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thewintersbloom · 3 months

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my love mine all mine | dave lizewski (f)

♡ pairing : dave lizewski x fem!reader

♡ summary : like dave said, ever since you sat down beside him in that literature class, his and your lives have never been the same.

♡ warnings : none, pure fluff.

♡ word count : 2.9k

♡ a/n : hello, posting my first ever work on tumblr, it took me a while to write this out but it's finally done and im so excited to share it with you all, i lovee atj 🥰 thank you, happy reading and please do like, reblog and leave your precious feedback. ❤️

It's been a week since you've joined your new highschool, the nature of your parents' jobs had your family moving often so this wasn't the first time you're the new kid at school but it definitely wasn't easier. You walk into your first class of the day, Literature, looking for vacant seats and there is one next to the jock, Jaden and there's no way in hell you're making the mistake of sitting next to him again like on your second day of school where you had to put up with his tall tales, his narcissism and his absolutely cringe attempts at flirting, You made it very very clear that you weren't the least bit interested in him and changed seats.

There's another vacant seat in the middle next to Dave, Dave Lizewski who's apparently busy doodling something in his notebook. Deciding to take the seat next to him, you walk further into the classroom, feeling everyone's eyes on you.

“Hi, is this seat taken?” You ask him, smiling and Dave looks up with a jump, snapping his notebook shut, clearly not expecting anyone to ask for the seat next to him. The rest of your classmates snicker but you've long learnt the art of ignorance as you smile and repeat your question, trying to put him at ease, for you can see he's flustered as he adjusts his glasses, the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Uh, n– no. You can sit.” He replies with a small smile, shifting in his seat.

“Thanks, I'm ________ btw, the new kid.” You introduce yourself and take out a bar of chocolate from your bag, breaking it in half and offering the other to Dave as he chuckles a bit.

“I'm Dave Lizewski, thank you and do you offer chocolates everytime you introduce yourself?” Dave smiles, accepting the half a bar of chocolate.

“No, only to the people I like or feel comfortable with.”

You watch as the tips of his ears turn pink again and so does his cheeks as he looks down at his hands for a moment and then looks back at you, readjusting his glasses as his smile, adorably shy and warm, makes your heart skip a beat. His beautiful blue eyes lock into yours, taking your breath away.

“Btw, I know you Dave. I really liked the points you mentioned in the last class about Macbeth.”

“Really? I didn't think anyone was listening.” Dave responds, surprise very much evident in his voice and you wonder why because his points were really good, they helped you in understanding the topic much better and you remember applauding for him after, when he was praised by the teacher for the very same.

“Well, I was and they really helped me with the homework. It's just that we've never had the chance to talk.”

“I'm glad then and well, we're talking right now, aren't we?”

There was that adorable shy smile again, the one that made your heart skip a beat and you blush a little this time, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. Your conversation is interrupted as your literature teacher walks into the class and it's filled with the hush of quiet chatter and rustling pages as the lesson begins.

You try to concentrate as your teacher explains the Aristotle's tragic plot structure but every time your foot gently bumps against Dave's and your fingers brush against his on the table while taking notes or when he asks for a spare pen, the butterflies in your stomach has your mind wandering and you know he feels it too, evident in the way you both are flustered and look away shyly when your eyes meet.

You scribble on a piece of paper and slide it over to Dave, who reads it, a smile lighting up his handsome features as he writes something and then passes it back to you.

Wanna have lunch together?

Sure!

Lunch Break couldn't come soon enough.

Todd and Marty share a look as Dave keeps glancing at the cafeteria door every two seconds, checking his watch, adjusting and readjusting his glasses and toying with his food on the lunch tray.

“Do you think he's in love?” Marty asks Todd who takes a sip of his soda.

“Too early to be in love though, he just met her this morning but for sure, he likes her.” Todd replies, pointing his fork towards Dave who rolls his eyes at their conservation.

“I'm right here you morons.” He throws a piece of discarded napkin towards them, “Besides, there's no way she's ever gonna like someone like me. She's cool, smart, funny, beautiful and wayyy out of my league.”

“Then why do you think she asked you to have lunch together?” Todd asks, gently poking Dave with his fork.

Before he could answer, you rush over to their table with your lunch tray, placing it down beside his.

“Hi, Hi. Sorry, I got held up in history class, wanted to clear some points for the project which is due next week.” You smile at Dave as you sit down next to him.

Your arms brush and the butterflies from the morning return in full force.

“It's okay.” Dave clears his throat, smiles and then introduces you to his two friends and you to them.

“It's good to finally meet you, Dave hasn't stopped talking about you since morning.” Marty quipped and Dave kicked him under the table.

“Well, I haven't stopped thinking about Dave since this morning either.” You blurt out as you dig into your lunch but realizing what you just said, your eyes go wide and you cough awkwardly, reaching out for your can of soda.

“What?” Dave asks, eyes wide.

“What?” You ask, feigning innocence.

“You just said—”

“I–”

You know what you just said and you just wish for the earth to swallow you whole, like… that wasn't supposed to be said out so loud!!

“Because I have been–”

“Me too–”

You both try to talk but keep getting shy-er, the longer you look into each other's eyes when the bell rings announcing the end of the lunch break.

“Looks like we were right.” Todd speaks as he and Marty look at you and Dave with matching shit eating grins on their faces.

A week later, Dave is at the library, browsing through the shelves for some reference books that'll help with his economics homework when he sees you walking in. Ever since that day at the cafeteria you both have been talking, hanging out in between classes, having lunch together and have been going over at each other's places for study sessions but haven't really talked about what you both had wanted to say back then.

Taking a deep breath, Dave walks over to the history section where you were looking through some reference books as well. He catches a whiff of your sweet intoxicating scent ~ subtle hints of rose and sandalwood and his mind wanders again, wanting nothing more than to sink and drown in your scent.

“Hey.” Dave whispers and you turn around to greet him with a smile, that sweet smile of yours which has his heart skipping a beat.

“Hey.” You step closer to him, whispering as well. “I haven't seen you since morning and you weren't in class either, even Todd and Marty had no idea where you were. Is everything okay Dave?”

“Yeah.. Yeah, everything's fine, just got caught up in some.. stuff, you know.” Dave nods in response, adjusting his glasses as he shifts on his feet. He hates lying to you and knows that you won't be convinced by his answer, he wants to tell you about his superhero identity, about Kick-Ass but this was neither the right time nor the place.

“I was wondering if we could have a study session tonight to prepare for the big history test next week?”

“That will be perfect, I've been meaning to ask if you want to study together for the test, you can come to my place, my parents will be out celebrating their anniversary tonight, we'll have the whole house to ourselves.”

“So, we'll be alone?” Dave leans on one of the shelves, a flirtatious smirk on his lips. He hasn't flirted much in his life, so this might not work at all but he wants to try, for you.

“Yup.” You reach up to pull out another book from the shelf.

“We can do a lot more things apart from studying if we're all alone.”

You turn to look at him, a soft gasp escaping your lips when you realize how close Dave’s face is to yours as he stands with his arms crossed at his chest. The serene deep blue hues of his eyes sparkled in the soft rays of the sun coming in from the library's skylight, you wonder what it would be like to run your fingers through his soft dark curls, you wonder what it would be like to feel his soft kissable lips against yours, while his fingers draw mindless patterns on your skin.

Unable to accurately grasp the weight of the book you were pulling out, you stumble, about to fall down on your back when two strong arms wrap around your waist, stabling you.

“I’ve got you.” Dave speaks, gently plucking the book out of your hands.

You are pressed to his chest, aware of the rhythmic rise and fall of it, looking into the tranquil blue of his eyes while his breath fans your skin and the heat of his body has your mind conjuring up all the fantasies you've had about him.

Dave tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear as your heart feels like it would beat out of your chest,

“I’ll see you tonight at 7.” He smiles and you manage to nod, thanking him.

Shouldering his backpack, Dave turns to leave but then turns back again, places a soft, sweet kiss on your cheek and walks out of the library, his cheeks and ears an adorable shade of red.

You stand there for a good few minutes, one hand on your chest, trying to calm your racing heart and the other on your cheek where Dave just kissed, he kissed you. Dave Lizewski, the boy you've been dreaming about since the last few weeks, kissed. you. on. the. cheek.

You squeal as you jump, pumping your fists in the air and kicking your feet. The other students laugh and the librarian sends you a warning glare but you really don't give a damn, you are so excited to see Dave tonight.

Dave is running late.

He was supposed to be at your place an hour ago, but at the subway station, two thugs were cornering an old lady and a little girl, threatening them to hand over whatever they had on them or to pay with their lives.

The thugs were taken care of and by that he meant, tied to one of the pillars of the station after he kicked their asses. The old lady and her granddaughter were safe (something he had learned while escorting them to safety) and the little one had thanked Kick-Ass with a hug.

Dave now makes his way to your home, his superhero suit safely concealed beneath his regular clothes as he hears police sirens in the distance, wincing in pain with every step he takes. Though Dave has a high pain threshold due to his damaged nerve endings, he still has bruises and cuts and he's pretty sure both his elbows are scraped and bleeding.

When the doorbell rings, you run downstairs after taking a last look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath to calm the butterflies in your stomach before answering the door but your smile vanishes as Dave stands in the doorway with a busted lip, cuts and bruises as far as your eyes can see. He gives you a slight smile as he tries to move closer to greet you when he winces in pain and you rush forward to help him.

“Oh my god Dave, what happened to you? You're bleeding! Let me just grab my coat and then I'll drive you to the hospital. Do you want me to call your dad? I can call Mr Lizewski and he can meet us at the hospital.” You speak, trying to clamp down on the panic rising in your chest as you pull out your cellphone when Dave gently holds your wrist, shaking his head.

“Baby, breathe.” He smiles, looking into your eyes. The word of endearment from him coupled with his smile and gorgeous blue eyes calm your nerves a bit as you take a deep breath.

“It's not that bad, I have a high threshold for pain, remember? Damaged nerve endings?”

“It's not that bad? Dave, are you kidding me? You're bleeding! You have a busted lip, cuts and bruises, both your elbows are scraped and bleeding!” You point out the growing red patches on his shirt sleeves.

“Okay, that is bad but it's nothing a first aid kit can't fix. Trust me, I've been injured before and fixed myself up just fine.”

You have a lot of questions and Dave understands that, he wants to answer each and every one of them, wants to tell you about Kick-Ass and put all his cards on the table on the first date when he asks you out tonight, fingers crossed.

“Okay, but we are going to the hospital if anything's serious.”

“Promise.”

You dab a gauze pad in antiseptic liquid to clean the cut on Dave's forehead after cleaning and dressing his scraped elbows and you had to get rid of his favorite shirt to clean the wounds, much to Dave's unhappiness as he pouted a bit but nothing a kiss on the cheek from you can't fix which had him blushing, the tips of his ears turning pink.

“This is going to sting a bit, hold my hand if it hurts, okay?” You smile as you lean in to gently press the gauze pad to his cut. Dave winces a bit, his fingers intertwined with yours as you clean the cut and blow a bit of air to soothe the sting. He chuckles at the cute furrow of your brows, a tell that you're fully concentrated, something that he's come to know from your classes and study sessions together where he just can't keep his eyes off you.

His eyes then trail down your beautiful eyes to the soft curve of your mouth, lingering on your lips, the mole right beneath your lower lip and many a times he has had thoughts about you and him, hanging out after school, you're perched on his lap while his arms are around you, homework forgotten momentarily on the coffee table as you both can't have enough of each other's lips, your hands wandering down his chest, fiddling with the buttons of his plaid shirt.

Dave gently tucks back the stray lock of hair that has been testing your patience for the last few seconds.

“God, you're so beautiful.” He speaks, fingers gently caressing your cheek as you halt momentarily in your task, blink a few times and then blush, much to Dave's amusement.

“And so cute, are you always this cute?”

“I–” You're even more flustered now as you finish cleaning up his forehead cut and Dave laughs. Groaning, you gently let your head rest on his chest.

“Do you know how difficult it is to talk to someone you have a massive crush on? God, Dave Lizewski I like you so so much and all I do all day is daydream about you, daydream about us! You know, being a couple, holding hands, stealing kisses, hanging out after school, making out in your bedroom or mine.”

“Making out in the library?”

“Definitely making out in the library, I've often thought about.. you know‐ you pinning me against one of the shelves and kissing the fucking daylights out of me.”

“Baby, you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that.” Dave grins looking down at you, “but before that, I need to do something that I've been wanting to do for so long too.”

You nod, looking up at him.

“I like you too, so so much. All I do is daydream about you, about us too. Ever since you sat beside me in that literature class my life has never been the same. So, will you go out with me next week? We could go to the arcade you were telling me about, grab some milkshakes.”

“I would love to.”

“And I know, I know you have a lot of questions and I promise I'll answer them all, I'll tell you everything about me.” Dave adds, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Do you trust me, baby?” He asks, his thumb drawing soothing circles over your knuckles and you nod, staring into his gorgeous deep blue hues.

“I do.”

The kiss that followed was soft, sweet and full of promises for the future, one of your hands on his chest as you feel the rhythmic beating of his heart, the other tangled in his soft raven curls while his were wrapped gently around your waist, careful of the scraped elbows.

“So boyfriend, wanna order some takeout, do a Pride And Prejudice rewatch and then cuddle with some hot chocolate?” You ask, pressing a kiss to his lips before reaching out for your phone on the table.

“Would love to, girlfriend.” Dave smiles before leaning in to kiss you again.

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bunnylovesani · 5 months

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Miss Congeniality

Chapter 2

Content warnings: mentions of drugs, kissing, still PG but smut is coming in the next chapter

WC: 2.1k

“And the winner of National Miss Congeniality is… Miss Naboo!” The host’s overly enthusiastic voice boomed as applause erupted through the convention arena, all aimed at you. “Our new winner will inherit the crown, as well as a grand prize of 10,000 credits! Congratulations on the title, and well done to all the runners up.” He stepped aside, allowing last year’s title holder to crown you and hand you a boastful bouquet of rose lilies and violet orchids. You smile politely and give a graceful bow, making eye contact with your father, who’s proudly recording every moment with his camera before exiting the stage.

So that’s it. Your whole pageant career had been leading up to this moment. Years of slowly crawling your way towards a national championship and now that you’d suceeded, you didn’t feel any sense of joy and elation like you’d always imagined when you fantasised about this exact moment. You felt empty. Like winning the title was a given and you’d moved past it already. A spark of excitement was only ignited when you spotted a forlorn looking Ani accompanying your family backstage, slouching over the stairs while your father rushed to embrace you.

“Oh sweetheart! You were amazing!” He cried out, handing you yet another bouquet. “Nice work sis, you made mincemeat out of those bitches. I assume you’ll treat your favourite brother to a new games console with that cash prize of yours.” Jaden tousled your hair as you pulled away from his hug.

“You’re my only brother.” You rolled your eyes unaffectedly. “All the more reason to be nice to me!” He smirked devilishly.

“We couldn’t be any prouder of our little girl!” Your mother joined in. “And you were younger than most of the girls out there! That’ll give you an excellent edge over next year’s competition. We should start preparing for that soon you know- now that you’re a national competitor, we’ve got our work cut out for us.” She fretted over you, fussing with the front pieces of your hair that your brother frizzed up.

“Hold on mom, it hasn’t even been 5 minutes.” You muttered, somewhat knowing that you wouldn’t be on that stage again next year. Tossing your numerous bouquets aside while your parents thanked your pageant coach, you sauntered over to Ani, who was sat on the steps a couple metres away, heavy metal music blaring out of his scratched up headphones.

“Hey you, what did Jaden bribe you with to get you to come to this?” You playfully tapped his shoulder, trying to imitate confidence.

“Surprisingly nothing.” He chuckled, removing his headphones. “We’ve got band practise tonight and I need him to give me a ride, my car broke down.”

You tried to hide the disappointment that coursed through you with a smile, of course he wouldn’t needlessly come to one of your pageants.

“And besides, I thought it’d be amusing to observe bimbos crashing and burning their way through debates about world peace.” He sniggered and your smile dropped at his insinuation.

“I don’t mean you of course!” He jumps to correct himself. “You stick out like a sore thumb next to those girls. Both intellectually and… you know.”

“No, I don’t know.” You cross your arms and frown at him.

“Ah come on sweetheart, you know what I mean. You really gonna make me say it? You know you’re gorgeous, you don’t need a bum like me to tell you that.” He looks away, directing his attention back to his phone.

He thinks you’re gorgeous?

“Congrats on winning.” He says sincerely before an urgent beep is heard chirping from his phone, followed by an obnoxiously loud ringtone. “I, uh, I gotta take this. See you later, kid.” He scratches his head as he takes the first door out the hall and escapes into an alleyway.

He really thinks you’re gorgeous? You can’t help but let a stupid grin spread across your face when no one is looking. Somehow his puny compliment filled you with more dopamine than winning a 10,000 credit prize. Even though you were the one dressed to the nines in an intricate peony ballgown, you were mesmerised by the way he looked tonight. You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, but you could’ve sworn that his dark blue hoodie made his eyes sparkle and his lips look more pink. Is it true that a man’s lips are the same colour as his-

“Honey, come collect the money before someone else gets to it!” Your father interrupted your thoughts, beckoning you over to the chairman’s office. To your surprise, you received the full amount in cash, which had you contemplating where to store it, or once you saw the way Jaden was sizing the thick envelope up, where to hide it.

“You guys run along to the car, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.” You shout to your family as you pace up and down the hallway searching for the ladies room. Just as you’re about to enter, you hear a loud clamour and what sounds like a man groaning. Realising it’s coming from the fire exit door, you peek through the window and eavesdrop.

“If I don’t have my cut by tomorrow, you’re a dead man- you hear me?” A heavily tattooed bald man yells, holding someone up by their collar. You observe the veins popping out of his muscular neck and the sheen of sweat that covers his statuesque figure. You sure are glad not to be on the receiving end of that.

“Yeah man, I get it! I’ll make sure to enjoy my last 24 hours on earth.” The boy utters before he’s harshly thrown back into the metal bins surrounding him and your blood freezes once you recognise who the voice belongs to. Seeing that the man has left, you fling open the doors and rush outside.

“Ani! Oh my God Ani are you okay? Are you hurt? Should I call the police?” You fire questions at him, assessing his body for injuries.

“Go back inside, I’m fine.” He gruffly responds.

“I’m calling the police.” You proclaim, reaching for your phone.

“No! Do not call the fucking police. I can handle it.” He bats your hand away.

“Didn’t look like it when that guy was battering you! Who was he?” You bark at him, running your fingers lightly over the red gash smeared across his eyebrow.

“Jesus Christ, it’s fine, I’m fine! He’s, uh, an old friend. We had a small disagreement.” He glances down at the floor evasively and you instantly realise what’s going on.

“Don’t tell me that guy’s a dealer. Don’t tell me you were dumb enough to get mixed up with someone like that.” You stand up in frustration.

“It was just meant to be one-time thing! He asked me to keep a container of Narco-Mist safe for him while he was away, real simple task. In return, he’d give me 300 credits, I thought I’d be an idiot to pass up an offer like that! Of course, what I wasn’t counting on was that I wasn’t the only one who knew about its whereabouts.” He mewls, wincing slightly at your continued prodding at his wounds.

“So the package got stolen and now you owe the guy money, is that it?” You sigh, unamused and he nods. “How much?”

“Why do you care?” He rebutts coarsely.

“Just answer the fucking question.” You snap back.

“Too much to ever be able to find in 24 hours.” He glares into your eyes hopelessly. “I’ve made my peace with it, that’s what I get for being reckless.”

“Is 10,000 enough?” You stare at him blankly.

“It’s 7000, but I’d rather be pumelled to a bloody pulp by that guy than take money off you.” He snorts and rolls his eyes.

“Are you trying to raise my blood pressure? You’ll take the money and I don’t want to hear a word more about it.” You huff decidedly, reaching into your bag and taking out the allocated 7000 credits, before placing it into the pocket of his jeans. He stares at you in bewilderment the whole time, almost forgetting to breathe.

“Now come on, everyone’s waiting for us.” You offer him a hand getting up and he takes it.

“I, I don’t even know what to say.” He blinks dopily. “Why would you do this?”

“You just got your ass handed to you, you could do with a lucky break. ” You joke, trying to diffuse the tension in the air and he responds with nothing but a calm smile.

The drive home was a quiet one, your mind swarming with concern for Ani, followed by subsequent anxiety about why you seem to care so much. What kind of an idiot gives away so much money to someone they’re hardly even friends with? After thoroughly beating yourself up about it, you’re interrupted by the car grinding to a halt.

“Get out little princess, we’re home.” Jaden looks back over the passenger seat. “It’s way past your bedtime.” He sneers mockingly and you roll your eyes.

“I need your help getting my dresses out the trunk.” You huff, swinging your legs round and getting out the door.

“I got it.” Ani jumps up and assists you with carrying your pageant costumes to the door.

“I, uh, I just wanted to say thank you. And I’ll pay you back of course.” He stutters.

“Don’t mention it, I’m sure you’d do the same for me. Well, now that I think about it perhaps not but that’s neither here nor there.” You mumble out, chuckling.

“Of course I would.” He grabs your hand suddenly and you set alight at the contact. “I care about you, ya know?” His knuckles brush against your cheek as he admires your perfectly blushed skin. “I’ve been racking my brain tryin’ to think of some kinda way to show my gratitude but there’s only one thing that comes to mind.” He trails off and you gulp at the implication.

“And what would that be?” You feign innocence, desperately hoping you were on the same page.

He bent down slightly, placing his hand on your lower back before his soft lips brushed against your cheek tenderly. He treated you as though you were a fragile thing that might break under the slightest pressure and the attentiveness had you bucking your hips. “If you want me to stop, tell me now.” He whispered into the crook of your neck, proceeding to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, tracing down from your temples, down your cheekbones and to the corner of your mouth.

“Does it look like I want you to stop?” You whimpered, trembling with anticipation.

At once your lips collided and you were filled with the taste of him, of an intoxicatingly sweet but musky flavour that made you paw at him as he grabbed the back of your head firmly and deepened the kiss. You noticed the slight metallic tinge of blood emanating from the cut on his plump bottom lip. You couldn’t help but let a moan slip out into his mouth when his thumbs rubbed your cheeks, so starved of affection that such a simple sentiment had your head spinning. Taking the opportunity, you wrapped your freshly manicured fingers around his biceps, squeezing indulgently. He was even better than you’d dreamt about.

As he reluctantly pulled away for air, you almost winced at the loss of contact. “That’s one hell of a way to show your gratitude.” You giggled and he mirrored your smile, flashing you a beaming toothy grin.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time before tonight.” He confesses while nudging his forehead against yours. The car outside lets out a series of honks and you’re grateful for the interruption. It’s rare that you’re rendered speechless but if anything was going to accomplish it, it would be this.

“I gotta go, band practise calls.” He holds out your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Sweet dreams, princess.”

Once he’s gone you stand in the doorway immobile for several minutes, your brain satisfyingly paralysed and your body tingling. This has got to be the best night of your life.

Next Chapter

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crypticcozycorner · 1 month

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Why ace and aro activism is still needed (Cw//aphobia + one mention of transphobia which is marked so that part can be skipped)

These are all things I’ve seen said recently about ace or aro people. Many of these come from Yasmin Beniots Instagram account.

- people still believe that being aro or ace is equivalent to being a sociopath

-Still considered a medical disorder in many places

-In many places it is not legally recognized as a romantic or sexual orientation, meaning it can be harder to charge aphobia fueled hate crimes as hate crimes and conversion therapy for asexuals isn’t recognized as a form of conversion therapy

-the idea that an ace or aro person can be “fixed” by someone is still very prevalent

-ace and aro people are still called groomers (just look at some of the responses to Jaden animations coming out)

-people still believe it just straight up doesn’t exist

-religion is used to look down upon us as “our purpose in life is to get married and reproduce”

-people believe that we’re making it up because we “have no game/cant pull”

-the idea that aroallo people are predators or other things along those lines (especially towards aroallo men)

-people still believe that heteroromantic asexuals and aromantic heterosexuals are “just straight”

-people still believe that asexuality and aromantism are the same thing and erase the identities of aroallos and alloaces

-(Cw// transphobia) and one of the wildest theories I’ve seen popping up lately, which I literally can’t even put into words so I’ll just put a comment from Yasmin Benoit that an aphobe left: “After 9 years of pushing ‘affirmative care’ Stonewall needs a way of explaining young people who have no libido and cannot function sexually” or another comment which says “Frankenstein gender medicine damages or destroys sexual function. That’s why asexuality needs to be normalized 🚩”. Essentially they’re saying that transitioning ruins one’s ability to be sexual and that asexuality was an excuse made up to hide that.

People who deny the existence of aphobia are ignorant. I have had people message my mom saying she’s going to hell for supporting me. I’ve had queerphobes with speakers and microphones follow me and my friends around at pride screaming at us that we’re going to hell. I’ve had people time and time again try to erase my identity, telling me I haven’t found the right one, and other things like that. Just because the discrimination we face isn’t the same as, for example, what a lesbian may face doesn’t mean our discrimination doesn’t exist.

#aphobia #arophobia #acephobia #aroacephobia #aroace #aromantic #asexual #crypticcozy #alloace #aroallo

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s-sturn · 1 month

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𖥔 DAYLIGHT!

summary: when Y/N thought that love was black and white after the betrayal in her last relationship, but Chris in a Hockey match, makes her change her mind, seeing that love can be golden, if it's with the right person.

warnings: lil sad, but fluff!! mentions of betrayal, kisses & kisses!!

pairings: brunette!reader, fem!reader

masterlist!

THIRD PERSON POV

It had been exactly two months since Y/N had broken up with Jaden, after finding out that he had betrayed her.

The feeling of contempt that the girl felt for the blonde and the sadness she felt in her heart was huge.

She felt too insufficient, thinking that love was not for her, but it was beautiful, love was too beautiful. But all this time, Chris was there, advising her, helping her, Chris was always there for the girl, saying how amazing the girl was, and how enough she was.

Y/N felt safe in Chris' arms, just like Chris felt safe in Y/N's arms.

Now the girl was going to another of Chris' games, where she would meet Matt, Nick, Madi and Nate on the spot.

As soon as she arrives they all greet her, taking seats together in the stands, watching the brunette train. He looked perfect, with that helmet on his head covering a large part of his face, while wearing those sports clothes specifically for Hockey, where there was his name on his back and the number 3.

He wore ice skates and held a bat as he slid on the ice as if it were simpler than walking. He moved the stone throwing at the minigoal.

Soon he took off his helmet and was going to drink some water and rest before the match started, as soon as the brunette sees the girl, he gives a wide smile, going quickly to her giving her a hug.

Chris stuck his face around Y/N's neck exhaling his unique smell that he loved so much, causing slight chills in the girl's thoracic spine.

They moved away and turned to the other 4 people who were with them.

━━ Bitches, go to get a room! ━━ Nick said with a disgusted tone, when the others agreed.

━━ Couple, we don't want to hold a candle at the moment! ━━ Matt says making Chris and Y/N bleed at the same time.

Chris cleared his throat and started talking. ━━ I need to go play, guys, wish me good luck! ━━ The brunette said leaving the stands going to the ice field, but before, he turns around and kisses Y/N's forehead, now going to the ice field.

The game had started a few minutes ago and was 0 to 0.

Until Chris made the first point of the match, making all the fans of Chris' team shudder with happiness, after the brunette scored a beautiful goal.

He came to her direction in the rush, calling her quickly to the place he was.

She was a little shy, and when she got there Chris asked for the microphone and started saying.

━━ Y/N, I know how much you have suffered all these times because of the betrayal, which may still be recent, but I need to tell you, now, that I am completely in love with you, since I met you in the 3rd grade, where you forced me to play with your barbies even though you knew that I hated, and really hated it, but I loved the fact of being with you, being making you happy, girl, girl, you are everything I always wanted from the first moment I saw you, this can be tacky as fuck, but I am crazy about you, and unfortunately I never accepted it, after all, you know my extreme fear about relationships, but when I think of you, all this fear disappears, but the difficulty I had to accept that I love you, made it too late, and unfortunately you started dating a son of a son of a bitch who had the audacity to betray someone as beautiful, sweet and kind like you, he was stupid, very stupid, and I know the fear you have of being betrayed again, but I want you to try this for me, I want you to be my girl, do you accept? ━━ The sweet words that Chris said to the brunette, made her start crying with happiness and emotion, realizing that it was never Jaden, or anyone else, but that it was always Chris, it was always him, in everything, he was always there, and he always loved her, just as she loved and loved him.

Everyone who watched the game was filled with love with Chris' words for Y/N, everyone, including Y/N realized how innocent and naive Chris' love was, and how intense it was.

The girl just couldn't say anything anymore, she just hugged the boy waving that she agreed to be his girl.

Chris hugged the girl back, everyone applauded the beautiful moment, where he recorded the deep and beautiful love of Chris and Y/N.

They gave a kiss that conveyed love, a lot of love, a love so true, as if the two were soul mates, and no one doubted that the two were such.

Chris gave the girl one last kiss returning to the game, while Y/N sat down again with her friends, who played with her, and wished congratulations to the girl for her new relationship.

The game ended with 5-1, with Chris guaranteeing the last point of the victory.

The brunette returned to his beloved and kissed her again, he was addicted to the taste of his beautiful lips.

━━ You are mine, and I promise to show you that love is beautiful, and that you deserve to feel it, my princess. ━━ The boy said with a smile on his lips hugging her tightly.

━━ I love you so much, this was amazing, everything was amazing, you are amazing, I am so lucky to have you in my life! ━━ The girl says with a cute smile, and soon left a soft kiss on the brunette's lips.

Eternalizing their love, and showing that love is not black and white, but golden.

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Chlorine and Nicotine

Pairing: Jaden Hossler x Reader

Warnings/tags: Smut , Age Gap (reader is in her 30’s) tipsy hookup (consent implied) mentions of prior divorce, pregnancy, c section and children. Body image issues /self conscious reader . Mention of coopers death/fentanyl poisoning.

A/N: 5.5k words! This one’s for the self conscious and tired mamas on this app. Go find yourself a Jaden lol

You and your two other friends, Ashley and Liz, had planned the perfect getaway to celebrate your messy divorce being finalized: A child-free, 7 day, all-inclusive, 21+ cruise to the Bahamas. Tickets were purchased, excursions were selected, trustworthy babysitters were hired and bags were packed, there’s only one thing you all forgot…

“Is it just me or are we like the oldest ones here?” You ask your friends, looking around as you all board the cruise ship.

“Yeah, I noticed that too— seems like mostly college kids for some reason?” Liz responds.

Just then you all notice the banner on the side of the ship ‘Spring Break 2023’!

The three of you, having been out of school for close to two decades already, had completely forgotten this week was usually spring break.

“Ugh,” Ashley groans, “I can’t believe we forgot. I was hoping we could all get some much needed rest and a full night's sleep this week without our kids, not be kept up by a bunch of frat boys and sorority girls partying.”

“Hey, you know what? As long as I’m with you guys I’m sure we’ll still have a great time, even if they do keep us up. Besides you know the saying ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. When was the last time any of us got to let loose and party a little?” You reply.

“True,”

“Yeah, you’re right,” your friends answer in unison.

“Ok,well now that that’s settled, first order of business is finding our cabin, changing into our bikinis, and working on our tans while we sip margaritas pool side.” You instruct. “Let’s go!”

**********

“Whooof!” You exhale. “I’m getting hot. I’m gonna go take a dip in the pool and cool off real quick. I’ll be right back.” You head into the pool.

“Ash, do you hear that? I think those guys next to us on the right are talking about Y/N. Listen,” Liz says, keeping her voice low..

“— yeah the one in the yellow floral two piece… right there … she just got into the pool… she’s a total MILF bro—“

“Okay, I’m back, mmmn that cold water was refreshing. Did I miss anything?” You joke, knowing you were only gone for a minute.

“You did actually,” Ashley speaks in a whisper “Apparently you’re a Milf!” Liz adds.

“Says who!?” You laugh.

“Shhhh! Liz warns. “That little cutie right over there,” She nods in his direction. “The one in the black swim trunks.”

Descretly, you turn to see who your friends are talking about.

“Oh my god, I’m pretty sure I have jeans in my closet older than him! You scoff before taking another look. “I mean… he is pretty cute though— solid body, lots of tattoos.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you actually do,” Ashley laughs. Which reminds me we need to go shopping and update that wardrobe of yours, I haven’t seen you in anything but leggings for the past 6 years.”

“Ugh I know! It’s because nothing fits! It’s been 6 years since I had the twins and I’m still not back to my pre-baby weight,” you sulk. “Plus I’ve been so busy taking care of them and putting them first, I haven’t even had time to think about me. And now with the divorce and paying my lawyer— money’s tight. If it wasn’t for you guys paying my share of this trip, I wouldn’t have been able to go, and lord knows I need the break. I can’t thank you guys enough.”

“Aww you’re so welcome,” Liz hugs you.

“You deserve it,” Ashley says, patting your shoulder.

“Sorry, I’m being a negative Nancy. Fuck all our problems! We’re here to escape them and have fun!” You state. “Anyone else getting hungry, I could totally go for a burger?”

**********

At night, the pool area transforms into somewhat of a night club, with drinks, dancing, swimming and fun events— tonight’s is a singles lap dance competition.

“Good Evening,cruisers!!! The lap dance competition is about to begin,” the event organizer announces. “I need three single people to volunteer to receive a lap dance, raise your hand if your single and would like to receive a lap,” he shouts loud and enthusiastically as if announcing a wrestling match.

“Oh my god y/n! You should totally do it!” Ashley squeals, trying to raise your hand for you.

“No way, are you crazy?” You laugh pulling your hand back down.

“C’mon y/n, you’re single now , and when was the last time you had a hott guy on top of you?”

“Not within the last eight years, I know that much!” Liz sasses, wide-eyed taking a sip of her drink, and making you spit out yours.

“Fair enough,” you cough out after practically choking. “Fine I’ll do it,” you agree,the liquid courage you’ve been sipping on, helping to release your inhibitions.

“Alright, I just need one more volunteer!”

You adjust your bathing suit and raise your hand.

“ Ok pretty lady, c’mon up,” the DJ calls out. You head up onto the stage, your friends laughing, screaming and cheering you on. “Now I’m gonna need some volunteers to give the lap dances. Let’s start with this pretty lady right here,” the DJ motions to you. “Who wants to give this beautiful woman a lap dance?”

You look out into the crowd watching as a few hands go up. One in particular catches you eye, and you try to place why he looks slightly familiar, and then it hits you; it’s the young guy your friends overheard calling you a MILF earlier in the day.

“Alright, take your pick,” the DJ tells you.

“Him—the one with the dark hair and tattoos,” you point into the audience, before taking a seat on the folding chair on stage.

“You heard her, my man, c’mon up,” the DJ calls him to the stage.

He stands in front of you wearing his black swim trunks from earlier but is now also sporting a white tank top and a forward facing baseball cap. You can feel his eyes looking down at you, checking you out while waiting for the other contestants to choose their lap dance partner.

“Let’s get it started!” the DJ announces. “At the end of the song, y’all are gonna help me decide the winner,” he says, speaking to the audience. “Let’s gooo!!”

Sam Smith’s ‘Unholy’ starts bumping from the speakers and your tattooed partner throws his head back in a brief laugh at the song choice, before locking eyes with you. He wastes no time getting close; stepping forward so that both of your legs are sandwiched between his wide stance. With one hand on your shoulder he begins rolling his body in your lap, his free hand quickly grabbing his hat and turning it backwards so the brim doesn’t hinder his view of you. He glides that same hand down his torso over his white tank to its hem, bunches the material in his hand and slides it up, exposing his perfectly toned abs. You smirk, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight. He removes his hand from your shoulder and uses both hands to peel his tank off completely, tossing it down on the stage. Then he slides his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks purposely lowering them, his prominent V-lines on full display, along with a fuzzy line of hair descending from his navel. Your eyes follow the trail down until it meets a small patch just barely visible peeking out the top of his swim trunks. Your mind wanders, imaging what’s below—imaging what he’s working with. The trance you’re in is broken when he places one of your hands flat on his chest, inviting you to touch him while he moves in your lap. You let your hand glide down over the topography of his body, your fingertips exploring the hills and valleys of muscle as you go, stopping when your hand reaches the horizon where flesh meets material, even though your hand craves to continue its descent. As if he can read your mind, he pushes your hand lower, pressing his half hard bulge against your palm as he rolls his hips insync with the last ‘unholy’ of the song before it ends.

“Alright it’s time to vote. Let me hear you give it up for couple number one,” the DJ instructs. The audience claps, cheers and hoots. “Alright, a alright, now make some noise for couple number two.” A slightly louder roar of cheer and applause echoes under the night sky. Your sexy partner stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders as you both await your turn.“And last but not least couple number three.” The crowd goes wild with thunderous clapping,and high pitched whistles —your friends cheers the loudest of them all. “We have a clear winner here tonight, folks,” the DJ announces. “Winning by a landslide…couple number three!”

Tattooed arms unexpectedly scoop you up off the chair, running bridal style off the stage and towards the pool with you. You playfully shriek and laugh the whole way until … splash... he jumps in the water with you. When you both surface again, your hungry mouths are attacking one another like prey: desperate and determined. He moves forward in the water, pinning you against the side of the pool with his body as you devour each other— all lips, tongue, teeth and flesh. His skin tastes like chlorine, his kisses- a hint of nicotine; and just as addictive. Underwater, he teases a hand up your inner thigh and begins gently rubbing you through the fabric of your bathing suit. You allow it, encourage it actually—rocking your hips to press yourself firmer against his fingertips. You can feel how hard he is through his swim trunks and you opt to help him out, grasping his hard cock through the thin veil of fabric. You work each other into a sexual frenzy and it’s not long before his fingers transcend the boundary of your bathing suit bottoms, pushing the fabric aside and inserting two slender fingers inside of you. You follow his lead, sinking your hand into his swim trunks and wrapping your fingers tightly around him.

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s a complete stranger who’s name you don’t even know, or that he’s much younger than you, or perhaps even because no one besides your ex-husband has touched you this intimately in years, but you feel a familiar sense of heightened arousal that can only compare to the giddy exhilaration of your first sexual experience. God the nostalgia!—Back when just the novelty of making out, and touching each other was enough. Back when foreplay still existed, before the busyness of life and motherhood had you trading sex for sleep. Or swapping making love for quickies during naptime.

Every swirl of his tongue, curl of his fingers, and flick of your wrist has you feeling renewed, awake and alive again. You never want this to end but your body is chasing after the high it so desperately wants bucking against his palm while his fingers caress that sweet spot inside of you. As your orgasm begins to build, your grip on him falters so he places his free hand over yours, helping you stroke him. The feeling of your walls squeezing his fingers as you cum is so sexy to him that he finishes shortly after you.

Since the moment he jumped into the pool with you in his arms, you’ve been in your own world, oblivious to anything or anyone around you. It’s not until you start coming down from your high that the outside world starts to trickle back in: the music, the people, the sounds of your friends cheering your name. You turn to the direction of the noise in search of your friends, but a series of cannonballs by a group of guys momentarily blocks your view before you finally spot them. When you turn back after locating them, the boy is gone.

***********

The next morning in line for the breakfast buffet you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, sorry about last night. My name’s Jaden by the way,” he holds out his hand.

“I’m y/n,” you shake his hand. “What exactly are you sorry about? I may have been a little tipsy, but I remember having a great time.” You give a small smirk.

“Ok, good,” he smiles “I was worried I got a little too caught up in the moment and took things too far,” he admits. “But mostly I’m sorry I disappeared on you like that. My buddies almost drowned me with their cannonballs and I wanted to spare you from having to see me choke to death and squirt water out of my nose.” He laughs.

“Fair. You’re forgiven,” you joke. “Can I ask you something?

“Of course, ask away.”

“How old are you?” You brace yourself for the answer, but at least you know he’s at least twenty one.

“Twenty two, you?”

“Oh god, umm let’s just call it mid 30’s” you answer, slightly embarrassed, and worried about how he might react.

“Can I ask you a question now?” He asks.

“Sure.”

“I’d like to spend some more time with you today. Would you like that?” He asks.

“Wait, so your not bothered by me being much older than you?” You question.

“Not at all,” he smirks. “Sooo is that a yes then?”

“I-I dunno..” you're sure he just wants to hook up again , and you don’t want to give him that impression. Last night was just a heat of the moment thing.

“I just wanna talk, get to know you. Hands to myself this time, promise,” he replies as if he’s read your mind.

“Okay,” you agree. “My friends and I have a dolphin excursion during the day and dinner reservations at 6:00, so why don’t we meet somewhere around 8:00?”

“That works for me. Meet at the hot tubs?”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you then.” You answer.

**********

You head down to the deck with the hot tubs after dinner; bathing suit on and towel in hand. You know you’re going to be a few minutes early but you figure you’d get there before they get crowed. When you arrive however you see Jaden already in one of the hot tubs; his elbows resting on the edge, and a cigarette between two fingers. You know it’s a nasty habit and not good for his health but fuck - why does he look so good doing it.

“Hey,” you say, grabbing his attention.

“Shit!” He blows out a mouthful of smoke and ashes the cigarette out on the edge of the hot tub. “Sorry, bad habit, tryna quit. I wasn’t expecting you for like another ten minutes, thought I could sneak one in.”

“No worries,” you smile, stepping into the hot tub with him. “I expected there to be more people out here, thought I’d come early before they filled up.”

“Yeah, same,” he says as you scoot over next to him . “But apparently there’s supposed to be a rainstorm some time tonight, so maybe that’s why. Although I don’t really see why it would matter, like you’re in a bathing suit literally sitting in water anyways.” He shrugs. “So anyways, tell me about yourself. I’m guessing you’re not here on Spring Break too.” He laughs.

“Nope, celebrating my divorce actually,” you admit, holding up your left hand and wiggling your ring finger— a lighter band of flesh, where a ring once sat.

“Ooh brutal, sorry to hear that. Did you guys have kids together?” Jaden asks.

“Dont be. I’m glad it’s over. And yeah twin boys actually. They’re six. My moms watching them while we’re gone.”

“Aww, sweet” he smiles.

“How ‘bout you? I already know you’re here on Spring Break. Sooo ummm—ooh I know, tell me about your tattoos, do they have any special meaning or anything?

“Some I just liked, and some have meaning but this one’s the most important to me,” he points to a scrawling of repeated sentences that goes from his chest down his side. I got it for my best friend Cooper who passed away from fentanyl poisoning last year. I just didn’t know what say, didn’t know what to do after he passed , ya know, it’s like — “ he pauses a moment and swallows hard . “Fuck, I’m sorry. Let’s just talk about something else,”

“Sure, no problem. I understand” you say supportively, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The rest of your conversation is much more happy and upbeat —sharing your favorite movies, music, and books, where you both live and what you do for work. Also telling silly anecdotes about your childhoods, college life, motherhood and so on.

And then the rain starts; which you both agreed was no big deal but, unfortunately this rain is accompanied by thunder and lighting.

“Ugh, I was having a great time talking with you. Sorry the rain cut our little date short.” You say, sounding disappointed as you both quickly exit the hot tub.

“Is that what this was?” He smiles.

“Maybe,” you answer coyly with a shrug and flirty smile.

“If you’re okay with it, you can come back to my cabin and talk a little more, hangout, watch a movie or something,” he suggests. “But I totally understand if you're not comfortable with that. No pressure.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” you agree.

***********

“Shit, I just realized I don’t have anything dry to change into” you state upon entering his cabin. “And my rooms like on the complete other side of the ship. Do you have anything I could just throw on for now?”

“Uhhhm, sure,” Jaden looks around the room for something to give you. “Here you can wear this bathrobe,” he says, tossing you the white, terry cloth covering before sitting down on the bed.

In the corner of the room you turn, facing away from Jaden, put on the robe, and then descretly remove your bathing suit from under it.”

“What, no show?” Jaden jokes.

“You don’t wanna see, trust me.” You say, sounding down.

“Oh, but I do,” he laughs, but then stops when he notices you aren’t laughing too. Hey, what’s a matter. I’m just joking.I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable that wasn’t my intention. I don’t want you to think that’s why I invited you back to the room. You don’t have to show me anything you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that. I’m just really not comfortable in my own skin these days—haven’t been for a while actually. I love my kids to death but let’s just say pregnancy didn’t do my body any favors. You're young, you can have any hott girl with a tight little body. Why would you wanna see mine, it’s nothing to look at, I promise you.”

“I promise you you’re wrong. Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

You’re not sure what that consists of exactly, but you nod in agreement anyways. Jaden makes you feel so safe, and you could definitely use a confidence boost.

“C’mere,” Jaden leads you by your hand into the bathroom, and positions you in front of the mirror. “Can I take this off?” He whispers in your ear from behind you, as he places a hand on each of your robe covered shoulders. You meekly nod yes and he slips the garment off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you completely nude. You fight the urge to cover yourself but the look of awe in Jaden’s eyes as he surveys your naked body helps melt away some of your insecurity. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breaths against your our neck. “Now what I want you to do is look in the mirror with me,” he instructs. You flick your eyes up to the mirror meeting his in the reflection. “I want you to tell me what you see when you look at yourself in the mirror—give it all to me, the good, the bad, the ugly, then I’m gonna tell you what I see.”

“I see someone I don’t recognize anymore. I used to be pretty, but now I have crows feet by my eyes, and my breasts have lost the perky fullness they had before breastfeeding two kids. It’s been six years and I still haven’t lost all the baby weight,” You poke at your stomach. “And I have this C-section scar from when my body failed to do the one thing it was literally designed to do!“ You start getting emotional. “My hips are so wide now, and my ass is huge , and don’t even get me started on the stretch marks on my inner thighs,” you sigh, holding back tears.

“First of all, you ARE pretty, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. When I look at your eyes I don’t see crows feet— I see a million smiles and childhood summers spent having fun in the sun,” he says, making you smile. “That’s a million and one now,” he teases playfully. “Now, before I continue, do I have permission to touch you?”

“Permission granted,” you snicker “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to feel your hands on me again,” you admit, blushing.

“And my lips too?” He begins kissing slowly up the side of you neck, making every hair on your body stand on end with arousal.

“Mmmhm, yeah, that too.” You giggle coyly.

“And these,..”he continues, cupping you from behind, ��I see breasts that nourished two beautiful babies,and still look plenty perky to me, especially these nipples,” he rolls the buds between his thumbs and pointer fingers. “I love how erect they are for me.” He tugs on them gently before moving his hands to your stomach. “You don’t need to lose a single pound, all I see is curves and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not the 90’s anymore where women had to be rail thin to meet some ridiculous standard of beauty— all bodies are beautiful. And besides you don’t give yourself enough credit for growing two human beings inside you, this was their home for nine months!” He grips your soft belly tightly as he speaks. “And this scar,” he traces his finger over it, causing a ticklish chill to run through you at the ghostly sensation— you still don’t have much feeling there. “This is not a failure, it’s a reminder of how your babies were able to safely enter this world when things didn't go quite as planned.” Your eyes begin to well with tears again, not with sadness, but from the joy of a guy you met less than twenty four hours ago helping you fall back in love with your body and realize all its accomplishments. “And your ass and hips— fuck, that might be my favorite part of your body. Do you know how many women literally pay thousands of dollars to make their hips and ass look like this?” He rubs his hands over the swell of your backside. “It’s literally perfect.” He says with a firm squeeze. “And these—” he places his fingertips on the jagged pink and white lines on your inner thigh and begins to trace them upwards. “These are a map, leading me to where I wanna be the most,” he slides his middle finger through your wetness, “God damn you’re soaked and we’re not even in the pool this time,” he teases. “I think you want me here too, huh?” He begins rubbing slow circles on your clit, “and I mean more than just my fingers this time,” he smirks at you in the mirror before pressing his growing erection against your backside, and his mouth to your neck.

“Mhm, fuck—“ you moan, tilting your head and reaching back to run your hand through his dark hair while he marks you. “Mmmm, Jaden… do you… do you have a condom? I mean, my tubes are tied but—”

“I just got tested before the cruise baby—I’m clean.” He states breathily, before reattaching his lips to your neck, and pulling himself free from his swim trunks with his free hand.

“Okaay,” you moan. “I-I trust you.”

He slips in with ease; both of you releasing a shaky breath at the feeling. And while you haven’t exactly seen his dick yet, you can tell that it’s big.

“Fuccck, you feel incredible!” He nips along your jawline as he begins to thrust — one tattooed hand on your hip and the other, full of your breast, holding you against him so you can watch. He begins with a slow, gentle rhythm, taking his time to fully appreciate your warmth and tightness with each lengthy stroke.

“Ohhhh, Jaden!” You moan breathily.

“Mmmh yeah—am I making you feel good, baby?”

“Ss-so good.” And you mean that in every way- not just sexually.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to see how beautiful you look while I fuck you,” he rasps in your ear.

You watch Jadens thrusts grow more urgent, his hands more hungry as he claws and grabs at every square inch of flesh he can get his hands on. Because of him you’re able to watch unashamed, as your soft body jiggles everytime Jaden’s hips crash against your backside, the movement spurring him on even more. You’re able to see the undeniable desire in his eyes, hear the truth of his words.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy!” He grunts through clenched teeth, increasing the intensity and depth of his pace even more, as he grows close to orgasm.

You grip the bathroom counter in front of you and let your head hang down in overwhelming pleasure. With a firm but gentle hold of your throat, Jaden lifts your head back up to face your reflection.

“Don’t want you to miss the best part,” he teases.

And with one final thrust, he cums hard, filling you to the brim. The warm eruption triggers your own orgasm, splashing against Jaden’s pelvis and dripping down his tattooed thighs.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard before,” you admit after finally catching your breath, your legs still weak and trembling.

“I can believe that,” he laughs looking down at the mess you’ve made of him. “It was so fucking hott though…Shower then room service?”

“Sounds perfect” you smile, stepping into the shower with him.

The shower starts off innocent, with the intent of actually washing up and getting clean but when Jaden asks if he can help wash you, things heat up rather quickly. As he soaps up your breasts you feel something brush press against you and look down.

“Are you really hard again, already? You just came!”

“I’m young, I got the drive and the stamina to go all night if you want,” he smirks.

“I just might have to take you up on that,” you smirk back, reaching to grasp his cock. You give it a few teasing tugs before dropping to your knees.

He watches with his bottom lip between his teeth as you tease your tongue along the underside of his shaft , tracing the vein from hilt to tip. He lets out a low and breathy “Fuck” as the head disappears inside your mouth— the rest of his length soon to follow. He tastes of you, and the scent of chlorine still lingers on his skin, especially when you take him deep, your nose pressed into the neatly trimmed patch of hair on his pelvis. The same patch that was just slightly visible last night above the waistband of his low hung swim trunks. You remember the way your eyes followed his happy trail to it, your mind wondering what was below it. Now just barely twenty four hours later it’s been inside of you; first your pussy and now your mouth. Every bob of your head brings him closer, his pleasure building so much he can’t help but buck his hips, gently fucking into your mouth.

“Ohh, shit —Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He moans out, grabbing the back of your head with both hands holding you in place as he spurts down your throat. “Mhgmmmmmmmmm” he lets out a long and pleasure-filled moan, still pumping his hips in short stokes, enjoying the last tendrils of his orgasm before pulling out. “God damn, that was so good!” He praises your skills, making you blush. “Ok” he starts with a laugh “let’s try this again, shower then room service”

*****************

By the time room service arrives after your shower, you’re at it again, this time riding Jaden in bed— a position you haven’t been brave enough to do in quite some time. You’ve already cum and Jaden is dangerously close when you both hear the faint knock followed by “Room service.”

“Shit, don’t stop,” Jaden whispers to you before shouting to room service “Just—fuck, j-just leave it by the door!”

Another roll of your hips and he’s done for, eyes rolling back, chiseled body twitching under you, calling out your name as he cums for the third time tonight.

*********

“We definitely worked up an appetite,” Jaden laughs looking at all the now completely empty pile of dishes on the room service cart. “You save any room for dessert?”

“No way, I’m stuffed,” you answer.

“Well I did.” Jaden smirks pushing you back down on the bed, and spreading your legs, his head disappearing between your thighs.

“Ohhh Jaden …”

**********

In the morning Jaden wakes before you, he can’t help but watch you sleep, sofly swiping a single knuckle along your cheek as he admires your beauty. The sensation stirs you from your slumber. Your eyes still heavy with sleep blink open and Jaden’s face comes into focus.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Jaden says, his husk, sleep laden, voice sounding so sexy. “It’s just that you're even beautiful when you sleep.”

“S’ok,” You murmur, with a smile. “Gotta get up anyways,my friends are probably wondering where the fuck I am.”

***********

You put your key card to the door of your cabin and the door clanks open rousing your friends from their sleep.

“Shit, what time is it?” Ashley asks, squinting at her phone. “Ten thirty two, sorry we woke up so late. I think me and Liz had a little too much to drink last night. I hope you weren’t bored waiting around for us.” Ashley apologizes. “Have you already been swimming this morning?” she asks noticing you're in a robe with your bathing suit dangling from your hand.

“Wait!” Liz interjects, “That’s the bathing suit you had on when you left for your date with -with that college boy, what’s his face—“

“It’s Jaden” you remind her.

“— you’re just getting back now, aren’t you!! You spent the night!?” Liz exclaims accusingly.

The hue of your cheeks and your guilty smile give you away. You take a seat on the edge of the bed and wait for the slew of questions you know you’re about to get pummeled with.

“Oh my god, did you sleep with him?” Ashley asks.

You answer wordlessly, pulling back the collar of the robe, exposing the numerous wine colored markings that decorate your flesh.

“Jesus! I haven’t seen that many hickeys since highschool” Liz teases. “Ok, spill, how bad was the sex? I’m cringing just looking at your neck.”

“It was honestly the best sex I’ve ever had,” you blushed. “He made me feel like a fucking Goddess!”

“ There’s no way,” Liz scoffs. “How much experience can he even have.” She says with an eyeroll.

“Yeah I’m not buying it either,” Ashley laughs. “C’mom you don’t got to lie to us. We’ve all had our subpar hookups, especially when we were in college. Guys that age are all confidence and no skill.”

“No I’m dead serious, it was amazing!!!” You gush. “And not just his dick, but the way he made me feel…”

You proceed to tell them every detail of last night, from how he praised and appreciated your every flaw and gave you your confidence back, to just how good his dick felt inside you and how talented he was with his mouth and fingers. When you're done talking Liz gets up and starts walking towards the cabin door.

“Where are you going?” You ask perplexed.

“Going to find me one of these college boys” Liz laughs. “Does he have friends?” She jokes, making her way back to the bed. “Seriously though, sorry we teased you, that sounds amazing.”

“Yeah,” Ashley agrees. “I’m a little jealous— good dick AND body positivity, sign me the fuck up!”

“What are you guys gonna do when the cruise is over?” Liz asks, “You’ll probably never see eachother again.”

“Oh my god, that’s right! I forgot to tell you guys the best part! Earlier in the night when we were just talking in the hot tub we figured out that he only lives an hour away from us!”

“Holy shit, what a small world, that’s awesome.” Ashley exclaims.

“I’ll tell you what’s not small,” you smirk.

#jaden hossler smut #jaden hossler #jxdn #jxdn smut #Jaden Hossler x reader #jxdn x reader

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eomayas · 9 months

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ninety • dks

pairing: kyungsoo x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff. not a soulmate AU

synopsis: no matter how much you break his heart unknowingly, he can’t resist you. OR, kyungsoo sees right through the reader and ignores all of her red flags

warnings: mentions of alcohol, toxic behavior

a/n: mildly self indulgent! just been listening to ‘ninety’ by jaden smith lately and wanted to write something so kyungsoo

yn: soo

yn: ur my soulmate

kyungsoo: are you drunk?

yn: maybe! msybe not 🙈

kyungsoo: be safe, don’t drink too much.

yn: i miss u

kyungsoo chews on the inside of his lip as he reads your last message. he watches as the gray bubble appears, disappears, reappears, before it goes away for good. he wonders what you were going to say, if you were going to take it back and admit that you were drunk, or double down. he never knows with you, is always somehow both shocked and expectant of every move you make. like, he had no idea that you’d text him and claim that he’s your soulmate, but you definitely would text him that at 12:23am on a saturday morning.

kyungsoo doesn’t know how to feel about it, even though he knows you only say that when you’re lonely. you don’t mean it, to him at least, but he can’t help the twinge in his heart at the prospect of it being true. he thought he could get over you and your blast from the past, but he hasn’t been able to. it’s probably because he keeps entertaining you, especially when you get like this but he simply can’t help it.

with a sigh, kyungsoo removes his glasses and wipes his eyes before grabbing his dishes from off of the coffee table and taking them to the sink. he starts washing them, taking his time and letting the soap bubble up to nearly his elbows. he scrubs the bowl until it’s pristine like he just bought it, he does the same to the rest of his dishes until his phone buzzes in his pocket.

he doesn’t have to check it to know it’s you. you’ll text him insistently all night if he doesn’t respond in the next minute, but you two will be at it all night the moment he responds and he knows it. you’ll keep going, keep texting him into the early hours of the morning until you fall asleep and he’s stuck awake, waiting to hear the vibration of a message from you that’ll never come, not even after you wake up later that day. kyubgsoo is always stuck in a rock and a hard place with with you.

the girls from his past never left an impression on him like you have. even the few girls that came after you he barely remembers, only remembering a few details, like how one of them hated waiting in line and how another always put his dishes away oppositely from how he did it. you were much different than these girls, but that’s just it: you weren’t just some girl. you were an enigma that kept him up at night, that made him compare everybody else to you, to see where they differ or where they align.

yn: i mean it

yn: can i come over?

yn: kyungsoo!

yn: answer me.

kyungsoo purses his lips as he watches the texts come through. if he lets you come over, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to get you out of his head or his bed.

kyungsoo: you shouldn’t be driving.

yn: i’m ubering

yn: DUH

it looks to him like you decided on your own that you’d be coming over, and kyungsoo sighs, glancing around his apartment and taking mental notes on what he needs to be picked up after. kyungsoo busies himself with tidying his apartment, skipping over his room because he’s 101% sure that he won’t be taking you back there tonight.

you arrive quicker than he expects, knocking three times before pressing the doorbell once. “hold on!” he shouts, huffing out a sigh. walking up to the door, he hesitates with his hand in midair. you shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be letting you in. you shouldn’t feel so free to come over and disrupt his night like you are. but you’re waiting for him, and it’s all because he lets you. he can’t resist you, no matter how hard he tries.

leaning against the wall, you eyes flick up to look at him when the door is pulled open. you smile softly at him, taking in his appearance: black sweats, black long sleeve, and slippers. “where are you glasses?” you question, pushing yourself off the wall and slipping past him into his apartment.

“inside,” he mutters, shutting the door behind you and following you into his house. you make your way through familiarly, the smells, the furniture, everything holding some type of significance: the night he invited you over and cooked for you; the time he picked you up from a night out and slept with him on his couch.

you spot his glasses on the coffee table and take them over to him, slipping them into his face and gently resting them on the bridge of his nose. “there,” you say, your voice nearly a whisper.

swallowing thickly, kyungsoo looks down at you and hates the way his insides turn to goo and his brain to mush. he used to consider himself strong, mentally tough even, until he met you and knocked all of that bravado to the ground. he never acts right around you.

“i meant when i said i missed you,” you murmur, sliding a hand up his chest and hooking a finger into the collar of his shirt. kyungsoos nostrils flare as he reminds himself that he can stop this, that he can resist you.

“you’re drunk, y/n,” he says, softly but firmly, grabbing ahold of your wrist and letting it drop to your side. a look of shock passes over you face for split second before you regain composure, and perhaps control, of the situation before you.

“not really,” you say, turning around to take a seat on his couch. kyungsoo follows you and sits down next to you, a healthy amount of space between the two of you. he looks down at your hand resting on the couch, wanting to grab it and pull you close to him. why he cant get a grip, and keep you at arms length is beyond him. you’re everything that’s wrong for him. “i do miss you.” you say again, this time, with a little more aggression.

kyungsoo hums and glances over at you, his face eyes softening behind his frames. “do you miss me?” you ask, your voice soft and childlike. if only you knew how much real estate you take up in his brain, how nearly every last one his thoughts can be traced back to you. he doesn’t just miss you, it’s something much stronger that comes from the depths of his being, starting at his toes and working it’s ways up. he aches for you in ways he himself doesn’t quite understand.

rather than giving you a verbal response, he looks off to the side. you scoot closer to him and place your hand on his cheek, turning him to look at you. “soo,” you say, glancing down at his mouth and letting your gaze linger before dragging up to his eyes. his chest burns at the way you say his nickname. he didn’t even like nicknames until you started calling him that.

instinctively, he leans back against his couch and you take that as a sign to straddle him. kyungsoo furrows his eyebrows and puts a hand on your hip to still you. “what?” you question, frowning down at him.

“i’m not having sex with you,” he says, looking into your eyes. you sigh and slide off of him, pressing into his side. “you’re drunk. but we can sit here and… chill.” he says, looking down the slope of his nose at his lap.

it’s quiet for a few seconds, bedsides your occasional shifting. “can i kiss you?”

“friends don’t kiss,” he says, looking over at you. you tilt your head to the side.

“you really think we’re friends?” you ask kyungsoo, eyes boring into his. he stares at you, his lips parting.

so you do acknowledge that this, whatever you two have is something. he’s not imaging it, or making his feelings up—you feel it too.

“i don’t know what we are,” kyungsoo admits. the corner of your lip tugs upwards and you look down at you lap. friends is too simple, too far from what you are. he’s not your boyfriend and you’re not his girlfriend… lovers, maybe? except you’d never say the L word to him.

“well, we’re something. but you’re not my friend.”

and despite the fact that kyungsoo swore you wouldn’t make you way to his bed, you do. fully clothed, but in his bed nonetheless. he accepts it, finds his peace with it when you snuggle up in his side and mumble something about him being your soulmate again. you only say that when you’re lonely, he thinks, wondering who left you high and dry and for him to pick up the pieces.

#exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo x you #kyungsoo scenario #kyungsoo imagine #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo x you #kyungsoo fanfic #kyungsoo angst #kyungsoo fluff

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Tag Duel bios are so funny because they include so much dumbass trivia and a whole section on each character's love life for some reason? Trivia detailed below because it's SO funny.

(From Tag Force 2)

Judai: Apparently not only is Judai really disinterested in girls but no girl has ever hit on him before which is why Judai finds Rei scary ("It will be interesting to see how Jaden reacts to Blair Flannigan, who becomes really infatuated with him. No one like that has been around him before.") It's stated he's happy to eat everything. Not anything. Everything. Judai is an unstoppable gluttonous machine.

Sho: Honestly the funniest entry by far. Someone on this writing team just wants Sho to SUFFER and its lowkey hilarious. This kid exists to be in pain. Apparently he "tends to fall in love very easily. On top of that, he cares quite a lot about looks, making things even more difficult for himself." His favourite food is shrimp but can't stand spicy food. I don't know if this is a direct translation or a dub gag but apparently he changes his glasses on special occasions but nobody ever notices (lol)

Asuka: Asuka's crush on Judai is described as a mystery which is interesting. Apparently Asuka doesn't even know she has a crush on Judai which is so funny, I love you girl. Seeing Rei flirt with Judai apparently puts her in a bad mood. Apparently if she was to look for a partner, it would be someone who can put her mind at ease. ("More than maybe anything else, she needs a partner to give her peace of mind if they really want to support her") The bio makes a point of speculating whether or not she's good at cooking since Judai is Duel Academy's hungriest guy. She likes sweets! And healthy food and dislikes stuff with strong smells.

Manjoume: His bio is so funny. Like. So funny. The first paragraph basically calls him a tsundere (true). Canon use of bad language (whether or not this is cursing or just general Manjoume rudeness - LET HIM SAY FUCK!!!) He's described as being obsessed with Asuka - although not as infatuated as he used to be. Dude does NOT eat his veggies!!! He likes expensive food and hates vegetables!!! He is NOT growing big and strong!!!

Kenzan: Kenzan bio is really just contributing to sweet kid propaganda. I am a Kenzan fan and apologist he is one of my favourite characters. "Hassleberry stands out at Duel Academy due to his very muscular physique. Although he's probably very good in a fight, he's by no means a violent person. In fact, he's usually very kind and generous." YOU BET!!!! KENZAN IS A SWEETHEART!!! KENZAN NO.1 IN THE WORLD!!! He's apparently pretty fashionable, as on top of the bio rehashing that he modified his own uniform, it mentions that he would probably do the same to the Obelisk Blue Uniform. Which is interesting!!! Fun headcanon material! Apparently he has no dislikes but his favourite food is fish (another fishing enjoyer too)

Edo: This bio was the worst victim of dub translations as it reiterates the dub version where his father is kidnapped and not like dead LMAO. Other than that tho? Apparently he doesn't really show interest in romance since he was too busy hunting for revenge but now that it's been settled "Aster finally has time to look for love. It'll be really exciting to see he goes for it or not." According to the bio he's considered good looking in universe. His favourite food is steak and other meats.

Rei: Apparently Manjoume's entire room was just turned into a Red Girl's Dorm. Which is tbh. Hilarious. Not only did he get evicted by a toddler but his entire room that he stole his brother's credit card for was turned into a girls only space lmao. Apparently Rei is actually one of the best at dueling among the entirety of the first years (real I feel like people sleep on Rei's dueling abilities sometimes since she's. Yknow. Like that.) She likes sweet and spicy food.

Johan: Finally. Weirdo Johan propaganda. He's described as someone who's thoughtful but frank and says the craziest weirdest shit sometimes. His whole bio paints him as someone who's very composed but can be reckless or impulsive when he's in the heat of the moment or excited. Incredibly funny how the bio claims "Nobody knows what kind of girl he likes. If the right young lady does come on the scene though, we wonder if the Crystal Beasts will call a family meeting..." (LMAO.) His favourite food is... Bread stuffed with various unusual fillings. You know this guy makes the WORST, WEIRDEST sandwiches known to man.

Jim: interestingly, despite the game referring to Karen as Karen in Jim's dialogue, the bio calls her Shirely. More reasons why changing the name for the damn crocodile was so silly. We do not information about Jim's love life or favourite food in his bio :(

O'Brien: Not much is said about the non-Johan transfer students. Like. Nothing except information you could find the anime. Interestingly enough though, O'Brien likes cola and junk food.

Misawa: One paragraph. Mf gets one paragraph in his bio. Is described as having a good personality but isn't treated well by his peers. (I wonder why.)

Fubuki: "ALL THE WOMEN FLOCK TO HIM WHEN HE APPEARS!!!!" His bio also reiterates his friendship with Ryo and questions what it's like since "They seem like polar opposites"

Momoe and Junko have bios too!!! Although they're mostly described as growing apart a little from Asuka :( Although apparently Momoe hangs out with Judai's clique a lot. Junko on the other hand is influenced mostly by what Momoe does.

If I've missed anything, or somethings been lost in the English translation let me know! I love collecting trivia brbrbbr

#tag force 2 #ygo trivia #character bios

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yugioh-rare-pair-poll · 3 months

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Round 1: Poll 2

Propaganda under the cut

Pairing 1: Fusionshipping (Marufuji Ryou | Zane Truesdale/Yuuki Juudai | Jaden Yuki)

Propaganda: i love shipping judai with anyone else, including this ship, but it was however overshadowed by gx rivalshipping which was used to be my all time favorite. looking back to the gx fandom after my main hyperfixation (which was erm… yugioh gx) was replaced by smg4 last year, i want to move on from that popular ship and become a fusionshipper instead.

Pairing 2: Tomorrowshipping(Tenjouin Asuka | Alexis Rhodes/Jim Crocodile Cook)

Propaganda: They complete each other! Jim’s focus on the past vs Asuka’s focus on the future, Jim’s nature theming vs Asuka’s technology theming, the way their attitudes complement one another. Not to mention “Tomorrow Girl,” the cutest nickname in the world.

Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be consumed by darkness.

#Yugioh gx #ygo gx #Yugioh GX Rare Pair Poll #Fusionshipping #Judai Yuki/Ryo Marufuji #Jaden Yuki/Zane Truesdale #Tomorrowshipping #Asuka Tenjouin/Jim Crocodile Cook #Alexis Rhodes/Jim Crocodile Cook #GX Round 1

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mobiused · 8 months

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sorry i didn’t meant to imply that bbc was a healthier working environment earlier on, more so that they tried to project this image and so fans were under the assumption the girls were well treated (or if not well treated, at least not subject to the abuse they were) and that it has only been in more recent years (although to be honest i don’t know what im considering recent in this case, late 2020/early 2021? but i may be remember completely wrong) when the girls started opening up more about their experiences. i do really appreciate the examples you gave regarding the girls themselves sharing how much freer they feel at ctd, and i personally trust ctd more than modhaus any day.

No no no its okay no need to apologise haha I was wondering if that was what you meant anyway. I answer asks for both you the asker and my followers anyway so I want to cover all bases.

You're right that up until about 2020, international fans didn't really think twice about BBC mistreating them, which I think was an interesting side effect of their stan loona meme virality - and at the time not a lot of content that foreign fans could easily engage with so a lot slid under the radar. Hyeju mentioned the story about being forced to lose 6kg in a week first in 2019 on a FOTM episode, as well as crying in bed because of starving herself, but fans... didn't really seem to pick up on it at the time. I think it was honestly after I first answered the ask where I collated the jaden jeong imgur folder that people frequently refer back to now, and when the girls started speaking out more, when momentum began picking up. (I don't wanna sound like I'm taking credit here, I think we should all be grateful to team subbits who translate so much content that brought the mistreatment to our attention). As well as dieting, another instance that I think is forgotten about is the maknae line car crash in 2018 where the girls were forced to perform and do fansigns the day after, and a fansign account a week later suggested that the girls were, or at least Hyeju was, actually still injured/emotionally distressed from the crash - I think there's many orbits who don't even know they ever had a car crash. Hanbits have a habit of talking about mistreatment either on privs (which obviously wuebits would never see) or directly via emails to the company because they think negative press is embarrassing/shameful to the girls and don't want the girls' career to be associated with negativity so never made incidents like those a big thing - but I remember so many hanbit tweets complaining at the time - but back then the divide between wuebits and hanbits was even bigger, maybe because of the Choerry boycott misunderstanding, so again, it never made it to international side.

I forgot about this earlier, but not only do CTD not control what the girls eat, but the staff actively remind Yeojin to eat, as well as Vivi cooking for her, since its something she struggles with. I think that represent what kind of company they are really well.

#tw diet #tw car crash

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spinnydraws · 7 months

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|| Chapter 3: Mean girl. ||

Clover pushed the door open and walked inside, Host and I followed behind her.

"So, does everyone have a..." I hear the voice of a small yellow humanoid reptile, she has some resemblance to a dinosaur. She wore glasses and had buck teeth. She seemed rather startled by the door opening so suddenly. Everyone's eyes panned to the door as Clover and Host walked through.

"O-Oh...Dreemurr's...! We thought you weren't coming today!" The tiny reptile like monster said, she sounded as if she had mucous in her nose.

"Sorry...Mrs Alphys, SOMEONE overslept again." Clover replied, she gave Host a rather mean glare before looking back at the yellow monster; who's name was apparently 'Mrs Alphys'. Clover's comment almost made the whole class start snickering. Host glanced down in what seems to be embarrassment. I scrunched my face, how rude....I thought.

"Oh, that's quite alright. You both aren't too late." Mrs Alphys said, as she gave a kind smile. "We're doing group projects this month. Uhh, so, go ahead and pick a partner, ok?" Mrs Alphys instructed, she waved the two humans on. Clover beelined towards an empty desk; presumably it was hers. A few monster girls sat beside her, one of them looked to be some kind of sea animal, while the other three looked like demons of some kind. They chatted inaudibly.

Host had their hands buried in their pockets, seemingly still embarrassed. The whole class eyed them for a good moment before either looking back at their cellar devices or talking to one another. I look over at Host, concerned. 'Host?' I speak rather softly, they lightly jolt, they must've forgotten I was there for a second. Understandable, I'm quite easy to miss.

'Are you okay? What are we supposed to do?' I ask, floating over them. They try not to look at me directly or speak too loud, they seem to not want the other student's eyeing them in some way. "Pick a partner, I guess." Host mumbled quietly, just audible enough for my ears only. I nodded and glanced around, surely one of these kind students would want to be partners with Host.

The one who immediately caught my eye was a boy in a red sweater, Host seemed to be looking at him as well. So, I allowed Host to approach him. He looked up, before smiling awkwardly. Host seemed to know him, I tilted my head at him curiously, I felt a little awkward as well...even if he couldn't see me haha. He was another human it seemed, which surprised me. Though, Host seemed normal about it. I took in his appearance.

He had curly black hair that obscured one of his eyes, and dark skin. His eye that was visible was brown with a tint of red. He slouched over his desk tiredly, and he even had a somewhat sleepy expression. As mentioned before, his sweater was red and had one horizontal stripe on the chest, two stripes in the same direction were on his sleeves. To finish his look, he had grey pants and shoes with white laces.

"Sorry, Kris, you really should've shown up earlier..." The boy sighed rather deeply, I snapped back out of my thoughts as he spoke. I looked over at Host, they had a sad and eager expression painted on their face. "C'mon...Jaden...please..." Host whined silently, they leaned over the boy- I mean, Jaden's desk. Jaden pushes Host's head. I giggle at them, they were so...cute.

"Wake up earlier next time...dude. Maybe then I wouldn't be stuck with carrot boy." Jaden whispered, Host glanced at him with sad eyes. "Don't look at me like that--! I wanna be your partner but--" Jaden was cut off as snickering was heard behind him, Host leaned up and Jaden turned around in his seat.

A bunny like monster was snickering into his hand, he was seemingly giggling AT Jaden and Host. I scrunch my face like before, what was so funny? Jaden seemed to wonder the same exact thing as he glared at the bunny boy, was that Jaden's partner?

"Too bad you're too late, huh, Dreemurr?" The bunny boy smirked mischievously, Jaden raised his brow. "Go to sleep next time, and maybe your boyfriend could be your partner next month." He continued, Host glanced down at their feet, their face flushed. They looked as if they wanted to mutter something, but kept quiet.

"That's enough, Danny, knock it off." Jaden scowled, he turned back to Host and smiled awkwardly. The bunny boy, who's name is Danny I think, crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat.

Jaden told Host that he was sorry about not being able to be their partner, and for Danny's behavior. Host understood, they walked away from Jaden's desk so they could go ask someone else.

That was not very nice, I thought, that Danny boy was very very rude. He was embarrassing Host. 'What was that about?' I ask, concerningly, Host seemed flushed still and they turned their head away from me. They didn't seem to want to talk, so I let it go.

I floated over to Clover's desk. Clover looked up at Host as she saw them approach. Her friends went silent and all looked at one another. Surely, Clover would want to be partners with Host, right? That's their sister after all. Clover gave a nod at Host, giving them floor to speak.

"Hey, Clover. Listen- uh, could we...could we be partners...for the group project? Please?" Host said, though it was quiet, more like a mumble really. Clover sighed, she seemed to know Host was going to say that. "No, Kris, I'm always your partner. Why don't you ask someone else?" Clover rested her head in her palm. I scrunch my face and look over at Clover's friends, who all gave rather mean looks to Host, like they were unwelcome.

Clover smiled, she wanted Host to ask someone new, someone they did not know. But that's what Host wanted to avoid, it seemed.

"P-Please, Clover... I don't... I can't... I can't partner up with someon- someone I don't know... Please, Clover..." Host stammered under their breath, they seemed desperate. Clover's brows furrowed and her friends began to snicker. Clover overlapped her hand onto Host's.

"Kris, don't be like that. Surely there's someone else who'd love to be partners with you."

Clover said reassuringly. It seemed like Clover only refused cuz she wanted Host to interact with others. Host wore a rather large frown as their sister waved them off, the sighed in defeat and stepped away from Clover's desk, I followed of course. I could feel Host's heart rate increase as they looked around the classroom for someone to ask, they seemed to be silently panicking.

I felt like I needed to act, so I placed my hand on Host's shoulder. I saw this as a way to maybe ease their anxiety.

'Hey...Host? It's okay, don't worry. Why don't you try asking that girl over there?'

I tried to be helpful, and pointed to a girl that looked a little similar to Clover. I almost thought it was like, her copy or something, if it wasn't for the catlike features and change in color color palette. Clover was mostly purples, and this cat monster was all pink. I looked back at Host, they had a very unreadable expression, the only way I could really describe it is...unpleasant? Disapproving maybe? It seemed like they knew who this was, but not in a good way. She couldn't be that bad? Could she?

With some encouragement, Host reluctantly walked up to the girl I suggested. She didn't seem like she was even paying attention. She practically buried her face in her cell phone, she also seemed to be chewing...something. She looked up when noticing Host approaching though, she didn't look happy to see them. The girl didn't even let Host get a word out, she rolled her eyes and shooed them away like a bug.

"NUH UH! don't even walk up to me, I'm taken!" The cat girl said, looking back at her phone. I dawned a big frown, why was everyone so mean??? Host didn't even say anything yet and she was already being rude.

The cat girl glared at Host, she shooed them away again. I let out a rather annoyed sigh, and look around for someone else Host could pare up with. That's when I noticed a deer looking monster with antlers and blonde ringlets. I tapped Host's shoulder.

'What about her, Host? She looks nice.'

I pointed at the deer monster, who seemed to be a little focused on whatever she was doing. Host, who was feeling a little desperate now, then walked over to the girl I pointed at. "Noelle..." Host said, as they stood at the side of the deer girl's desk. Her name was Noelle, apparently. Noelle looked up as Host spoke, they spoke so low that Noelle was probably the only person who could hear them. Aside from me.

"Oh, Hey, Kris? What's up? Didja lose your pencil again?" Noelle said, she reached into her desk and pulled out two holiday themed pencils. "Here, do you want the candy cane one or the one with the lights on it?" Noelle offered. Though, that wasn't what Host was here to ask for. I found it quite nice, surely this girl wouldn't say no.

"No, um... I was actually wondering if... you wanted to be partners for the project...? I mean, if you don't want to... then it's okay-" Host whispered under their breath, they scratched their face before looking at me.

"Huh? You want to be partners?"

Noelle put the pencils down as she looked back up at Host. I gave a thumbs up, Noelle was Host's friend, I think. She was also very sweet, surely she'd want to be partners.

"Umm...sorry...Berdly already asked me..." Noelle sighed, she put her finger up to her mouth. She looked as if she had knew Host was going to show up today, she wouldn't have agreed to Berdly. Host and I both let out sighs in defeat. I felt rather...beat, but then Noelle looked like she had an idea.

"Oh, I have an idea. I could ask Mrs. Alphys if we could have a group of three? That way you can join me and Berdly? I'll ask if you're sure!" Noelle said, she smiled, and her ears wiggled a bit. Host, who looked happy to hear Noelle's suggestion, looked over at me for my input. I nodded immediately. Host then nodded their head in response. This would give them not one, but two partners, and the best part... Host would be in a group with Noelle, who was someone Host was comfortable with, it seemed.

"Okay, I'll ask." Noelle smiled at Host again as she got up from her seat and raised her hand. The whole class looked at Noelle as she did so. "Miss Alphys? Is it okay if we make a group of three? I want Kris to be my partner." Noelle said, Mrs Alphys looked in her direction, but a certain blue bird was quick to interject.

"Hey! What? No! I do NOT approve of this! ABORT!!!!" The blue bird shouted, Noelle retracted her hand as he shouted over her. I assumed this was Noelle's partner, ...uh...Burghley...was it? I don't remember-

"What? B-But Kris doesn't have a part--" Noelle tried to speak, but Mrs Alphys was confused by the sudden commotion and cut her off. "Noelle, what were you saying?" Mrs Alphys asked. I felt myself giggling at the whole situation. Host bumped me lightly with their shoulder. Noelle scrunched her lips, she looked as if she was about to mutter a response.

"She was just saying we're FINE being alone." The blue bird replied for her, he seemed to not want Host to be partner's with him and Noelle. "A-Actually...I just wanted to know if Kris...could be--" Noelle spoke rather sheepishly, she seemed nervous as the whole class was staring at her and Host now.

"Noelle, can you...please speak up?" Mrs Alphys sighed, she didn't quite hear Noelle due to her low tone. Noelle opened her mouth to speak, but she, and everyone else in the classroom went SILENT when the classroom door swung open with immense force, it nearly busted off it's hinges. Noelle clammed her mouth closed quickly sat down.

I jumped from the sudden loud noise, Host seemed startled as well. Everyone looked in the direction of the door, I leaned forward to see who it was. I was a bit startled to see a tall dinosaur looking monster, not one like Alphys, she looked like those big scary dinosaurs with the large sharp teeth. She had dirty messy brown hair, it was short but her bangs obscured her eyes. Much like how Host's bangs did. Her clothes looked stained, and her pants had holes in it. Her skin was purple and scaly too, and her fingers looked like it could cut skin with ease. My throat tightened, and I could tell just by looking at Host that theirs tightened too. She looked like the meanest kid here, even meaner than the cat girl and the bunny boy.

She walked inside the classroom, not bothering to shut the door she so rudely kicked. I felt rather relieved that she couldn't see me, if I'm honest. "H...Hi....Susie..." Alphys said in a low and hushed voice, despite telling Noelle to speak up just a moment ago. The mean girl, who's name was Susie apparently, panned her eyes around, she scoffed before talking

"...Am I late?" Susie said, she sounded unbothered. Her voice was deep and raspy. She sounded annoyed. Duh, of course she was late, everyone was here before her. Mrs Alphys seemed scared of Susie, so she shook her head no.

"O-Oh, n-no! You're fine! W-We were just...uh.." Mrs Alphys said, she clasped her hands, and her voice trailed off for a moment. "Ch-Choosing partners for the next group project, and...umm, Susie, you're with Kris! Since you...both came in last, and I'm sure Kris doesn't have a partner, right?" Alphys said as she looked over at Host. I felt my body freeze and shake, Host's body seemed frozen too. I heard them swallow their anxiety. Their heart sounded so loud in my ears. Susie, despite having her bangs obscure her eyes, glared at Host, surely they could feel her intense gaze. I surely could, and she wasn't even looking at me..

Host was sweating bullets from Susie's glare. They looked as if they did not want to be pared with Susie. They'd rather be pared with anyone else, I couldn't agree more. Host kept their head down and slowly nodded. Mrs Alphys smiled awkwardly before glancing back at Susie.

"...Great." Susie muttered in an annoyed tone, she sounded as if she did not want to be partners with Host at all. Noelle looked over at Kris and mouthed the words "I'm sorry." I looked at Host worryingly, I hoped Susie wasn't as bad as she seemed. Host then turned their attention to Noelle who had apologized. Host, who understood what Noelle was apologizing for, mouthed back "It's fine" to Noelle, even though Host wasn't fine, not at all. Host was now feeling both stressed and anxious, they then looked over at me with a panicked face.

"N-Now that everyone's here, I'll write the assignment!" Alphys said as she went over to the chalk board. I glanced back at Host with worried eyes and noticed Noelle kept her head down. Susie shuffled a bit as she panned her eyes around the classroom, everyone looked down except Clover, she had her arms crossed and a puffy expression was painted on her face.

"Uh, has anyone seen the chalk? This is the third time it's gone missing and...you all know I can't start class without some..." Mrs Alphys looked back at everyone, Noelle lifted her head a bit. "Hey...there might be some in the supply closet? Why don't Susie and I--" Noelle was cut off as Mrs Alphys instantly looked at Susie.

"Good idea, Noelle. S-Susie, since y-you came in last...could you get it for me?" Mrs Alphys said, she sounded so sweet. Susie's nose twitched as she glared at the teacher. "...Whatever." Susie grumbled as she left class and slammed the door behind her. The whole class let out a sigh of relief. She was so rude, but at least she was going to get the...uh...chalk? Whatever that was.

Host also looked relieved to see Susie leave, they took a deep breath. They were still feeling shaky, though, cuz now they were partners with Susie. Gosh, the next week of our life might be hell, I thought.

"U-um...K-Kris?" Mrs Alphys looked over at Host as Susie left. Host, who was then suddenly being called by Mrs Alphys, got a bit startled. They then looked at the small teacher, and gave her a nod. The reptile was now worried about Host, looked back over at her board before speaking up again. "Um...can you...go with Susie..? To make sure she actually gets the chalk...and stays out of trouble?" Mrs Alphys said as she uncrossed her arms. She knew Hostwas anxious but she wanted someone to make sure Susie actually returned with the 'chalk'. Everyone in class looked at Host. The cat girl from earlier even mouthed "You're so dead." with a smirk on her face.

Host felt all that anxiety fill them again, I'm sure of it. They didn't want to contest against Mrs Alphys it seemed. I heard some other whispers of the class, and felt a knot tie tighter inside of Host's stomach. "O-Okay..." Host said, they sounded a bit anxious as they said that, then looked towards the door where Susie left. They felt frozen, but I encouraged them to move. They did so, and walked out the door. I gave the class one more long stare before following Host.

Surely, nothing could go wrong, right? Susie is probably just a judged cover.

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|| Chapter 2 / Chapter 4 ||

#deltarune #shared control story #LEMONADE #Kris dreemur #Clover Dreemurr #Alphys #Jaden #Delilah mew #Noelle holiday #Danny carrot #Berdly #Susie #GOD #I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG.......#Kenziewrites

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magnetarbeam · 1 year

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Currently trying to write a Voices of the Force-premise-based thing where Ahsoka meets Ben and Vestara for the first time, and this is the paraphrase.

Ben: Holy shit, didn't you fight in the Clone Wars? How are you younger than me?

Ahsoka, really not wanting to talk about the Clone Wars: Hyperdrive malfunction.

Ben, who knows how hyperdrives work: Oh. Yeah, that can happen.

Ben: Jaden Korr once got jumped by a Sith dreadnought that came from the Great Hyperspace War that way. [Described what he knows of that and specifically mentions the fact there was lignan on board.]

Vestara: Holy shit. That was the Omen's sister ship.

Ahsoka: [is lost]

Vestara: [Explains where she came from and how she ended up as a Jedi in spite of it]

Ahsoka, who was already having at least four simultaneous existential crises and has now gained another: Holy shit.

#star wars legends #ahsoka tano #ben skywalker #vestara khai #voices of the force au

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junilp · 5 months

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meet juniper lapointe, a nail technician residing in claret park who is 27years old , born 08/09, making her a leo . she’s originally from bisbee, az .― alisha boe, bisexual, cis woman + she/her.

tw . mentions of death , drugs , pregnancy and abortion .

full name — juniper arizona green lapointe age — twenty seven date of birth — august ninth place of birth — bisbee, az length of time in providence peak — twenty four years zodiac — leo sun, virgo moon, capricorn rising orientation — bisexual & biromantic relationship status — married

juniper arizona green was born to young hippie parents in the confines of a commune in small eccentric town in arizona . lovingly gifted the middle name of the very place she was conceived . when the little girl was around three years old , the family uprooted to providence peak, to live with her maternal grandparents and successful real estate moguls .

much to the dismay of her grandparents , juni was raised with little to no boundaries . firmly believing on raising another free spirt . no curfew , no punishments — providence peak was her oyster , and the girl ran with that .

while juniper is very much an independent woman , there’s something to be said for her value in family . she spent the first few years of young adulthood caring for her sick grandmother until she ultimately passed , and now spends her days caring for her young daughter , settling roots into providence peak permanently . FULL BIO TBA .

AESTHETICS . every surface littered with crystals and pressed bouquets of farmer’s market flowers , early summer mornings with steaming cups of tea and half smoked joints , a fridge littered with tiny handprints painted on paper , the warm scent of vanilla and burnt patchouli .

FACTS .

mild witchy vibes . her mama’s a naturopath so she’s all about alternative medicine and can probably whip up a tincture or herb for whatever ailment you have .

has a hedgehog named reggie who she refers as her first born . her second born is a two year old little girl named jacie .

born and raised vegetarian — she’s never eaten meat in her life .

excellent cook . she is 4/20 friendly and loves to dabble in cooking with cannabis ( when her daughter isn’t consuming the food obvs )

doesn’t drink alcohol anymore , although she used to be a big party girl in high school

has a fascination with hands . professionally she’s a nail technician and went to beauty school pretty much straight out of high school but she also dabbles in palmistry .

CONNECTIONS .

spouse — jaden lapointe . offspring — jacie rose lapointe ( 2 years old ) pets — reggie ( hedgehog ) , buffy ( dog ) , legs ( frog ) family friends — open like siblings — open clients — open former hook ups — open more tba .

WANTED CONNECTIONS . ( tw mentions of pregnancy and abortion )

a small , close knit group of ride or dies . friends vibes .

frenemies or enemies — maybe they hate each other for no apparent reason / we can plot why , or maybe they pretend to get along but dislike each other behind closed doors

high school ex ( male , nb ) — her one and only serious relationship before she got married . would have fathered a teen pregnancy that he wouldn’t have been made aware about until now . a pregnancy that was ultimately terminated by juni .

flings / hookups from years past ( open to all genders )

clients at the salon . girlies to gossip with

ex best friend — would have been besties growing up . something tore their friendship apart ( can be plotted ) they still run into each other around town . feels like the worst heartbreak .

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hedgehog-cynder · 7 months

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flower boy review : fucking beautiful no complaints beyond rating on any scale. ill note some things about every song cause :3

foreword: holy shit what an opener. nothing lasts forever, nothing sticks together????? absolutely heart wrenching. amazing lyrics amazing everything THE ENDING SYNTHS?,$,%?"? breathtaking i swear to god

where this flower blooms: i would just like to say AGSGDGSUSHDHSGSHDJSHAHDGSJAGSGSJSGDD. instrumentals are beautiful tyler sounds beautiful frank sounds beautiful lyrics are chefs kiss what else is there left

sometimes...: i dont care if its one minute long I dont care its so fucking pretty and soft and sobbing material. on my first listen it jumpscared me because i thought it was BOYFRIEND. also the voice of the radio host is very comforting and helps me not dissociate

see you again: 20-20 20-20 vision cupid hit me cupid hit me with precision i wonder if u look both ways when u cross my mind i said i said im sick of sick of sick of sick of chasing ure the one thats always running through my daydreams i i can only see ur face when i close my eyes its so fucking beautiful kalis voice is heavenly this song makes me want to die

who dat boy: god everything about this one is just fucking beautiful the synths the lyrics the delivery asap sounds just so fucking good. everythings just. AGHDGDHSG and the ending feels like getting run over /pos

pothole: this is probably a song ill use to demonstrate tyler as an artist to whoevers interested in my autistic rambling cause. its one of the longer songs in the album its got stops n twists n turns the instrumental is to die for jadens voice is just so pretty. its one of The tyler songs to me. but dont take that last part seriously cause i say it about every song

garden shed: this one is the first song off flower boy ive ever listened to. it is just So. ITS JUST SO!!!!! estelles voice the slow pacing its such a good waltz. i would have to write out the whole lyrics because theres no one part of them i love more. its just so beautiful

boredom: everything about this song makes me feel like im going to die if i dont hold head in hands dramatically. its so vulnerable and heart breaking annas voice the harmonies the orchestrals everything just makes me want to sob. the end is especially devastating. another one im gonna use to explain tyler

i aint got time: god where to begin. whatever sample he used in there is fucking perfect for the job everythings so good and stimulating his delivery is flawless everything makes me wanna jump and kick and dance its all just beautiful. the ending is very silly i love it and also WOAHHHHHH. FUCK YEA GOOD FOR HIM

911 / mr lonely: just thinking about it is devastating. every time i listen to it i am mentally on the floor in fetal position. its so sorrowful and emotional while having the best motherfucking instrumentals and delivery like GOD i never doubted him but this man really does it all

droppin seeds: ok this is where my notes will fall a little flat. i cant take mentions of sex in any capacity seriously i am sorry. its a beautiful song though and i love it

november: oh god this one BREAKS me. its so emotional and open and i cant fucking get enough of it. and yet again it does so while being a FUCKING BANGER. the last verse always hits like a sack of wet mice and oh is it really bitch u know the dealy really hilly willy tilly silly hold that billy how i milly rock is soon going to become my newest vocal stim and i have no choice but to accept it

glitter: god what a devastating sad song. it really captures what its talking about. how joyful and cute and loving it is AND THEN the lowered pitch & tempo please dont save me the repetition of how ya feel? the kinda second half is all so much like being stuck in heartbreak i love it. it makes me feel like im falling from heaven. plausibly crowley style

enjoy right now, today: honestly with the sad note glitter ends on this one sounds so bright in comparison its fucking hilarious. i honestly didnt expect it to be almost fully instrumental but holy shit if anything it just shows how good he is even without lyrics. i have also never heard a more work at a pizza place song in my LIFE and its honestly making me wanna redownload roblox just cause i feel nostalgic. FUCK what a good closer

yeah thats it im done <3

#miisha.txt #i poured my heart in this post riekhdjshdsjhd #uhhhhh wait lemme just.#flower boy #it is a tag it seems. idk what for and im not gonna check <3 #tyler the creator is also a tag but i am really scared of peoples perceiving so i wont put it #flower boy was enough of a tag #anyway im done with rambling here time to hit post

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violentgremlin · 7 months

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BLEED FOR ME

TW: suicide mention

"You're bleeding."

Jaden lowered his head, shaking it slightly. He had no idea how he managed to get stuck with this lunatic who was double his size. "I am glad you noticed, I thought you didn't care." Sarcasm hung heavy on each word, though it was as Sevan missed it entirely, or just outright ignored him. The latter seemed more likely.

With a shake of his head, Sevan grabbed Jaden's arm, lifting him to his feet. It was as if he was a feather, weighing nothing. Maybe even a ragdoll with the way Sevan was manhandling him. Gunshots echoed through the halls above, the church groaning with the sounds. They didn't have much time before the gang came down to find them.

Holding the open wound on his left side, he allowed Sevan to more or less drag him down into the basement. He was never fond of churches to begin with, but this was perhaps the scariest basement he ever stepped in. The darkness was pitch, so much so the only way he knew where Sevan's hands... no his body was by him holding him. Jaden winced, realizing Sevan's hand was close to his wound. Was he trying to control him by putting some pressure on it to hurt him? No... no he wouldn't dare do such a thing right now.

"Why are we still moving, can you even see?"

Sevan shook his head in response, not thinking about bothering to properly answer Jaden. He scoffed, pressing his lips as he tried to break out of Sevan's grip. He wiggled, squirmed and twisted, gritting his teeth through the pain, but Sevan refused to let go. In fact, he just held firmer and continued walking through the basement. Jaden could hear the voices at the top of the stairs, only now realizing how far they actually went.

Just as he felt Sevan tug him into another direction, the candles around them lit up instantly. Jaden could feel himself go white, violet-blue eyes darting from candle to candle as Sevan nearly pushed him into a room off to the side.

He gritted his teeth once more, biting away the pain. "Could you be any rougher?!"

"I could, yes." Sevan grinned. The way the candle light shone just enough on his strangely handsome face, outlined his sharp jaw and soft cheekbones. Jaden didn't realize how handsome Sevan actually was until now.

The voices were closing in on them, chills ran up Jaden's spine. Sevan had let him drop to the ground, forcing out a painful grunt from Jaden. "What is wrong with you?" He whisper-shouted up at the man.

But the moment he said those words, he realized something was wrong. Sevan grinned down at him, crossing his arms over his chest. "Nothing, I caught my prey. Father will be quite pleased to see you."

"F-father?" Jaden swallowed hard.

Sevan gave a nod, standing near the door to beckon the others to him. "Oh yes, it seems you have a debt to pay back."

"The f-" Jaden began, quickly cutting himself off as the others joined in. Wounded and now surrounded with nowhere to go, he had no choice but to listen now.

"You'll be coming back with us, we'll have your wound treated. Don't want you dying on us now like your parents did."

It took a moment for those words to sink in, he had seen his parents the morning before and they were happy, or so he thought. "Wh-what do you mean 'did'?"

"Ah right, I've kept you on the run since what? Midnight? They killed themselves this morning." Sevan spoke so casually it was as if he was purposely enhancing the pain he just shot into Jaden's heart. Whatever Sevan said after that was drowned out by Jaden's own internal storm at the news.

There was no way they were dead, not by their own hands anyhow. He hadn't realized that while his mind drifted, he had been staring at Sevan. He only came to when Sevan snapped his fingers before him, crouching down to level with him.

"Wake up pretty boy, we're leaving."

Sevan grabbed his arm again, not even bothering to be considerate of the open, still bleeding wound along his side, and dragged him out of the basement. The entire way out of the basement and back up to the ground floor of the church he was dragged, barely able to keep up. Every step was making the pain worse, forcing winces and grunts from him.

"Do continue, I would rather hear you in pain." Sevan smiled down at him, a smile that Jaden had never seen- or maybe just not caught previously. He had thought after the last year of dealing with Sevan at University, he had gotten to know him and his ridiculous antics. Tonight, however, he realized he didn't know Sevan at all. A good show, he thought, but the clown the entire time was me.

The drive to Sevan's home was quiet, too quiet. Jaden focused on his breathing, positive he was bleeding onto the seat but it wasn't like he could see it, nor did he really care anyhow. None of waht Sevan had said - at least what he caught - made any sense. It wasn't like his parents to off themselves, nor would they have kept something so big from him... would they?

Though he hated to admit it, he was doubting every thought that crossed his mind now. It made the car ride worse and Sevan was watching closely. If that savage grin of his could spread any further, his face would be split in half. It was a scary thought, as he watched Sevan almost as intently as he was watching Jaden himself.

While the car ride felt ridiculously long, it still felt too short as they arrived. Jaden looked over the mansion, the gates creaked as the car drove in. The lights lit up along the side of the driveway, leading to the brightly lit entrance way. Guards stood, dressed in suits and watched the car pull up. It wasn't long before his car door was open and someone dragged him out of the car roughly.

Not bothering to glance back at Sevan, he followed with a grunt at every step the guard entered the house. Chills were running through his body and he could tell, finally, that he was sweating. He was losing more blood than he thought he had, a faint, dizzy feeling beginning to take hold of him. Perhaps it was because he knew he was safe here, the adrenaline was running out quickly, causing him to trip repeatedly.

The next several minutes... or was it hours? Has it been a day? Jaden shook his head, how long had it been since he came to this house. He heard someone stand from a chair, slowly making their way over to him. He was young, seemingly about the same age as Jaden with short black hair that hung loose around his profile.

"Good evening." He was wearing a mask, muffling his soft voice. "You'll be fine, just need a few days of rest.

Jaden's throat was beyond dry, causing him to cough as he attempted to speak. The man hovering over him left and only a moment later did he return with some water. He helped Jaden up just enough to drink his fill, pushing him back down before he could sit up fully.

"What..." A cough. "Who... are..." Jaden tried to speak, though he could've used more water, but also, he had no idea what to ask first. 'Who are you?' 'What happened?' 'Where is Sevan?' Wait, why was he thinking about Sevan? That bastard has been targeting him from the beginning. Likely purposely got himself into all of the same classes for this reason.

This made Sevan's claim of his parents commiting suicide even less believable. For now, however, he barely had the energy to stay awake. This man hovered over him, watching with amusement in those dark eyes as Jaden finally fell back to sleep.

Sevan walked in moments later, looking over at both Jaden and Scout. "Has he woke up yet?"

Scout nodded, "Briefly. Gave him some water, he tried to speak but I imagine his body is working hard to heal. Who actually dug him with the dagger? It was deeper than it looked."

Pursing his lips, Sevan moved over to see Jaden's sleeping face. "I did. Though he hadn't seen me so he doesn't know."

"Did you get what you needed from the church? Besides this plaything you've been after for a while now?" Scout brushed hair from his face, making his way back to the desk at the center of the small infirmary.

"We did. I hadn't expected to see Jaden there, though I do remember learning about his friend Sin working at the church."

A small smirk could be heard behind Scout's mask. "What does Jaden do, exactly? He isn't some pastor's fuck boy is he?"

"He works at a convenience store at night, University with me during the day." Sevan shrugged, returning to the door. "If anything happens, let me know. Otherwise, send him to my room once he's able to move about."

Without waiting for a reply, Sevan left, the door shutting a little too hard behind him. He silently made his way through the house, barely paying attention to the nods of respect coming from those that worked there. 'Hello master Sevan' barely brushing past his ears until he made it to his room.

It was large, with another room off to the left side for his study. The lights were dim, leaving a dim glow along the smooth white walls. The mahogany floor creaked beneath his feet, slow strides made toward his bed as he finally let out a heavy sigh. He hadn't entirely intended to hurt Jaden that badly, though he couldn't help but enjoy the pain he was in.

He couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed putting someone in so much pain, and with Jaden it wasn't nearly enough. Sevan wanted more and a disgusting, wild thought came to him. He began imagining Jaden chained up in the makeshift prison in the basement, blood trickling down over that lithe body of his, clothes shredding as welts, bruises and cuts litter over his chest.

Come to think of it, he had never seen Jaden's chest. He only ever really wore long sleeves or sweater jackets over his clothes. Sevan remembered overhearing a conversation between him and Sin about Jaden constantly being cold. A grin crept along those thin lips, adding Jaden freezing in the corner of the makeshift prison to the scene he already had been playing with in his mind. Perhaps, Sevan thought, this might be quite a fun time with his favorite little prey.

#whump prompt #whump writing #whump #whumpee

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