⊹ ◯ ༚.° NIYAH. she/her. black. lesbian. cali to my bones. capricorn. twenty. erykah enthusiast. lover of women's basketball. always on aux. founder of Sluts4KK™️. pazzi love child.
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goat we miss you and looking down fic hope you doing well 🙏🏽💙
im herreeeee bruh lmfao😭
ya'll may not get a chapter but my juju oneshot is coming out and you can always ttm in my inbox or message me directly. y'all act like i be abandoning y'all LMFAO
niyah speaks: i only have one more part to write for all fours soooo heres a 1.2k wc snippet until tomorrow nightttt
she'd grown accustomed to juju dismissing her. it was their Thing. but zara knew who juju was. she knew she hated being perceived, but she loved quiet, private attention. she figured out that juju wasn't an objectively good person after the sixth time they'd had sex. it was during that first summer, the night juju's AC went out, and she'd showed up to zara's house with deuce, a duffel bag, and the promise of a good time.
zara had been silently sipping from a water bottle, and juju was petting deuce, who had been laid blissfully in the gap of juju's crossed legs. they were tired and fucked out and trying to figure out what to do together after they got their nut off.
juju broke the silence, because of course she did. "ion usually do shit like this."
zara looked up from her phone, then slowly turned her head and gave the woman she'd just put through the mattress the nastiest duh, bitch face she could manage.
"yeah i picked that up when you walked out the first time without so much as a pat on the back." she rolled her eyes, sipped her water, and went back to what the hell she'd been doing. "'s okay. i'm not trippin'"
it wasn't a complete lie. her feelings had been hurt, but she learned her lesson and charged it to the game. her being another notch in someone's bedpost wasn't something she wanted to dwell on, still. she wanted to changed the topic, or better yet— just stop talking all together.
but of course, this was also the night zara learned she was was fucking with the lightskin yap-a-tron3000.
"i mean you don't really have a reason to." she said. "we aren't together. you knew what this was when you signed up for it."
in the quiet, zara heard juju sniff, and she felt the headboard rock as juju shrugged, and it took everything in her not to choke juju the fuck out.
"…which is why i said it's okay." she repeated, still not looking up from her phone. "i know how friends with benefits works, judea."
"we're friends?"
zara's fingers twitched around her phone, desperate for a physical release of the anger that was growing in her chest. she didn't understand what the purpose of the whole conversation was. she was doing her part. she'd fucked juju, she'd cleaned her up and made sure she was okay. now it was time to sleep. this was the part where they were supposed to sleep and wake up in the middle of the night accidentally touching. and juju was supposed to remove zara's arm from around her in the morning and slip out and that would be the end of it.
but juju was making it a thing. she was making this something to remember. why was she doing that?
"you wanna stay here or not, girl?"
she looked at juju's face then, searching for any sign of getting further irritated.
crickets.
"exactly."
so they went silent again until zara finally decided to sleep away that awkward feeling in her spine you get after being hunched over for too long. or maybe she just wanted the morning to come so juju would leave. regardless, juju still took the flicking off of the lamp as a sign to make shit all the worse.
"so…." they both were still sitting up against the headboard, but zara had started rearranging her pillows so she could lay down. "we supposed to cuddle or sum?"
zara very rarely allowed non-family to touch her outside of sex or a light church-hug. but that was because physical touch was her love language, and she hated loving people. but juju was shaking and begging to be held moments before. who says no to a wet dog?
she looked over to juju, who was scratching at her palms. "i mean… we can."
it wasn't immediate, but juju readjusted herself and threw up an arm so the duvet draped down like an awning, waiting for zara to slide into it.
she did. obviously. and if felt just the way she thought it would. but she tried not to think too hard about the fact that she hadn't been spooned in… ever and she'd been craving this kind of thing since she learned what the word desire meant. she just reminded herself that this was nothing, and that juju was kind of a bitch, and that craving arises from a place in you that is empty. that's all it was— all it could ever be. fulfilling a craving. an external attempt to feel whole. temporary. but water will always spill out of the hole at the bottom of the bucket.
she blinked, pulled herself out of it, and let herself settle into the arms of a woman she didn't fully understand yet.
"why you gotta be such an ass?" she didn't mean to ask, but she wanted the answer anyway, so she bit her tongue and waited.
juju didn't say anything at first. zara could feel her breathing slow against her back, rib rubbing against the knobs of her spine. juju wasn't caressing her, or making her feel particularly comfortable, but she wouldn't have survived that anyway. so whatever, that was fine. zara was perfectly fine with a still hand along her waist, and the bicep that would occasionally flex under her head.
"what's the point in pretending this is something it isn't?" juju finally asked. "'s not like we're dating. we're not girlfriends, or soulmates or whatever bullshit."
truth. she and juju had never been alone outside of their bedrooms, let alone on a date. truth. they were not girlfriends and zara had no intention of them ever becoming. truth. whoever zara's soulmate was, was not juju watkins.
she couldn't really be mad at the statement, even if the delivery was harsh enough for zara to taste bile in the back of her throat.
redirecting her focus, she let her fingertips dance over the back of juju's hand, mindlessly tracing the raised skin of her tattoo.
tears dry…
"you think soulmates are bullshit?"
another pregnant pause. another change in breath rhythm. another flex of the bicep.
"i think people get too caught up in the idea of someone happening to them. like someone is just gonna fall into their life and just be there. like we're destined to have this permanent fixture in their lives just because "everyone has a soulmate.""
"you don't think so?"
"i think soulmates are a choice." juju started from behind her, shifting slightly. her body language had changed, but her voice sounded the same. she gotten softer since they'd laid down. quieter, gentler, easier to access. "it's not some like… divine intention for us to have a specific person. but i do think we have the option to stick by the people we love. ya know? like we make decision— conscious or unconsciously."
"so you think love is a choice?"
no matter the response, zara would have understood.
humans are the only animal that considered their mates with so much conviction. she understood that at some point, a dynamic— a relationship— becomes a choice. but then again, she was laying uncomfortable in her own bed, wrapped in the arms of a woman subliminally telling her she feels nothing for her. and she wasn't there because she wanted to be.
"i didn't say that." juju shook her head and tapped her fingers against zara's hip bone. "if that was the case, i'd choose the easy route and get a boyfriend or something."
fair enough.
"no, love isn't a choice. we love people even when we don't want to— at least i do— but we choose to stay. even when they hurt you, or yell at you. belittle you, hit you, make you wanna rip every hair out ya damn head— we still stay. not because we love them— you can love someone from afar— but because we decide."
zara had a million point she could make. a million applicable arguments and rebuttals but she was too worried about the single question at the forefront of her brain.
do you like the show? i was only able to make it to episode 2…i wrote my friend a super long message as to why i couldn’t keep going with it. but please, i love peer pressure so continue talking about it so that i can pick it up again 🙏 i’m really glad you like it 💞
thank you for sharing omg. i really like it which is saying something because i usually don't like to watch murder mysteries or anything that makes me think lol. but i will keep talking about it!
here's my thoughts so far:
ciara is quickly becoming a fav of mine lol. i love a fem fatale idkkkk i think i'm just gay. i think the way she seems control of every situation, even in moments where she's slipped up (like meatballgat) she regained control. i'm excited to see what she meant by "people owe us for what they put us through" and what that has to do with her relationship with oliver.
OLIVERRRRRR bro what the fuck is going on with my by dawggg. i like him so far. i was thrown the fuck off at first but now that i see they're both Strange, i'm on his side idk. hes just a plethora of unanswered questions and also:
WHO THE FUCK IS IN THE BATHTUB???????? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO OLIVER'S BOSS' WIFE??? JANE?????
writing angst at 5am on no sleep while listening to homecoming by ethel cain after talking to my secret third thing.... y'all are about to be SO upset with me
don't take this the wrong way please but i always see you reblogging about games that day but you don't actually talk hoops with us and i was wondering why
oh you paying EXTRA attention
i do watch the games. as a cali native but LA hater, i'm a die hard aces fan and i hold space for GSV. i went to an indiana vs chicago game with @sydneysideup last season, and we were supposed to go to the allstar game this season but my pockets reeeaaaal light rn LMFAO
to answer your question tho ummmm when i first got in this fandom in 2024 i talked about the games alloooottttt especially bc i wasn't really writing at that time. but my whole lil friend group fell out basically because this girl made a comment about yana not playing that season or something, and i got on her bumper about it bc she just watched the box score, and obviously if youre gonna talk about something you need to KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOURE TALKING ABOUT??? (yes i hold grudges. yes i still got smoke for her.) and she got all mad and evb started harassing me and coming in my inbox on bullshit and yeah.
it traumatized me lmfao so this is just a girlalala blog now. and if you have specific questions for me about games, pls hesitate to ask :)
no super excited for this fic it feels like you and hcneymooners just feed off one another and only come back when she does
you said this to ally too and i don't really understand???
if you don't wanna read then don't. i feel like it's very plain and simple. like its a very solvable problem if you ask me. and to say we feed off one another when we literally just posted snippets??? you bitches wanna be cliqued up so bad but its not happening over yonderrrrr