Filed under: adds, another part of me, au, drabbles, kacieverse | Tags: another part of me, APOM, drabbles, extended-exclusive-era!chris, kacestopher, kacie, kacieverse
a/n: no, you’re not seeing things. i’ve finally gotten my muse back and i’m able to write more kacieverse! i decided to HEAVILY EDIT the entire verse to flow, starting with summer in new york and ending all the way with days i spent with you — so i’m still debating if i want to post DISWY on here or not, but i most likely will.
ANOTHER PART OF ME (or APOM) is the latest set of background stories in the kacieverse. they will switch between kacie and chris accordingly. these are the late exclusive / graffiti era drabbles which should flow right into something about us to form the fic as a whole when i’m done w them. most likely, like always, there will be 20 drabbles posted throughout the hopefully simultaneous resumed posting of DISWY.
if you haven’t ventured into the kacieverse yet, i’m side-eyeing you bc other that that jordin fic and some unfinished chrianna wtf are you doing here? LOL. you can either be patient and wait for me to post the link to the edit (tumblr coming soon) or click on GUIDE TO THE KACIEVERSE and read accordingly.
okay i’ve rambled like shit and
i don’t have a title header for this JUST YET, but until then… ENJOY!
Filed under: adds, chrihanna, CROOK'S WAY, CROOKED | Tags: adds, chrihanna, chris brown, crook's way series, crooked, crooks way book 1, dante!chris, j. cole, OTP: tell me lies, rihanna
3 | no harm
“I fucking hate stitches.” Mecca proclaimed as we sat around the conference room and I absentmindedly tugged at the top I had on as if it was going to hide them or make them go away.
It had been about a week since we finally all settled in, and I was able to see again. With that being said, my attention immediately was all over the room. When it came to handling business though, I was still on edge and not in the mood to deal with anything considering the fact that our plans were changed and set in stone.
It left a lot of room for fuck ups, considering the fact that allowing Mecca to simply go along with us to Baltimore only gave her a glimpse of what was really going down. I had a lot of questions to ask her and we had a lot to cover whenever this meeting got started.
But for now, she was sitting here, trying to make small talk. I hated small talk. It always seemed like the other person was beating around the bush about something. Conversation was conversation though, and it was better than me not using my voice at all for a while.
“It’s less stressful than a gunshot wound.” I responded finally, and she nodded as if she knew what I was talking about. She kept looking at me like I was a stranger. To a fault, I guess almost ten years without seeing each other could change things.
“They’re definitely more of a focal point than that big ass bruise on your neck though. Or is that a hickey?” She stuck her hand out to touch it, and I immediately recoiled.
“Stop.” I uttered, like an annoyed parent.
Whatever moment that could have spawned from that just died, immediately. Mecca looked at me and sat back in her chair, and kept her eyes on me. I don’t know what got all of her attention, but I tried to keep my eyes focused on anything else but her.
We hadn’t had time to sit and talk or do anything because I spent most of my time holed up in the apartment, face down in the sheets and dead to the world. I was starting to feel bad that I still hadn’t warmed up to the fact that here she was, back in my life again.
Once upon a time, that was all I wanted.
I just wanted somebody, even just one of my siblings if that’s all I could get, to be back in close contact with me. I can’t tell you how many times we’d hit up spots and I’d bond with females who reminded me of them, or little kids who got stuck in the same predicament as we did. All I could do afterwards was steel my jaw and pray to God that things worked out for them once we set them up somewhere.
I hadn’t looked at her in so long… damn.
She looked too much like me and it made me annoyed. I got immediately aggravated at everything, although it was beyond my control. It was really scary how much she mimicked me, and it wasn’t even purposely.
It was natural, as if we’d never had the nine year hiatus. I felt like I was looking at someone who would play the role of me, in my life story. She couldn’t develop her own sense of identity? She had to go for mine, and who did that help?
Filed under: adds, CROOK'S WAY, CROOKED | Tags: AUBREY, chrihanna fic, chris brown, j. cole, rihanna
2 | futile devices
Doing business with “reformed” criminals was interesting.
I mean, they weren’t A’s across the board type of people either, but it always came with a lesson to learn and I wasn’t sure that all of the lessons were really worth it in the first place. No matter how many times society expected them to turn their life around it was rare that it actually stuck through.
Sometimes, it took a couple of times for them to fall off before they realized they had no intentions to go back to their old life. Eventually, they make it work for them, and they learn their lessons and fight diligently not to make the same mistakes twice.
Most of the time, reformed criminals learned their lessons.
They become better people and really believe in the whole “I can change!” mantra that they’d been fed while serving their time. It sticks for a while, but then they’re wondering really, what the fuck is it all for? Someone’s still going to want you dead in the end anyway.
Take Aubrey, for example.
He is the sole reason why I’m still not taking my ass to Toronto, and why I’m unable to open my fucking right eye. I could blame him for a lot of the fucked up series of events that plague my life, and I’m not the only one. It affects Dreamville like a plague.
Aubrey Graham oversaw this network of dirty accounts, and was good at it. He fell into the category of faux affably evil. He appears polite and understanding in public, but underneath that image is a thief whose trust is hard to keep. Aubrey is extremely cunning and manipulative, and embodies several fucked up personality flaws.
It makes for a great business partner, but I don’t see how anyone can trust him – Murray has him in some sort of headlock though, so it works out for us. Still, after all the shit we’d been through as courtesy of Aubrey, it is mindboggling how he still operates business daily. Anything for the money, I guess. It helps and it hurts.
He keeps us busy, therefore we’re thankful, but… we’ve reached our limits with this mission.
It’s time to cut the rope after this. (more…)
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: crook's way series, crooked, crooks way book 1, j. cole, rihanna
NOTE: LMFAO. Don’t even ask where I’ve been, TBH. Thanks for the views though, i’m in there! But, the summer has ended and I have freetime and — yeah, everything will get completed in due time. also, expect a lot of dumps coming here soon from this drabble blog and some other shit. freewrites and shit like that, including a backlog of tape you adds.
ehmmmmm….. this is crooked, a current WIP, and fic one of three in the crook’s way series. and it’s posted on tumblr. enjoy.
crook·ed adjective \ˈkru̇-kəd\
definition of CROOKED
1: not straight <a crooked road> <your tie is crooked>
2: dishonest <a crooked election> <crooked politicians>
Filed under: adds, au, chrihanna, songs for lovers | Tags: au!chrianna, chris x rih, christopher robyn, christopherrobynverse, otp: sing a little song for me, sfl x 1, songs for lovers
a/n, straight, simple, and to the point: this is au!chrianna, alternate universe for those who don’t know what AU stands for. this is ultimately an idea i can’t shake from my thoughts and for the time being, so I won’t limit the chapter count because I know 9/10 i’ll get out of control. i haven’t seen this particular role taken for these two as characters at all, but by all means, i hope you guys enjoy this turn it’ll take.
it’ll be worth it, i promise.
1 | ain’t no mountain high enough
“C’mon, you can’t honestly stand there and tell me this doesn’t have you utterly fucking terrified.” Her green eyes glare at him, and for a minute, a bit of fear rips through him, but it gets swallowed down by his excitement.
Maybe he should be scared. He’s only seventeen, with his whole life ahead of him.
He’s seventeen years old, and the girl next to him, only eighteen for the last four hours, is just as nervous as he is about the pending events that could change their lives forever. It hasn’t taken long, but their time together as a couple, a duo, a true team in all aspects of the word, has finally reached a point to where it’s time to put up or shut up.
If there’s anything he’s mastered since bumping into her on the first day of fifth grade at PS 241, it’s handling her freak outs. This particular worry however, seems to be a little more important than just knocking her books out of her hand and spilling juice on her new white penny loafers. (more…)