#im having a rough time in the brain lads

[altruistic-meme]

the desire to make a youtube video. despite everything. why.

[milfmerlin]

the internet will never heal and its because they never turned back and accepted me!me!me! as an art piece over "that weird anime mv i saw once". and if you haven't watched me!me!me! go watch it (if you're an adult) its just a particularly lengthy music video. go listen its sequel song "GIRL" as well

[thegnomelord]

oh my lord... mentioning merfolk finally pushed me into sending in an ask for you, so hai!

im a huge marine bio nerd and i could probably ramble about that kinda stuff for awhile so im gonna keep it shorter and stick to sharks, aka my favorite species... i apologize for the very long ramble incoming

id imagine that the kind of shark makes merfolk vary heavily - you have smaller, less aggressive sharks (bamboo sharks, nurse sharks, leopard sharks), then you have dogfish which are aggressive small schooling sharks (that actually have venom from what i remember), and the big bois that are mean like bull sharks, oceanic whitetip sharks, great whites, ect. also you have basking sharks and whale sharks which are big ass chill lads. as much as i love them having a tail instead of legs, i think there'd be two "forms" of merperson, one with legs and a tail and one with just the tail. im mainly referring to the ones with legs and tails when i talk about them

like i was saying, the kind of shark species a merperson (or mershark, ill start calling them that) makes them differ between general personality, strength, size, ect ect. bigger sharks are more popular due to their strength, aggression, and speed, making them very useful in the military. smaller guys also have their advantages - its just that a bull mershark would have a much easier time in the military compared to a lemon mershark. although bigger lads are definitely more of a pain in the ass to work with if they grew up in the ocean over on land, cause i like to think most mershark (and merfolk in general) prefer living in the ocean. smaller sharks are easier to control, as they tend to be less prideful and stubborn compared to the bigger species. oceanic whitetip would be especially bad due to their aggression and pride, they're probably the most aggressive species of shark in the ocean

then when it comes to mating/courtship rituals... they don't do any of the fancy things like a werewolf, harpy, or dragon, they're rather direct. sharks in the wild don't court, typically when they meet another shark of the opposite gender they mate due to how rarely they meet other sharks, although mersharks would probably have small courtship rituals. it's pretty simple, just spending more time around who they want to court. i also think it'd be really cute if they gave the person they were courting a shark tooth of theirs that fell off as a memento of sorts. when it comes to mating, male sharks bite as a ritual. not as hard as they'd bite prey, but definitely enough to leave scars. shark mating is pretty rough, but mersharks would probably tone it back a little bit, though there will be times when their instincts slip.

mershark are also oblivious as fuck to other courting rituals if they grew up in the ocean. almost no shark species really have courting, so they don't have instincts when it comes to someone courting them, and they don't have the same socialization that a mershark that grew up on land would have. i just think mersharks are very interesting and very cool <3

thank you for reading my insane rambling about sharks and sharkpeople... once again, sorry for the long ramble, but i had to share my thoughts

Oh god anon this is some GOOD SOUP and as a fellow animal nerd I absolutely love hearing weird animal facts and all I can imagine is just Ghost and Sharkmer reader being absolute idiots lol :D

CW: NSFW at the end, short and quick bc brain isn't braining but this concept of your anon is so cool!

Like Ghost initially thinking all monster courting rituals are complicated as fuck, and the info he finds on the internet doesn't help one bit. And you, having grown up in the ocean, have no fucking clue he's trying to court you in some convoluted way.

You'll spend days just existing next to him, or very gently nibbling on his fingers, which, in your mind, makes it very clear you want to mate, but all Ghost thinks is that you want to eat him. And the next thing you know he's shoving an energy bar into your mouth and walking away and you're left confused.

And Ghost, bless the poor fool's soul, eventually gets lured into the waters by your sparkling eyes and wide grin of sharp teeth. The same teeth bite down on every piece of his skin, not enough to actually hurt him, but your teeth marks litter his thighs, his ass, all across his chest and especially around his pecs, from shoulders down to his biceps and anywhere you can reach while you stretch him.

God the sex is one of the best he's ever had, his usually cold body warming up from the proximity of you and the warm waters you're in as you slowly fuck both of your cocks into him, having stretched him open until he was unable to beg between his hiccups. And he's so pretty beneath you, rough groans as he rubs his cock while you move your hips in a slow rhythm, your dicks pushing in and out, in and out, brushing against his prostate until he was close to losing his mind with how you stretched him beyond imagination.

Some of your teeth end up lodged in his shoulder, and when you finish mating him you tell him to keep them, making them into a necklace he now wears around his neck.

[kicksnscribs]

"Ah, you want me to talk about the Twins huh?"

"Not much to say about em, really. Used to run the subway system in Iacon way back before all the slag hit the fan. Damn good at it too.

Nicest lads you'd ever met and practically inseparable! Where one went the other was close by, almost as if they were joined at the hip. Rough upbringin's will do that to ya or so I've heard

Couldn't believe it when i saw the white one on the side of the 'Cons, even less so when i realized he was by himself. We captured him one day as a POW one time. Took a lot of us to pull it off but we managed eventually. That's when I heard the story of what happened to his...I guess brother is what you humans would call them if you absolutely needed a word to describe him. Figured the 'Cons promised him a way to get him back somehow if he joined up with them and he took the offer in a desperate attempt to find him.

Though I doubt they ever did give him anything to really go by. Recruiters will say just about anything in order to get bots to join their cause. Especially when it comes to getting their servos on big, strong fellas like the Twins.

He eventually escaped us somehow; found a way to cut through his bonds and was lost to the night before any of us could even blink. Heh, and I thought his brother was the more crafty of the two.

What d'ya mean 'creepy' smile? Rude lil' thing aren't ya?

He's always been smiling like that. Well...not exactly like that but... you know that mech never had a frown on his face that I'd ever seen. Though I will admit there's something...different about that smile now. Not at all like what I seen back in Iacon. Something sinister...

Not the only one to notice it either. Ol' Rung reckons that being separated from his brother for so long did things to him. Spark twins can't be without one another for very long without it messing with their coding n whatnot, you know?

Though, Ratch knows more about the kid's situation than anybody here on this ship. Says that he apparently had done some things in order to get his brother back. Supernatural things. Things smart mechs should know to leave well enough alone.

Wherever that mech went to get his brother, he didn't come back alone....

Such a shame, he was always a sweet kid. Had a bit of a mobility issue but only when he was excited about something I think? Which was a good thing for all I care. You need to have joy in the things you love 'n he had that in spades.

Did not really understand the concept of personal space though 'n it sometimes got 'im in loads of trouble *laughs*

The black one? Whats there to say about 'im, honestly?

Incredibly polite mech, always there to lend a helping servo or two when needed, a little older than his brother i think? He would always mess with him about that little fact.

Very gentle in situations where his brother would be very harsh, but not like in a mean spirited way, more like an excitable way if that makes any sense? You would never think that what with the constant sour look etched on his face at all times *laughs*

Never liked to talk much. Though not for a lack of ability but more of a 'can't control his volume' situation. He can hit Siren levels of loud when excited enough about something or other and feels bad about it when he does. I don't mind it though, means he's found something to be happy about and that's a good thing in my book if that's worth anything.

Really hurt to hear that he went missing millennia ago. His brother looked absolutely destroyed when I saw him in that camp. I'm glad to see he made it back.

Primus the years haven't been good to him, though. Wherever he went it did numbers on his frame.

He creaks when he walks now, and his gaze has that look of a mech who has seen far more than he should have. He still has that gentle nature about him, though. Which is good, because I think he is going to need it if he ever hopes to succeed at getting those demons running through his brothers brain module out.

I got faith in them though, they're as strong as they are inseparable. They'll get through this like they did every other thing they faced,

together.

[Pulled from the personal Datatracks of Ironhide, Chief of Autobot Security]

[mirahuyooo]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart | jjk

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

— Jeon Jungkook loves you and you—in spite of your many attempts and better judgement—love him just as much. 

Word Count: 1,129 Content/s: fLUFF, romance, established relationship, vague historical setting? (1500s, Joseon, somewhere chilly, cloudy , and by the sea—would it be possible? idk T-T), Jungkook is big ol simp, Yn is kinda tsuntsun, a sprinkle of angst, mentions of blood, an immortal loving a mortal, Vampire AU Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

[masterlist] | read more of [The Undying]!

A/N: I nearly forgot to post this LMAO 😭😭😭 It’s not that angsty but daMN thE IMPLICATIONS OF TRAGEDY HITS 😍😍😍 Also, ik vamp aus are usually the other way around, but im living for jk’s vibe in this lolololol anyways! I hope you guys enjoyed this! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

P.S. Though this can be read as stand-alone, this is part of a drabble series! 👀👀👀

The cold that nipped and numbed his skin wasn't enough to deter him from the only thing that has occupied his mind for the last few months. Though the rough seas made his heart thrum with utter thrill, nothing quite came close to the way his entire being shook with anticipation at the sight of home. 

See, home, for a rowdy lad like Jeon Jungkook, was a desolate town by a freezing sea. Its streets haunted him of the poor child he was, while a certain part of the neighborhood plagued him of the suffering of his family, but over yonder—a little deeper inland, and on the outskirts of town—was a small cottage that everyone whispered about. It was home to a woman that moved there without anyone ever really noticing—a woman whose presence incited jealousy, curiosity, and hostility alike. 

The very woman who had his heart in her hands. 

"Jungkook, is that you?"

Her voice, though soft, was enough to send shivers down his spine with that elated grin appearing across his lips. Not so far from him was the cottage he's been waiting to see for months, and by it's porch stood the woman he loved, in a worn hanbok and thick coat blown gently by the wind. In spite of her simplicity, she makes his heart skip a beat all the same. 

In that instance, Jungkook secured his bag onto one shoulder and picked up his pace, his boots crunching on dead leaves, to engulf her in his arms which blissfully earned him a surprised gasp. Like the menace he is, he steals a kiss as he swung her around and beams up at her with a bunny-like grin. 

"Missed me, jagi?" 

Jeon Jungkook was a charming man that was determined to get past your walls, climbing the damn thing no matter how many times he fell and hurt himself, but he was successful, wasn't he?

Jeon Jungkook has wriggled himself in the confines of your very being and made a home there with no intentions of leaving, what-so-ever. 

Jeon Jungkook loves you and you—in spite of your many attempts and better judgement—love him just as much. 

"Of course, I missed you," you sweetly say as you cup his cheeks and press a kiss onto his nose, laughing as he scrunched his nose. "It's been so long after all…"

It was then that he set you back down to the ground. "Your hands are cold," he notes worriedly, a pout becoming of his lips as he cups your hands into his and guides it towards his mouth to blow some warmth onto them. "Didn't you have mittens?"

Such a notion brews guilt and panic in you, even as you're endeared by his gestures. Oh, if only he knew. 

Rummaging your brain for excuses, you try to alleviate any suspicion or question. "They got too worn," you sheepishly tell him a little white lie, as you gently ease your hands out of his grasp and consciously keep them tucked within your coat. "I turned them into rags instead."

Jungkook, ever the subconsciously clingy bastard, doesn't make much issue with the way you took away your hands from him and easily settles for wrapping his arms around you. "That simply won't do," he declares, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "We have to get you warm—hup!"

A shocked squeal escapes you as he takes his other arm beneath your knees and lifts you in one fell swoop. If any of the town elders were to see this, the two of you would be in such trouble—more trouble than you were already in. 

Such was the folly for loving a reckless man, you suppose—you’re bound to always invite trouble. Jungkook's brute strength was one of the very reasons he managed to make his way up the ranks of their ship, and  often always makes use of it as he pleases. 

But that doesn't make him any less prone to accidents.

The two of you stumble forth a little, Jungkook grunting as he has a little trouble with the balance of having to carry his luggage, your weight, and himself. "Jungkook!" you exclaimed with a smack onto his shoulder as you try and get yourself off of him for his sake. "Perhaps you should let me down?"

Stubbornly, he marched forth and slid the door to your little home open, before finally setting you down. 

That's when you sensed it. 

The smell you knew all too well—craved by your very being. 

Jungkook only further confirms this as he sets his bag onto your small dining table and sheds his thick coat. There on the sleeve of his arm, against the cream color of his shirt, was an all too telling shade of red. Blood. 

Oh. Oh, no. 

You could feel your fangs daring to protrude, your instincts screaming at you to sink them into his flesh but you grip your hands on the shelf behind you. Shaking as you gathered your wits about you, you took a deep breath and cast your eyes down lest they were showing a terrifying hue of red. Thank the heavens you've yet to begin lighting the candles.

Your demons whisper to you in spite of your reminding that you had fed earlier, tempting you to do the unthinkable. What’s deer blood compared to human, hm? Come on—

"Jungkook…" you instead say, voice faint and gritted. "What's that on your arm?"

Your clueless mortal looks down at his arm, sheepishly rubbing at his nape. "I got injured a few days ago on the ship," he tells you, as he thinks to himself. "The wound must've opened when I… carried you…"

A sigh escapes your lips at his guilty confession. "You reckless oaf," you softly scolded with a click of your tongue as you turned away from him and began scouring the room for something to dress his wounds. 

The hunger is subsiding, you feel. Good. That’s good.  

"Your reckless oaf," Jungkook sweetly muses as he knows well to take his seat and behave. His eyes follow you as you move about, adoration radiating off of them.

You go back to your human, back to your 'normal' self as though nothing had happened—as though you haven’t spent a minute or two battling the monster within you. Casting a fleeting smile, you roll the sleeve up his arm and see the previous dressing now marred with blood. 

Reigning yourself in, you begin tending to him as you distract yourself with words. "Yes," you hum with a teasing lilt, "unfortunately."

Jungkook huffs childishly, hissing occasionally in pain. "You love me, though,” he grins, leaning in as if to conspire, “do you not, my sweet angel?"

There's a soft chuckle from your lips at his playful antics but a heavy feeling in your undead heart. How ironic of him to call you an angel when you are what you are—a monster.

"Of course," you tell him from the bottom of your heart. You love him very much. 

Unfortunately.

▷  𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak @bloodline1632​

[drdtnsfw]

Okayy, im gonna spin a wheel and make headcanons of whatever ship it comes up with!! ((As long as it doesn’t go against any canon sexualities-))

Levi X Veronika

Interesting, hmm, never thought of that ship before, well, some headcanons now!!

As many people say, Veronika would DEFINITELY be into roleplay and be a switch. And considering how Levi probably wouldn’t mind too much what they do during sex, as long as they aren’t hurting eachother a LOT- he would probably be fine with going along with it, a lot of the time he probably wouldn’t know exactly how to do it, so Veronika would have to start the roleplay part, but Levi would eventually get the hang of it and probably would actually end up being kinda into it.

I can not help but feel like Levi would actually end up bottoming quite a bit in this relationship- but he would definitely still top sometimes

. . Due to the fact I always had a headcanon that Levi was into bondage. . I feel like Veronika would gladly go along with that, especially since it could make it more exciting sometimes.

Levi edging Veronika maybe?

And their sex is definitely rough, no doubt.

I couldn’t think of too many things for them- so I might come back to this wheel generated ship eventually with some more better headcanons

((Hehe, I’m gonna claim a way of recognizing me as an Anon now since I’ve done some asks here before)) -Wheel Anon

((Might as well make it related to this ask specifically))

Lads new rarepair just dropped, come get yall juice!

Ngl though; very intriguing brain-worm. Thank you for sharing with the class.

[benjaminthecoathanger]

can’t wait till quarantine is over and i can stop feeling bad about mostly being stuck inside and i can go back to feeling bad about mostly being inside but this time because i have the choice to go outside and i just don’t take it

[oasis-for3v3r]

The Starr Experience-#

Ringo x Female Reader

Prompt/Request- Ringo being tired and stressed of always being pushed to the side. So the reader plans a (smutty)surprise for him. 

 Warnings- A lot lol, 18+ ONLY, slight dom Ringo, oral sex (f and m receiving), squirting, Sir Kink. Bad grammar

A/N- its a crime how little Ringo gifs there are. And I would like to dedicate this fic to @illfoandillfie​ for the wonderful advice for writing my first smut!

It always comes across his mind whenever there is an argument with the lads. 

The thought was simple;

How did he Ritchie Starkey go from being to the best drummer in Liverpool, to being “the drummer” or worse “the one with the nose.”  He was the oldest one, with the most experience! Why is it that he always gets pushed to the side while the others get all the attention and credit. Well George gets pushed to the side too but he gets by with his handsome looks. All of the girls that wanted him were either too old or too young and for the same reason: to baby Ringo Starr. 

He should be grateful, at least his fans don’t pick on his nose like the press did. Oh how cruel they were! But he just laugh it off. And then came the actual work of being in the Beatles, whenever they changed songs, took breaks, or wanted to fool around with different songs during rehearsals: he was there. Planted like a tree. Providing the beat of the Beatles. But he never gets appreciated for it.

Until he met you. He’d usually smile at this thought but he was so stuck in a rut that he couldn’t.

Thats when you began to notice at dinner.

“Richie?” you asked, concerned 

“Yes?” he responded in a monotone voice, normally people would think that he had an attitude, but you knew that was just his voice.

“Whats wrong, my beautiful”

“Nothing at all” he lied through his (wonderful) teeth.

“ Alright then, go to bed.” you ordered, to his shock

His eyebrows traveled to the top of his mop-top of a head and chuckled as he said “ Who are you, my mother?”

“As wonderful as Ms Starkey is, I am just a wife who has a surprise for her nosy lover but wont be able to show it because of your snooping.” You chided back.

“Alright fine” Ringo said simply, and went to your shared bedroom.

How odd.

(time skip because I suck at transitions)

Rays of sunlight woke up Ringo up, enough to know his surroundings but not enough to be snapped out his slumber.

You stood at the edge of the bed wearing a fuzzy hoodie, what was underneath it, however, was the surprise. You wore a two piece lingerie set, it was an iridescent baby pink, with dark pink little hearts on it. And if you turned in certain directions it was see-through. You wanted to cheer him up since he obviously wasn’t himself, you knew he was always pushed to the back to the side.

“Ritchieeee” you sing-songed.

“mmmmmmmm” 

“Darling wake up I have a surprise for you” That made him sit up straight like a soldier.

“Are we gonna sleep the day away?” He said, with glee sparkling in his blue eyes. 

“No” you playfully whispered while crawling into the bed with him.

“So..what are we...” he was cut off with the soft interruption of your lips on his. Kisses with Ritchie were usually stolen and hidden in public, puppy-love type kisses. However at home they were more passionate and yearning, like a teenagers first love. And although you were far from 16 every kiss with him felt as if your heart was tickling and gasping from the inside, 

Your eyes were fully closed savoring the kiss, while Ringo’s were half-lidded with pleasure. Your tongue was smoothly tracing over his bottom lip making him gasp and have his hands tangle in your hair and the other squeeze around your hips. You were about to take off his boxers when he pushed you away to breathe.

“Lovie whats wrong?” you hoped that you haven’t gone to far. 

“One, I need to catch my breath, Two, I want....” He said with a a smile that showed he was up to something.

“You want...” 

“Can I be Dominate today? Not like slapping you or tying you up in chains, just have you listen to me and be pleasured.” 

“Of course...Mr Starr” you said with a smile hanging on your lips.

With that his cheerful persona turned into a seductive one, his sky blue eyes somehow appearing darker and more vigilant. “Well then, take of that hoodie, and stand in front of the bed.” his voice still the same deep voice, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes sir” you couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice.

He admired your body by tracing your curves with his fingertips, the rough callosed fingers from drumming making you even wetter. He (finally!) took off his boxers and angled his erect cock between your legs. He slid it up and down your slit, giving you soft yet sloppy kisses along your neck. He slid faster and faster giving your little bundle of nerves kisses “Perfect little slut, does everything she wants for me and only me, right?”

“Yes sir” you tried to say but was cut off between gasps as he thrusted against you.

“Tell me what you want my darling.” “ Please Mr Starr,I want it inside.” “No”

“pleasseeee sir”  you whined 

“ As cute as you look when you beg, I’d much prefer it if you did it with my cock in your mouth.”

He pushed you to your knees and slapped his cock on your tongue. “And maybe if your good I’ll reward you.” You stated to kitten lick his shaft, giving extra attention to his balls. His eyes were rolling in the back of his head. “Christ Y/N your mouth feels so fucking good.” You bobbed your head up and down trying to reach his base, so you just jerked the rest of with your hand. “Darling?” Ritchie said. “Mhmm?” You responded with doe eyes and a mouthful of his cock. He almost wanted to take a picture of his princess. “Can I face fuck you?”

“Of course Mr Starr.” Not even a second after he grabbed your ears and some of your hair (not to harsh) and began to face fuck your brains out. It felt so good, but it became messy trying to keep your jaw slack, with spit dribbling down your chin and titties. 

He stopped and made you stand, while pushing you back to the bed. 

“Not gonna cum in your throat, wanna eat you out as a reward.” 

When he heard no graditude he yanked your chin up and looked you in the eye.

“And what do we say when we get rewards?’“ 

“Thank you, Mr Starr” 

“Good girl.” He gave you a series of wet kisses going down your body. Then when he reached your soaking pussy, he spread your lips apart and began to lap at your folds and lick you open. It was the calm before the storm as he began to lick furiously at your clit. No matter how much your hips bucked or how you thrashed you the side, Ritchie’s mouth stayed firmly on your pulsating pussy. Shaking his head back and forth making you gasp every time and jerk your hips forward. Every jerk felt as if you were about to come. “Just like that, just like that” you said in quick breaths gasping for air. He was relentless giving your clit kisses with as if sucking off the tip of ice cream cone. Your ears were going red, and you came all over your loves face. Vision a bit blurry but muttered a “Thank you Mr.Starr” 

“ Your welcome princess” he gave you a sweet kiss before the slow torture of teasing you.

Rings slapped his cock against your pussy. This felt more dirty than the act it self. Every time he did it it was like hypnosis. I can be his little whore forever, never get out of this bed and just let him use me. Fuck You almost felt pitiful when he stopped. He spat on your pussy before entering at a painfully slow pace.

“Mr Starrrrrrr, I need you to fuck me please, I want you so bad.” It was so cute that you didn’t have to be told to beg.

Taking your word he began fucking you at the perfect pace, the most steady pace then hitting all the spots you didn’t even know you had. His hands on your hips guiding his thrust, while your feet were around your ears. Eyes were rolling in the back of your head. 

You felt a familiar pressure in the bottom of your belly, not one of cumming but of.. 

“Ritchie stop!” you said frantically.

“What’s wrong? Oh shit, did I hurt you?” He pulled out of you immediatly.

“It feels like Im going to ...piss” All you wanted to do was please Ritchie, and now you cant even control your bladder.

“ Darling look at me, your not going to piss your about to squirt.” 

“oh sor-”

“Don’t say sorry, just let it happen and look at me.” He began thrusting in that same fucking speed as if he never stopped. 

Your entire body began to shake and become hot as you came, clear liquid shooting out covering your thighs and his lower stomach.

“thank you so much Ritchie, I love you.”

“Thank you love, all I need is you” 

And he was right...he always was.

[spunkpunx]

Are Friends Electric? (Alex Turner)

Multi Part Series

Part 1: Dreamy Days

Sheffield 2002

"Is that a fookin' United shirt?"

"Yeah, so what? It's not mine, you know I support Owls."

"Am honestly disappointed in you, consortin' with the enemy an' that," Alex shook his head, refusing to look at the offending football shirt that I'd been forced into wearing.

"It was in lost property, an' you know what the PE teachers are like, they threatened to suspend me, Mam would kill me if they did," I replied, rubbing her legs in an attempt to warm them.

"Only 'cause you've been suspended before."

"Yeah well I don't want to do it again, she'd have me bloody guts for garters," I told him. He rolled his eyes. We were sat on an old bench around the back of the school, dressed in PE kits and smoking B&H cigarettes I had stolen off my mother. My football shorts were no match for the harsh January weather, but I was wearing a parka, hence why Alex had only just noticed the Sheffield United t-shirt. We couldn't leave school grounds yet, because in order to get out from behind we'd would have to go past the French classroom, and as the bell hadn't yet gone, there would still be Miss Kelly and a class of year 7s ready to catch us out.

"I'm fookin' freezing," Alex whined, putting out his fag on the wall and dropping it onto the floor. "At least you've got that bloody big coat."

I sighed and flicked my cigarette butt onto the floor, stomping it out with the toe of my trainer. "If we go over the wall you know you have to give me a leg up," I explained bluntly. He nodded along almost eagerly, likely desperate to get out the cold and home as soon as possible.

"I don't mind Jack, I just wanna leave."

"Right then," I replied, standing up, picking up my bag and putting a foot into a crack in the stone, grabbing the top edge where my fingers could just about catch grip on the rough stone. Alex came up behind me and put his hands on my shin, and using his hands to push against, I pulled herself up. Unfortunately, my foot slipped, and I began to fall back down, but my fall was stopped by the feeling of hands holding me up. Alex's hands, on my bum.

I felt my ears burning red, but not willing to have to try again, I pulled herself up using my arms and jumped down the other side. As soon as my feet touched the ground I climbed on top of the large wheelie bin that sat against the wall and grabbed Alex's arm as he clambered over as well. He was a lot taller than me now, he'd grown in a way only 15 year old boys do, all long limbs and clumsiness. I'd barely even noticed him shoot up. I helped him over and we jumped into the street below.

"Um... I'm sorry that I touched your..." Alex stuttered slightly, his cheeks going uncharacteristically red. I cut him off.

"Al, it's fine."

"I mean I-"

"It's fine," I repeated, more firmly. He shrugged and pushed his hands into his pockets, beginning to walk down the alley toward the road. I followed him, jogging slightly to catch up with his long strides.

"Am gonna join a band you know," he told me as we turned the corner onto the street. I looked at him in surprise.

"A band? Who wiv?" I questioned, confused.

"Matt."

"Matt Helders or Matt Sheppard?"

"Matt Helders of course! Av'e never even spoke to Matt Sheppard why on earth would I be talking about 'im?"

"Well I dunno do I? I didn't even know Matt Helders played an instrument, he's not singing is he?" I queried, scuffing my shoes along the floor.

Alex shook his head slightly. "He plays drums, I'm the singer."

"But you play guitar?" I could sense my brain was really struggling to keep up.

"I can do both, like Bowie."

"Don't compare yourself t'Bowie unless you go to your gigs dressed in a catsuit an' heels an' bat away crowds of lads and lasses who want to sleep with ya."

"I'm not against the crowds of lasses, but I don't think I could commit to the rest," he laughed cheekily. I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.

"You're full of shit, you are," I grinned, as he rubbed his arm over-dramatically. Cars whizzed past as we reached the main road. Cars that caused slight rushes of air as the pair of us continued to walk, that's how close they drove past the pavement.  "Mine or yours?" I asked him.

"Yours, yer mam won't be back from work yet."

"Fairs."

A silence lulled in the conversation as we continued to walk down the street, Alex was scuffing his trainers along the floor. It was annoying as fuck but I didn't say owt.

"Did you hear what Rory Pike did today at lunch?"

"No?"

"He got his cock out on the school field," Alex divulged me, a laugh spread across his face. I couldn't help but join in the joke.

"Rory Pike is a world class minger," I told him, and soon we were both in stitches, adding extra gross details to the story to the amusement of each other.

"Did Cook finally ask tha' girl out then?" I changed the subject, catching my breath back from my laughing fit.

"'Course not, he jibbed again, then Simmo asked her instead," Alex explained.

"Simmo? Did she say yes?"

"Why would she? She clearly fancies Jamie."

"He needs to get his act together and ask her."

Alex nodded, momentarily in thought. He then very suddenly turned around and gave me a playful shove.

"First one to yours!" he exclaimed, quickly speeding off around the corner.

"Bastard," I muttered, beginning to run after him. I sprinted to catch up, but the awkward coat prevented me from getting anywhere near the speed his long limbs could get him. He legged it off and I was forced to slow my pace back down to a walk. The boy was clearly going to win and I had the house key so he'd have to wait outside for me anyway. I decided to take me time knowing I'd probably bump into Alex around the corner when he came back to see where I was. He'd probably be a bit moody about it, telling me off for being a fun sponge, and I'd apologise insincerely and then he'd give me an awkward side hug and tell me he couldn't stay angry at me, there's no way I'd let him. Then we would probably walk back to mine and be done with the matter.

This wasn't the case. I got round the corner, then the one after that, and didn't see any sign of Alex. There was no way he would still be running, he was too lazy and he would look like an idiot, racing against no one. He was a dafty but not that much of one. I began to get confused after I rounded the third corner and there was still not a sign of him.

"Oi Jackie!" Alex exclaimed, grabbing my shoulders from behind. I yelped in surprise and he burst out laughing.

"Fook you Alex Turner," I scolded him. "How did ya even get behind me?" He said nothing, and just tapped his nose conspiratorially.

Sheffield 2003

He knew everything there was to know about Jackie. He knew her favourite colour (red),her middle name (Arabella), her handwriting and everything else in between. Alex had known this for ages, but it had never weighed on his mind as much as it had recently.

It was the way he'd seen her the other night. There was a small gaff at someone or another's and Alex had gone with the boys. Jackie had showed up a bit later, dressed very differently to how he normally saw her. She had a leopard print mini skirt on and a tight, cropped t-shirt, along with her trainers and Adidas jacket. Of course he noticed her, lighting one of her L&B blues and trying to smoke it subtly; she was the only one smoking.

He had gone over and said hello, and she'd grinned when she saw him, glad of some company, he expected. Some 90s rave hit was playing, and cheesy lights flashed across the room. Trying too hard, he thought. She picked a beer off the counter she was leaning on and gave it to him. A Corona, lukewarm but still alcohol.

"D'ya wanna come for a spliff?" she asked him, patting her pocket, and he said yes. Her top was very tight, although he tried not to look, but he saw her bra, visible through the fabric. They went outside onto some kind of shitty balcony. She got what looked to be a large gram of weed and some Rizlas out, making an L and then ripping open a cigarette to get the tobacco out, she carefully sprinkled in some of the spliff and rolled. Alex didn't say anything, he just watched as she deftly rolled the joint. She lit the end and took her time, sitting down on a breeze block. He found himself a seat on the step.

"So how's t'band going, Arctic Monkeys i'nt it?"

"There's a gig coming up, at The Grapes," Alex told her, proudly. In fact, he puffed up slightly with pride. Jackie had never really got involved with the band, she said it weren't her business, but Alex still felt remarkably pleased whenever she showed an interest, especially if they were doing well.

"D'ya want me to come?"

"'Course! I thought you already were."

"Yeah I just... weren't sure, that's all," Jackie responded, unusually quiet. She was acting off with him.

"Is summit up?" Alex asked. She shrugged, taking another drag on her spliff and then handing it to him. "Jack?" he prompted further.

"It's nothing Al, jus' summit stupid," she replied. Her fingers fiddled with the edge of her sleeve. He decided to leave it, pushing her wouldn't make her tell him, it would just annoy her. He took a toke of the joint and they sat in silence for a moment.

"Wanna find some White Lightning and get hammered?" she asked and Alex grinned.

"Are you sure? That stuffs pretty lethal."

"Well fook it all we're not going home tonight," she replied, laughing slightly. Alex nodded, smiling, then passed her the spliff back. It was a still and cold night. Jackie let the smoke seep out her mouth and inhaled it through her nose.

They finished the spliff and went back inside. Alex found the rest of his mates and together they all got steaming. Simmo was acting strangely all night. Then Jackie started acting strange too. She was all quiet and snappy.

"Why were you being such a mardy bum yesterday," he asked her the next day. They were lounging about on the sofa at his, nursing two horrible headaches. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Not now Alex, I'm too hungover for this," she answered, misery clear in her voice.

"Just tell me and I'll stop naggin'" he told her, shuffling a bit closer so she couldn't turn over and ignore him.

"Your mate Simmo," she replied simply.

"What'dya mean? Look, I know the joke was a bit insensitive but tha's just what 'e's like," Alex began to explain, for some reason unknown to him, in Simmo's defence.

"It's not tha' you bloody great nit, he kissed me."

Alex couldn't explain why that came like a twist in the gut, but it did nonetheless. It made him stumble for his words for a moment.

"Oh," was all he managed to get out. "Did you kiss him back?"

"Of course not, he's funny, but a bit gross," Jackie replied, pulling a face, and Alex laughed. A strange sense of relief was felt somewhere in his system, although nowhere near enough to dull the queasy thud of his hangover. "'Sides, Chris asked me out the other day."

"Who the fook is Chris?"

"Chris Maher, from the garage."

"Him? You've lost your mind Jackie, he works at fookin' MotorWorld."

"He's funny! And he knows loads about cars, plus he can drive," she said stubbornly, crossing her arms.

"Why does it matter 'e can drive?"

"So I can get places, obviously," she responded dryly.

"I've almost passed me test!"

"Al, you're not even close to passing, I spoke to yer Dad an' he says you drive like you're drunk. 'Sides, I wouldn't want to get on your nerves, always cadgin' a lift." she explained, to Alex's disappointment.

"I didn't expect your type to be a guy who walks around in trackies, how desperate are ya?" Alex jabbed, a little cruelly. Jackie shot him a scathing look.

"Alexander, what is up with you? You were fine last night, an' now you're acting like I'm makin' you suck bloody lemons," she reprimanded him. She was trying to draw him into an argument, he could tell. He wasn't about to start a fight.

"Oh, it duen't matter," he said offhandedly, hoping to diffuse the issue, which seemed to work.

"He's actually a really lovely guy," Jackie added after a long pause.

"Ay, I'm sure he is," Alex replied halfheartedly.

[alistair-phoenix]

Prompt #8: Adroit

Tales of the Wayfaring Mage

Dwarves

Depending on who you ask, you will either have a positive or negative response. Loud drunks with rocks for brains or brilliant metalworkers with hearts of gold and livers of steel.

But after a hard day's work, they settle down over a pint... or keg. A sort of experience of camaraderie you wouldn't find anywhere else. Anyone that has either fought or worked alongside dwarves are treated like brothers and sisters of their own.

Arm wrestling matches were a favorite pastime for the miners. Most strength tests were. That and drinking. ---

Another day had passed for the mining crew and it was time to relax until next time. A small group of dwarves approached their Bar in the Wall with an amber-eyed human in tow.

“Not bad fer a gangly beanstalk's first month down 'ere.” One dwarf with red beard elbowed the human's side. “Didn' hafta pick up any slack in th' last week. Progress!”

Another dwarf that had a blonde beard laughed, “Aye, an now e's got sum meat on 'is bones. Ain't no beanstalk no more.”

A dwarf with a brown beard shook his head, “Nope, e's more a, cornstalk now, aye? Aye?”

The group as well as the human laughed as they approached a table.

“I tell ya what, son, ye certainly surprised me.” The black bearded dwarf smirked at the human. “A whole lot o' us didn't think ye'd last down 'ere. Goin’ back t' yer namby pamby nobleman's life from dust in yer eyes.”

“Surprised th' lot o' us.”

“Sure did.”

“Who'd 'ave thunk!”

The human smiled at the dwarves and their words. “We are most glad that we were able to exceed expectations.”

All of the dwarves looked at each other and snorted at the response, one even thumbing to the human, and all with smirks on their faces.

“Now if only ya'd drop th' fancy talk.” The red-bearded dwarf smacked the table with his hand before turning to the barmaids. “Need a couple mugs o' ale 'ere!”

“Please.” The human quickly added afterwards, which got a laugh out of the other dwarves.

“Least one o' yas got some manners.” The dwarven barmaid teased before turning to the taps.

Once the dwarven miners pulled up a chair, the blonde-bearded dwarf turned to Alistair. “Alright, lad. This time, yer gonna drink like th' rest o' us.”

“Pardon?” The amber-eyed man questioned as he sat down in a chair that was slightly out of spec with his size.

“Ye heard 'im, lad! Drink with yer brothers!” The brown-bearded dwarf answered. “After all yer hard work, why wouldn't ye?”

“Well...” The human had trouble trying to gather his thoughts.

“Don't even try t' talk yer way out of it.” The black-bearded dwarf interrupted. “Ye've been flakin' out on drinkin' with th' guys since ya first got here. Ye only drink one mug! Not nearly enuff.” He smacked the table with his fist. “Ye even miss out on arm wrestlin', too! Can't 'ave that either! Yer workin' with us!”

“But... you are stronger than us.” The defeatist human tried to excuse himself.

“That's quitters talk!”

“Milksop!”

“Come off it!”

The dwarves continued to poke fun at the human until the red-bearded dwarf smacked the table one more time. “Alright, lads, let's not give th' nobleman a hard time. He's obviously above our cultural traditions. Let 'im sit it out.”

This comment did not go unnoticed by the only human at the table. Such words stirred within his heart and mind, irritating him the more he sat on it.

“Alright, lads, ale's 'ere!” The barmaid approached with a serving tray held aloft, cutting off any more jabs at the human patron.

With a loud cheer, the group tended to their mugs with fervor as though it would be the last mug they would drink in a while. Meanwhile, the human watched his consumption as well as plotting something in the back of his mind.

---

After everyone had been through 3 mugs of ale, the revelry truly began. A couple of them started singing songs with others clapping along. More dwarves had even started showing up to join in after work. Soon there were dwarves dancing about and arm wrestling matches all around. The place was filled with merriment and joy.

“Say, boy!” The red-bearded dwarf from earlier approached the human, sitting across from him. “Come on. Ya gotta, do it.” He placed his elbow on the table and raised his arm along with his brow. “Come on! Show me what ya got!”

Some of the other dwarves nearby tugged and shoved the man around in a light roughhousing manner.

“Come on!”

“Do it! Do it! do it!”

“Give it a shot!”

The human sighed and squared up, putting his elbow on the table. “Fine. I can try.” He lifted his arm and he gripped the dwarf's hand.

The spectating dwarves cheered, some even laughed as though already expecting a certain result. Another dwarf placed his hand over the competitor's hands and looked between the two.

“Ready!?” He looked between the two.

Both the dwarf and human competing tightened their muscles, waiting for the moment to start.

“Go!”

The dwarf and human both started pushing against the other either with all or some of their strength. The dwarf did not appear to be using much of their own muscle to hold the human back. In fact, once he found out how much stronger, he decided to get cocky.

He let the human struggle to push his hand to one side only for him to push back to center. He was just going to mess with the human a bit before he could snatch his clear victory.

“Oh, so close.” The dwarf taunted before pushing back and slowly being pushed against. “Oh no, I think... I lost me strength.” He stopped his arm just half way. “I think I could use some more ale.”

The human struggled but never gave up trying in spite of everything. They were a part of the spectacle and he was the fool. But... he would be a fool no longer.

Suddenly the dwarf found his eyes watering up, an urge was rising within him. It felt like something was rubbing against his eye. He wanted to dig it out but he was still stuck in his arm wrestling match. He couldn't afford to rub his eye now!

Within that instant, the human swiftly pushed their hand down, the back of the dwarf's hand met the table.

Silence reigned around the table.

…

“Did we win?” The human asked as he slowly released his opponent's hand, dumbstruck as everyone else.

A loud cheer erupted all around them. Several of the dwarves were shoving the human around and giving rough pats on the back.

“Got somethin' in me eye...” The red-bearded opponent raised his hand to rub the corners of his eyes. “I think? But yeah, ya won. But don't let it go t’ yer head!”

The amber-eyed man laughed and waved his hand dismissively. “Promise not to.” However, he did not have the heart to tell him he cheated a bit. He had magically accumulated dust as well as dirt and gradually pushed them into the dwarf's eyes.

However, once that match was over, more dwarves wanted to challenge the human that bested a dwarf in arm wrestling.

The boy needed to figure out new clever methods and quickly...

[tema-makes-art-sometimes]

002 for gercanmano please?

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

GerCanMano

when I started shipping it.

Maybe a year to two years ago? It’s hard to say I can’t really remember. I don’t know what sparked it, but either way I know it started with my friend Lemon. Either we were doing things with the BFT and I had made a joke about baby BFT with Romano, Germany and Canada and it just developed discussions from there. Or it was me struggling between the three proponent ships and Lemon being like ‘why don’t you just make them a poly’ and like sun coming out from behind the clouds it finally dawned on me by the power of citrus. Either way it was something I kept messing with, and the more I talked about it the more people hopped on board with me. We’re still just a raft in a sea of ships but I made this baby and I’m proud of it.

I will say I have had a lot of people talk to me like I made it, and while I do want to take some credit cause I put a lot of time into them, I have heard it used to be a ship back in the old hetalia days. But I haven’t found any old fanworks of it. And trust me I scoured every fic and art site I could think of. Maybe it was something only seen in RP groups so it never got published fic or art but I crave content for it so if it was originally a thing and there’s content around let me know please I don’t wanna take credit for it fully but I have not found another person who shipped it before they talked to me.

my thoughts:

Literally some of the only serotonin I get in these trying times. I love them so much they make me so happy. An unbelievably strong power house trio who could do damn near about anything together. They have it all.

I could go on for hours about small scenarios or aus with them. Like I’m a multi-shipper but fuck man they’re my OTP. I can and do ship other things with them, but man they make me melt with joy.

I made a playlist for it, I’m still building it but I like ti so far. I wish I could find more three person love songs but for now I have songs for each of the three lads, and the three ships that make up it, so it works! Might change some of them but I like what I have so far!

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLC4nWN-9zrnEOeLgihkaqQOpPO6nEnc81

Germany and Romano: A Lovely Night and If I Could Tell Her

Romano and Canada: Best Worst Mistake

Canada and Germany: Guy That I’d Kind of Be Into

Germany General: When He Sees Me and Little Miss Perfect (President Perfect)

Romano General: I Won’t Say I’m in Love (so original I know)

Canada General: Would You Be So Kind? and Piece of Art

What makes me happy about them:

Literally everything. Their characters, the dynamics, the growth they create together. They may not work in every story of mine but when they work they really work. They push each member of the ship to grow as a person. Germany finding support he may not have originally had, Canada finding the confidence and support in a group that won’t forget him, Romano finally feeling safe enough to open up to others in a way he didn’t feel safe doing before. It’s just the good fucking food. You can put it in different settings and it just works, they’re able to play off one another in a really great way and pull them out of their comfort zones in ways that other ships don’t hit me as hard with.

What makes me sad about them:

That I am literally one of the only people who makes content for it. I have scoured the internet I can’t find anything, ANYTHING. And often I cannot get people to follow me on it, I’ve been getting more people on board slowly but surely but STILL-- That or they really try to push the whole ‘i ship it with (ship thats similar but with one of the brothers swapped out for the other)’ on me when I’m talking about it and I’m just like. I asked for GerCanMano I didn’t ask for your opinion. I’ve thought about the other ship conbo’s with their other brothers, I just like this one the best.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

When this ship is treated as a lesser to other ships around the three characters. People going like well I think it would be better if it was ‘swaps one of the brothers out for the other’ but that’s not the point. Also this is a general problem I have with Germano/GerCan as well but people making it all about their family’s or brothers reactions and how it effects their brothers instead of their relationship. ESPECIALLY between Romano and Italy.

It’s almost always a cheating on their ‘true love’ or some sort of affair fic and it doesn’t focus on their love and living together and more about them bouncing around to avoid getting caught and I just don’t care enough. I just want to see them in a loving happy relationship, and interacting with one another. Prussia, America’s and ESPECIALLY Italy’s reactions don’t matter to me. When it comes to say GerIta fics, there are a few that address Romano’s feelings toward Italy’s relationship, but not all of them. Hell some of them don’t have a mention or hair of Romano, but when the position is reversed with Germano suddenly even if he’s not in the fic it’s all about how Italy feels about it or how it effects him or hiding it from him.

I dont want to watch Germany go back and forth about which Italy brother he likes while dating both. It’s one just not in character and two its uncomfortable. I read this fic for the gercanmano Im not here to hear that Germany’s cheating on and warring with his feelings toward Italy or Canada sleeping around behind Prussia’s back. It’s boring and I’m tired of reading it. I’m digging into specifics of the three component ships cause there are no fanfics of GerCanMano so I can’t talk about what annoys in their base fics.

I had like one person write GerCanMano into their RusPrus fic, which was cool. but then they were a nazi apologist. So I can’t exactly read it anymore. I have nothing else to compare to but the base three ships of Germano, GerCan and Canmano

Things I look for in fanfic I don’t ask much I just want them to exist without me having to write all of them. I wanna find content other people have made, not that I’m lazy and think peopel should make content for me, just that I get bored of reading my own writing. If I wanna be really picky, letting it be a quickly established relationship and getting to see them in the relationship, learning about each other living together dealing with problems together that doesn’t just have them break up after one fight.

Having them in a functioning relationship before the story is over. Letting that relationship blossom past the start or the first date before the fic is finished. It’s sad when a romance story ends with them getting together cause there’s so much more relationship to have-- ;^; what about cooking together and cuddles on the couch and date nights and small fights and family gatherings--

My happily ever after for them:

It’s hard to write a happily ever after for nations or for anything to be honest cause life keeps going, growing, changing etc. But I’d love them to have a wedding and just a calm, slice of life kind of life together. A nice house, a big garden, a pond in the back where in the winter Germany and Canada can ice skate. A nice big garage where Germany and Romano can work on cars, Maybe near the woods so they can all go hiking,

Nothing fancy. A nice place that smells like warm coffee in the morning, that’s lively with sound of loved ones and shenanigans during the day and quiet whispers of affection at night. They get together but meetings are less boring, they have plans with their family and friends. Spain, France and Prussia loving to tease their little siblings/kids about things and make sure they’re doing okay. Veneziano always trying to help Romano come up with romantic shenanigans to use against his husbands. America just being happy his bro is happy.

Just soft wholesome life stuff. ;;

My kinks:

These are going below for discussions of not safe for work topics. I’m not going light so dive below at your own risk. (sex discussion, kink discussion, general ns//fw content)

I exclusively write top Canada. Like, I just do. I don’t really draw or write him taking it, I don’t know why I just don’t. Doesn’t mean he isn’t put under someone’s thumb in bed, but they’re still riding. There are very very few instances where I have written him taking. Again I don’t know why. Maybe it’s just the concept of soft pastel uwu boy slamming Germany into a wall, maybe it’s the thought of Canada in heels and leather just with the vibe of ‘go ahead tell them. no one will believe you’.

Canada isn’t any kinkier than Germany, but he’s more confident than Germany about it.  He’s got a little bit of jealous neediness in the back of his brain so when it comes to sex he loves when his partner’s attention is on him. He loves to spoil and get spoiled and is the roughest of the three. Just a tiny, tiny bit of masochism/sadism. Very small. It’s very much he’ll do it (with safe words set in place and everything) but he will feel eh about it afterward and make sure that they don’t take away that he hates them or anything. In the inverse hes very very good at fluffing people up and body worship, as well as demeaning talk. Loves role-playing, hence slipping into the mind where he’s got the confidence to throw Germany around the bedroom. He loves especially tying them up and just watching them writhe-

Germany is a switch, fight me on it. If you think that man who has very little canon confidence with romance and no experience is a 100% big daddy top you’re just wrong I’m not sorry. Mind you, he can top and he often does, but being rough and demanding and forceful is not something he’s good at he’s so nervous about injuring his partner, even if they tell him it’s fine.

Germany is into all the rough play, like it’s canon. He loves to tie and be tied up and he likes when power is taken away from him. He likes when people push him under their thumb it’s why Canada gets to be rough with him. But at the same time, Germany is the most wholesome lover out of the three. Because it can be so hard to coax him out of his shell with his kinks, he can often be the inverse. Very gentle, very praising. Absolutely loves to body worship his partners. He’s not really all that good or comfortable with giving people blow jobs, however he loves kisses and touches all over. Mind you getting a blowjob is something he really enjoys, hes just not good at giving. Good thing that both his boyfriends are amazing at it. Favorite thing the two do is Canada having Germany Ride him and then Matteo either riding him on top or giving him head during.

Romano oh, Romano. He’s a bottom. The most bottom-y bottom. An absolute pillow princess and a brat wanting to be tamed. He tops very very rarely, and out of the three has the most experience both giving and receiving and with all different partners. Even if he’s bottoming doesn’t mean he’s always at the whim of his partners though, he loves riding.

Romano is the least kinky out of the three, while the other two enjoy being tied up, Romano isn’t really a fan, he doesn’t mind collars or handcuffs but full shibari like what Canada or Germany would be fine with doesn't really fly for him. As I said before, he’s also the loudest, and gets very whiny when left to hang (not like either of them mind the noise). Romano loves giving and receiving blow jobs/hand jobs. Especially giving. It’s how he gets the good vibes of watching his partner squirm in the good way. He also loves to leave nibbles scratches bites and hickies if he’s allowed to. Catch him giving Germany a bite right above his collar before a meeting. Despite what might be expected, he can roll with degradation in bed really well but he falls apart quick with praise. He likes both but he will tear up when Germany gets overly gushy and feelsy.  Loves double penetration and being spit-roasted.

[imagineurfavs]

Super Junior - Donghae A-Z

“Could you do an A-Z for SUJU’s donghae please?? I loved the eunhyuk one!! (≧∀≦)” “I requests a a-z for donghae, full of smut and sweethae” “Super Junior - Donghae A-Z!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASEEEE”

A/N Im sorry this tooks so long lads, i hope yall like it 💕💕

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A - Aftercare Don’t think it’s something he’d really think about ngl. He just wants to go straight to cuddling with you, the last think on his mind get showering or anything lol. Unless its a romantic bubble bath, then he might be down.

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner) On himself, i think he’d like his mouth. He sees how good he can make you feel with just his mouth, he can’t help but favour it lol. On his partner, he likes their stomach, the soft skin is his favourite place to pepper a load of lil kisses

C - Cum He favours cumming inside you, it just has that extra intimacy factor that he loves. But if not that then he loves to cum on your stomach, he just thinks it looks so pretty.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) He uses any kind of voice note or voicemails you send him to help him get off whenever he’s jacking it lol. Even if you're speaking about the most mundane shit, he just finds your voice so attractive, you could read the dictionary cover to cover and he’d bust several nuts lmao

E - Experience Some...not a crazy amount, but some. He’s just super shy and he really has to have a deep connection with someone to wanna sleep with them. But he is in his 30′s so like, he’s obviously got a bit lol

F - Favourite Position Anything where you’re on top of him lol, he loves seeing you take charge and lead the way. You just look so hot with an ego boost lmao

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc) He’s somewhere in the middle. He takes it quite seriously but he just can’t contain the happiness he feels either. But he also gets quite shy about the whole ordeal, even though he’s no stranger to sex it’s just something that makes him kinda blushy and embarrassed.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they) Don’t really think he pays it too much mind tbh, he wont let it get crazy but it’s just not something he’s really bothered about

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect) He’s a total romantic. He wouldn't even think about sleeping with someone he wasn't totally enamoured with, so its safe to say that intimacy carries over into the bedroom. A lot of deep eye contact, hand holding and whispered words of love.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation) Pretty often, he’s just very easily riled up lmao. He’s probably the type to just jack off in a public bathroom if he really had to.

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks) Praise praise praise. He loves being told how well he’s doing, how no one can make you feel how he does etc. It’s not a constant thing, but he definitely has some submissive tenancies too. He just likes being lead and taught and maybe teased/punished a lil bit if he acts up

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do) 9 times out of 10, he likes to keep it in the bedroom purely for sake of familiarity lmao. Other than that, he really enjoys the shower, its like, the tiniest bit naughty but private enough as to where he doesn’t feel totally out of his comfort zone

M - Motivation (What turns them on) Literally just say anything even slightly sexual to him and he’ll be raring to go. Hearing someone speaking so frankly about sex just makes his brain log out and go right to his dick lol. 

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs) Nothing that involves other people, he just gets too shy lmao. He wants to keep his sex life very private. I dont think he’d be into anything involving a substantial amount of pain either, a bit of biting/spanking is okay, but anything more than that weirds him out 

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Receiving, he just totally melts. He’ll keep a hand on you, constantly stroking your hair, grabbing it a little tighter the closer he gets to finishing. When giving, he’s a total sweetheart. Full of soft little movements, always looking up at you to get a gauge of how well he’s doing, 

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc) It’s always different. Usually he’s on the slower side, very deep, fluid rolls of his hips. But if he’s particularly needy, he can get super fast and sharp with his thrusts.

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) They’re a pretty regular occurrence just bc of how needy he can get lmao. He thinks they're super fun lmao

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?) Surprisingly, I feel like he would be down to experiment, to a certain extent. Just bc he has a lot of curiosity to do with sex, yknow? He wants to try all there is to try. But with that being said, if he doesn’t like something, he’ll just straight up stop midway lmao

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc) He doesn’t last all that long but you’ll probably be able to get a couple rounds out of him before he totally clocks out lol

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?) He’s definitely open to using toys, but it’s something you’ll have to bring up bc its not something he’s really familiar with. Lowkey, I think he’d rather have toys used on him than vice versa. Please tie up his wrists and he’ll just turn into a whiny mess lmao it’s very cute.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) He’s really not much of a tease at all, at least not intentionally. He’ll get carried away with small little gestures and movements to the point where you’d probably end up getting frustrated lmao, but the second he starts seeing you get even the smallest bit impatient, he’ll get right too it lol

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make) On the quieter side, mainly little whimpers and sighs, cute cute cute

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon) Now, I dont think Donghae is an outright sub, but he definitely enjoys being put in his place some times. I also get the feeling that he’s super into role play lmao. Something like CEO/Assistant (with you being the ceo obviously lmao) or something where you can really take charge over him. He just gets so turned on seeing you have all the power over him. He secretly enjoys getting lowkey punished so dont be surprised if he uses these scenarios as an excuse to act out a little bit. 

X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants) Pretty much average, super pretty n pink too oop

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) Pretty high, just bc I feel like he’s quite easily turned on lmao he’s pretty much always ready to go

Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He’ll sleep, but he’ll wait until you get comfortable and start to drift off before he even thinks about sleeping

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In a World Uncertain, Say You’ll be my Stone

Okay this is a original fic by me im sorry if its shit i was listening to an Alessia Cara song when I wrote this and used Troye songs in this as well idk its cute and i love it

Rating: G Word count: 4,427 Warnings: Accidental outing Summary: Freddie a makeup youtuber and his best friend Reese a singer decide to fake date after Freddie accidentally outs himself aka FRIENDS TO BOYFRIENDS (This is straight up fluff yo!)

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An annoying buzz was the first thing Freddie heard, a buzz he wanted to stop. Turning over with a groan he pulled his phone to his face, seeing his sister Katherine's name blinking across the too-bright screen. With weak still slow from sleep hands he finally answered with a sigh. "Hello-" He started voice gruff from just waking up. "You have got some explaining to do Mr." Katherine started in a soft, yet demanding tone. "Mum is going to kill you!" "Kat, the love of my life, Mum can kill me later, it's too early." He mumbled sleepily turning his face into the plush pillow. "Freddie, you're on the front page of every magazine, they caught you kissing Hayden." At that moment Freddie felt everything well up in his throat, suddenly all the drinks he had the night before had turned against him. He felt moments away from crying but also getting sick. "No..." he trailed off, "It can't be." he half-whispered to himself and his sister. "Kat, tell mum I'll call later." without letting her reply, he hung up his almost dead iPhone and did what he couldn't do on the phone. Freddie let himself cry, he couldn't believe he let himself get so absorbed into the night before. He could not believe he did what he promised himself he would never do until he felt that the time was right.

Freddie Barnes outed himself.

It wasn’t the fact that Freddie wanted to stay in the closet or the fact that he didn’t feel comfortable being himself. Hell no! That wasn’t Freddie, as most of Freddie's friends could attest to Bi Pride day he wore pink, lavender and blue as if his life depended on it. People. Biphobic people, homophobic people, transphobic, aphobic, nonbinaryphobic people were the ones he couldn’t handle. As strong as Freddie was he couldn’t handle all the hate that would be directed to him. Freddie knew the feeling all too well, back in Doncaster when he came out and all of his friends left him abandoned. Then a few years ago when his best friend came out and the internet flooded with so much love, but love is always drowned out by the unbearable hate. “Hayden,” Freddie spoke in a small brittle voice. Hayden Sanders his best friend who had to deal with all this hate long before, now getting even more all because of a drunken truth or dare game. All because of me Freddie thought to himself, It’s all your fault. Before Freddie could get any more down on himself a soft knock came from the other side of his door. “Come in” he softly spoke trying not to give the person an indication that he had been crying for the better part of an hour. Hayden slowly stepped through the door, looking about as rough as Freddie did. His long curls in an unruly heap that was meant to be a bun. Tear stain’s running from the waterline of his lashes, in long unforgiving streaks down to his chin. His clothes a wrinkled mess, still in the same outfit from the previous night. And worst of all he refused to meet Freddie gaze. “Hayden please look at me.” Freddie pleaded, his wobbly voice betraying him. However, Hayden still would not look into his eyes, he shuffled across the room towards Freddie bed taking Freddie tight in his arms and releasing the sobs Hayden tried so hard to keep in. This sent Freddie reeling, only tangling his fingers into Hayden’s lilac jumper, sending the tears he tried to hold back down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry Fredd.” Hayden whispered in his thick low voice. “I am so sorry.” Either of them could say any words, they only curled closer into the embrace. ~ It felt as though days past when Freddie woke up to the sound of glass clacking together. Sleepily rubbing the sleep from his eyes, pulling himself out of his large round bed and going to look for Hayden. With each step on the cold hardwood floor, Freddie remembered the hours before. The call from Katherine, another step Outing himself, another step Hayden coming crying, another step After being hit with a repeat of everything Freddie quickly made his way to his small kitchen, only to be face to face with Hayden. Hayden wasn’t himself, his usual bright cheeky smile reached his eyes. But now his eyes were dull, and his smile was just a fake one. As if he was trying to be strong for the both of them. “I made you tea, no milk like you like it,” Hayden said sliding a cup towards Freddie, placing his hands on the small island in the middle of the kitchen. “Freddie, I am so sorry. I can fix this I swear.” He pleaded, his smile faltering as his voice choked with the urge to cry. A few tetras weld up in Freddie's eyes only for him to shake his head. “H, there’s nothing you can do. What’s done is done. It was bound to happen at some point.” He shrugged, opening his arm nodding at his best friend to come in for a cuddle. “Now, all those fanfics of us will double, who knows maybe we’ll be some uni students looking for a new year’s kiss,” Freddie smirked as he sipped on his tea, causing Hayden to groan in response. “I didn’t even think of all the people that ship us. It’s rather cute though don’t you think.” Hayden mused, wrapping his arm around the small of Freddie back, making them connect seamlessly as they always do. Freddie giggled nodding, “I quite like the ones where we fake date each other to be honest. But that’s off the record Sanders.” The stern voice only to be compromised by the joyful expression, sending crinkles up to his eyes. A pleasant silence consumed the two of them before the elephant in the room became too much to bear. “Why don’t I call the lads?” Hayden suggested, looking at the wobble of Freddie's lip. “Please?” ~ Hours later and a distraction of pizza and makeovers lefts Freddie feeling better, that was until he decided to check his phone. As soon as he plugged in his rose gold iPhone, he went about his usual routine and clicked on twitter. As the app loaded Freddie nerves kicked in, dropping his phone to the ground causing Hayden, Ashton, and Liam to jump in their seats. As if in an instant, the boys were all wrapped tightly around Freddie, whispering sweet compliments into his hair. This went on until Freddie was finally calmed enough and stopped crying, mumbling a soft thank you in return. “Lads,” Hayden spoke up only nodding his head before it was just Freddie and Hayden in the room. “Freddie, I have an idea.” At this moment Freddie was up for any idea, that even included running through the streets of London with a bi-colored suit that read out “Freddie Barnes Is Bi” in big glittery letters. “Freddie I think we should fake date.” “Fake date?!?” Freddie screeched. “Hayden you have got to be kidding me, you finally got over all this hate about you being pan. You can finally kiss whoever you want in your videos without being bombarded with hate. Why would you do that?” Freddie whispered, looking down at his lap in defeat. “Fredd, I know how it feels going through this alone. I know how scary it can be, Freddie I don’t want my best friend to ever feel the same thing I did. Please let me help you for once.” Racking his brain with every negative outcome that could happen, Freddie suddenly was met with the widest pair of bright green eyes he had ever seen. At that moment Freddie knew all of his hindsight went out the window. “Okay, Hayden.” - It took Freddie a 30 minute laughing fit, followed by incoherent whispers of “I’m going to pretend to date my best friend” before anyone started to worry. Liam tried to help by bringing Freddie out some tea with lavender, to calm his nerves. While all the laughing made Ashton anxious and thus started to laugh too, causing Hayden to have to take a video of Ashton’s full out hollowing. When Liam finally came back in and connived Freddie to drink the tea, the room became far more relaxed. “So, someone please fill us in on what just caused all of that?” Ashton sounded horse from the laughing fit he just put himself through. “Hayden asked Freddie to fake date him,” Liam replied simply as Hayden nodded next to him. As soon as Liam spoke the hot tea came full force back out of Freddie's mouth in a spit take, sending him into a coughing fit. “Wait you knew?” Freddie coughed out. Liam just shrugged taking a sip of the tea he made for himself. “Who do you think gave him the idea? Look, Barnes, before you get all upset it’s better for the both of you. Coming at this purely from a pr standpoint, you can come out, be happy about your self, Hayden can spend more time with you, and either of you have to deal with any of the hate alone.” Ashton nodded, “Plus that means we can finally tweet about all the adorable shite you two do before you started to date.” He chipped in adding air quotes around ‘date’. “Fredd,” Hayden stated, “It’s the least I can do for you, and you have already done so much for me.” It took Freddie sometimes to think over it before he finally managed to agree. “So what’s our plan?” ~ Freddie knew exactly how this was going to go down, a simple coffee date, a few pap pictures, they hold hands news hits the stands, and then Freddie makes his coming out video. Even though having it all written down on paper helped, it also really didn’t. Things weren’t that simple. Freddie knew if they didn’t make this look believable enough it could all come shattering down around them. His nerves were in high gear making it almost impossible to even fill his brows properly much less try to do a flawless winged eyeliner. Holding up his rose lip liner from NYX he noticed his hands shaking making him even more nervous for the day. Adding his pink macaroon butter gloss, and then adding subtle glittered highlighter Freddie knew he was going to do this. And he was going to be the best fake boyfriend anyone could ever be. Well, that was until Freddie arrived at the coffee place. It was a small hole in the wall place that of course, Hayden would pick out. It looked like a try-hard hipster place that just didn’t feel right, maybe it was the deception he was about to do, or just the place itself but Freddie wasn’t sure about the plan any longer. As if on cue Hayden was right next to him, smiling his wide dimpled grin that melted the heart of everyone Hayden met, and Freddie could not be any more thankful for it at that moment. “H, what if we can’t do this?” Freddie whispered, trying to make sure that his fear didn’t lace his voice. Hayden only grinned wider in response, “I got you, I’ll keep you afloat.” Freddie felt his nerves melt instantly. His hands were no longer shaking, his racing heart slowly coming down to a soft tempo and everything clicking into place. - The date went much the same as any other time Freddie and Hayden are together, at least one picture of the other doing something silly, tons of banter and a few compliments (but of course Freddie still had to make at least one jab, now that Hayden is famous he doesn’t need an ego), and of course plenty of platonic kissing and cuddles. Now it felt so much more forced, causing Freddie to shy away every time Hayden’s hand lingered a bit too long. “Fredd,” Hayden spoke up trying to distract him from any negativity he may be having. “It’s just me it’s okay.” He tried to console only to make Freddie shy away more. “H, it just doesn’t feel right, it’s not for us anymore it’s for everyone.” Hayden could only frown in response as the waitress came to pick up their empty cups, “I’m sorry to intrude,” she started, a thick welsh accent rolling off her tongue “Would you mind if I get a picture?” The pair looked towards each other only to be interrupted by her laughing. “No with me silly, the two of you blokes. Hayden, I’ve been listening to your stuff forever, and Freddie you are just so sweet. The both of you just make me so happy, I kinda just want to see you two the same way.” They both agreed to get up from their seats cuddling close to each other for the picture, as she took the photo Freddie looked over and seen what she meant. Hayden looked so happy to be with Freddie, his eyes light up more than the stars in the night sky. Freddie wanted to name one for Hayden at that moment, but his thought was broken when Hayden asked she send the picture to him on twitter. Freddie knew at that moment everything was going to be fine. - “Fredd,” Hayden hummed out, as they walked out hand in hand into the chilled autumn air of London. Freddie only made a nose in return nuzzling his face into the sleeve of the brown leather jack Hayden sported. The conversation, however, was abruptly halted by the sounds of the camera’s clicking, and whispers of the people behind them. Freddie could only sigh in response before he smiled up at Hayden. “Come on, Boo lets give them something to take a picture of.” Before Freddie could comprehend what was happening, Hayden had to take Freddie and twirled him around, both of them giggling and squealing with delight as their two bodies left almost no space between them. There was a clear crimson blush lining both of there cheeks as another snap went off. Maybe they could do this. ~ The next day Freddie woke up to another annoying buzz of his phone, of course, he knew exactly who it was this time. Hayden's contact name popped up on the screen, Freddie couldn't help but smile and feel so much love when he saw it. “Hel-” He was cut off by screaming in the background from none other than Ashton. “Boo,” Hayden whined into the phone. “They released the pictures and Ashton won't believe me that we aren't dating.” Even though the phone Freddie could tell he was pouting. The usual Hayden pout where he tried to look all angry yet sad, and end up just looking like an oversized toddler. “Put the wanker on the phone,” Freddie giggled rolling his eyes. The phone switched over and a very excited scream erupted through the phone. “Holy shit, Ash can you be even more excited for a little fake relationship.” “Fredd you can't lie to me. I got those Irish instincts and you lot are lying.” Ashton huffed out in pride. Freddie could only smirk at the wildness of his friend. “Yeah, yeah Mr. Ireland. Give the phone back to curls now will ya.” “Give the phone back to curls! Now that's going on twitter.” Ashton shouted as the phone was handed back to Hayden. “Boo I thought you said you were going to fix this,” Hayden said in a mock sad tone. “But it's Ash, what will ya do?” Hayden chuckled out his thick voice spoke in a slow soothing hum, sending a pleasant wave of warm down Freddie's spine. Freddie nodded humming in response before he realized why Hayden called in the first place. “Did the pictures turn out well?” “Fredd don't worry everyone is talking about them, I'm pretty sure Frayden is trending on twitter right now. But I was meaning to ask you something?” “And what would that be the love of my life?” “Hah ha very funny Fredd, but Liam thought it would be a good idea if we did more stuff together. Ya know after you make your coming out video.” That hadn't even crossed Freddie's mind having to make that video, the video where he couldn't turn back. The video where he had to lie and say his best friend was the person he was dating. “Yea,” he whispered into the phone. “Hayden can you be there when I record the video, please I need it.” “You don't have to ask Fredd, you're my best friend. Our friendship comes first.” A smile spread across Freddie's cheeks sending crinkles to the corner of his bright blue eyes. “Come over tomorrow okay?” - Freddie spends the day procrastinating, usually, that meant going on twitter but that was the last place he even wanted to look at. Instead, he decided to do something big tomorrow. He was going to do a coming outlook. Putting on his old vans and a pink knitted beanie he went to the closest drug store and found everything he needed from NYX. Picking up white eyeliner, the ultimate shadow palette, and the matte lip cream in soule, Moscow, and Paris. As he headed for the check out a young boy came up to him and hugged him without any warning. “Hi, Freddie!” The young boy chirped in excitement, “My mum is letting me get makeup thanks to you!” The boy smiled his whole face lighting up. Freddie couldn't hold back the pride he felt in helping this little boy become confident and feel okay to wear makeup. “That's amazing little lad, make sure to-” Freddie was cut off by the little boy finishing his line “Get Nyx because Nyx is best!” the boy smiled hugging Freddie one last time before he went off to get his make up. Knowing by just having his makeup channel he made that much of a difference he knew coming out could only make an even better one. ~ “Thanks for watching everyone and I'll see you next time.” Freddie smiled huffing a sigh as soon as Hayden turned off the camera. “Fredd that was amazing you did so well.” Hayden grinned opening his arms pulling Freddie into a tight hug. “But I hope you realize you're gonna have to do a pan look for the next pride.” “Nahh, you can watch the tutorial.” Freddie giggled pulling away from the hug, finally getting to look in the mirror without so much anxiety running through him. Freddie felt amazing, light pink and purple on his upper lid, flowed into a blue making his eye pop and a white-winged linger flicking out to a dramatic curve. His lips mimicking the bi flag and the sliver and purple glitter lining his cheeks. He then looked up behind him where Hayden was sanding smiling at his best friend with so much pride. “Thank you for being here, H.” “Anything for you Boo,” Hayden said his thick warm voice filling the room. “Liam wanted me to talk to you about something though.” Freddie's mood dropped instantly thinking that he would have to go through his alone. All of his fears welling upon his face as Hayden looked back over to Freddie with a frown. “Fredd, no don't worry. It's nothing bad I promise.” He said taking Freddie's hand and leading him to sit on the bed. “He said we should try kissing in front of the paps, or even when we film one of the videos or when you come to my concert with in the next two months..” He trailed off slowly toning his voice into a mumble. Freddie didn't really know how to respond. He gently squeezed Hayden's hand to try and clam him a bit. “Liam wants to make it look natural?” Freddie asked tracing his finger along the lines of Hayden's anchor. Hayden could only blush and nod, “Um... Yea.” “Well let's practice.” Freddie leaned in first, tipping his head slightly to the left as Hayden leaned to the right. They both fluttered closed, as their lips connected in what Freddie felt like a spark. Freddie hands trailed up and tangled his fingers into the ends of his curls. Hayden moved his arms to wrap around Freddie's waist. The feeling of safety and love spread throughout Freddie traveling to his fingertips. His fingers felt like sparks as he tried to pull Hayden closer when their lips worked together in what felt like a perfectly tuned orchestra playing in a beautiful symphony. To Freddie, the world felt as if the world stood still until the moment they pulled apart. The pulled apart blinking at each other in a form of shock and content, giggling like school kids who kissed their crush out in the schoolyard. A blush spread across Hayden's cheeks only causing Freddie to smile wider. “Come on, Romeo” Freddie started. “Let's film our first video.” ~ The first month went by with ease for the most part. The fans and paps loved their chemistry. They became the most talked about couple in all of 2016 Kimaye be damned. The fans loved when the two of them started to live stream, and even when Hayden made Freddie sing one of his songs. (The hashtag Frayden Sing Youth trended for almost two days.) However, with all the love came hate. Many people would come on Freddie channel and just say he was using Hayden for fame. Others would send biphobic messages to Hayden over Freddie only to get blocked in return. But for the most part, they were accepted. Ashton wasn't helping on the casual dating front though. Every time the lads were together Ashton would tweet something cute they said or even post a picture. Ashton convinced their fans at one point they were living together and adopted a kitten when he posted a picture of Freddie kissing Hayden's cheek as Hayden held up a small sphynx kitten in his hand. In all everything was starting to become Freddie life. Every Tuesday film two videos of his own and maybe one with Hayden. Wednesday was their best friend breakfast date that over the last month turned into a fake dating date. And on the weekends Freddie helped Hayden filming for his new music video series. And today was finally the release of Wild and also the day of the concert. In all Freddie felt a bubble of excitement well up. To celebrate the event Freddie and Hayden were going to do a live stream of them dying their hair matching colors before the event. It was 10 o'clock and Hayden still wasn't there. The hour soon changed over and Hayden still wasn't there. Freddie didn't know what to feel, he tried calling and it was straight to voice mail, he tried texting and no response. It was only 3 hours until the video premiere so Freddie texted once more before starting the live stream. The stream ended as the video went up and Freddie couldn't be more stressed. He kept running his hands through his new bubble gum pink hair as he refreshed his phone waiting and hoping for Hayden. But no call no text, he got nothing from Hayden. That's when the night came crashing in when Freddie got a text from Liam saying “Hayden's sorry.” - Day's went by and there was still no message from Hayden, everyone was tweeting asking when the next live stream would be, or even asking if the two of them were okay. It took a full week before Freddie shut down on himself. Every time he looked in the mirror and saw pink it made him want to shave his head. When he saw the tattoos, he had to pull on a sweater before he would start to cry. One drunken night Freddie could not hold back his feelings anymore, so he called Ashton. “Fredd, hey are you okay?” Ashton's voice seemed just weak as Freddie did until he realized it was 3 am. “Ash, I made my best friend hate me, he won't even talk to me anymore. Why did I do this? Why did I say yes to him.” Freddie sobbed before his words became incoherent. The other end of the line was quite before Freddie whispered in a wrecked voice from crying, “Ashton?” “Barnes,” Ashton started. “H fell in love with you.” ~ Freddie woke up again the same way he woke up two months prior. His phone buzzing but this time it was Hayden. Freddie picked up but he couldn't talk he felt so weak like he couldn't. “Fredd,” Hayden whispered in a soft rough voice from what sounded to be crying. “Can I come in?” “Of course.” and with that, Freddie heard his front door unlock as Hayden made his way into the room. Freddie met him there opening the door and let him in. “So,” Hayden looked town paying with the hem of his pullover. “I guess the cats out of the bag.” Freddie laughed only going back to the stony expression he started with. “Don't you dare make me laugh Sanders I'm still mad at you.” the room went silent as Hayden looked up to meet Freddie's eyes. “Why didn't you tell me?” “Because, why would you love me back? You're Freddie Barnes, you are perfect and amazing, and my best friend. I never meant for it to get this far.” He said voice wobbling try to hold back his tears. “H, you're always going to be my friend, but-” “No Boo, don't 'but' me” Hayden pleaded but before he could get any more out Freddie pulled him into a kiss. “You're always going to be my friend first, and my boyfriend second.” - The two stayed intertwined for the next few hours, nothing could get in between them. They felt content in each other's arms as they talked about nothing and play with each other makeup. The two of them feeling so happy and comfortable with each other they knew it had to be fiat. It was days later when they finally deiced to post a picture. Hours before Hayden finally dyed his hair and they thought it would be the best time to show it off. The picture was posed with Freddie's pink hair and Hayden's soft mint hair as they sat cross-legged holding hands while they kissed then captioned it “Friends before anything else.”

~Fin~

[dimpled-gummy-smiles]

hey guys, imagine this.

because i was just reading through my tumblr and blogging mdzs stuffs and someone replied with this:

“ @crystalconfusions: but what about a mafia au where LXC and LWJ stop by for their "protection" racket because the flower shop is on the border of 2 rival gang's territories etc. and over time it becomes increasingly obvious that LWJ is involved in the mafia and everyone understands except for WWX, who is completely oblivious to the point where LWJ could be like "im in the mafia" and he'd be like "ooh is that a new game or smth??"action “ and i’m down for this because wwx is sometimes clueless.

and this is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy overdue.

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- no one really owns a business in that empty shop because its right in the middle of two rival gang territories. oblivious wwx decides to open a shop there because only that shop is empty and also he likes that shop.

- wwx employs wen ning. because wen ning is a kid, and no one employs a kid. but wwx needs someone to tend to this shop when he’s not around (which is most of the time)

- lxc and lwj hears about the shop that is newly opened. they decide to stop by to tell them a few rules and also for their protection racket.

- only wen ning is in the store when they stop by. it doesnt take much for wen ning to know that these two men are mafia. because (a) the face. stoic. refined. suit and jacket. (b) wen ning overhears that the lan clan is here to collect their “money”. wen ning hands over some money over to the brothers (he doesn’t know how much, but such a small store, shouldnt cost that much right?). lxc smiles, taking the money as lwj looks around the store. wen ning will have to explain to wwx later regarding the discrepancies in the cash register later. mafia first.

- wwx arrives a few seconds later just as the lan brothers were about to leave. wwx smiles at the two men, not knowing who they were. lwj falls in love at first sight. wwx walks to wen ning and hands him breakfast. “your sister is going to kill me if she ever finds out you skip breakfast to come to work.” wen ning smiles weakly, his vision away from the two men. “have a good day.” lxc says. wwx just smiles back, “you too.” lxc and lwj then walks away. wwx doesn’t know who they are. they’re probably customers. wen ning doesn’t have the heart to tell wwx they are mafias. because a lot of people left this town because of the mafias.

- a few weeks later, a short man enters the shop. wen ning recognises him as someone from the rival mafia. why isn’t wwx around when this kind of things happen?! but maybe it was for the best. wwx shouldn’t know about the mafia just yet. he’s still new here. and if wwx left, wen ning would be unemployed once again.

- the woes of being at the border of two territories. wen ning takes out some money, deciding to hand to that short man. but he stopped, eyes widened when he sees lwj and lxc entering the shop. wen ning is relieved to see the lan mafia for a moment. the rival mafia looked at them. “this shop is under our protection.” lxc looked at his brother. because it was never his kind to call for territorial claims. the short mafia grumbled and walked away. 

- wen ning thanks the brothers, and keeps his money. because he doesnt know how to explain to wwx if money keeps disappearing. lwj nodded. wwx appears some time later, with food. “yl cooked us some lunch. oh i brought alcohol.” wwx passes by the two gentleman and shows the food to wen ning.

- lxc notices his brother’s eyes fixated on the young lad wwx. lxc smiles. oh. no wonder you were so protective of this shop.

- wen ning points at the two gentlemen still in the store. wwx ushers wen ning to eat first, he will tend to the two men. he looks at them. “hi how can i help you?” “its ok, we’re just looking aro-” before lxc can finish his sentence, lwj grabs the nearest bouquet and hands to wwx. “i want this.” wwx smiles and takes the bouquet from lwj and wraps it. lwj stares at the pork ribs lotus soup on the table. is this his lunch?

- wwx passes the bouquet back to lwj after wrapping it nicely. “how much is it?” lxc ask, when he notices his brother not talking. “it’s free. because its not always we have such good looking customers.” wwx smiles. wwx notices lwj staring at the lunch on the table. “have you guys eaten yet? do you want to have lunch with us?” wen ning’s eyes widened. lunch with the mafia?! he doesn’t want to die yet.

- lxc pats his brother, gaining back attention. “it’s alright. maybe next time.” lxc says, dragging his brother out.

- lwj stares at the flowers in his hands. he doesn’t even know what flower this is. he just grabs the nearest flower. he doesn’t know what to do with the flowers now. lxc just stares at his brother who keeps staring at the flowers in his hands.

- lwj comes to the shop often. most of the time he only comes when wwx is around. lwj has a rough idea when the young owner would be in the shop. lwj buys a bouquet of flowers every time he visits. “what flowers this time, lan zhan?” wwx smiles. anything you recommend. lwj says nothing and looks around. “what about this?” wwx could point to any flower and lwj would just nod his head. “mhm” and he’ll get it. wwx wouldn’t charge his any money for the flowers. “didnt i tell you i don’t charge good looking customers?” wwx laughs. “and also, you’re a regular.”

- so wen ning doesn’t take money from lwj. and also, who takes money from the mafia?!

- lxc drops by the shop one day. wwx smiles and greets the older lan brother. “oh its xichen-gege.” lxc smiles back. wwx looks around. “its only me. lan zhan didnt come with me today.” oh. wwx nodded. he didn’t know why but he hopes to see the younger one. but he tries to hide his disappointment. “so what can i get for you today?” wwx asked. it isn’t often for lxc to drop by the store. its usually lwj.

- wwx and lxc are at the back of the shop. “my brother is sometimes awkward and slow but it doesnt take a genius to know that he likes you.”

- wwx looks up, after hearing the door bell jingle. lwj enters the shop and wwx greets him as usual but it was a little different today. “i have to run an errand, lan zhan. do you want to come with me?” ill do anything to spend more time with you. lwj nods and follows wwx.

- wwx told a lie. he has no errands to run. cue awkward confession. because “your brother told me you like me?” lwj is planning to kill lxc in his head already. was that why you told me you didnt need me that day? was that why you said goodluck to me when i’m about to meet wwx? lwj didn’t say a word but wwx knew lwj heard him. wwx stopped in his tracks. 

- “honestly i didn’t know.” lwj looked at wwx.

- was lwj not obvious enough? that he likes wwx? he thought it was pretty obvious. the day he stopped collecting protection racket from that shop. that time he keep on dropping by the shop just so he could see wwx. the day he kept buying flowers. he silently sent people to buy flowers. but ok. he thinks even wen ning knows about his fat crush on wwx.

- “but you know? i like you too.” lwj knows he has to protect this man and this shop and everything this man owns.

- but if there was anything that was stopping lwj from confessing to wwx right here and now and kiss this man right here on the spot was that lwj is a goddamn mafia. this mafia business was dangerous. and he can’t implicate him. but wwx has to know the truth.

- “I’m in the mafia.” lwj states. it was to let wwx knows what he’s getting into if they were together. wwx looks at lwj. “is that a code name for a new game or something?” lwj didn’t know if he wanted to smack him because he’s so clueless or kiss him because he looked so cute at this moment. “no, i’m in a gang.” lwj didn’t really like this term but if that’s what it takes for wwx to understand him, he didn’t mind using this layman term.

- “is that a term for a game?” no. wwx you’re not getting it. so lwj drags wwx to his house. it’s a fucking mansion. wwx eyes widened because his house looks like a rat hole as compared to this. what even is his one room apartment? lxc smiles, seeing wwx. “xichen-ge” “you’re rich, lan zhan?” it’s inherited but yes. “i’m from the Lan clan. I’m a mafia” lwj silently prays wwx understands.

- wwx turns to meet his eyes and then smiles. “ok” ok? ok-what? ok, that he’s in a mafia? oh ok because he still doesn’t get it. but lwj doesn’t probe wwx anymore. he’s happy to settle for an oblivious wwx for the moment. he could settle this mafia thing another day.

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what am i even writing? it sounds so beautiful in my brain. but then again, everything sounds beautiful in my brain at 2.30am after 2 cups of Starbucks.

injustice served.

will be edited when i am actually coherent enough to do math problems.

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Manifestor//Chapter 7

Warnings: Blood, violence, fighting, death 

Ships: None (Thomas Sanders/OC later on in the fic)

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 /

Plot:  Set in a world where Witchcraft is real, and the government hunts down those who practice magic, Thomas must flee to an underground safehouse after being discovered. Now fighting a war against Witches who seek the end of non-magic people, Thomas must learn to control and harvest his powers, as well as the manifestation of his sides to bring about peace and unity in the Human and Witch world. (Nanowrimo 2018)

Thomas’ hands are soaked, his entire body feels cold and his stomach heaves. He can barely manage to breathe through lungs that are choking on smoke. Ice daggers have formed in the palm of his hands, before embedding in the throat of another creature. Jack stood behind him, taking the advantage to engulf it in a fire. Its screams echo off the walls and Thomas promptly throws up on the floor, tears in his eyes from exhaustion. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” He hears Jack, feels his attempt to keep the American stable as he inhales and exhales deeply. There was a lot of blood on their hands tonight, this was no simulation.

The bodies trailed in each direction, some of their own, some of the others. Exhausted, Thomas drains himself further to extinguish a fire that had begun to bellow at the end of the corridor. “Is it over yet?” He mutters, his hand coming up to his sore head. Beside him, Roman steadies his body, there’s dirt and blood all over his exhausted face, and he shakes his head.

“I can’t stay corporeal Thomas, you’re too exhausted,” He shivers, and Thomas can see the sheer amount of agony the other is experiencing in one harrowing look. He’s not used to seeing Roman distressed, upset, or anything short of flamboyant and full of life. Right now, he barely looks like his creativity; he barely looks like anything but a ghost.

“It’s okay Princey, get some rest,” He coughs and gives a small, drained smile, trying to straighten himself up. They’d been fighting for over three of four hours now, it felt like an eternity. Between Jack and Thomas they’d gotten into a rhythm, the first time they had killed one of those creatures had been taxing. Thomas had been shaking, felt sick, he could barely adjust to the fact he had killed a living thing as he stumbled after the other man. Eventually, Patton had wilfully dialed down his sense of right and wrong, focusing only on keeping Virgil calm. Thomas had become less centered in what he had caused the moment Patton had turned his attention elsewhere, and he didn’t want to think about how much strain must be put on the other to do so.

Now, however, he was becoming steadily more drained, even as Roman faded back to the mindscape. He straightened himself up and leaned against the wall of the tunnel, tasting metal and smoke in his mouth. Jack leaned next to him, rubbing his back supportively as he tried to help the other man feel more comfortable. The sounds and shouting had died down and Thomas had to beg the question “Was anyone still alive?” He didn’t vocalise it but he didn’t need too, from the look on Jack’s face his thoughts seemed to mirror Thomas’ own.

As they walked, slower, more tired, they could smell burnt flesh, the echoes of people’s lives. Thomas felt his heart clench and tears well up in his eyes. All this…for what? He choked on a sob as he looked around him at the damage, the decay, the death, it all piled up as he pressed a hand over his mouth, trying to breathe steadily without heaving. It’s then when he hears a low groan come from one of the bodies, soft brown eyes peering up at him.

The boy who had been stood next to him in the room when they’d summoned their logical sides was lying on the floor, coughing, there was blood stained to his lips and clothes, like he’d been coughing it up. Thomas immediately rushed to his side, all exhaustion dissipating as he held the other’s hand. “It’s okay, we’re here, we’re going to help you,” The boy’s rough dark hair clung to his forehead, the soft curls plastered with sweat and dirt. Thomas breathes deeply, calm thoughts calm thoughts. He takes himself back to Dodie’s room in his mind, the serenity of the room, the warmth, the smell of candles and flowers, Virgil smiling whilst hugging a book. The boy began to relax, the pain easing from his face.

“Logan?” He calls out, voice shaking “His wounds, what should I do?” Logan rises up, his eyes cold and studious; he circles the boy a few times before reaching a solemn conclusion, hands resting on his hips.

“His burns are minor and will heal, he seems to be dealing more with exhaustion than a physical injury, he will be okay,” He concludes as Thomas lets out a sigh of relief “For now you should get some water on those burns,” The other nods as he concentrates on the water. Water, unlike fire, required a sense of serenity to come forth, a lack of fierce passion and instead just the imagery of what a natural waterfall would feel like. He closes his eyes, already so drained as the water trickles from his fingertips, cold against the searing burns on the others legs. The boy squirms and hisses, eyes darting open.

Eventually, he calmed, breathing gently. “I don’t have any bandages or anything, but we’ll stay here with you until we know it’s safe to continue and we will protect you if we need to,” The boy nods, eyes barely open as he sits up straight, Jack helps him sit against the wall, rubbing his back slowly.

“You’re going to be okay lad,” The Irishman drawls out, giving a small smile “Your wounds are only minor and we’ll be able to get you to a doctor soon enough,” Thomas stands and looks at the two entrances to the cavern, his ears prick up as he hears heavy footsteps, running. Bracing himself, his hands fizzled with his magic and jaw tense, whilst Jack also stands with fire burning at his fingertips.

The silhouette of a figure approaches and tension rises in Thomas’ body, heart beating furiously in his chest. The seconds seemed to move in slow motion, pupils dilated and body warm with the crackle of static, the hairs on the back his neck stood and his stomach clenched with fear.

The figure approached, small, tired, panting. It was Joan. The tension released and Thomas all but doubled over from relief. “It’s all clear,” The ebony haired person says gently, there’s dirt staining their face, blood dried at their fingernails and they looked like hell had just walked through their soul. “They’ve all gone,” They survey the scene around them and close their eyes, taking a deep breath. “The remaining people still alive are to congregate in the halls,” They sound like they’re choking on their own words “Dodie and the other doctors will take care of the injured, and then we must move the dead into there, figure out how to have a proper burial for them all, inform any family they have left and such,” They rub their eyes. “Come on,”

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The boy they had helped, who limped between them with support from both Jack and Thomas, almost faints twice before they’ve reached the halls. However, once there, another boy comes running up, frantic “Dan? Dan!” Despite lack of energy, the face of the injured man lights up with a smile as the newcomer embraces him. “Thank you, thank you so much, I’ll help him from here, but thank you for bringing him back,”There are tears in the bright blue eyes of the newcomer, whose hair is pitch black and skin deathly pale.

The two hobble off to one of the doctor’s and Jack looks at Thomas. He pulls the other into a firm hug “I’m proud of you Thomas,” He says gently “That was a lot to go through so fast but Chase is right, you are more powerful than you realize,” He pulls away from the grip he has on his friend and student, before looking around him “It looks like a lot of people still survived, we’ll need to get this place re-organized again,” He straightens out his shirt. “You need rest though, go take one of the beds, I need to get this patched up,” He gestures to his arm, which is bleeding and scarred from fire, he had barely noticed until now as the adrenaline faded. “You’ve got a few scratches but you should be okay, although you might need something for the smoke inhalation, you choked on quite a bit of it there,” Thomas nods and looks around “I’ll see you in a bit dude,”

Thomas finds the nearest bed and sits down, resting his head in his hands for a moment. In less than a minute alone with his thoughts, he tells Virgil that he’s okay. Virgil can panic as much as he likes now and like floodgates opening, Thomas is in tears. He feels like his anxious counterpart, his hands shaking whilst his brain tries to work through words and sentences at the pace unbeknownst to humankind. Thomas’ throat chokes back on sobs as his heart pounds rapidly. ‘You killed people,’ they weren’t people, they were attacking them ‘I know but it’s still scary,’ His eyes brim with tears, soaking his cheeks, he inhales but nothing comes out. For a moment he allows himself to just feel it, the Anxiety, the pain, the fear, and then he hears Logan and Patton, telling him to breathe, counting with him.

He regains his breath when Dodie appears, placing a warm hand on his shoulder, relaxing all his muscles, she offers him a drink of water which he sips slowly. “You’ve got this, its okay,” She mutters. “Sleep Thomas, we’ll look after you,” Her eyes are so soft, her smile full of worry, but he feels his body slip away until he is covered by darkness.

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writing this specifically for future me to look back on: the update is! a BRAND NEW SHINY GAY RABBIT HOLE, LADS.

thats right i've fallen headfirst into wynonna earp. and after a record like NINE DAYS I'm just. oh wow.

im still in the peak(?) of the rabbit hole. is it a peak if its a hole? this its the equivalent of a mountain top but its me in the bottom of a rabbit hole just swimming in insta-serotonin from consuming wynonna earp content. either way right now im in the prime spot where my brain physically can't stop thinking about it but its fine because its just that Instant Happiness And Giddiness. what a TIMe what a time

anyway for timeline:

- (over the past few months) it trends multiple times on tumblr, i get a very blurry vaguely lesbian shaped understanding of whats happening

- (sometime last week) the finale trends, i get a little too invested in the tags, learn peoples names, watch a few clips. lesbians good.

- the clips transition to youtube clips

- whoopsfucki'veemotionallyprojectedontoonecharacter,ohfuckwhoopsnowanotherone,ohfuckohgodohfuck

- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (maybe i should actually watch the show?)

Anyway so for a short fun exciting list

- wynonna is the definition of a hot mess in every incarnation, if i could have dreamed up the perfect indulgent "sarcastic badass hot as fuck trainwreck who gets shit done anyway, i have deeply rooted issues and so much love for specific people and VERY bad coping mechanisms and clear self-sacrificing and self worth issues" character of my dreams and my writing and EVERYTHING it would be very her-shaped. i just. *holds wynonna* ur mine now.

- nicole has escaped the bulk of my aggressive absorption for now but its. on the edge. after the 18 month disappearance and she's just Barely holding it together and also the rough upbringing and that deeeep desire 2 protecc people and oh boy

-and then waverly

- okay listen

- in sequence:

-> oh? this character is Literal sunshine in a human and the broody one and the other one are both deeply bone deep protective and love her. ANd shes a ? lesbiab? nice. n i ce.

-> OH? character has some DEEP rooted issues and the sunshiney is PART of that? its RELATED? to how? bright and cheerful she tries to be? difficult past? various insecurities including but not limited to self worth and abandonment issues and a general desire to please other people that often lead to an overwhelming minimizing of self and the people she loves fight for her to learn to take that back? oh? ???????? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 [see reference: sys has an EXTREMELY specific track record around brunettes with sunshine smiles and bucketloads of problems and suppression/internalizing issues, what the FUCk this character feels like a targeted bullet]

-> AND YOU'RE FUCKING TELLING ME THEY ADDRESS THAT? YOU'RE TELLING ME THEY ACTUALLY HAVE THIS CHARACTER WITH THAT AND THEY ACTUALLY ADDRESS THAT? THEY HAVE IT COME UP THROUGHOUT AND THEY HAVE MORE THAN ONE PLOT POINT WHERE THE ENEMY IS A DEMON BUT THE MAIN THING BEING GRAPPLED IS ACTUALLY HER FIGHTING THE SENSATION OF WORTHLESSNESS AND PUSHING HER OWN FEELINGS ASIDE AND LEARNING TO ACCEPT LOVE

-> -> I BEG YOUR FUCKING PARDON

-> honestly on this subject i just. cant believe the things they ACTUALLY address on the show. like they genuinely bring up and confront and discuss wynonna's drinking and her fear of letting herself be happy and the way her self sacrificial tendencies hurt the people she loves. they don't just hint at or make jokes about the sunshine literal angel of a character having sad feelings that are suppressed they make it a FULL PLOT POINT with SERIOUS GRAVITAS with SUPPORTED AND GENUINE BUILDUP that she has to battle her demons FUCKING LITERALLY and then she gets support after from wynonna and nicole because she shouldn't have had to do that at all and they love her and like

-> what the FUCK is this what??

-> (also ? her coming out story being part and parcel with the first season arc of "she's finally learning to be happy with who she is/wants to be?" like?)

- and of course i can't stop without mentioning this:

-> THE FUCKING. SISTERLY, NON ROMANTIC BOND. oh my god. listen i do really love nicole and waverly and their relationship and the Love and Sacrifice and Growth but just LET ME

-> i cannot believe, i CANNOT BELIEVE, because the non romantic bond is GIVEN THE SAME LEVEL OF GRAVITAS AND SERIOUSNESS AND DRAMATICS AND EMOTIONS AS THE ROMANTIC ONES. Where they fight ot save each other and have talks while crying and hold each other tight after danger and fight for each other and? like? what thef uc k. they love each other so much and both of them have such different issues from their upbringing that hurt them equally but in such different ways

- where wynonna was labelled as crazy and apparently sent to juvie and various foster homes and ripped away from her sister and made to believe she would be better off without her bad influence around and just generally had to tough up real fast, and was dragged back anyway by a destiny she didn't want and is tough and sharp and would literally fucking die a million times over to save her sister who is so much better than she is and is a goddamn angel

- and waverly who was always an outcast in her own family for reasons she didn't understand, and then got left alone in a town full of people who didn't like her because of her fucked up family who made herself bright and brighter and more likeable and tried so hard to be good and special and be LOVED and has so many fucking goddamn issues about not being good enough and being overshadowed and being abandoned and hiding so much of who she is and how she's feeling. like.

- and. they love each other so much oh my god. their relationship and emotions are given the same level of importance as the romantic beats and sacrifices and i cannot fucking get over how amazing that is. so many storylines coming down to "i will actively fight this demon and all of hell to keep my sister safe fuck right off into the sun" intertwined with "i love this woman and i will kick your ass through your nose and possibly die and take curses on myself to save the woman i love, fuck right off into the sun". and christ, nicole and wynonna just get each other on a microscopic level because they both love waverly and thats all they really need to really Get each other (but also they have a great dynamic)

- im just losin it. its fine. its all good. i need to cut off this post now before it gets even more out of hand. oh god. this isn't even half of the yelling

- i can't believe both the actresses for nicole and waverly came out over the period of the show and dom specifically cited waverly's arc as the reason why she was able to do so like? LIKE? even before they both came out they were incredibly supportive of the community and then? ??

- its fine its fine its fine we're putting this post away now cmon.

- i hope future me is enjoying reading this. right on in your gay trainwreck face, future me.