"𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭" 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

Trinity Smith has been starving for more out of her marriage to Meech. Three years in and she feels alone, untouched, and unsatisfied. Especially behind closed doors. The spark is gone, and no matter how hard she tries, it feels like she's begging for something that should come naturally. They try therapy, hoping it'll save them. For a minute, it looks like it might. Then Thanksgiving comes around...and everything spirals. That's when Trinity really meets Dayvon Bennett, Meech's close friend who's a father. What starts off subtle turns reckless fast, and before she knows it, Trinity is caught up in something messy, addictive, and completely off-limits.

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

"I'll play you." Kross challenged with a serious expression on his face, smoothly twirling the basketball on his pointer finger. "For what?" Amiko sighed heavily, a bored look on her face, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground. "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."

"its fucked up how we met but thats my baby now"

"You can't see the future. I might have a chance. You don't know for sure." He mumbled, making her expression soften. "M-my mom used to tell me t-that birds still sing even after a storm. Why shouldn't people feel as free t-to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?" Samir stopped talking for a moment to regather himself so that he didn't stutter, but Nina froze completely. "You don't have to settle with him Nina. It's been five years an-and you're not a-as happy as you should be. You smile differently with me.. and you cry a lot with him. I just think that you deserve to enjoy your time with someone other than h-him for a minute because there's still sunlight out there for you too, even if you can't see it yet." How did he become her source of 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 so 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲? A short story.

If you've never been in a completely crazy relationship, I'd suggest you get yourself prepared before reading this story.. *old*

in which peace is met with chaos. STARTED: march 8th,2022 ENDED:april 28th,2022 cover by: @miafrmdawic

"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘝𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵." ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── imagines about the hood favourite.