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They’d been hanging out a lot lately but Falon didn’t mind. Dave was an interesting character. Tonight she had some free time and had invited him over for dinner. At first she was going to keep it simple and order Chinese but considering he had helped her ass out with her photography, and talked her down from her panic attack and almost fucked her ass in the elevator the least she could do was treat him to a nice home cooked meal. Of course she had to be mindful of his religion and dietary restrictions so after thorough research she settled on fish and veggies.

Hearing a knock on the door she glanced at the time on the the stove before finding her way over to the door. Swinging it open, she faked an attitude crossing her arms and tapping her foot.

“You’re early. I didn’t even have time to look a little more decent.”

“Ma, you good.” Dave spoke liking his lips as his eyes roamed her frame. Glaring at him she stepped aside allowing him to enter her roommate free apartment.

“Welcome to my humble abode. Foods almost done.”

He nodded as she followed behind him. With the layouts to their apartments being similar he practically knew where he was going leading them to the kitchen. He leaned into the bar.

“Im gonna change. By the time I’m done food should be ready. I made fish and veggies. I hope it’s enough. I just didn’t wanna break your diet and I would’ve asked but I wanted it to be a surprise so I...” She was rambling like an idiot. It was his chuckles that got her to stop speaking and look at him.

“Fal, you good. Hurry up so we can eat. ”

“Make yourself comfortable.” Her final words before she left him by his lonesome and retreated to her room.

She returned about five minutes later dressed in a jumper with a crop top underneath.

As she entered the kitchen she placed a folder she had retrieved from her room down before dishing their plates. She served Dave before getting herself situated and taking the seat next to him.

“Does this seem too formal? We can sit in the living room if you like.”

“It’s whatever you want Falon”

“I just want you to be comfortable.”

“You sure you comfortable?” He asked.

She nodded eagerly though that clearly wasn’t the case. Falon couldn’t place why but she was nervous. They’d spent a little time together since their first encounter so she was unsure what had butterflies in her stomach. Nodding his head he signaled for her to get up. They walked over to the living room where they sat down and she turned on the tv offering him the remote. He decided to settle on a basketball game.

Conversation flowed between the two though Falon felt like she was interrupting his game but the fact that he had engaged with her showed maybe he just wanted the noise and didn’t necessarily care about the happenings of the game.

She had to admit the TV was helping. She didn’t feel as nervous.

“Oh so I finally got some prints of my photos. I wanna show you.” Placing her plate down she retrieved the folder bringing it over to Dave.

“Yoooo.” He drawled causing her to laugh. If that wasn’t the most New York thing she’d heard all day. “These shits is fire. Fuck around might have to blow one of these up and put it on my wall.”

Her cheeks heated up at the compliment. “I totally wouldn’t mind that.” She spoke truthfully. “Everyone loved them. The females in my class maybe a little too much.” She admitted knowing she wasn’t too happy with the thought.

“Oh word?” He asked. “Why you ain’t put shorty on?”

Falon rolled her eyes. “You don’t

She went to kiss his cheek but he moved his head causing

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Running PT 4

How does this look and work? “Samara, look out.” She turned at the sound of Terrence’s voice only to see him running towards her. He leapt in front of her and it was only then she realized what was happening. The man had just taken a bullet for her. “No.” She cried as she dropped to his side not even worrying about the perpetrator retreating from the area. “T, please. Just stay with me.” She removed the radio calling for help and requesting a medic before she took off her jacket trying to apply pressure. She needed to buy him time. “T, you cant leave me. You promised. It was us until the end.” She was barely keeping it together but she could hear the sirens in the background. “They’re on the way T. You’re gonna survive this one and then I can scream at you for being stupid and taking that bullet.” She tried to laugh through the pain but it only intensified the minute she looked into Terrence’s eyes. Samara had seen one too many dead bodies and this was honestly one of the last ones she wanted to see. “Terrence you promised.” She barely managed to get out through the sob that fled her lips as the ambulance and fellow comrades approached her.

“Samara.”

She hadn’t even realized she’d zoned out. Bringing herself back to she glanced at the chief who looked somewhat annoyed she’d been calling her name. “Come with me.” She motioned cause Samara to get up from the desk she usually occupied, following Cheif Lawson into her office. Samara took a seat swallowing the lump in her throat. To be honest she wasn’t really sure what they could be meeting about.

“How are you holding up?”

Samara visibly cringed at the question. It was like asking someone who was sick and in the hospital if they were okay. It was apparent Samara was taking Terrence’s death hard, but that was to be expected. After all he had taken what should’ve been her shot. Him saving her is literally what had him six feet in the ground and she hated herself for it because it should’ve been her. Had she been more vigilant Terrence wouldn’t have risked his life for her. They had been partners for quiet some time and a couple months prior to his death they had crossed the lines of professionalism and slept together. So between being partners in crime they had connected on a deeper level and he wasn’t even able to know how she really felt about him.

“I’m fine.” She responded like she did to everyone who asked her the dreaded question. The chief looked at her and Samara retained the same gaze not backing down. The chief wasn’t going to challenge her, she knew that. It was confirmed when the chief let out a harsh breathe. “Okay Wiley, hear me out. You need to get out of New York for a while...”

“Uh-huh.” Samara spoke cutting her off. “I still have work to do.” Samara had set out on her own personal mission to find the fucker who had killed Terrence and make them pay. Unfortunately, this person was good. It just so happen the neighborhood they were in a lot of the cameras for the store fronts didn’t work. They had a few images but nothing concrete to get a sketch artist in and have street justice find the son of a bitch.

“It’s not negotiable, it’s an order. You’ve been requested from some very powerful people up in Washington. You’re going to Miami so I’d suggest you go home and get yourself ready. Your plane boards in a couple hours. I’ll email you, your boarding pass.” Samara huffed as she got up. This wasn’t on her agenda but she knew better than to defy orders. Besides she was intrigued. Who in Washington was watching her and why? Just as she got ready to exit the office, chief stopped her.

“Wiley, make sure you take care of yourself. You deserve it.”

Samara nodded, bee lining out the office to find a fellow comrade. She had one final request to make before she left NYC behind for a little bit.

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The plane ride was calm. She actually surprised herself by managing to fall asleep. Grabbing her carry on she exited the plane, thankful that she was near the front. New York was relatively cold but she could feel the Miami heat already. Thankfully she had dressed accordingly for her destination in ripped jeans and sleeveless gray bodysuit. The hoodie she dawned quickly found it way over her head and draped over her free arm. Making her way outside the airport she stopped glancing around. She could see several taxi drivers trying to speak to her in attempt to win her coins but that isn’t who she was looking for.

“Ah. There she is.” Chandler spoke to Teddy before calling to her. “Samara.”

She glanced up seeing him along with another male. Who the hell was he? Her guard up as she made her way over to the two. She could take the driver down for sure. Mystery man might be a little bit more of a worthy opponent. “For this to be top secret calling my name across an airport passenger area isn’t exactly covert.” She chided. “Shouldn’t you have a sign or something?” She asked not genuinely concerned about who was running this circus. “Let’s go.” She commanded slipping into the car before shooting her chief a text to let her know she’d arrived safely.

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FACECLAIM HQ’S ALTERNATE FACECLAIMS: ZENDAYA COLEMAN

A few months ago, I came across this post about typical Tumblr fancasts and decided to give out some alternates to Tumblr’s go-to POC facelciams that actually have resources. As someone who loves Zendaya a lot, I want to make it clear that the criticism for all the women listed at the source (Zendaya, Zoe Kravitz, Willow Smith, Amandla Stenberg) is that they’re constantly fancast as black characters that were not light-skinned in the source material - not that they don’t deserve recognition. So I’ve focused on celebrating darker women in general in this post.

AJA NAOMI KING (1985, ACTOR) [African-American]

AMBER RILEY (1986, ACTOR/SINGER) [African-American]

KARIDJA TOURÉ (1994, ACTOR) [Ivorian]

RYAN DESTINY (1995, ACTOR/SINGER) [African-American]

SAMANTHA WARE (1991, ACTOR/SINGER) [African-American]

ASHLEIGH MURRAY (1988, ACTOR/SINGER) [African-American]

VIVIAN OPARAH (1996, ACTOR) [Unspecified]

Below the cut you will find over 20 additional female, black faceclaims that are not Zendaya Coleman with resources.

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