TMZ gonna eat this upNeighborhood.
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The JZA
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Soapy
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Neighborhood.
he is fucking OP bro
he has this animation that he kept spamming where it triggers a step back that is unstoppable to contest
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Soapy
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Neighborhood.
Keshawn moved through the living room, adjusting the throw pillows on the couch for the third time. The Airbnb was decent, especially for Oklahoma City. Not quite home, but better than a hotel.
"How do I look?" Candace emerged from the bedroom in a cream-colored sweater dress that hugged her curves but still managed to look modest.
"You look good," Keshawn said, and meant it. He knew how important today was for her.
"Like you would say anything else," she smiled, but he could see the nervousness in how she kept smoothing down the dress. "Your mom's gonna hate me no matter what I wear."
"She doesn't hate you."
"Right," Candace moved past him to check the food, lifting lids and adjusting temperatures. "I’m sure they always thought their little boy’s girlfriend would be a rapper that raps about her pussy and shaking her ass."
Keshawn didn't have a response for that so he said nothing, saved by the literal bell as it rang.
"Here goes this fucking trainwreck," Candace muttered, but she was already moving toward the door, her smile fixed.
Keshawn's parents stood in the hallway, his father holding a bottle of wine, his mother eyes sweeping past Candace to inventory the house behind her.
"Hey Ma," Keshawn said, stepping forward to hug them both. "What’s up, Pops?"
"Oklahoma City ain’t too bad," Elijah said as he handed over the wine. "They got a real tough team, too."
"Thank you so much for coming," Candace said, her voice warm but careful. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Just water is fine," Loraine nodded.
"Coming right up," Candace replied. "Dinner's ready whenever you all are. I just need to—"
The doorbell rang again, cutting her off.
"Oh, that's my mom," Candace said, already moving toward the door.
Keshawn caught the slight tightening around his mother's mouth, gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
Her mother’s entrance was less subdued.
"Baby!" She pulled Candace into a hug, then immediately turned to Keshawn with her arms spread wide. "And there's my favorite son!"
"Hey Miss G," Keshawn bent down to hug her, her perfume sweet and overwhelming, her hands lingering on his arms as she pulled back.
"Look at you," Gabrielle said, her eyes traveling up and down his body in a way that made him deeply uncomfortable. "Tall, dark and handsome. Just how I like ‘em."
"Mom," Candace said, her voice tight.
"What? I'm just saying the boy looks good and he know it," Gabrielle finally turned to acknowledge his parents, her smile never wavering. "You must be Loraine and Elijah! I've heard so much about you."
Loraine's handshake was brief. "Likewise."
"Isn't this place gorgeous?" Gabrielle moved past them into the living room, her heels clicking on the hardwood. "Keshawn, you got good taste, baby. Real good taste."
"Why don't we eat?" Candace suggested, already moving toward the kitchen. "Everything's ready."
….
DJ's fingers were slick with grease as he pulled another piece of chicken from the bucket, the crunch and chewing loud in the quiet apartment. The TV played a football game he wasn't really watching, just background noise to fill the space. No count. No COs screaming. Just him and a bucket of chicken in his cousin's cramped apartment.
The couch sagged beneath him, springs worn from years of use. His cousin was gone tonight, probably at her people’s house eating real Thanksgiving food like turkey and stuffing and all that shit DJ couldn't be bothered with.
This was enough. More than enough.
The knock at the door made him freeze mid-bite.
DJ set the chicken down and wiped his hands on his jeans as he stood. He moved to the peephole, already knowing who it would be.
"The fuck," DJ muttered, unlocking the deadbolt.
The kid pushed past him without waiting for an invitation, a brown paper bag tucked under his arm.
"Yo, what you doing?" DJ's voice dropped low, dangerous. "I told them not to be sending nobody to my shit."
The kid sucked his teeth, already pulling out his phone. "Man, I'm just doing what I was told."
"Nah, fuck that," DJ grabbed the bag from him. "You don't come to where a nigga lay his head. That's like rule number one to this shit."
"Whatever, nigga," the kid was already backing toward the door, his attention on his screen. "Take that shit up with them people."
"I'm talking to you right now—"
But the door was already closing, the kid's footsteps echoing down the hallway.
DJ stood there for a moment, jaw clenched, the bag heavy in his hands. He locked the door, then the deadbolt, then the chain. The chicken on the couch had lost its appeal.
He moved to the small bedroom that his cousin let him use, closing that door too even though he was alone. DJ opened the bag and pulled out the brick, wrapped tight in plastic and tape. He grabbed the scale from under the bed, the sandwich bags from the closet, the razor blade he kept in his wallet.
The brick made a soft thud as he set it on the dresser. He cut through the layers of plastic carefully, methodically, revealing the white powder inside. DJ worked in silence, weighing out portions on the digital scale, the numbers glowing green in the dim light. Point-five grams. One gram. Two grams. Each portion went into its own bag, twisted and tucked. His fingers moved automatically, finding the rhythm.
The football game kept playing in the living room, occasional cheers drifting through the thin walls. Outside, someone was shouting about a parking spot. Car horns. Music thumping from somewhere down the block. But in the bedroom, DJ just worked, building his stacks one bag at a time.
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Vic's apartment sat in one of the quieter blocks near Crenshaw, not quite Baldwin Hills money but respectable enough. The kind of place where you could hear kids playing outside without worrying too much about what else you might hear.
"Baby, you need to relax," Eleanora said from where she stood at the stove, stirring the collard greens. She'd insisted on handling those herself, said she didn't trust nobody else to get them right.
"I got it, Ma," Vic replied, checking the oven temperature again.
Travis chuckled from his spot at the small dining table, already set with the good plates Vic had bought specifically for today. "Let the boy be, Ellie."
Vic glanced at him, catching the easy smile on the older man's face. He was a good dude, which was the most you could for from a nigga that was fucking your mom.
"Q just texted me," Eleanora announced, checking her phone. "They’re almost here."
"Good, good," Vic said, wiping his hands on a dish towel. The apartment wasn't big, but he'd removed as much as he could to maximize the space. The TV was on low, playing the game, and the whole place smelled like the holidays were supposed to smell.
When Quincy knocked, Vic opened the door to find him standing there with Ms. Yvette, both of them carrying dishes covered in foil.
"What's good, nephew?" Quincy pulled him into a hug, the kind that lingered an extra second, whose true meaning could only be known if you knew the whole story.
"Hey baby," Yvette kissed Vic's cheek, already moving past him toward the kitchen. "Ellie, girl, it smells amazing in here!"
The two women fell into easy conversation, and Vic watched his uncle take in the apartment, nodding his approval.
"This a nice spot you got going on, nephew," Quincy said. "They opened, what, last year?"
"About that," Vic replied.
Travis stood to shake Quincy's hand, and the two men settled into that comfortable territory men found when they didn't need to fill every silence with words. Vic returned to the kitchen, checking on the turkey one more time.
The knock fifteen minutes later was lighter, hesitant. Vic opened it to find Charlene with Little Malc on her hip, the boy's face already sticky with something sweet.
"Hey Vic," she said. "Like I told you, we can't stay long. Got two more stops after this."
"I know," Vic stepped aside. "Appreciate you, though."
Little Malc reached for Vic immediately, and he took the boy, bouncing him as Charlene set down her purse.
"Charlene!" Eleanora's voice carried from the kitchen, warm and welcoming. "Baby, come fix you a plate. You looking a little skinny there."
Charlene laughed, but Vic saw her shoulders relax as she moved toward the kitchen. Yvette was already pulling out a plate, loading it up without asking what Charlene wanted.
The apartment filled with voices, with laughter that felt genuine. Little Malc found his way to the floor with some toys Vic kept around for when Yesenia visited. Quincy was telling some story about some shit that went down at the market where he worked with Elijah, his hands animated, Yvette shaking her head but smiling. Travis had his arm stretched across the back of the couch, close enough to Eleanora that their shoulders touched, and she didn't move away.
Vic stood at the edge of it all, taking it in. This was his. He'd built this, created this space where people felt comfortable enough for it to feel like home.
"Vic," Charlene's voice pulled him back. She was standing next to him now, her plate half-empty. "This is really nice."
"Just getting by," he said.
"Nah," she shook her head. "It's more than that."
She didn't elaborate, but she settled onto the couch instead of heading for the door. Little Malc climbed up next to her, and she ran her fingers through his hair absently, her eyes distant.
The knock came an hour later, different from the others. Jessica stood in the doorway with Yesenia bundled against her chest, the baby's eyes heavy with sleep.
"Hey," Jessica said. "Sorry we're late. She didn't want to nap."
"No worries," Vic reached for his daughter, and Yesenia made a small sound as she transferred over, her fist clutching his shirt. "You good?"
"Yeah, I'm good," Jessica peered past him into the apartment. "Smells good in there."
"Come in," Eleanora appeared behind Vic. "Fix you a plate, baby. We got plenty."
"Oh, no thank you, Ms. Singleton," Jessica's smile was polite but firm.
Vic caught the boundary in her voice, the careful distance she maintained. They weren't together, weren't trying to be, and pretending otherwise only complicated things for Yesenia.
"You sure?" Eleanora asked. "It's no trouble."
"I'm sure," Jessica was already backing toward the stairs. "Y'all enjoy. Happy Thanksgiving."
"You too," Vic said, and meant it.
He closed the door and turned to find Charlene watching him, her expression unreadable. Yesenia stirred against his chest, her small hand reaching up to grab at his face. He caught her fingers, kissed them, and moved to the couch where he could settle in with her properly.
"Hey baby girl," he murmured, adjusting her so she was comfortable. "You have a good day with your mama?"
Yesenia just blinked up at him, her eyes starting to close again.
Charlene hadn't moved. She was still watching, and when Vic glanced up, he caught something in her face that made him pause. Little Malc had abandoned his toys and was pressed against Charlene's side, but her attention was fixed on Vic and Yesenia.
"What?" Vic asked.
"Nothing," Charlene said, but her voice was thick. She looked down at Little Malc, smoothed his hair back. "You're good with her."
"That's my baby," Vic said simply.
"Yeah," Charlene's jaw tightened. She pulled Little Malc closer. "Yeah, she is."
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The wine had been flowing for the last hour, and the edges of the dinner had softened considerably. Empty bottles lined the kitchen counter, and Gabrielle was on her third glass, maybe fourth. Keshawn had lost count. He'd stuck to water, his twenty-first birthday still a few days away.
"And then I told him," Gabrielle was saying, her words slightly slurred as she gestured with her glass, "Baby, if you can't handle this, there's the door."
Loraine laughed, the sound looser than Keshawn had heard all night. She'd finished the second bottle of wine mostly by herself, with Elijah nursing the same glass he'd poured an hour ago.
Gabrielle's phone lit up on the table, vibrating insistently. She glanced at the screen and her face split into a wide grin.
"Speaking of which," she said, declining the FaceTime call with a swipe. "That's my little friend right there."
"That’s what were calling him now? Your little friend?" Candace asked, her voice carrying a warning.
"Mmhmm," Gabrielle settled back in her chair, looking pleased with herself. "Twenty-three years old and fine as hell. Wanted me to come through tonight but I told him Mama had plans."
"Mom," Candace said again, sharper this time.
"What? I'm just keeping it real," Gabrielle took another sip of wine. "Ain't nothing wrong with keeping a young nigga on speed dial. They got the energy, you know what I mean?"
Loraine's laugh came out sharper than before. "Must run in the family."
The words hung in the air. Keshawn kept his eyes on his plate, pushing around the last bits of sweet potato casserole. His jaw tightened but he didn't look up, didn't acknowledge what his mother had just said.
Elijah let out a low chuckle, reaching for his glass.
Candace's hand found Keshawn's under the table, squeezing once. She took a sip of her wine, her face carefully neutral.
Gabrielle went quiet. She set her glass down with a soft click, her fingers drumming against the stem. The silence stretched out, uncomfortable and thick. Keshawn could feel his mother's satisfaction radiating from across the table, could feel Candace's tension in the way her hand gripped his.
Minutes passed. Elijah cleared his throat, started to say something about the game tomorrow, but Gabrielle cut him off.
"You know what I've always wondered," Gabrielle said, her voice deceptively casual. She was looking directly at Loraine now. "What's jail really like? I mean, is it like the movies? Orange is the New Black and all that?"
"Mom," Candace set her glass down hard enough that wine sloshed over the rim. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what's gotten into her."
"What?" Gabrielle held up her hands, all innocence. "It's just an innocent question. I've always been curious, that's all."
Loraine's face had gone hard, the pleasant buzz from the wine evaporating instantly. Elijah's hand moved to her arm but she shook it off.
"I mean, they make it look so dramatic on TV," Gabrielle continued, as if she couldn't feel the temperature drop in the room. "But I bet the reality is different, right?"
"Mom, please," Candace's voice was tight.
Gabrielle waved her off, then turned to Keshawn. "What about you, baby? You ever been locked up?"
Keshawn let out an awkward chuckle, the sound forced and unnatural. "No, ma'am."
"No?" Gabrielle's eyebrows rose. "Not even a little bit? Her last boyfriend, Trell, he was in and out. Thought maybe it was just a thing with young men these days."
"Fucking hell, mom," Candace muttered.
Gabrielle nodded slowly, a small smile playing at her lips as she looked from Keshawn to Loraine and back again.
"Huh," she said, picking up her wine glass. "I guess it must not run in the family after all."
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Caesar
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Neighborhood.
Not Loraine trying to be all high and mighty after doing a bid!
Vic up there putting on airs with Keshawn money
Vic up there putting on airs with Keshawn money
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Soapy
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Soapy
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Neighborhood.
Highlight Game: November 27th, 2026 - Paycom Center, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
(6-12) Portland Trail Blazers at Oklahoma City Thunder (15-5)
POR | 28 | 31 | 28 | 19 | 12 | 118
OKC | 19 | 24 | 25 | 38 | 14 | 120
Starting Lineups
Damian Lillard - G - Shai Gilgeous-Alexander
Shaedon Sharpe - G - Lu Dortz
Michael Porter Jr. - F - Jalen Williams
Keshawn Chase - F - Chet Holmgren
Donovan Clingan - C - Isaiah Hartenstein
G Damian Lillard: 11 pts, 2 reb, 4 ast, 2 stl, 4-15 FG, 2-9 3PT G Shaedon Sharpe: 13 pts, 8 ast, 5-7 FG, 3-3 3PT F Michael Porter Jr: 8 pts, 5 reb, 3-10 FG, 2-8 3PT F Keshawn Chase: 58 pts, 18 reb, 13 ast, 5 to, 22-35 FG, 4-11 3PT, 10-11 FT C Donovan Clingan: 14 pts, 13 reb, 2 blk, 7-8 FG
G Shai Gilgeous-Alexander: 33 pts, 5 ast, 3 stl, 15-30 FG, 1-4 3PT F Chet Holmgren: 25 pts, 13 reb, 5 ast, 10-22 FG, 2-9 3PT F Jalen Williams: 19 pts, 5 reb, 5 ast, 7-15 FG, 2-7 3PT, 3-3 FT---
(6-13)
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(12-7)POR | 24 | 22 | 22 | 40 | 108
IND | 25 | 32 | 27 | 41 | 125
POR F Keshawn Chase: 23 Pts, 11 Reb, 7 Ast, 3 Stl, 9-19 FG, 5-6 FT
IND G Tyrese Haliburton: 33 Pts, 6 Reb, 8 Ast, 2 Stl, 9-13 FG, 6-8 3PT
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(7-13)
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(10-11)POR | 32 | 44 | 36 | 37 | 149
SA | 33 | 40 | 13 | 26 | 112
POR F Keshawn Chase: 31 Pts, 12 Reb, 13 Ast, 11-16 FG, 8-8 FT
SA G Dylan Harper: 23 Pts, 8-17 FG, 3-11 3PT, 4-6 FT
SA C Victor Wembanyama: DNP (pulled hamstring)
Upcoming Schedule at Milwaukee Bucks (11-10), at Cleveland Cavaliers (12-9), vs. Houston Rockets (10-12)
Season Stats 26.8 PPG, 10.4 RPG, 8.0 APG, 1.4 SPG, 1.4 BPG, 3.1 TOPG, 51 FG%, 26 3PT%, 82 FT%