All the pretty stars shine for you, my love. Am I the girl that you dream of? All those little times you said that I'm your girl. They make me feel like your whole world. ☆ SEASON ONE - FIVE ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK janae watson x oc slight nicky nichols x oc I do not own Orange Is the New Black nor its characters, I only own my OC and her story.

Based on the little crumbs we have gotten of them. I have tried to captured their emotions in their scenes to the best of my ability as well as putting my own twist into their interactions. FEXI FANFICTION From HBO's Euphoria.

Azula is a drug addict just like how Rue Bennett once was. Though Rue has gotten sober and still attends meetings, Azula is quiet the opposite. Will them meeting be a good thing for Rue? Or will it complete come crashing on her. I don't own Euphoria or any of the characters. #1 on #rue #1 on #ruebennett #1 on #zendaya #1 on #Jules #4 on #maddyperez

Just like the title says (gxg) 😚 Lexi Howard Maddy Perez Cassie Howard Rue Bennet Jules Vaughn Requests are CLOSED 💬 I (try to) update multiple times a week✍️ Extra-long chapters 🤠 Correct me if I'm wrong because I don't know 😭 I'm not gonna write smut because I'm gay just not THAT gay (jk) 🥴 Anyway, I hope you enjoy this :) Cover by me as always 😼 © 2022 SimpleTimez

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

Is everything really soft ? @𝟰𝟰𝟰𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗹𝘃𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ©

"𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞."

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

Murda got ops in every direction, and Taya gotta adjust to loving a man who might not come home one night. The streets talk fast. One day you're in love, next day you trending for all the wrong reasons.

#𝙠𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙘 ••• Butterflies were going off in my stomach as the kiss continued the more we both got into it I didn't want to get too carried away but he was making it so hard to stop. It wasn't going to take my mama long before she started to call to know about my whereabouts. "Kay.." I muttered in between "I have to go". I picked up my purse and reached over to pick up his car keys before holding onto his hand since he not making any moves to leave like he won't see me in a few hours, the church is not that long as my mama had to find a church she liked and did not have long service hours due to her job this church ticked off all her boxes. I dropped his car keys in the palm of his hand with him putting his arm around me I felt him place a kiss on my cheek "what made you wanna kiss me?" "Been wanting to" he shrugged "Ion feel like waiting to make you my girl before I start doing shit". "Doing shit like what?" "Kissing on you, touching on you" he listed he should've been told me this "if that's some you'n want tell me. You heard?" "I can ask you some?" "Yea". "Why is that something you want if we're not together?" His hand went under my chin and lifted up my head to place a peck on my lips "cause you mines ma".