────────────────────────────────────── "Every time she pushed me away, it felt like I was stepping closer to understanding her-maybe more than I wanted to. But when she pulled me in, I couldn't resist." ────────────────────────────────────── This story is GXG || Intersex ────────────────────────────────────── TW | This story includes: •Abuse •PTSD •Slurs •Alcohol, Smoking, Drugs •Language •Detailed Sexual Content

Hate. Resentment. Bitterness. These were the only words Ramona and Oona had ever needed to describe whatever this was between them. Ramona would say it started the day she left. No goodbye, no explanation, just an empty room and a year of silence. She told herself it didn't matter, that leaving was the right call, that Oona was better off forgetting her name entirely. Oona doesn't need convincing. She's spent a year convincing herself she's over it, that Ramona is nothing more than a mistake she made once and buried. Yet somehow, being back on this island with her feels like picking at a wound that never actually closed. To make things worse, Oona's past isn't done with her either. Her ex is back too, the one relationship that actually meant something, the one that lasted longer than anything she ever had with Ramona. Now she's caught between the two, one who broke her slowly and one who broke her all at once. Ramona and Oona tell everyone, and themselves, that they can't stand each other. Every room they're forced to share turns into a fight. Every fight ends somewhere neither of them wants to admit out loud. They loathe each other. That's what they keep saying. But there is one thing they can't control. The heart wants what it wants.

Caitlyn Kiramman never cared for backstage passes or band obsessions. A quiet photography student with a sharp eye and a quieter voice, she preferred shooting stillness over spectacle, until she's selected to join the internationally adored rock band Impulse for a two-week tour as their behind-the-scenes documentarian. She expects noise, chaos, and late nights. She doesn't expect Vi - the band's inked-up, playfully flirtatious guitarist who commands every room without trying. Nor does she expect the slow unraveling of herself, her silence, or the lies she's told to survive her relationship with Nick, the older boyfriend who never yells but always wounds. As the tour pulses forward, lit by neon, shaped by sound, shadowed by secrets, Caitlyn learns that love doesn't have to feel like fear, and sometimes, the lens captures more than you're ready to see. A story about music, manipulation, and the kind of intimacy that burns slow and bright. *Art cover by Tamias栗 on ArtStation.

"Two months." Lara blinked. "Two months what?" Megan's smile turned sharp. "Bet you in two months she'll be naked in my bed." -- mention of SA underage drinking no smut | sorry |

Karina has always been like this. Even as a kid. Too charming. Too easy with people. Winter followed her everywhere back then. She still does now. They grew up together. Same neighborhood. Same schools. Shared beds during sleepovers because neither of them wanted to sleep alone. Winter fell in love somewhere in between. She never said it out loud. She never stopped. Karina never belonged to anyone. She flirted without meaning to. Smiled like it didn't matter. Winter noticed. She always noticed. Now they're adults. Roommates. Best friends. Karina comes home late most nights. Talking about clubs. About girls and guys whose names Winter pretends not to remember. "It wasn't serious," Karina always says. She doesn't do relationships. She never has. She's loved Karina for years without asking for anything back. Karina trusts her completely. Assumes Winter will always stay. This is a slow-burn story about loving someone quietly, choosing someone out loud, and learning that staying-when done right-isn't a sacrifice. It's a choice.

"You aren't supposed to be here." the woman tells her. "Is your name on this damn bridge?" Vi bites back, not yet opening her eyes to regain focus. "I'm sorry but I really need this bridge to be alone and...if you could please leave, I'd appreciate it." the woman says, an accent so thick it might as well have clogged her throat. That's it. Vi opens her eyes and turns her head to get a good look at her. "Listen here you-" the words got caught in her throat at that moment, her initial thought and insult that sat on the tip of her tongue. Her grip on the railing unconsciously softened, unaware of how the tension had slowly started to slip away. The woman was so beautiful, Vi almost didn't want to jump. - modern au: where violet, a tired bartender, unexpectedly reunites with a former classmate the same night she was about to take her life.