j a lil collection of short stories with you and x that can be
-sad
-freaky (yeth mam we like those)
-romantic
-funny
-cute/soft
-suspenseful
-violent
also includinggggggg;
boyxboy smut, and soft boyxboy stories..! (ski and x, other VR crew members...
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• (jah pov)
me and stoke been in the stu for hours now. we been working hella hard and with very little breaks, due to stokeley being such a damn perfectionist. he won't stop until everything, and i mean everything, is right. we been working on a joint album together for the longest and its bound to drop very soon so we doing any last minute work. i finished up my track admiring ski. he was writing lyrics from his phone and on his notepad but he wasn't feeling it. meanwhile, a nigga was tired and tryna take a break. so thats what i was gonna do.
"cmon nigga can we take a break now? my voice box dry as fuck." i say horsely as i reach for my water taking a big ass swig of it. stoke didn't answer or even bother to look up so i just went and exited the booth. as im walking out i see stokeley whispering over his lyrics making sure everything flows right but one of the bars is off. he realizes the lyrics aren't on beat and he throws a small fit of rage before throwing his phone down in frustration. this nigga so ode.
"FUCK!" he curses as he puts his head in his hands sighing deeply. "I don't got time to be rewriting shit yo." he says in a stressed tone. i don't get why he was bugging so hard tonight. he been so tense about his craft lately. sometimes it be hard to write bars but stoke been having trouble which is weird. its like he can't focus around me like he used to.
"I can help you." i offer. he looks up at me and tilts his head then scoffs sitting up heading to his laptop. "we got different styles jah. our flows different. lyrics different too, by a landslide." he chuckles now typing away and pulling up a different beat.
i roll my eyes. "cmon let me help you vro, you obviously struggling." i ask again now sitting by his side watching him look through the large endless file of beats.
he sighs in defeat, giving full mercy. he stops searching for beats and sits for a second before closing his computer giving me his full attention.
"ight fine. but we brainstorming together. and im taking full creds." he chuckles as he started pulling out his notepad setting it on the table in front of us.
he scoots quite closer to me, now touching knee's with me. the way we was sitting it looked like 2 love bird teens studying together actin all shy n shit. almost like in those corny ass movies and tv shows. it felt kinda awkward. every now n then as we wrote scrap ideas he would glance at me and id glance at him as if we were both staring trying to not get caught.
