flavored smoke

sugar ❖ sehun (4)

❝You ain’t coming in my apartment if you smoke another cigarette❞

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genre : fluff, smut (i know i said that this chap would have smut, but this was gettin too long, so smut in the next i promise you), pretty huge age gap, kinda daddyish, ceo!sehun, angst


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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Epilogue


When you entered Sehun’s office you quickly noticed how it reflexed perfectly his personality, it was tidy, everything has its own place and purpose, not even the bottle of wine was there just for please the aesthetic of the office, everything was grey or white, it looked sad and that was exactly why Sehun and his office were equal.

Take a seat❞ he suggested showing you the big black armchair in front of his desk. With trembling legs you reached for the seat, sitting down with your eyes trailing on his figure.

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Odd Apples

How often have you found yourself skulking through a haunted orchard? Weekly, no doubt, if not more often. When you get hungry, as one is want to do while exploring dark regions, it is important to recognize what is edible and what is lethal.

Ghoul Delicious

A yellow-green apple with a slimy skin and a putrid odor. The inside is a bright, lemon yellow color with a texture similar to cold butter. Poisonous to humans but resplendent to all forms of undead. Ghoul Delicious apples are able to be enjoyed by both the corporeal and non-corporeal because the trees are pivot points in reality.

Feyburn

Possessing the unusual ability to sustain both the undead and the living, feyburn apples have a smokey aftertaste – indeed, if you eat two or three, and practice a bit, you’ll be able to blow smoke rings from your mouth. The exact flavor of the smoke depends on the other trees in the orchard, creating fierce rivalries in the odd apple industry.

Creature Crisp

Prized by hedge witches and folk who manage monsters, creature crisp apples are an irressible treat to many forest behemoths. Deadly to humans if eaten raw, they have been used for centuries to create novel poisons.

I wish we would stop making fun of vaping so much

Like yeah, the dudebros who do the whole vaping culture thing are kinda ridiculous and sometimes annoying, but there are so many good things about vaping! I don’t want people to turn it into some annoying terrible thing. When in reality, it’s doing so much good for so many people. If everybody vaped instead of smoking cigarettes there would be so much less second hand smoke, you’d never have to hold your breath walking through a cloud of cig smoke again, it smells 1,000x better than cig smoke, it doesn’t cause cancer, people can slowly wean themselves off of the nicotine until they’re completely just smoking flavored water and vegetable extract vapor, and it’s generally just so much better than cigarettes. My bro has a gorgeous singing voice that started to go because of his smoking. But he’s completely given up cigarettes because of vaping, and is currently also weaning himself off of the nicotine! So yeah vape culture can be annoying but I think it’s definitely something to encourage rather than discourage.

Kings and Queens {Chapter 15}

Summary: A Throne of Glass AU inspired by the Breakfast Club (1985). Five students come together for Saturday detention, and realize they are not all that different. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: Our story has come to an end. An epilogue will be posted soon, but this is the last chapter. I hope you all have enjoyed this story as it wraps up. I would love to know what you think! :) Thank you for reading, friends. 



Aedion

2:30 p.m.

My lips were numb.

Lysandra tasted of coffee and smoke, a flavor I didn’t know I craved until I spent an hour pressing my mouth against hers. Aelin and Rowan had gone off while Dorian was hard at work on the essay we had to turn in to Maeve at the end of the day, and I had poured my heart out to her. She had her doubts, and I understood, but I couldn’t walk away without the girl I had spent so long pining after, thinking she was too good to be true.

But she wasn’t. She was real. And she was there, with me, leaning her head against my shoulder and doodling in her notebook.

“Come to my party tonight.”

The pencil being held strategically in between her fingers halted. “Tonight?”

“Yeah,” I replied, casually. “You should come. Stay with me for a little bit…”

She wouldn’t look at me, but I could see the wheels turning. “I don’t know.”

I nodded, trying not to push too hard, trying not to sound too eager. “Come whenever. The house will be full, but I’ll most likely be on the porch or in the backyard. If you don’t want to come to the party, you could come after. Or before. Or tomorrow. Or –“

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