"yo gamertag 'lilsussyvert'? so you big gay? or little gay?" carti gets a random friend request while playing 2k. usually he doesn't accept randoms, but he literally had nothing else to do while stuck in quarantine.

[rewriting] © 2019, NITESINTERLUDE. FANFICTION - uzi + carti. 5-27-19

mm. /M| \MMM\ /MM| \MMMM\ /MMM/ \MMM\ MMM/ '\MM\ |M/' \M\/M/ .dMMMMMM< /M( )MMMMM\ (8MMMMMMMMMM| '\MMMMMMMM/ |MMMMM/ (V) === VK (A) ------------------------------------------------ LOTS OF SMUT ------------------ "Sy... what did that?-" Jordan stopped himself and shook his head, exhaling quietly as he tried to shake the thought away. "Just act like nothing happened." Symere told him, as he scratched on the back of his neck. Part of him regretted doing all of that, but it wasn't his fault that Jordan started seducing him first. -- Symere and Jordan had been friends ever since they could remember. Things were great.. that is until Symere started catching feelings, of course. What's it supposed to be like when Jordan doesn't know what he wants and can't return the feelings? -- started: 4/20/20 ended: 00/00/00 --

carti: camboy <3 uzi: stalker two college students from different walks of life cross paths.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐢𝐮𝐳𝐢, Carti's antisocial and hates people. Uzi, quite the opposite, very social and very into Carti. ❝𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. ❞

the lives of two rivals begin to change when they're forced to live together during their stay at an academy for basketball.

a serial killer's been on the loose in the greater atlanta area for almost a year, and they've racked up a hefty list of victims. nothing is known about the killer, other than the fact that he seals his deaths with a butterfly. enter jordan carter; an innocent, timid young man who loves to paint who takes a liking to the older and more confident symere woods. symere dotes on jordan, seeing him as someone he needed to protect and look out for, but little did he know, he'd become the very next victim.

ᵖˡᵃʸᵇᵒⁱᵘᶻⁱ symere likes the murderer he investigates against a little too much