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a/n: sisters, i come with a peace offering of love, softness, & gay shit from a gay shit. mwah! also like hmm disclaimer: my writing style has surely changed since i've last written on here as i have been trying out many different medications for my mental health shiiit so like sis is a lot different up in the head & intrusive thoughts are definitely a struggle of mine so plspls if i go off topic or make sumn sound really weird, imsorryheckheckheck, i'm trying to better myself <33

Troye Sivan

A lilac-coloured flower we know as French lavender, I hold, as I press it down against your ribcage, your skin prickling up in goosebumps. You look up at me with those dark chestnut coloured puppy eyes, I see the moon reflect from your pupils and I think I'm in love. Your eyes, your thighs, your hips, and your lips, (jaden reference who???) I can't believe I ever let myself pull away from you. Who could miss such a beauty and exquisite mind. You lift a hand up to my cheek and brush the skin, gently smiling up at me. 

"Baby, what are we going to do about this weather?" Jacob asks.

I glance up at the starry night and lift my lips up, "It's flawless."

"But what am I going to do when I see this moon next... and you're not here with me?" I whisper, staring down at him with those sensitive doe-eyes I'm far too used to.

"Call me." He answers so simply, "Let me hear that pretty voice."

I sink lower as my cheeks flush pink, smiling down at him with my eyes squeezed shut in glee.

"Okie," I pip. He holds my face in both his hands while I hold my flowers against his skin, coaxing me to look down at him again as he coos at my display of softness.

"Look at me, angel." He muses.

I flutter my eyelids open and I'm sure my pupils dilate out of pure admiration for the boy beneath me, the soul I've locked myself with.

"Stay with me," Jake pauses, "Right here."

And he pulls a hand away from my cheekbone to press his cold fingertips underneath my shirt right above my heart that beats so hard. And it was all for you.

"It doesn't matter if we're two minutes away or two thousand miles apart, I'm with you."

And I sing between each kiss against his chest, "I'm with you, I'm with you, I'm with you."

He chuckles softly and responds back with a heartfelt kiss to my lips, pulling me up his body and moving his hand around to my back as he runs his fingers down my skin. I pull my bottom lip back just to press it right back down against his, our tongues soon finding each other as we dance along with the stars of the night. I'm going to wake up tomorrow and I'm not going to be alone. I'm not alone anymore.

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a/n: so yea i'm sorry for what you're about to read, but also, ur welcome. thank u <3

Jacob Bixenman

"¡Ay, papi!" Troye exclaims.

"Shh, darling." I smile.

Two boys, one meadow, a red gingham picnic blanket, the sunshine glowing down on Troye's pasta. yes. his pasta. I meant ass*. I'm high and hungry, sue me. Of course I was tempted into slapping my little doll's red and tender arse, but I think maybe's he's had enough after the spanking he got after pushing me in the river. So maybe things are getting more serious(ly playful) between us, maybe we need to clarify that over the last few hours the dom in me, the legend, Jumped Out.

Of course, not in a way that would break or push a boundary between the two of us and most certainly not to hurt Troye in a way he doesn't like. And trust me, there wasn't a single ounce of him that didn't want what I gave him, small little moans of pleasure leaving him from the beginning.

In time, I will help pull Troye's pants back up and we will head back to Troye's little home, but for now, we enjoy the view, the feeling, and everything about our unknown paradise. The soft music purring from his mobile, the hums parting from his lips, the batting of his eyelashes, and how he looks back at me dreamily.

"I really think that I love you."

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a/n: kinda an all over the place chapter but i promise i will get her goin' somewhere soon. i love you all so much & sister!! is!! here!!








a draft that didn't go anywhere:

"Sis Imma MotherFuck You Up"

okay no

i need help

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