#yahya abdul-mateen ii imagine

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in the Morning

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sounds// Peabo Bryson - Feel The Fire, Isley Brothers - Spend the Night (Ce Soir), The O'Jays - Forever Mine

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IV.

“Oh, shit. What’s up?” He smiled back and it was even more killer in person. Especially with the surprise of gleaming gold fangs and the matching slugs I could see peeking from behind his bottom lip. I had to remind myself to breathe. “You came.”

“I told you I was on the way.”

“Nah, I thought you was fucking with me.” Laughter took over the conversation as he opened the door a bit wider, stepping aside. “Come on in.”

Hell, I could barely believe I’d shown up myself. I had never really been shy, but he’d brought a boldness out of me that even I hadn’t seen.

When I passed him, I noticed that he was still significantly taller than me in four inch heels. Damn. Not like I wasn't overdue for a climbing lesson anyway. The scent of his cologne was also quite alluring. The woody, smoky fragrance pervaded my senses, warming all the spots that shot had missed. Of course he would smell just as good as he looked. He may not have believed I would be there tonight, but he had damn sure been prepared. 

“I can take your jacket.” 

“Oh, sure.” I went to slip it from my shoulders, but he circled behind me and took the collar into his hands. 

“Here, I got you.” 

Taken aback by his unexpected chivalry, I was stuck watching him walk back to the closet to carefully put it away. 

“This is dope. The gold on here go crazy.”

“Right? I thought the same thing. Had to have it.”

“Good choice.” He grinned as he strolled back over to me. “I like your whole get-up, though. You look good, girl.” The intensity he radiated in person was unreal. His blinding smile. Those piercing brown eyes. The once-over he gave me felt like he was sexing me up already. 

Of course, I was a flustered mess. “Thank you.”

“What’s in the bag?”

I held up my bottle for him to see. “Wine. Actually, could I put it in your fridge?”

“Yeah.” He reached for it, so I gave it to him. Then he nodded to the left. “This way.” 

We left the foyer and I followed him past a gorgeous living area, subtly admiring my surroundings. The height of the ceilings had caught my attention right away. All of it was stunning. Far from the bare walls, futon, and flat screens I had half expected. Off white walls and dark wood floors made up the most of it, but the decor was so sophisticated and refined. I’d already clocked a painting and coffee table that I wanted for myself. I could tell it had been carefully curated. I should've known he would give nothing less. We walked through an arched doorway into a kitchen that made me feel like cooking for some strange reason. Just like everything else I’d seen, it looked like something from a magazine. Shades of gray, black, white and green complemented each other well among all the satiny stainless steel. There were even fresh tulips sitting in the middle of the island. I was giving one of them a smell when he came over, leaning up against the marble counter with me. 

“I put it in the freezer for you.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Having to look up was already doing something different for me, but the way he was smiling down at me made it so much worse. Prolonged eye contact was his thing, I’d already gathered. It felt like he was staring into my soul. Whew! “I’m glad you came.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Not every day something this fine just lands on your doorstep.”

My head dropped into a faint laugh. “Baby, you ain't gotta butter me up. I’m already here.”

“I ain't tryna do nothing of the sort. I meant what I said.”

“Ok. So, you just be up in here by yourself?”

“Most of the time, yeah.”

I smacked my lips, less than convinced. “Yeah, aight.”

“You a trip,” he chuckled.

“Nah, you the one.”

“How?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” I said, grinning as I waved him off. 

“I got no reason to lie, mama. Like you said, you already here.” He wet his bottom lip before moving his eyes down my body once more. I shuddered. “I really don’t be having company like that, though. I know it might not seem like it, but I’m usually a pretty private person. I don’t like too many people in my business.”

“So, why you breaking all your rules for me then?”

“I don’t know…” He leaned a little closer. “Just something about you.” 

I rolled my eyes through the inevitable smile that followed his and that sly admission. “You know what, I know I just gave it to you to put away, but could I pour myself a glass?”

“Oh, yeah. Fasho.” He walked back over to the freezer and pulled out my bottle. Then he went to a cabinet for a wine glass before taking an electric corkscrew from a drawer. Once the bottle was open, he stepped back, presenting it all to me with an outstretched hand. 

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I poured myself a big glass, just low enough to prevent any spills while I walked.

“You only brought one glass. You don't want any?” 

“Nah. I’m more of a Hennessy man, myself.”

“Aah, ok.”

“I can put it back for you, though.”

“I think I’ma just keep it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, this is good enough.”

“Aight.” He reclaimed his position at the island. “So, um, I feel like you breaking some of your rules for me, too.” 

“…Maybe,” I said, after finishing a big sip. 

“How you get so brave?”

I frowned. “Why you saying that like you about to chop me up and plaster me into your walls?”

“Damn, girl.” I cracked at the sudden shock that appeared on his face and we laughed so hard. “I’m just saying. You know women ain’t safe out here. Especially Black women.”

“Yeah, my girl wanted me to stay home real bad. But I don't know. Sometimes you just gotta take a chance. Plus, you didn't give me serial killer vibes. Didn’t see a windowless van on the premises either, sooo…”

His smile was beaming as we shared another laugh. “You funny.”

I shrugged a shoulder, preparing for my next sip. “So I’ve been told.”

He waited for me to finish before he motioned his head toward where we had just come from. “Come on.” Then he turned to walk off, and, once again, I followed. 

“And, anyway, for all you know, I could be crazy.”

Without hesitation, he replied, “Oh, I can take you.”

I gasped in false disbelief. “Excuse you. I could have weapons of mass destruction.”

“What? Like a chainsaw?” 

He glanced back at me as we neared the stairs and I busted out laughing. “Now that wasn't even me. My girl put that one in my head.”

“What she think, I’m Leatherface?”

“Shit, you never know nowadays.”

“You ‘bout right. But you can let her know you in good hands.”

“I figured as much.”

He smiled, stopping at the stairs. “After you,” he said, holding his arm out for me to step ahead of him.  

After giving him my bottle, I grabbed the glass railing with my freed hand. I made my way up the curved staircase, swaying my little bit of booty in case he was watching, and losing count of how many steps I was taking. 

“You better catch me if I fall.”

“I got you.” I laughed to myself as we finally reached the top. I waited for him to take the lead again and he came around me, settling his hand on my waist. “This way, mama.”

A floral, citrusy scent met me as soon as I stepped into his bedroom. Probably from the candles lit in various spots all around it. They also provided the light, along with two lamps on the wall framing the head of his bed. “It smells so good in here.”

“I tried to hook it up for you a lil bit.”

“I like it.” The click of my heels on his gray hardwood floors was briefly muted as I strutted onto an oversized circular rug en route to his bed. The couch was nice and spacious, but the bed was much more inviting. The comforter looked cloudlike and the corner of the sheet that was exposed looked fresh. It was huge, too. Likely out of necessity. I sat on the edge and stared over at the window wall across from me as I took a feel. It was just as comfortable as I’d presumed, maybe even more. “Why you way over there? You got—what you called me?—‘something this fine’ all in your bed, and you just gon’ stand there?”

He smiled. “Yeah. That’s what I said.”

“Come here then.”

“You on my side, though,” he teased, swaggering toward me in his crisp white tee and gray joggers.

I kicked my shoes off before sliding myself to the opposite side. “Better?”

“Much.” He came over and sat against the fluted headboard as I sat just a couple feet away from him. At that point, I took my phone from my purse and killed the power. I was not about to let anybody spoil my night. “What kind of music you like?”

“I’m an R&B junkie.”

“Ok.” He picked up his phone, plugged up on the table beside him. “Let me guess. 90’s and early 2000’s, right?”

“Duh! I love my oldies, too, though.”

“Word?”

“Yes. I spent the first fourteen years of my life almost exclusively with my grandparents. They blessed me.”

“Ok. What you know about this then?” After a couple taps, ‘Spend The Night’ by The Isley Brothers began to play. 

“Boy, what? This my shit.” 

“…You grooving your ass off, this really your shit.”

I howled, because I hadn’t even realized. Maybe it was the near-emptiness of my glass that had my shoulders and waist moving without my knowledge. 

“Anyway. So, what’s your favorite genre?”

“My music taste kinda eclectic. I like a lil bit of everything.”

“Like what?”

“Funk. Bounce. Jazz.”

“Okayyy.”

“R&B,” he continued, making sure to look me in the eye for that one. “House.”

“Ooh, I love House.”

“Yeah. But that’s just a few.”

I nodded. “Ok, next question.”

“What’s up?”

“Why you sit my bottle so far awaaaay?” I whined, staring longingly toward his dresser as I went to leave the bed. He laughed. 

“My bad. I’ll get it for you.”

“I’m just messing with you. I got it.” I walked over to fill my glass again, bobbing my head to my jam. 

“You mind if I smoke?”

“This your place, baby. You can do whatever you want.”

“Yeah, but you my guest. And, if I’m a bad host, you might not wanna come back.”

I squinted up at him, twisting my lips to try and hide my smile, but it didn't work. The charm was just too potent. “It’s cool. Spark up.”

“Aight.” 

He leaned over and reached into his top drawer for this little box. I couldn't see inside it, but he pulled out a pre-rolled joint and I just assumed that there were more. This nigga was a stoner in the truest sense. 

The level of my glass was starting to fall again and the wine had to be going straight to my feet. Instead of returning to my seat, I opted for a cute little two-step and a couple of slow spins, quietly singing along with Mr. Biggs and Angela Winbush between sips. The song sounded better than it ever had. 

“I’m glad I chose this cut.” 

I opened my eyes to see that Yahya had changed his position, lying back on his elbows at the edge of the bed and facing me. It took all I had to keep it together. My face was on fire. “Why?”

He smacked his lips at me and took a long drag from the J. I giggled as he aimed his face toward the ceiling to release the smoke, promptly sucking it back into his mouth before it could get away. “I think you know why.” He brought his eyes back down to mine, smiling while smoke rolled from his lips and nose. 

I returned his smile. Of course I knew. “What that shit taste like?”

“You never smoked before?” he asked with a wrinkled brow.

“Nope. I told you I didn't smoke, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. But you never?”

I shook my head. “Not even once.”

“You wanna try it?”

I bit the inside of my lip, not really sure if I should. The scent of weed was something I usually just tolerated, but this didn’t smell too bad. Either that or my fascination with this man had me highly delusional. Probably. “Mmmm…” Fuck it. Might as well since I was taking a walk on the wild side for the night. Plus, I’d always wanted to try it at least once. Just to see what all the fuss was about. “Yeah.” I shrugged it off and left my glass on a nearby table, but then it hit me that I had been drinking. “Wait. Should I be doing this with alcohol?”

“It ain’t gon’ do nothing to you.”

“But am I really supposed to mix the two?”

He just sat up and reached for me, signaling me over with his fingers. “C’mere.”

I sighed, quelling most of my concerns and taking his hand. He didn’t let me make a single step, pulling me right into his hard chest. He hurried his arm around my waist as my screaming morphed into shared laughs. “Oh my god, don’t do that!” I looked down into his eyes, resting my arms on his shoulders to help get my bearings. The laughter soon faded. Smiles went next. 

“Mmmm,” he groaned, biting his lip with those gold fangs on full display. 

That same breathless feeling that had hit me at my computer, smacked the shit out of me again. Just a hundred times stronger. Seeing his brand of fine this close up was devastating. Everything that looked so damn good from afar held all of its integrity and then some. The beard, the lips, the skin, the teeth. Truly immaculate.

“Youuu… are dangerous.” I capped the sentiment with a giggle, but I was not joking. 

He frowned with a telling grin in the forefront. “What? I’m harmless.” The elevation in his tone further confirmed the lies.

I pushed myself back up to my feet, flustered as fuck and almost hating how he could make me this way so effortlessly. I really had no idea I was so foldable and, though the circumstances were lovely, I didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Fuck that.” 

He laughed and held the joint up to my lips. “Go slow.”

I looked at it and then back to him, still slightly unsure, but I went ahead. The regret was instant. I choked, coughing up what little smoke I had brought in. And, to make matters worse, he had the nerve to be laughing while I was fighting for my life. 

“Naaah, not like that.”

I shook my hanging head. “That’s ok. I don't want to anymore,” I said, fanning myself and trying to catch my breath.

“Come on. I got you.”

I smacked my lips, looking into his half-lidded eyes with my own, and caved without an ounce of pause. Shameful. “...Ok. But, if I don't get it this time, I’m done. And don't laugh.”

“Aight, aight. I won’t laugh.”

“You better not,” I teased, rolling my eyes. 

He brought that shit up to my lips again, but, this time, he rested his free hand on my hip. I didn't pay it much mind. I was more focused on preparing myself for this second pull that was probably about to kill me.

“Go slow.”

I followed his instructions and took a relaxed drag. But I forgot to stop, and this nigga just let me keep going. My eyes popped when I realized what I had done. I stood there, cheeks puffed to the brim, not knowing what the hell to do. Again, Yahya was cracking up. I, on the other hand, started to freak out, groaning frantically and tapping at his arm.

“Just open your mouth, girl.” 

I opened up and the smoke billowed out and began to float away. 

“Now catch it. Inhale.” 

I did what I was told once again and watched as some of it disappeared back into my mouth.

“Ok, hold it… now breathe.”

I let go and, surprisingly, all of it came out without me bringing a lung up with it. “I did it!” I beamed, celebrating my first successful puff of Mary.

“Started off a lil rocky, but you finished strong.” I laughed with him, feeling too triumphant to check him for rejoicing in my struggles. “You wanna hit it again?” he asked, after taking another puff. 

I nodded. I felt like I had it down, but I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. If I could do it two times in a row, that meant I could really do it. Feeling myself, I even took it from his hand when he brought it over to me. 

“Oh, shit. Ok. You a pro now, huh?”

I was too tickled, but in the merriment I still noticed that he had led his newly unoccupied hand down to my other hip. He kneaded his fingers into me, getting a nice, thorough feel. Naturally, my mind began to wander, imagining all the filthy, disgusting things he could do to me with those huge hands. I looked down at him and he was already staring back. His face was the most relaxed it had been all night. He took his gaze down to where my thighs met and I would swear I heard my girl sigh. This man was so fucking sexy it was almost infuriating. I had to look away. I took another successful pull, reveling in all of this delectable sin, and he carefully slid his hands around to my ass. The pungent smell of weed had possessed the air, the taste of the flower and a little wine were sweet on my tongue, and the sensual poetry of love songs gave us all the right directions. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this bad. 

“How you feelin’?”

I opened my eyes, tilted my head and brought my hand up to mimic a chef’s kiss.

“See? Stick with me, I can show you some thangs.” I tucked what was left of the J between his lips and he hit it one last time before sitting it over in the ashtray. Then he pulled me closer. 

I smiled and bit my lip, gently placing my hands to his chest. When I started to back away, he smiled up at me and loosened his grip, but I could tell he didn't really want to let me go. 

“Where you goin’?”

I simply shook my head as I left his grasp. I just wanted to play around with him, make him chase me a little bit. The O’Jays were singing ‘Forever Mine’ and, somehow, I could feel it in my body. Whatever Yahya had for me, I was readyyy! I turned away and clutched the bottom of my shirt with both hands, pulling it up over my head and dropping it to the floor. Not a second later, I could see his reflection in the window standing from the bed. Off came his shirt in one swift motion as he walked, then I felt him slide up behind me. The chase was over. 

With his hands at my sides, I swayed to the hypnotizing melodies, savoring how good his bare skin felt next to mine. “I love this song.” I spoke quietly, fully entranced. My hands found their way to his, and the difference in size fucked me up even more. I was leading them around to where I needed them, when he latched onto the softness of my belly and started to move toward the window. I shuffled the short distance with him until I was standing directly in front of it. He eased his hold on me and grabbed my hand, placing it onto the glass a little above my head. I looked out over his backyard, wondering if any of his neighbors could see us. Part of me hoped someone could as he played around with the waist of my jeans, touching my skin in light whispers. He crept over to the button, undoing it, what felt to be, intentionally slow. My zipper came down at the same chilling pace. With parted lips, I looked toward his hand as I felt it slide into my pants. He started to rub my pussy over my panties and they soaked through on contact, trapping my next breath in my throat. 

“Say. How you like it, mama?” He easily caught the rhythm of my subtle grind. “You like slow and steady?” 

I scratched the glass with his hand still on top of mine, feeling his dick right against my ass. Flames flickered in the near-darkness, but, clearly, we were the hottest in the room. He moved my panties to the side and slipped through the flood until my clit was pounding into the tips of his fingers. A shy moan had barely made it past my lips when he sank them deep. I whimpered loudly, gripping his arm and bending my other hand into a fist, buckling under the pressure.

“Or you like that hood shit?” He brought his hand down from the window and fixed his arm across my chest, guiding me back into him while he clung to my breast. “Hm?”

I didn't answer. I wasn’t even breathing. Despite me being highly inebriated, my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

“Why you bein’ so quiet?” he finally asked, lips brushing sweetly against my ear. Then he laid a soft kiss just underneath it. “You said you came to fuck. Don’t get all shy on me now.” 

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It took 83 years but I got it together. Thank God for Beyoncé and @sh-kira. I hope y'all enjoy.

DO US PART

Galveston, Texas - 1979

“Now, folks, this here is a robbery. If you don’t mind, me and my lady here’s gonna take all the money in that there safe. Understand?” 

The teller, face white with fear save for the pink blush on her cheeks, freezes and looks at the security guard near the front door. His hand trembles slightly on the handle of his pistol while another is pressed tight against his temple. 

His assailant gets close enough to whisper in his ear, her Baton Rouge accent thick and her voice husky. “You wanna make it back home tonight, love? Don’t do that.” 

Her partner follows the teller’s gaze and back before looking at her with a smile. 

“Oh, sweetheart, he can’t save you. Nobody can. You’re here with me now. Tell him to take his hand of his weapon. Quick now.” 

She pauses, allowing a single tear to fall from her left eye as she tries to get something, anything, to breach her lips and warn her colleague. 

“5…4…3,” the man began in a slow countdown as he pulls a blade from his jacket’s front pocket. “Hurry, sweetheart. We gotta get going.” 

“H-Hank, take your -” 

A single gunshot finishes her sentence. Hank crumples to the ground as patrons scream in horror. They dare not run knowing a similar fate awaited them. 

“Shame,” the man spoke without removing his attention from the teller. “You understand what I’m askin’ now? You gon’ open that safe?”

Trembling, the teller offered a stiff nod in response. She earns a smile from the angel of death. The gold caps covering his teeth gleamed in the sunlight as a sick thank you. 

“That’s what I like to hear. C’mon here.” 

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LATER

Classic television played in the background for no other reason than to trick the senses into focusing on anything other than the strong smell emanating from the bathroom. Bleach couldn’t get rid of all the blood but it could make even the grimiest motel feel like home for the night. 

They'd have a more permanent home if they could make it past tomorrow’s sunset. Maybe somewhere in Southern California where the weather was always sunny and the ocean waves washed away your sins if you believed hard enough. 

But, just in case trouble kicked up, two pistols equipped with 18 rounds and engraved with their common law initials sat crossed over the other on a dark oak nightstand. 

On the bed, outlaw lovers lay tangled across the spoils of their latest conquest. Yahya, the brains of the operation, thumbed through a stack of bills with expert precision while Adelle touched up the cherry red nail lacquer on her long nails. 

“I think I oughtta start using the blade,” Adelle said as she examined her work. “At least until we settle down and I can get my nails done again. What you think?” 

“What? You don’t like the pistol anymore?” 

“It’s messy. I’m a lady. I can’t keep getting my hands dirty like this.” 

Yahya chuckled and looked at his lover over fanned-out bills. “We get to Los Angeles and you can have whatever you want, baby. That house with the pool in the back…”

“The carport?” Adelle asks, her eyes twinkling with excitement as she placed her nail polish on the nightstand next to both pistols. “And you know I gotta have a second level. The kids gotta sleep somewhere.” 

“You can have three levels. We got the money and then some.” 

The certainty in his voice made her squeal and clap her hands together like a child while he pulled her closer with one strong hand. 

He’d promised her years ago that he’d do whatever he could to get her out West for the life she deserved. And although the legitimate money dried up after a devastating layoff months prior, he planned to keep his promise. 

With her legs straddling his waist, her fingernails raking down his chest, and both of his hands now free to press her half-naked body closer to his bare torso. Spotty AC had long left the room sticky in the late evening Texas heat, but they didn’t mind. Sweaty skin to sweaty skin made the love-making even sweeter. 

The spoils of their conquests clung to their skin as they rolled across the bed in the throws of passion. The sunset cast their shadows against the stained white walls like priceless artwork in an ancient museum. 

“I love you and I’d kill for you,” Yahya whispered against Adelle’s shoulder before leaving a kiss where the words fell. Her back arched away from the sheets from the tingling sensation.

He pulled away for a look at her beautiful face just as golden hour light hit it through the window. Her eyes, now cloudy with lust became fixated on his while she waited for doting words or his next command. 

“How many people,” she asked, her smile turning into a mischievous smirk. 

“Not like a lot of people. Maybe like six or seven, but that’s definitely more than I would kill for myself!”

Their shared laughter filled the room for several seconds until they could settle back into the tender moment.

“I wanna be your wife. For real. Not just ‘cause we said it’s so.” 

“You will. We’ll be in Vegas in two days and I wanna make it official. A chapel, a witness, the whole nine. Just for you.” 

“You promise?” 

Lacing his fingers in hers, Yahya brought Adelle’s hand up for a kiss. “I ain’t lied to you yet, Addy. We just gotta make it to midnight. Make it to midnight with me, yeah?” 

A kiss became her response, launching them into a time warp of carnal displays of affection. They matched each other touch for touch while ignoring exhaustion and the world around them. 

In the distance, sirens blared. One, then two, then a hoard drawing closer and cutting through the sounds of cricket choruses and highway noise until they dwarfed the TV in the room. Adelle was the first to notice. 

“Stop. Listen,” she spoke, her body tensing with fear. 

Feeling her grow still, Yahya slowly took in the gravity of their situation. They locked eyes for a wordless conversation. 

One look at the nightstand sent them into a mad dash to collect items in their immediate vicinity. Stained money mingled with dirty and clean clothes alike as they stuffed bags to their brim in preparation for an escape. They hastily tugged t-shirts over their head and pants on their legs as the law drew closer and closer. 

Once bags were secured and pistols prepared, Yahya crept toward the window and took a cautious look through the curtains. His silence alerted Adelle. 

“Say something! What’s happening?” 

He steadied himself and looked back his lover. “You gotta use that gun one more time, baby. Eight lawmen and 18 bullets. Think you can do it?” 

Her gaze went cold as she fought the urge to vomit. She closed for a deep breath before slowly walking forward to meet him across the room. 

Yahya looked down at her once she reached his spot next to the door. His eyes were glazed with tears that Adelle reached up to wipe away as she smiled. 

“What were those vows again?” She asked, grief thick in her voice. Yahya nodded then dropped his head to press a kiss to her lips. 

“Til death do us part.” 

She smiled, kissed his cheek once more, then cocked the pistol in her hand. 

“Til death do us part, then.”

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Lemme get uhhh...#17 with Yahya.

17) “I’d kill for you, not like a lot of people. Maybe like six or seven, but that’s definitely more than I would kill for myself!”

I got you! I think I might have a fun angle for this.

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The faces of Mocha.

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MASTERLIST!

This my new masterlist for 2023. I'll expand who I write for as I learn more about them.

Michael B. Jordan

BB Records

BB Records Character Guide

BB Records Character Guide pt. 2

Beautiful

Yahya Abdul Manteen II

Done

Trevante Rhodes

BB Records

BB Records Character Guide

BB Records Character Guide pt. 2

Tyler Lepley

BB Records

BB Records Character Guide

BB Records Character Guide pt. 2

Aaron Pierre

Behind The Scenes

Chris Evans

[mermaidsirennikita]

I feel like in the last few years I'm seeing more and more actors talk about wanting to do rom-coms, some of them pretty big names. Which you would think would mean an uptick in rom-coms getting made, even for streaming services, and yet that isn't really happening. Is that due to the mid range movie disappearing or there just aren't any good scripts around?

Good scripts are always around in basically every genre and subgenre; a lack of good scripts is never the problem. There's a whole list--several, I imagine, but one famous one I can think of--that's a compilation of the undeveloped scripts in Hollywood that have been deemed the best. I mean, "good" is subjective but point is, there are many scripts that many people have agreed are good, which haven't been picked up.

The mid range movie not existing is one of the biggest problems. A continuing refusal to be confident in the buying power of the female audience is another, even though women obviously aren't the only people who watch romcoms (see: traditional publishers and how they treat romance novels). And the reality is? A lot of these actors who saaaaay they wanna be in romcoms sooooo baaaaad are not taking romcom paychecks over MCU paychecks.

Then there is of course the added element of racism for the actors who want to be in romcoms and aren't white. Yahya Abdul-Mateen II is one I'm thinking of.

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30 / 10 / 2024

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as Simon Williams / Wonder Man

Marvel published today the new trailer of the upcoming Disney+ series for 2025. The actor is so beautiful (I'm in love with him😍).

I know some people will says that Simon Williams is supposed to be white, and that the gorgeous actor Yahya Abdul-Mateen II played a vilain in another superheroes movie (Black Manta in AQUAMAN and its sequel), but honestly I don't mind it.

Look at how cute Yayha Abdul-Mateen II is in the trailer 🤩, with his charming smile 😁

This AI image can give you an idea of what it could have been, in the fake trailer below :

And here is a drawing imagining how Yahya Abdul-Mateen II could looks like in the series

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+8 connections have been added.

NORAH RAJAN (SUMMER BISHIL) is looking for THEIR HALF SIBLING. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of AVAN JOGIA, NAOMI SCOTT, NATHANIEL CURTIS, GERALDINE VISWANATHAN, RISH SHAH, ARCHIE RENAUX, ANY FITTING FC 26-31ISH, but you must reach out to HALFWCYTOHELL to find out more! (wc is the product of an affair their father had, though the two didn’t meet until after wc was eighteen when wc’s mother told them about them possibly having a sibling. now the two are close and wc helps out with norah’s kids when needed. we can definitely discuss their dynamic more and whatnot!)NORAH RAJAN (SUMMER BISHIL) is looking for THEIR EX/BABY DADDY. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of HENRY GOLDING, DAVID CASTANEDA, RAYMOND ABLACK, KENDRICK SAMPSON, LEWIS TAN, JORDAN CALLOWAY, KEREM BURSIN, LUKE PASQUALINO, UTP (FCOC PREFERRED) AGED 34-36, but you must reach out to HALFWCYTOHELL to find out more! (wc was your typical bad boy/f*ckboy. he and norah met in high school, he was everything she wasn’t, and she fell hard for him. she gave birth to their son, omar, at age 15 and their daughter, anya, at age 18. their relationship has always been rocky, lots of fighting and all of that, and he’s basically unreliable/in and out of their lives. they don’t always get along, but norah still holds a place in her heart for him as the father of her children.)NORAH RAJAN (SUMMER BISHIL) is looking for THEIR BEST FRIEND. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of JESSE RATH, MARTIN SENSMEIER, LUDI LIN, MANNY JACINTO, YAHYA ABDUL-MATEEN II, DEV PATEL, SINQUA WALLS, CHARLES MELTON, UTP (FCOC PREFERRED) AGED 33-37, but you must reach out to HALFWCYTOHELL to find out more! (wc and norah have been best friends since grade school. he’s always supported her and at some point moved in with her after high school (or college) to help her with the kids. he’s more of a father figure to them than their actual dad. if the chemistry is right, i’m all for a friends to lovers, it’s always been you sort of situation!)

INDIGO GARDNER (EMMA D'ARCY) is looking for THEIR TWIN. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of MIKE FAIST, KELLY MCCORMACK, ELIZABETH DEBICKI, WILL POULTER, THEO GERMAINE, ELIZABETH LAIL, UTP but you must reach out to HALFWCYTOHELL to find out more! (indy is technically the eldest/first born, but only by a few minutes (they are both 32). indy and all their siblings are named after colors (sage, ruby, amber, hazel, grey, etc so wc should be named similarly. indy and their siblings were raised in a hippie commune, as indy got older they disagreed with what was going on and found their aunt and made a plan to run away without telling anyone. shortly after, indy made a plan to get their siblings as well, whether wc wanted to leave or not can be utp. they all lived with their aunt. insty stayed in hemlock springs but what wc has been up to since can be utp, I’m happy to discuss! overall i imagine they’re very close, even if they butt heads at times.)

INDIGO GARDNER (EMMA D'ARCY) is looking for THEIR YOUNGER SIBLINGS SIBLINGS (2). they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of RYAN POTTER, CHASE SUI WONDERS, EVAN MOCK, NATACHA KARAM, EMMA CORRIN, EMMA MACKEY, JOSH HUTCHERSON, MILES HEIZER, ELLIOT FLETCHER, ANY WHITE OR HALF WHITE FC (26-31) but you must reach out to HALFWCYTOHELL to find out more! (indy and all their siblings are named after colors (sage, ruby, amber, hazel, grey, etc so wc should be named similarly. indy and their siblings were raised in a hippie commune, as indy got older they disagreed with what was going on and found their aunt and made a plan to run away without telling anyone. shortly after, indy made a plan to get their siblings as well, whether wc wanted to leave or not can be utp. they all lived with their aunt. insty stayed in hemlock springs but what wc has been up to since can be utp, I’m happy to discuss! overall i imagine they’re very close, even if they butt heads at times.)

INDIGO GARDNER (EMMA D'ARCY) is looking for THEIR AUNT. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of MADCHEN AMICK, EVE BEST, ELLEN POMPEO, NICOLE KIDMAN, JENNIFER ANISTON, UTP but you must reach out to HALFWCYTOHELL to find out more! (indy (and later their siblings) came to live with wc after escaping a commune. wc would be the sibling off one of indy’s parents and never got into the lifestyle indy’s parents did, but were aware of them living in the commune, etc. wc wouldn’t have had any contact with indy or their family until indy tracked them down and made the plan to run away. i imagine them to be maternal and loving, kind of the mother indy never had. whether they have kids of their own as well is utp, there’s lots of room to expand!)

INDIGO GARDNER (EMMA D'ARCY) is looking for THEIR BEST FRIEND/ROOMMATE. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of ANY FC 30-40 but you must reach out to HALFWCYTOHELL to find out more! (the two met shortly after indy arrived in hemlock springs and became fast friends. they always have each other’s backs and would do anything for each other. they’re definite ride or dies. at some point they decided to get a place together downtown. just looking for a cute wholesome friendship tbh, someone that’s the yin to indy’s yang, etc)

INDIGO GARDNER (EMMA D'ARCY) is looking for A FLIRTATIONSHIP. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of ANY FC 30-38 but you must reach out to HALFWCYTOHELL to find out more! (pretty self explanatory - wc works at somewhere indy frequents and they have a bit of a flirty repertoire. they’ve likely exchanged numbers but haven’t actually gone out yet. this can be either a recent or an ongoing thing. i’m definitely open to ideas!)

INDIGO GARDNER (EMMA D'ARCY) is looking for FIRST LOVE/ONE THAT GOT AWAY. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of JEANINE MASON, KATY O'BRIAN, PHILLIPA SOO, GRACE DOVE, DEVERY JACOBS, KIERSEY CLEMONS, HANDE ERCEL, CLAUDIA DOUMIT, OLIVIA COOKE, JODIE COMER, ANY FC 30-35 but you must reach out to HALFWCYTOHELL to find out more! (indy and wc were best friends in the commune they grew up in. at some points, those feelings developed more and the two were in love. when indy made plans to leave, they begged wc to leave with them, but wc said no (due to fear, someone changed their mind - reason can be utp). in the years since, indy has always had them in the back of their mind and has wondered what happened to them. how/why they ended up in hemlock springs now can be utp, but i imagine their reunion to be very emotional!)

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TARIK COMEAU ( YAHYA ABDUL-MATEEN II ) is looking for their EX-WIFE. they should be 32-38 and look like ADRIA ARJONA, WAKEEMA HOLLIS, SOBHITA DHULIPALA, NATHALIE EMMANUEL, UTP (MUST BE FCOC). you DO need to contact the player (@svpine) before applying.

TYPE OF CONNECTION: platonic & romantic. 

FC SUGGESTIONS: adria arjona, wakeema hollis, sobhita dhulipala, nathalie emmanuel, aja naomi king, jamie chung, utp (must be an fcoc)  

DESCRIPTION: they got married in their early 20s, very much whirlwind romance, Young Love, “you’re my person… my SOULMATE,” messy, passionate, tarik is very all over the place and not very attentive (probably led to the divorce, details can be plotted out!!) open to plotting out details of their relationship, but most importantly they have a 10-year-old son, cary, together and they are very good co-parents!! communicate often, are mutually supportive of their son. probably got divorced at least five years ago? i imagine tarik still has some feelings bc he is a Loverboy and a romantic at heart BUT their current status/how they’ll grow as co-parents/friends?/etc is totally up to plotting! 

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Year-end roundup of theater I saw in 2023:

I saw a lot this year (29 unique shows with a couple of repeats). Part of the reason is probably that I spent money on tickets more freely because I was working a lot more than usual.

Notes or links to separate posts below:

Mean Girls (tour; Pantages) – The strengths are in the original movie material and added character development, while the music is just enough to support the story. Fun, though not sure I'd call it good.

Topdog/Underdog (Broadway) – Fantastic performances from both Corey Hawkins and Yahya Abdul-Mateen II. Not particularly interested in con artist/gambler storylines but it fit the themes.

A Strange Loop (Broadway) – Amazing, totally get why it won Best Musical. Viewing experience was enhanced by a responsive audience. I'm excited to see it in LA and crossing my fingers that it gets a decent reception.

Kimberly Akimbo (Broadway) – Hadn't read much about it and was unprepared for how funny it was and how strong the cast was across the board. Favorite little absurdity was how the show choir kids are slowly drawn into Debra's scheme. The cast recording captures a decent part of the humor and was my most-played album in 2023.

Merrily We Roll Along (Off-Broadway) – Not sure I can imagine a better casting for Franklin Shepard than Jonathan Groff.

Wicked (Broadway) – Hadn't seen it in over a decade and felt like revisiting. It was fine; Elphaba and Fiyero seemed to have good chemistry.

Leopoldstadt (Broadway) – If I had the time and money I would just follow Caissie Levy and Brandon Uranowitz around to see whatever they are in. In a 2+ hour show with no intermission I never got bored.

Frozen (tour; Segerstrom) – Had previously seen this pre-pandemic so most of the cast had changed, though Caroline Bowman was still Elsa and was good. A number of the new cast seemed very young.

The Secret Garden (Ahmanson)

Kristina Wong, Sweatshop Overlord (Kirk Douglas)

The Lonely Few (2x) (Geffen Playhouse)

Sunday in the Park with George (Pasadena Playhouse) – First time I’ve ever seen this show (or listened to the music with any level of attention), and while I enjoyed it for the most part—particularly Act 1—I really struggled to care about modern George’s professional and personal difficulties in creating his art. I did like the music and can’t say I was ever bored, but in the end I was (to my surprise) thoroughly unmoved. One notable thing was that the sound in the theater was great. Everything was remarkably clear and I could understand all of the rapid-fire lyrics very well considering I was not very familiar with the music.

Twilight: Los Angeles 1992 (Mark Taper Forum) – Staged with multiple actors; unfortunately I don't remember much about it as I did not take any notes.

1776 (2x)

Kiss of the Spider Woman (A Noise Within) – The play, not the musical. Enjoyed it, thought Molina in particular was well performed.

Six (tour, Pantages) – Had listened to the studio cast recording and enjoyed it but the songs do tend to work better with the little bit of context provided by the show.

A Little Night Music (Pasadena Playhouse) – Another first-time Sondheim show for me; I liked the music (more so than Sunday in the Park With George), acting was strong, but I had difficulty caring much about the interpersonal drama.

A Soldier's Play (tour, Ahmanson) – Didn't take notes afterward; mostly I remember that Norm Lewis's speaking voice is startlingly resonant.

Tina (tour, Pantages) – Saw this only a few weeks after her death; the Playbill cover had been redesigned to acknowledge it and I think the cast and audience were still feeling that impact. It was pretty good for a straight-ahead biographical jukebox musical.

A Transparent Musical

Into the Woods

Beetlejuice

Les Misérables (tour, Pantages) – Heard the latest tour cast was really good, and it was; it hit the emotional beats well. Particularly liked Fantine (here's a local morning-show performance of "I Dreamed a Dream"), Javert, and Valjean, actually liked Gavroche for a change, and this production got rid of a character direction I absolutely hated (Grantaire's melodramatic wail after the "Little People" reprise).

Heroes of the Fourth Turning

Peter Pan Goes Wrong (Ahmanson) – Entertaining and funny though didn't quite hit my sense of humor dead on.

Here Lies Love (Broadway) – Was really glad to have the opportunity to see this because I missed the original production 10 years ago and regretted it. Sat in the front mezzanine which seemed just fine and provided an overall good view of the action in almost every direction. Particularly liked Conrad Ricamora (very charismatic) as Ninoy Aquino and Jose Llana as Marcos. Staging, audience participation, projections, etc. were essential to communicating the message of the show. I like the music and have the original cast recording but it would be very easy to misunderstand the tone from only listening to the recording.

The Sound Inside (Pasadena Playhouse) – Saw this in the middle of being swamped at work so my memory of this is a bit sparse. I remember being uncertain of how to react at the end of the show (same for the audience I was in) but thinking about it afterward the ideas and themes came together more clearly.

A Christmas Story (Ahmanson) – A pleasant and family-friendly show; lots of kids in the cast. Have never seen the movie. There were some high points (e.g. the big tap number featuring Miss Shields and a bunch of children singing "You'll Shoot Your Eye Out" as Prohibition-era gangsters and flappers) but I was bored for a good portion of the show. The portrayal of motherhood is very traditional.

MJ the Musical (tour; Pantages) – Was wondering how Lynn Nottage would handle the book. At first the "in rehearsal for the Dangerous tour" setup seemed like an interesting framing, but ultimately I don't think it went anywhere interesting dramatically or emotionally, or communicated much that wasn't already known even to non-Michael Jackson fans. The part from the Tony Awards performance is the high point of the show IMO.

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Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom

Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom is an upcoming American superhero film based on the DC character Aquaman. Produced by DC Studios, Atomic Monster, and The Safran Company, and Warner Bros. Set to be distributed by Pictures, it is the sequel to Aquaman (2018) and the 15th and final installment in the DC Extended Universe (DCEU). The film is directed by James Wan from a screenplay by David Leslie Johnson-McGoldrick, based on a story imagined by Wan, Johnson-McGoldrick, Thomas Pa'a Sibet and Jason Momoa. It stars Momoa as Arthur Curry/Aquaman alongside Patrick Wilson, Amber Heard, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II and Nicole Kidman.

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THESE MUSES ARE LOOKING FOR THEIR MISSED CONNECTIONS:

SEBASTIAN RIVERA is looking for ART HISTORY STUDENTS. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP (any age is fine! these can be undergraduate or graduate students), but you must reach out to andante–andante to find out more!

NORAH RAJAN is looking for THEIR BEST FRIEND. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of JESSE RATH, MARTIN SENSMEIER, LUDI LIN, MANNY JACINTO, YAHYA ABDUL-MATEEN II, RAHUL KOHLI, SACHA DHAWAN, UTP (FCOC PREFERRED) AGED 33-37, but you must reach out to DADIISM to find out more! (wc and norah have been best friends since grade school. he’s always supported her and at some point moved in with her after high school (or college) to help her with the kids. he’s more of a father figure to them than their actual dad. if the chemistry is right, i’m all for a friends to lovers, it’s always been you sort of situation!)

ANGELO CORTES ESTRADA is looking for THEIR AA SPONSOR. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of STERLING K BROWN, AMY ACKER, MATT CZUCHRY, WENTWORTH MILLER, SARAH PAULSON, LANA PARRILLA, EDGAR RAMIREZ, DAVID HARBOUR, ANY FC 40+, but you must reach out to DADIISM to find out more! (as part of his parole, angelo attends aa meets. he isn’t very good at attending them and isn’t really taking it too seriously (he’s still drinking) but this person would have confidence in him and support him, probably calling/texting to check up on him when he misses meetings, etc)

DIEGO ROBINSON-ARMSTRONG is looking for THEIR BEST FRIEND. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP 48+ (suggestions include Tracie Thoms, Michael Greyeyes, Daniel Wu, Gina Torres, Gabrielle Union, Byron Mann) but you must reach out to OFWISHFULTHINKING to find out more! (+ this connection is quite fluid. I just imagine supportive best friends. This is probably the one person who knows the extent of Diego’s recent business dealings – something that not even his husband knows. I imagine that they give him a lot of advice, and the two spend a lot of time together. They’ve probably known one another for years (they could’ve even met working at the hotel together in their 20s) and have remained close throughout the years. All in all, they’re each other’s person and know all of the other’s deepest darkest secrets!)

MALACHI DUBOIS is looking for THEIR MILITARY BUDS. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP, but you must reach out to OFWISHFULTHINKING to find out more! (+ Mal’s been out of the military for nearly two decades now due to a medical discharge (info in his intro post), but he still attends groups at the VA and keeps up with his military buds. Once a month, they all get together to have some drinks and shoot some pool. I’m imagining some casual friendships. I’d also like if one of them was more of a close friend – maybe they work out together every day – someone Mal can confide in, who uniquely understands his circumstances and helps him with managing his PTSD!)

SEBASTIAN RIVERA is looking for A CONFIDANT/CLOSE FRIEND. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP around late 30s or older, but you must reach out to andante–andante to find out more!

MAIA KELLY is looking for CREW MEMBERS. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP, but you must reach out to FADEDSTARSFMS to find out more! ( Maia has been double crossed by latest crew, utp if they were a part of that or if they parted ways before that!) taken by landon dunn

EDGAR YANG is looking for THEIR CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP 35+ (suggestions include Kendrick Sampson, Andrew Koji, Alexander Dreymon, Francois Arnaud, Dichen Lachman, Kristen Kreuk, Martin Sensmeier) but you must reach out to OFWISHFULTHINKING to find out more! (+ Edgar was born and raised in France. His family is well known as they’ve owned multiple wineries for generations. This person could either be someone whose family was in the same social circles, or even the child of someone who worked for the family. Either way, this was someone Edgar considered one of his best friends growing up. They likely lost contact when Edgar moved away after his 18th birthday, but are no reconnecting. What brings them to Denver is completely UTP!)

CARLEIGHA ORTIZ is looking for RIVAL. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of UTP preferably FCOC, but you must reach out to xallmywolvesx to find out more! (+ 32+ years old, the pair would have met in the children’s hospital ward way back when (16+ years ago) and have been adversarial ever since. The original cause is up for plotting or they just annoyed each other from the start and have continued to actively push each other’s buttons since!)

ESME LOOMIS is looking for THEIR CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of DEV PATEL, KIOWA GORDON, HARVEY GUILLEN, JAY HAYDEN, ANDREW KOJI, ANY FC 33-38ISH, but you must reach out to DADIISM to find out more! ( honestly most of the character can be your creation/utp! esme was definitely “one of the guys”/a tomboy growing up, so wc would’ve been her best friend. wc should either be from denver or have moved there at some point during school aged years (before the age of 18). they’ve been close ever since they met and wc would be like an uncle to esme’s ten year old daughter, alicia.

MOBILE NAVIGATION. WANTED CONNECTIONS. APPLICATION.

[miyuhpapayuh]

Leon x Zora.

A chance for something different.

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DONE

Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on  this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my  ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit. None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me unless stated otherwise. Full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.

A/N: Be gentle with me yall lol. I'm rusty and this is my first story back after basically rebranding my blog. Hope yall enjoy.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage

Length: 1,133 words

Genre: Angst

Jaela was beyond done. This man had embarrassed her for the last time. She stared at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but be disappointed in herself for how her life turned out. How did she get here? When did she become this woman? After leaving her bathroom she walked out into her living room where 6 large boxes sat, full of her ex's things. Yahya Abdul Manteen II. The man who's responsible for the cold heart that now sat inside of Jaela's body. When she went to see him on set she heard him fucking another woman in his trailer. She was there to surprise him, only for her to be the one getting surprised. She left quietly, making sure none of the other cast and crew or his team saw her. She vowed that this was the last time she'd stand by while he cheats. She was over his constant infidelity and she hated that after each time he'd given himself to another woman, she'd take him back after his broken promises to do better. So she did what she had to do. She ghosted him. It'd been almost 2 weeks of him calling and texting non-stop. He even had his friends and his mother calling her. The only person she communicated with was his mother. She was the one who introduced them and she was disappointed in her son but had hope he and Jaela would work it out..

“So he’s convinced that you’re cheating on him and that’s why you’re not talking to him. Asked me to call and spy on you.” His mom spoke. She chuckled a bit remembering how desperate Yahya sounded.

“Well that’s rich coming from him. He fucks anything with legs and he’s worried that I’m sleeping with other people?” Jaela replied. She knows she's supposed to respect her elders but she was thrown off by his audacity.

“What are you going to do? Don’t you think he deserves to know that you no longer want to be with him?” She asks.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I know that's your son and I'm sorry for all the cussing. But you need to ask his trifling ass did I deserve to know he wanted to fuck other women before he decided to cheat! I would have rather he dumped me first but noooooo he wants to have his cake and eat it too. I’M FUCKING DONE!!!!” Jaela yelled. She hung up on her then resumed her packing. 

She managed to fill a couple more boxes and put them in the living room with the others. She popped open a bottle of Stella Rosa Black and got the largest glass she could find. She filled it a bit over half way and started chugging her wine like it was water. Before she could finish off her glass, she heard a knock at the door. When she peeked through the peephole, she was disgusted. She opened the door without a word and let Yahya walk in.

“Well hello to you too. Mean ass. And here I am thinking you're sick or some shit.” He said.

“Boy, why are you here? I know you’re dumb, but you’re not that dumb.” Jaela snarked. She hated how smug he looked and wanted to wipe that shit right off of his face.

“Awww baby don’t be like that. I entertained this bratty shit for 2 weeks. It’s time for me to come back home.” Yayha teased.

“Home? And what bills do you pay my nigga? Cuz last time I fucking checked, I pay all the bills in this bitch. You need to leave. I told your ass I was done and meant it. So get all of this shit outta my house or I’m donating it to the Good Will.” Jaela yelled. He looked at her like she lost her damn mind. Ain’t no way this bitch just talked to him like that, he thought. He walked up on her and yoked her up, applying pressure to her upper arm.

“See, I know you don’t think I was just gonna let your ass walk away like that. Did you really think you were gonna dump me in a text and I wouldn’t pop up on your ass? What? You mad cuz I fuck other women from time to time? So the fuck what. You knew what you were getting into when you got with me. I love you and I come home to YOU! Yet you trying to leave ME?! Bitch I should have left YOU, especially after you killed our baby. But no, I stayed with you. Just like you stayed with me after all those other times.You wanna break up, fine. But just remember, no one will love you like I do.” Yahya seethed. Jaela promised she was done shedding tears over this man but at the mention of the son they lost, her eyes watered. She remembered that day. The ride to the hospital, hearing the news. She even remembered him blaming her for the loss and she got angry.

“FUCK YOU! I lost our child because of YOU! You stressed me out with your bullshit and our son paid the fucking price. And I’m glad no one will love me the way you did because that shit isn’t love! I fucking HATE you and I wish I never met you. You’ve fucked me up so bad in the head. For 3 years I let you ruin me and break me down. But no more. NO FUCKING MORE!” Jaela fumed. She’d had it with him. The fucking audacity of this piece of shit. He had never seen her this angry and he didn’t know what to do.

“Baby I-”

“Get the fuck out!” She sighed after calming herself down. She was exasperated and beyond exhausted. All she wanted to do was get her living room cleared out and try to enjoy the rest of her night.

“You not giving my shit away, Jaela.” He warned. She looked at him and laughed. He was taken aback but let it go.

“All of that and you’re worried about all this materialistic ass shit? Oh baby don’t worry, I’ll make sure your precious items make it back to you safely. Just leave.” She said, as she watched him walk out the door, she collapsed on the nearest sofa and let out a long shaky breath. In a way she felt relieved. On the other hand she felt heartbroken at the deterioration of her relationship. Yahya was the man she called her forever and he ruined that. She also held herself accountable for all the bare minimum things she accepted out of her fear of loneliness. 

But tomorrow is a new day and it’s time for her to begin her healing.

[kumkaniudaku]

another happiness short for yahya would be lovely. Can’t really pick between 1) I’ve loved you since the day we met.”

or

6) “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

😌😌

Ooh let’s go with the first one. I’m inspired by Isaiah K. John announcing the birth of his son.

Day One

“She’s finally made it out. Who does she look like?” Yahya looked away from his front camera to the sleeping infant swaddled in her bassinet. “She looks like a little peanut, honestly.”

“A peanut?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s only been a week. She doesn’t look like much of anything right now.”

“Let me see!”

Instead of disturbing her slumber, Yahya carefully positioned the phone for his sister to get a good look at the family’s newest addition.

“Aww,” she cooed. “She looks like Lady!”

Yahya stared back at his daughter with a fond smile. “She does, huh. They have the same nose and mouth.”

“You two make a cute baby, that’s for sure. I can’t wait to pinch those cheeks in a few months.”

“When the Captain lifts restrictions, y’all will be the first people I invite over.”

“And don’t bother her about it a moment before time,” his sister warned. “Be a good baby daddy and keep her comfortable. We can wait.”

“I’m not a baby da-.” Yahya’s protest quickly took a backseat to the distressed cries beside him. He took a quick look over the edge, afraid that his only child was in danger. Though she didn’t look hurt, her cries continued to grow.

He looked back at his phone to explain, but stopped when his sister held up her hand.

“Go ahead. She needs you more than me. We’ll talk later.”

Quick goodbyes left Yahya face to face with a crying infant and no idea how to handle the situation by himself.

His eyes frantically searched the room for a bottle or some other soothing device only to come up empty. He silently cursed himself for not paying attention when baby items were being stored the week before.

Instead of asking for help, he took a deep breath and gingerly lifted his daughter into his arms.

“Hey now, little girl. What’s all this about?”

As he bounced her from side to side, she seemed to answer his question with a pleased sigh. He chuckled and smiled.

“Oh you wanted Daddy to hold you, huh? Seven days in and you’re already making demands. I respect it.”

He watched as all traces of worry in her face transformed into the type of serenity that adults spend their whole lives chasing. Yahya ran his thumb over her cheek to brush away a leftover tear.

“You know, I’ve loved you since the day we met. I know you’re seeing me for the first time ever, and I’m no competition for your mama, but I knew you months ago. I saw you grown in your mama’s belly and cause all kinds of trouble before you came into this world. But I loved you.”

Yahya watched his daughter’s eyes flutter behind her closed lids and worried that his voice was too loud. He began to whisper.

“I’ll always love you. And your mama. There’s nothing you can do to make me love you any less. I guess aside from being a Falcons fan. That’s unforgivable.”

“She damn sure can’t be a Saints fan.”

Yahya’s smile grew twice its size as he turned to lay eyes on the body leaning against the room’s threshold.

“We shouldn’t argue in front of the baby.”

“Oh, this isn’t an argument. No Saints fan can live in this home.”

They stifled laughter as Lady walked closer. Yahya welcomed her to the group by opening his free arm and pulled her body close to his side. His lips found a home on her temple for a sweet kiss.

“She looks like you,” he whispered into her hairline.

“She looks like an almond,” Lady answered, laughing. “But thank you. We did a good a job.”

“You did a good job. I was just along for the ride. And what a ride it was.”

Lady rolled her eyes and pushed away from Yahya’s side. “Gross. I’m going back to sleep.”

Loud laughter erupted from his chest for several second until the sound was interrupted by small cries. His daughter was awake and furious that her slumber was disturbed by her father’s antics.

Instead of helping, Lady left the room for Yahya to experience his first lesson in fatherhood.

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Started- January 1,2022

Last Updated- December 3, 2022

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If Walls Could Talk...

Summary: Yahya wonders if walls could talk .. what would they say?

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Red wine and even redder roses waited for her through the threshold. As she walked in, she was accompanied by scented candles and was presented with cuisine of the highest standards. Poised, she sat on her throne with her left leg resting on top of the right. Daintily, she unfolded her napkin and spread it across her thighs. Her lover quietly entered the room from behind. A smile rested on his parted lips as he cocked his head to the side admiring his temptresses. His fingers traveled the seam of his suit jacket as he approached her with finesse.

Cheek to cheek with her now, he whispered his affections along her ear as his hands ventured down her spine. Much to his liking, she melted under his touch. His eyes fixated on the curve of her spine and his mind wandered instantly. He thought of the many ways he could amplify that arch. But forever the gentlemen, he refrained from his carnal thoughts for a moment. Gently, he pushed her chair under the table and placed a kiss upon her cheek.

Conversations were had. Dinner was devoured. But yet they were still insatiable. The room seemed hotter, smaller, and more intimate. She stood to her feet and gracefully smoothed out her dress as she approached him. Desire resided on her lips and fervor rested in her orbs. And him being her parallel, he stood to his feet towering over her. He ran his fingertips over her hand, gradually up her arm, and finally under her chin.

For a second, there was a flash of innocence between them both as a childlike smile appeared on their lips. He kissed her sweetly basking in the feeling of her lips on his. She clung to his jacket pulling him in more. Instinctively, he wrapped his hands around her waist. His curious hands roamed her body as the kiss intensified and electrified them both. And like a flip of a switch, her hands were planted on the mahogany table in front of her. Like a petal of a rose, he peeled her gown off her. Feeling uninhibited, he kissed sloppily down her back until he met her center.

If only walls could talk he thought to himself. They would speak of their shadows, their moans, her pleas, and his demands.

“Faster,” she cried.

“Harder,” she begged.

If walls could talk, they would speak of his artistry. How he effortlessly painted her like a canvas.

“Take all of me,” he commanded.

Or how he took her to the moon and back.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed.

Or how he made her feel the purest form of love.

“Wider, yeah just like that,” he answered, pleased.

He loved her blind. His love felt like the heavy pouring of rain or like thundering clouds over roaring seas. Passionate, godlike, and everything in between.

If only walls could talk….

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