"Why are you mad at me?" I asked nervously, looking down. I didn't know it would make her mad that I had someone over to comfort me, i didn't want to call her so I won't annoy her. "Because Grace.." she said sighing "..I want you all for myself" --- Grace Rodriguez, an 18 year old girl that just moved to college. She doesn't have the best life, she suffers from depression and PTSD from things that happened to her in the past. Her high school years weren't good either.. She kept getting bullied by the same person. Rumors were made about her which made her lose every friend she ever had but she never knew what was the reason of that girl bullying her because Grace was always the quiet girl that kept a smile on her face even if she doesn't feel happy. Grace felt free when she finished her senior year, knowing she doesn't have to deal with her bully, Ellie Miller anymore but the unexpected happened to her when she goes to college.. Not only that she saw the person that bullied her in college..she has to stay in the dorm with her for the rest of the college years.. Intersex/g!p x fem girl This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -self harm/depression/PTSD -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -mention of murder and death -sexual harassment/assault

I bet we'd have really good bed chem. Intersex main character.

"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.