Cause you give me something familiar 🖤 • "Look, I ain't mean to wake you up. I was just getting my shit and leaving," he said, quickly reaching down to grab his shirt from off of the ground near a fallen lamp. I guess that was what caused the crash earlier. "We don't even have to talk about it, for real," he rushed out. "So, you was just gon' fuck and dip?" My words stopped him in his tracks. "Without sayin' nothin'?" I was lowkey hurt at the realization that he was tryna sneak out of my spot after what we did. "Kofi...we fucked," he whispered the last part guiltily, as if he was afraid to say it out loud. "You're straight. I-" "Obviously, not anymore...after the way I had you screaming last night." . *Spin-off from Waves

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 "𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭" 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐱𝐁

Sage's first day at a new job could be described as nothing, but interesting. It wasn't the job. Wasn't even the manager. It was him.

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌 A grieving single dad, homeless with his young son, just trying to find his way through the world he feels forgotten by. Never could he have imagined finding a home, love, and security again from two married men. What could go right?

In this city, blood is currency. The streets don't forgive, and they certainly don't forget. "Ah got you, pa," Kaelen whispered his chin resting on julian's head "Ain't nobody ever gonna hurt you again."

(𝑉.) 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦,𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝐴 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠. 𝑀𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 if requested enough.

Deno is unapologetic about how much he loves Tripp. His feelings are loud, obsessive, and impossible to miss, pushing him to extremes just to make Tripp understand that what he feels is real. Tripp refuses to face it. He dismisses Deno's devotion as too much, too intense, convincing himself that whatever exists between them doesn't mean anything at all. When Deno's presence begins to feel distant, something quietly changes. The shift forces Tripp to sit with emotions he's long ignored, revealing that denial can only last so long before the truth demands to be seen.