After the Arctic Recession, America does not heal-it fractures. Famine rots the soil. Disease stalks the streets. Faith is rationed. Violence is policy. The country splits down the spine into two militant ideologies: the Purple Confederates and the Yellow Union-both preaching salvation, both fluent in cruelty. Neutrality is treason. Love is contraband. In the margins of this collapsing nation lives Fatsy Okafor-a Catholic midwife in Hensley, Arkansas, trained to bring life into a world obsessed with death. Born in Bumsworth, Alabama to a Jamaican immigrant mother and a Tahitian-American father, Fatsy survives by obedience, silence, and prayer. She believes in order. She believes in rules. She believes survival requires shrinking. Then there's Kemba Atienio. East Hensley born. Kenyan bloodline. American fire. Kemba is ambition without apology-optimistic, sharp-tongued, unbreakable. She does not kneel to doctrine or party lines. She questions everything. She refuses to be owned. Where Fatsy endures, Kemba disrupts. Their meeting is not gentle. It is a collision. As propaganda tightens its grip and bodies stack higher than the winter snow, love sparks where it shouldn't-between sermons and sirens, riots and quiet rooms. What begins as desire becomes defiance. What becomes defiance turns revolutionary. In a country that demands obedience, two women choose each other-and in doing so, threaten the architecture of power itself. 𝟗𝟗 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 is a dystopian, political, hood-urban love story about survival, deconstruction, wlw intimacy, and the cost of choosing freedom when the world would rather you freeze.

"You're missin out,"

Boys to men.

Ashanti Osei is a closeted girl from Vicksburg, Mississippi-whose heart belongs to someone that could ruin her reputation. Insert Lakeia, a.k.a. Swiss. Swiss is a trans-man from Jonesboro, Louisiana-who migrated to Vicksburg in his early teens. Ashanti's father is a Republican Ghanaian-Muslim whose policies infringed and derails Swiss's constitutional protections. After Swiss gets hit by a semi-truck, Ashanti hatches a plan to reintroduce herself to the boy. But, TBI's don't last for long. Memories are forever, and secrets are revealed-Ashanti finds herself changing everything about herself. Even her name. Welcome to 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐘𝐈𝐀

Dallas Jordan-seventeen, volatile, and wired for motion-was raised on Memphis's North Side, where you learned to fight before you learned to breathe. The cops knew her name, karma kept her on speed dial, and trouble moved like her shadow. Then there was Copper-a quiet, bookish, non-binary kid with rough hands and steady plans, dreaming of building something that might outlive the block. They stayed out of mess, eyes fixed on blueprints and escape routes. Dallas picked them out anyway. Words became her weapon, cruelty her armor. But somewhere in the sparks and static between them, something shifted-an ache she couldn't define, humming too close to want.

I could be your supermodel if you believe If you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me I don't see myself

studxstud/studxmasc ***Republished (𝟓𝟎𝟎𝐤 + reads deep)*** 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: When Angel finds her close friend and teammate, Dominique getting a little too flirty, she starts to question her friendship. Her type in women. And even herself. Could she possibly find her 'stud bro' attractive? 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞: - Mature/Strong Language - Mature Content (18+ Recommended) - Sex/Smut (Detailed) - Substances (Alcohol, drugs, etc) - Abuse/Child Abuse - Other Possible Triggers

❝ 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙬. ❞ - short story. started: november 21, 2021. ended: august 19, 2022.

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