#holyxsins

[inexorcble]

@holyxsins​

“I have two weddings, a bar mitzvah, and a Bris this weekend.” Rubin looked at them, the sigh already on his lips. “What is it that you want from me?”

[lykkexliten]

closed // @holyxsins​

azra was so excited for the night jackie had planned for them, to the point where she’d even come early to where they had agreed to meet. just glancing around as she did wait. what she hadn’t expected in a million years was for the guy she’d just-- ‘dated’ showed up out of nowhere, and began approaching her, and before she could run away or even react. he hung over her, trying to butter her up, get back on her good side, and generally make her come back to him.  and she refused, over and over again.. telling him that she wasn’t interested, and didn’t want anything to do with him; ever..  that she’d moved on.. but just then, he grabbed onto her tightly , and pulled her against him, forcing his lips against hers in a kiss, one that she was unable to even get away from.. “get off!” she tried to yell, but his lips was pressed so tightly against her that it only came off all muffled, he was far too big for her, and she was too weak to push him off of her..

[brckensocietyarch]

{ closed starter | @holyxsins​ | connection: exes that still feel something or friends that want to be more but kris is currently taken. }

It had been really good bumping into the other whilst running errands, they were both in need of a catch up but seeking it out had seemed like something they shouldn’t do. So, when it happened naturally Kris couldn’t resist jumping at the opportunity, spending most of the afternoon by their side, eating ice cream and talking about their lives without any cares really surrounding them. That was, until they arrived at his apartment where he needed to drop some things off. “I want to invite you in.” He admitted in a soft tone, “But she’s upstairs sleeping and I’m not sure she’d been keen on us hanging out.” His girlfriend was the jealous type, especially when it came to the other.

[gothwives]

closed: @holyxsins​ who: ayesha, she/her, 33 (physically) true age unknown, ancient vampire/nightclub owner

“you’re not from around here.” not a question, but a statement, spoken as if it were as obvious as the color of the hair on their head. given her notoriety and the amount of time she’d lived in the area, ayesha had gotten to know— or, at least, know of— everyone within a fifty mile radius, especially those that frequented her nightclub. “to what do i owe the pleasure of your presence?”

[littlcfreaks-archive]

closed starter for @holyxsins

cyn was the only constant in his life - starting from when they were young and partying together to now when he was a mess and she had cleaned herself up. another gig, another night of too much to drink and cyn's place was closer than his. he used his key to open her front door, stumbling in with a laugh, "ah, shit." he closed the door behind him, knocking down a lamp as he did so, "fuck me." he knew he had to be quiet - she had a kid and he wasn't trying to wake him up. his drunk thoughts wandered to her son, the thing that had managed to pull her from becoming what he was. part of him wished that he had something in his life like that, the other part was thankful that he didn't because he genuinely didn't know if he'd ever be able to get a handle on himself. having grown up with alcoholic parents, he never would have wanted to put a kid through that. "cyn! cyn!" he was doing his best to whisper, but was failing.

[driptape]

🔒  𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘

" you spent a lot of time talking to that guy . . . what was that about ? "

[lovepctions]

——— closed for @holyxsins

it was their first official date, outside date, date in which they will be interacting with the public since their declaration. the nights they'd spent together were some of the most vulnerable yet confident paisley had ever been, but the stakes were higher now. she had more to lose. peyton was at a sleepover, coordinated perfectly. because she knew she wanted her own sleepover that night. she smoothed out the last of the wrinkles of the fitted red dress that hugged every curve of her body and admired herself in the full length mirror until she was startled by the sound of the doorbell. "it's open!"

[richspirits]

“  you  think  you  know  what's  best  for  me?  well,  news  flash,  you  don't,  so  stay  out  of  my  shit!  ” / @holyxsins