start mess. Every time.”

I sighed, shaking my head. “That sound like a nightmare, Kiyah.”

“It is,” she muttered, flicking ashes out the window.

I reached over, tapped her arm. “Come on. I’m here now. I’ll help you keep the peace… best I can.”

Kiyah smirked, crushed the blunt out, and we walked in together, side by side. At the door, I got stamped, the ink barely visible on my wrist, and followed her through what felt like a maze of screaming kids, stressed parents, and the smell of pizza grease.

We weaved through it all until we landed at the party area—a section with two long tables full of kids… mostly Jacob’s. I don’t know why, but that tickled me. There they were like a whole soccer team—all his.

Around the kids, I spotted familiar faces—some I hadn’t seen in years. Prada Bois sprinkled here and there, women at their sides. Before I could settle, Bronson’s wife caught sight of me. She rushed over like she’d been waiting, pulling me into a hug that felt genuine.

“Girl! You look good,” she beamed.

I hugged her back just as tight. “You too.”

Bronson came next, smiling wide. “Damn, it’s good to see you, Nye.” He hugged me hard, patting my back like a big brother. I’d always liked Bronson. He was cool, laid back, and stayed out the bullshit.

Then came Jacob. He pulled me into a hug. When he let me go, I caught sight of her—Marcy.

There she stood—bout five-six, slim, sandy brown skin that glowed under the bad Chuck E. Cheese lighting. Her hair was short, curled into a neat pixie. She was cute. Very cute. But her face? That face told the whole story. Mugged up. Watchful. Tracking Jacob’s every move like she was waiting for him to do something she disliked.

I clocked it quickly how her eyes stayed on Kiyah every chance she got. Watching, calculating. Marcy wasn’t here for the kids, that was clear.

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I found an empty booth and slid in, needing a minute to just observe. Not long after, Jimmy and Nataya showed up. Nataya looked off. She seemed somber, like being here took effort but when her eyes landed on me, she lit up just a little.

They made their rounds, speaking to everybody before sliding into the booth with me. Jimmy was in good spirits, cracking jokes, making it feel lighter. For a second, it felt normal.

Fifteen minutes later, Natasha and Sami showed. Soon as they walked in, I did a quick count in my head—Bronson, Jimmy, Sami. That was it. No extra Prada Bois. Just the three Kiyah said would be here.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Finally, I relaxed letting myself have a little fun. Bought some tokens, played a few games, laughed more than I expected. Even ended up at that basketball machine—talkin’ big shit.

And what do you know? I beat both Jimmy and Sami, easy. Jimmy stayed salty about it, swearing I cheated.

For the first time since I’d been back, I felt alright. Almost like old times. Almost.

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I slipped away before the cake came out, needing a second to breathe. The bathroom wasn’t much—smelled like bleach and cheap soap—but it gave me space. I stared at myself in the mirror, touching up my lip gloss, trying to shake off the emotions creeping in.

The door creaked open, and Natasha popped her head in. The look on her face told me everything before she said a word.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, heart already sinking.

Tasha hesitated, chewing on her lip like she was trying to find the right words. “Jey just came in,” she finally said.

I stared at her for a second, then let out a bitter little laugh. “Of course he did. Because why wouldn’t life be one big joke?”

“Nye…” Natasha stepped in fully now, voice soft. “You wanna go? I get it if you do. Hell, everybody will understand.”

I stood there, thinking about it. For a split second, the old me—scared, fragile wanted to run. But no. Not this time. I’d made myself a promise. No more running.

“Nah. I’m staying,” I told her. My voice didn’t even shake. “It’s almost over anyway. I’ll stay long enough to sing Happy Birthday and get me a piece of cake… then I’m out.”

Tasha nodded, but there was something else in her eyes, something she wasn’t saying. I caught it quick.

“Come on,” I sighed, grabbing her hand.

Whatever she wasn’t saying, I’ll find out soon enough what it was.

We stepped back into the chaos with kids screaming, music blasting, people packed shoulder to shoulder. It felt like even more people had shown up. Natasha grabbed my hand tight as we weaved through the crowd, both of us holding on like letting go meant losing each other.

Nataya found us first, eyes wide as she spotted me. Tasha caught it too and cut her off before she could speak. “She knows. I told her Jey’s here.”

Nataya blinked, lips parting. “Did you tell her about—”

I never heard the rest. My eyes landed on him. Jey. And just like that, the whole room faded out.

But what really did it, what made my heart start beating fast, was the woman. His arm was wrapped around her like it belonged there. Pretty thing. Skin smooth, hair laid. Everything about her screamed intentional.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The twins followed my line of sight and saw exactly what I saw.

“You don’t have to stay, Nye,” Nataya whispered, voice laced with something that felt too much like pity.

I turned slow, gave her a look that shut all that down. “I’m fine,” I said. “I’m getting that damn cake.”

Head high, shoulders squared, I made my way back to my seat, ignoring the noise in my head—the questions, the what-ifs, all of it. Jimmy and Sami glanced at me, then looked away just as quick. They didn’t say a word, didn’t have to. I got the message loud and clear.

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Minutes later, the cake rolled out, and with it, that goofy mouse. Everyone gathered, voices lifting as we sang Happy Birthday. I stood on my tiptoes just to see over the crowd, smiling despite everything.

Jacob’s little boy Maleek was cute. A spitting image of both his mama and daddy. Kiyah stood right behind Jacob, grinning at the boy like he was hers. I caught that. How she smiled when Maleek closed his eyes tight to make his wish.

Once the candle was blown out, they cut the cake. It looked good too. I did a little shimmy in place, wondering if it was Walmart or Sam’s Club ‘cause it definitely looked like it was from one them places.

Kiyah brought me a big piece, along with a little container of vanilla Blue Bell. “Here, greedy,” she teased.

The place was packed now, giving standing room only. I couldn’t find a seat, so I plopped right in Nataya’s lap. That cake and ice cream? Yeah, it was getting ate especially after waiting so long.

When I finished, I cleaned up my trash and made my way around, saying my goodbyes. I didn’t see Jey or his guest. And honestly? That was fine by me. Not my business. It was time for me to bounce anyway.

Just as I was telling Bronson’s wife bye, loud voices cut through the air—sharper than everything else.

“I got yo’ bitch, Marcy. Stop playin’ with me before I beat yo’ ass, hoe.”

I spun around fast, heart racing. There was Kiyah right in Marcy’s face. Hell, I didn’t know what set it off that quick, but I was moving. Fast. Because whatever fuse got lit? It was about to explode.

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I got over there just in time. Marcy was mid-swing, bout to hit Kiyah while Kiyah’s back was turned toward Jacob. I moved on instinct—caught Marcy’s arm mid-air. The way she spun around, confused, had me ready.

“Who the fuck is you?” she snapped, trying to snatch back but I wasn’t lettin’ up.

I stared dead at her, calm but cold. My grip tightened just enough to let her know I wasn’t one of them. Her eyes widened like she ain’t expect that.

“I’m the one stoppin’ you before we jump yo' ass,” I said low, leaning in a little. “Never hit nobody when they not looking.”

Then I threw her arm back at her. Marcy stumbled a step, looking real small now. She ain’t say not a word. Kiyah laughed loud enough for the whole party to hear.

That did it. Embarrassed the hell out of Marcy. She clamped her mouth shut and stayed put. Jacob gave me a look, a quiet thank you in his eyes. I nodded back, saying without words that I had it.

I grabbed Kiyah, pulling her out the middle of the drama. We found a little corner on the far side, away from everybody.

“Heifa, what’s the issue?” I asked, brows raised. “I turn my back for three seconds and you ready to scrap in front of the babies?”

Kiyah sighed, rolled her eyes like I was stressin’ her out. “Man… Marcy started that shit. Jacob wanted me in the picture. You know, him, his son, Marcy, and that damn Chuck E. Cheese. But Marcy caught an attitude talking about the picture for family only.” Kiyah shook her head. “Like I ain’t been here, holdin’ him down.”

I smirked a little, ‘cause yeah I understood. But still. “Look, I get it. But this? Not in front of these babies, bro. You can save that ass whoopin’ for another day.”

Kiyah chuckled then, reaching out to pull me into a hug, arms tight around my neck. “I’m glad you back, hoe. I see you on your Mister Rogers shit. I respect it,” she whispered, and we both busted out laughin’.

“Just lookin’ out for the kids,” I grinned, shaking my head.

As we walked back toward the crowd, I caught Marcy watching, eyes sharp, face twisted. I smirked right at her. Yeah, she knew now. She wasn’t gon’ bully nobody while I was around.

I made my rounds, said my goodbyes, and kept it moving. By the time I hit the parking lot, my head was clearer. I wasn’t thinking ‘bout Jey. I wasn’t thinking about Marcy. None of it mattered.

As long as they kept they distance, we would be good.

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…later that night, over on the east side in a high-rise apartment

Jey sat slouched on the couch, elbows resting heavy on his knees, palms pressed against his temples like he could rub the headache clean out of his skull. But it wasn’t hurting his head, it was everything else.

He didn’t know how to process the way he felt when his eyes met hers. He hadn’t expected to see her… not today. Hell, not ever if he could help it. Jimmy could’ve given him a heads-up. Could’ve called him to warn him. Tell him she was there.

“Babe… you good?”

Her voice pulled him back soft and cautious. Jey glanced up, spotting Tutor leaning against the wall, arms crossed lightly over her chest. Big brown eyes staring at him, concern written all over her face.

Guilt crept in slow. Guilt for every thought that had crossed his mind since locking eyes with her.

Jey sat back, shaking it off. “Yeah… I just need a minute.”

Tutor didn’t press, and that was one thing he appreciated about her. Non-confrontational to a fault. She just nodded, pushing off the wall and disappearing into the other room, giving him the space he asked for.

He let his head fall back against the couch, eyes drifting toward the ceiling, but his mind? Stuck. Caught on one thing. One person. The same person he’d spent the last two of three years trying his hardest to forget.

And yet, one look, just one look, and it was like everything he buried clawed its way back up. Had his chest tight, head gone, heart on the line before he even realized it.

It messed him up so bad, he left the party early. Couldn’t stand to be in that space, not with her there. Not with her acting like she ain’t even see him. Like he ain’t exist.

“Babe?” Tutor’s voice drifted from down the hall, soft and sweet. “I ran your bath. Water’s hot. I added that lavender and chamomile oil you like so you can relax.”

Jey closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight. Tutor was solid. A good woman. Didn’t give him no trouble, stayed in her lane, made sure he was straight.

What the hell was he even doin’?

He had everything he needed right here. Tutor was now who he poured into. The woman he came home to. That’s where his focus needed to stay. Not on someone who left him like he wasn’t worth nothing. Someone who ignored him for years. Someone who didn’t know how to ride for him, to let him be the man.

And damn sure not someone who wasn’t for Prada. Prada was for life. That was the code. There was no leaving.

He was good on Nyeya. Had to be. Tutor was his now. His present. His future.

Settling that thought deep in his chest, Jey pushed up off the couch and headed toward the bathroom. He was gon' soak, breathe, and let all that other shit go.

But even as he sank into the hot water, steam rising around him… she was there.

Nyeya Noir Green

In his mind, in his chest, like she never left. Like she owned space he couldn’t evict her from. And maybe… maybe she did.

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