bw/wm brats Series by Shaia Amouré

Hi, I’m Zariah. Yes, that Zariah - the black girl who thought takin’ free piano lessons from some bougie white couple in the suburbs would be cute and wholesome. Spoiler it wasn’t.I walked in lookin’ to learn scales and came out learnin’... something way more grown. I’m talkin’ older man energy, soft-spoken white woman energy, and me? Just a broke Black girl on a gap year caught between luxury furniture, lingering glances, and feelings I was definitely not ready to unpack... moreHi, I’m Zariah. Yes, that Zariah - the black girl who thought takin’ free piano lessons from some bougie white couple in the suburbs would be cute and wholesome. Spoiler it wasn’t.I walked in lookin’ to learn scales and came out learnin’... something way more grown. I’m talkin’ older man energy, soft-spoken white woman energy, and me? Just a broke Black girl on a gap year caught between luxury furniture, lingering glances, and feelings I was definitely not ready to unpack.At first, it was all sweet. A couple lessons here and there, a little “adjust your posture” and “keep your fingers curved.” But baby, when I tell you things got complicated, I mean the kind that make you question if you’re still the main character or just somebody’s favorite little secret.It’s giving age gap.It’s giving temptation.It’s giving “how did I end up here and why do I like it so much?”And no, I never actually learned piano. What I did learn? You’re about to read. iykyk. less

Okay so like… first off, hi. My name’s Amani Brooks, and yeah I’m that kinda black girl - messy, mouthy, extra, whatever. Nineteen, still stuck in Charlotte where white neighbors stay nosy and black girls stay fine. I ain’t write this to be cute tho. I wrote it ‘cause somehow, some way… I ended up gettin’ older man (in the best way) He was my enemy next door - this older, fine-as-hell white man with arms like lumberjack and eyes that look straight through you. Yeah, I hated him. ‘Til I didn’t... moreOkay so like… first off, hi. My name’s Amani Brooks, and yeah I’m that kinda black girl - messy, mouthy, extra, whatever. Nineteen, still stuck in Charlotte where white neighbors stay nosy and black girls stay fine. I ain’t write this to be cute tho. I wrote it ‘cause somehow, some way… I ended up gettin’ older man (in the best way) He was my enemy next door - this older, fine-as-hell white man with arms like lumberjack and eyes that look straight through you. Yeah, I hated him. ‘Til I didn’t.This lil story? Consider it your unofficial, unfiltered, don’t-tell-your-friend guide on how to get yourself a possessive, alpha, older white neighbor who got no business lookin’ at you like that… but does anyway. the age gap don’t matter when he is handsome like that.Enemies? Maybe. Lovers? Kinda. Obsessed? Absolutely.Amani less

Okay so like... hi. I'm Serena Whitfield, introvert to the MAX, and yes, I do overthink literally everything. My life's basically one big awkward pause button - still livin' with my parents in Atlanta, waitin' for college apps to decide if I even get to have a future. I got zero experience with boys, zero chill, and one very complicated crush situation... moreOkay so like... hi. I'm Serena Whitfield, introvert to the MAX, and yes, I do overthink literally everything. My life's basically one big awkward pause button - still livin' with my parents in Atlanta, waitin' for college apps to decide if I even get to have a future. I got zero experience with boys, zero chill, and one very complicated crush situation.All I ever do is draw in my sketchbook, doomscroll social media, and daydream about a life that doesn't feel like I'm on mute 24/7 innocent black girl. People around me? They be living. Me? I'm stuck in my room with my feelings, my fandoms, and my one real friend Destiny (shoutout to the only person who gets me fr).But then this white man walks into my life. Older. Hands dirty from real work. Voice deep enough to short-circuit my brain. And suddenly my boring little world starts glitching in ways I can’t even explain. Like... what if I’m not just the innocent girl anymore? What if something's waking up in me that I never saw coming?This isn’t your regular shy black girl story. This is what happens when an innocent girl catches feelings she ain’t ready for... and her world flips harder than a social media thirst trap gone viral.If you’ve ever felt too quiet, too awkward, too unsure to even want something out loud and first time - this story’s for you. Just know... once everything starts, there’s no going back. No cap. less