"If I were able to steal the key to your heart, I would only use it when it needs some love... but it's hard since we're apart-it's got me wondering." - If You Were Mine, Minova ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ In the flickering warmth of an old coffee shop-where the record player skips just enough to feel vintage and the air always smells like cinnamon and nostalgia-Arabella exists quietly. She's just a girl with chipped polish, thrifted sweaters, and a heart that loves a little too much in silence. Her days pass in a blur of steamed milk, soft indie music, and the same familiar faces. Until Sabrina Carpenter walks in. Velvet voice, honeyed eyes, famous smile-the kind of girl who belongs on billboards, not in a place like The Violet Hour. But she returns. Again and again. And Arabella starts to wonder if maybe the universe isn't as cruel as it seems. They speak in glances at first, in scribbled lyrics on receipts, in fingers that brush too long when coffee is handed over. Time slows. The air shifts. It's soft, but it's burning. And somewhere between espresso shots and midnight rain, Arabella falls-not just for Sabrina, but for the idea that maybe she could be someone's muse too. ༄ a story of slow touches, aching tension, & everything unsaid. ༄ a little broken, a little brave. ✦ content warnings: 18+ - smut, heavy yearning, soft cussing, public teasing, artistic angst, and just enough heartbreak to make the sweetness sting. ✧ aesthetic moodboard: ❝ foggy glass / lipstick on collars / tangled headphones / journal pages with hearts / whispered secrets / candlelight & cigarettes ❞ ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ "If I could go outside and take you out, we could talk all night-you're all I think about." - If You Were Mine, Minova ✧ a tender storm dressed in flannel and stardust.

"I don't even know if I'm mad at you... or at myself for still caring." When Emily (22) walks into Claudia Sulewski's birthday party, the last person she expects to see is Billie Eilish - the girl she once loved and the reason she hasn't written a real song since they were seventeen. Billie looks different now: brown hair, storm-blue eyes, and a gaze so cold it could burn. They haven't spoken in five years. They were once everything to each other - best friends turned almost lovers - but something tore them apart before either of them had the guts to say how they really felt. Now, surrounded by mutual friends, reckless parties, intense games, and late-night confessions, Emily and Billie are forced back into each other's orbit. Billie pretends she hates her. Emily pretends she's moved on. But the truth? They're still in love - and neither of them knows how to handle it. Jealousy burns. Memories return. And in the chaos of rooftop nights, secret glances, and dangerously honest dares, the past and present begin to collide. This is not a reunion. This is unfinished business 🥉at #billie

"Four like the number?" "No like the letter." "Haven't I told you to shut your damn mouth, Stiff?" "You did. And I told you that my name is Tessa." "Have you enjoyed my misery enough yet?", "Well, I believed you'd pass out after four laps, so...no." -------*--------- fem OCx Eric Coutler

Selena Hart was a simple woman who never dreamed of being rich. She had a comfortable life, working as a college professor and living in her one bedroom with her cat. She loved the idea of romance, but never has she found it, but when she does can she handle it? Manson Panser is a man who is the definition of dominance. He doesn't take any form of the word no and he refuses to back down when a challenge comes to him. When he meets his neighbor for the first time never has he met such a beautiful challenge, but will she accept him and his love for BDSM? Or will she turn tail and run?

Chantal is closed off, she's guarded, she hides her secrets and she hides herself from anyone and everyone. But she can't help herself with Hermione, she can't help but smile and let down her guard around the girl she loves. [I do not share the views of J.K. Rowling, nor do I condone them. The Wizarding World of Harry Potter is something I, and many of you, grew up with, and while I recognize that these books were shaped by her prejudices and biases, my aim with my narratives is to add a little more representation and magic into these stories that we are now taking back.]

Melody Star, the pampered princess from the famous Star family feels like she's suffocating on the rules and expectations her family has towards all of the star children. Wanting to throw away the heels, she's ready to trade them for a set of wheels driven by a man who knows nothing but breaking the law and getting away with it. Shadow, the VP of the Poison Vipers, is a man who wants nothing to do with anything pure and white. Yet he couldn't help but look at the blinding white star named Melody. Just how will these two get along?

When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.

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