π†π‘π€ππ‡πˆπ‚π’ 𝐁𝐘 πˆπƒπŠπ€π’πŠπ‚π‡π‘πˆπ’ πŸ«§β‹†ο½‘Λš
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Uncured [ slow updates] by melaninaccess
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Kato is an up-and-coming chef from the Maryland and DC area, looking to gain recognition from the public. He recently had a chance encounter with award-winning chef Tunde Solorio, who could potentially help him achieve his goal. However, this encounter also brought along some unexpected baggage - an obsession that could either make or break his hopes and courage. 8.2.25
DREAM by FRUITZ5OO
FRUITZ5OO
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Chris Brown imagines- from π’Žπ’š π’Žπ’Šπ’π’…, to π’šπ’π’–π’“π’” (:
𝐌𝐘 π…π€π•πŽπ‘πˆπ“π„ π’πˆπ. by idkaskchris
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π™¨π™–π™¬π™šπ™šπ™©π™žπ™š 𝙭 π™˜π™π™§π™žπ™¨ 𝙗𝙧𝙀𝙬𝙣. ❦ | 𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 π…πˆπ‚π“πˆπŽπ . αΆœΚ°Κ³β±α΅ƒα΅α΅’βΏα΅—α΅‰ ʳᡉᡃˑ ᡍʰᡉᡗᡗᡒ 𝐌𝐘 π…π€π•πŽπ‘πˆπ“π„ π’πˆπ is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels more like a loaded gun than a safe place to land. Set in the shadows of Los Angeles, where palm trees line the blocks but can't cover up the sirens, body bags & trauma, it follows the twisted, all consuming bond between two souls, two victims of life's circumstances, too damaged to love right, but too addicted to let go. This ain't ALL fiction. It's the unfiltered truth of what happens when love turns toxic, when passion is laced with pain, & when walking away could save your life, but staying feels like the only way to breathe. It's about being hooked on someone who breaks you in pieces, slowly, until you don't even recognize your own reflection. What makes it worse for them? The violence didn't just live outside their door. Both were born into a family war where colors, street names, & grudges were damn near inherited. Their love was always a risk, always a target. They tried to escape it, to build something that didn't echo their past with one other, but still, the pain followed. Loss piled up. Friends, family, pieces of themselves, until even love felt like another battlefield. The streets never really let go of their past. Not when last names are triggers. Not when loyalty is life or death. In this story, heartbreak isn't some poetic lifetime script, it's violent & real. Mental peace is a luxury, & the heart's pull feels more like a curse than a blessing. 𝐌𝐘 π…π€π•πŽπ‘πˆπ“π„ π’πˆπ is for the ones who loved past the red flags, stayed through the damage, & bled for a connection that was never safe to begin with. It's violent. Tender. Fucked up. But it's honest.
π΄πΏπΏπ‘ˆπ‘…πΈ. by Jadahx_
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Allure...to powerfully attract or charm; tempt. It was the physical attraction that they believed kept them coming back, but in reality, it was more than that. Two broken souls, unaware to the fact the fix was one another.