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

❦ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙉.     𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧, a disciplined PR coach known for fixing the league's worst messes, is assigned to manage its most uncontrollable new star: 𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙖𝙙𝙚.   Freshly drafted and already drowning in headlines, Cameron is all talent and no restraint-brilliant on the field, volatile off it, and carrying more history than he lets anyone see.   𝙏𝙝𝙚 league forces a solution: mandatory media training, constant supervision, and a carefully staged public association designed to keep Cameron's career intact.   But when Monet's structure clashes with Cameron's defiance, the plan starts to crack. Boundaries blur. Truths surface. And what was supposed to be strategy turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them planned for.

"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.