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Ships!!

Ship any fictional character you want to.
If you don’t like a ship other’s ship. Don’t look at it. Problem solved. I along with so many others are sick and tired of seeing the hate for what they ship.
You have your OTPs and NOTPs and I have mine.
Plus! These are fictional characters, what you ship isn’t what you indorce. If you ship Sangwoo x Yoonbum doesn’t mean you support abusive relationships. If you ship Shiro x Pidge doesn’t mean you support pedophilia. If you ship Hikaru x Kaoru doesn’t mean you support incest

It’s Always Been You

Yoooo, I wrote another fic! I’ve been hampered down lately by college and crap, so I haven’t been able to write as much because I’m constantly hella tired. But I saw the sappy prompts list I just reblogged, and I got an idea that I actually managed to see through to the end! Whaddaya know…
Anyway, it’s UsUk as always (UsUkUs, really… there’s rarely a seme/uke dynamic in my fics - I don’t tend to like it), and around 3,728 words, give or take a couple.
Also, please keep in mind that I have never been to one of these kind of parties. And I know that plenty of popular people don’t get wasted at every party. To be honest, I’m just using Mean Girls as my referencing point, and other accounts of parties I’ve found on the internet. And Mean Girls was fine to use in terms of age, because can you believe that Regina George was sixteen?! THAT’S MY AGE.
…Pfft, I’m a loser. Like I didn’t already know that.


Alfred Foster Jones was popular.

All throughout his life he’d been one of the popular kids. Friendly, optimistic, good-looking, smart, sporty, rich, American – he was the literal formula for universal popularity. When he’d started college he’d managed to form a plethora of friends on just the first day. A week later, everybody knew of Alfred F. Jones. Even if you weren’t in a single one of his classes, you still knew who he was. Boys wanted to be him, girls wanted to be with him – from day one he’d been the very definition of popular.

That’s why Arthur Kirkland simply couldn’t fathom why he’d never dated a soul.

Arthur and Alfred had met when they were seven, on the first day of junior school. Arthur had been reserved and introverted, but Alfred had managed to worm his way through his shyness, and they’d quickly become friends. All throughout primary and secondary school they’d remained best friends, and now that they were in college they were still that close.

However, although they were best friends, they still had their popularity differences. It was almost laughable – Alfred the Popularity King was best friends with Arthur the Social Reject. Alfred was the one who people wanted at their parties, who people wanted to be friends with; Arthur just got the token invite because everyone knew that excluding him would lead to Alfred refusing to associate with you.

As a result of Alfred’s popularity, he’d been asked out multiple times. Sometimes he’d get asked out thrice in a single day. Plenty of the time it was by people who just couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

But in spite of all these offerings, Alfred had never dated anyone. He’d never accepted a dating proposal, never kissed anybody (even in games of Spin the Bottle he point-blank refused), never done anything romantic or sexual in the slightest. It baffled Arthur, quite honestly. Even Arthur had had his first kiss (just in a game of Spin the Bottle he’d been token-invited to; it was slimy and awful – the feeling was only exacerbated by the fact that Alfred was right there watching him make out with someone. That wouldn’t be a problem if Arthur wasn’t head-over-heels in love with him.), yet Alfred had yet to be kissed. For the longest time he’d thought that popularity went hand-in-hand with an active sexual life, but Alfred was living proof of the contrary.

He’d asked Alfred about it, a few times. It wasn’t that he had a problem with Alfred being single (hell, his chest hurt every single time someone asked Alfred out, and there was always that sick feeling of what if he says yes), he was just curious as to why Alfred always rejected them. The answers he’d received had been rather wishy-washy; things like ‘I don’t know them well enough’, or ‘They’re not the type of person I want’. He’d never elaborate, because he always changed the subject to something much more mundane and trivial. And Arthur never pushed him.

“I’ll be seeing you there, Al!”

The pretty brunette sent Alfred a wave and a flirty smile before walking off to go find her friends. She’d left an invite to her Halloween party in his hands, and a token-invite in Arthur’s. He couldn’t help but scoff at it. Already, people know how to get Alfred at their functions.

“You gonna go?” Alfred asked, popping a piece of gum in his mouth and offering one to Arthur across the table, who took one and shrugged.

“I don’t go to these things without you. Besides, it’s you they want, not me.”

I want you there,” Alfred insisted, blue eyes wide in that sincere way that made Arthur fall deeper in love. “Hell, if I’m going to a party I want a friend. Who else would I talk to about physics and shit?”

“Somehow,” Arthur said with a laugh, “I don’t think you go to parties to discuss physics.”

“So are you going?” That was the thing about Alfred. He’d never go unless Arthur said he was going. And Arthur knew that Alfred did truly like these parties and enjoyed revelling in his position as Popularity King, so it was that Arthur agreed to attend.

“Cool!” Alfred said, then he started bouncing up and down excitedly. “Oh oh oh, what should I dress up as? What about Superman? Or Captain America? No wait wait wait – we should totally go as Batman and Robin! Dude, this idea is priceless! You be Robin, and I’ll be Batman!”

“I am at least ninety-percent certain that you’re supposed to dress up sexily, if the movies are true in what they portray,” Arthur said. Although you look sexy any way you dress. Alfred drooped, until he seemed to think of another thing that brightened him up.

“But Batman is sexy! I mean, have you seen his abs? Defined, or what!”

“Batman is not sexy!”

Alfred scoffed. “Yeah, tell that to Selina Kyle.”

“Anyway,” Arthur made to steer the topic away from Batman’s abs, “we’ve got the rest of the month to think about it. Right now, we’ve got to focus on this Chemistry shit.”


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anonymous asked:

For the dialogue ask "can we pretend I didn't just say that" UsUk

“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” asked Alfred. His cheeks burned as he kicked himself internally for letting the words spill from his mouth.

Arthur said nothing. With the way he scowled at his reflection in the mirror, it seemed like he didn’t hear Alfred’s confession at all. He ran his fingertips across his unevenly shaved head, his wide green eyes watery.

Now, Alfred knew why he didn’t show himself in school for days. Being in sixth grade was weird. People could tease you for the shallowest reasons. For instance, they called Alfred names like ‘Four Eyes’ and ‘Chatterbox’. In Arthur’s case, they pushed him around for being too scrawny and for having eyebrows that were too bushy for their liking.

On Saturday morning, Arthur finally turned up at Alfred’s door, wearing a baseball cap. He was always welcome to stay. Alfred’s parents were very kind to him, unlike his own who’d sometimes throw him outside the house whenever he did something wrong.

They played boardgames in the basement like they always did— Alfred’s parents had transformed it to a cosy den so he and his friends could play there all they want. Mrs. Jones brought them waffles and orange juice, smiling warmly at Arthur. He was quieter than usual, his eyes downcast, and nervously fiddling with the cap on his head every once in a while.

“I— I mean, it will grow back in no time… You still look nice.”  

Alfred bit his tongue. He couldn’t let the words slip from his mouth again. He just wanted to give Arthur reassurance so that he wouldn’t feel bad anymore, but a string of words escaped before he could catch himself.

“You like me?” asked Arthur after what seemed like an eternity. He gazed at Alfred with those wide eyes, waiting for an answer.

Alfred’s cheeks heated up once more. He scratched the back of his head, bracing himself to repeat his confession. “Y-Yeah, I like you.”

His heart clenched as Arthur’s lips stretched into a small smile— his face glowed like they were the nicest words someone said to him.

Alfred’s chest swelled with protectiveness.

Leaning closer, Arthur pressed his lips on Alfred’s cheek. “I like you, too.”

anonymous asked:

Do you think you could do #98 (Read my fucking lips.)? Possibly with punk Arthur please?

well this took forever. i hope you like ukus! also it’s 3am there might be typos!


Too Loud

The music was too loud. That was all Alfred could process at the moment. His friend had invited… no, dragged him to that party because “he needed to get some fun”, which was a really stupid thing to Alfred. He’d be getting much more fun at home, playing videogames with his eleven years old brother. But okay. He had lied to his parents he’d just be sleeping over at some friend’s place, and now he had lost said friend, and he was alone in some stranger’s house, the music was too loud, and he was scared.

He knew it was pretty lame, but he was. He wanted to go home, but he didn’t want to go without telling his friend, because part of Alfred thought he might be worried. So he was looking for his friend so he could leave.

He had a headache. There were people dancing and drinking and laughing and all Alfred could think of was what were the neighbors doing that they hadn’t called the cops yet.

He bumped into someone and he immediately apologized. The person he bumped into said something, but Alfred had no idea what it was. “What?” he said, as loud as he could. The stranger mouthed something again, but Alfred couldn’t understand. The music was too loud, the electronic beats making him feel his heart pounding in his chest.

The stranger was about Alfred’s height, only slender and he had one of those scary looking black leather jackets with spikes all around it. He also had make up around his eyes, which made his green eyes look like emeralds floating in a dark canvas. It was pretty scary in the dark blue lights of the house, the music too loud, the moment too eerie.

Alfred gulped. “I-I can’t hear you.” he said, not even trying to sound loud. The stranger sighed. He pointed to his own lips. He mouthed again, very slowly, “Can… you… read… my… fucking… lips…?”

Alfred could. He nodded. “Follow… me.”

Alfred then shook his head. No way he’d follow the scary punk kid around. Alfred had no idea what he could do to him elsewhere that he couldn’t do right there, but it was still scary.

The stranger rolled his eyes and grabbed Alfred’s shirt. Alfred almost cried at that.

“Your friend… is looking… for you…” the stranger mouthed.

Oh. Alfred blinked back his tears and nodded. The stranger moved towards the backdoor and Alfred followed close, relief rushing through his body when he finally saw his friend waiting for him there.

He hugged his friend and then yelled at him for leaving without an warning.

“Sorry, I had to go to the restroom.” his friend apologized with a weak smile. Then he gestured to the stranger, “Thanks for finding him for me, Arthur.”

The stranger smirked, “It was pretty easy, he was the only kid with an anime shirt.”

Alfred hugged himself to hide his anime shirt.

“It’s a nice anime shirt, by the way, I like that character.” the scary kid said, and then he didn’t look as scary because that meant he liked anime, which meant he was a nerd was well and that was not scary.

“Thanks.” Alfred half smiled.

The music was still too loud but at least now he could hear what people were saying, and his head was still aching but his friend promised they’d be leaving.

And Arthur’s eyes didn’t look all that creepy after a while at looking at them, but rather kinda mystic. It was nice. Alfred wished he’d have more opportunities to look at them, preferably somewhere where the music wasn’t so loud. And during daylight.

Sometimes Alpha children will compete with their Alpha parent for their Omega parent’s attention/affection. The Omega parent will usually find this adorable and loves the attention their child is giving them, and will even laugh when they see their Alpha getting frustrated with the child and trying to get their Omega’s attention back on them.

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Reunited Friends AU part 8!~
I can’t believe how long this took I’m so sorry! I’m now studying abroad in America and things are super intense! But I managed to graw the next part! I regret that nothing really happens in this part but it’s a needed bridge for stuff to happen XD I hope you enjoyed it anyway! Hehehe and you thought the story was just a cute one off to show Arthur’s frustration XDD Nope, he’s still working on it!
Thank you all for your continued support and patience, as well as the lovely messages/tags you have left me. I promise I read them all and greatly appreciate them!! You’re all so sweet and kind and I’m so happy you’re enjoying it! THANK YOU!!

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{UKUS} A Wish Upon A Star

((Note: This is the only the first chapter ;u; so I will only be sending this in unless Tea-senpai wants another chapter when it’s done))

Alfred kept his head low as he walked into the intensely decorated classroom. The students were only five years old, being in the first grade, but it was filled with all sorts of technology. The desks had touch screens, and styluses to go with them. Speakers in the corners played quiet music, which Alfred of course enjoyed. But he wasn’t meant to enjoy it. Not really. The other students made that clear. Everyone here was an heir or heiress of a big time company, meaning they had lots of cash. Something that Alfred wasn’t familiar with. He stared quietly at all the children with their neatly pressed clothes, pretty hairstyles, and brand new backpacks.

Brand new. That was a foreign concept to Alfred. Nothing he ever got was brand new. Everything he had ever received had been a hand-me-down of some sort. He was the odd one out in this strange place, an old baby doll lost amidst a sea of shiny, new dress-up dolls. He trudged quietly back to his seat, the desk in the very back in the room. He set his old, ratted My Little Pony backpack down on the floor next to his seat, quietly climbing up into it. 

He could feel the disgusted stares of the other students around him, their lips pulled back into sneers and hateful grins. Oh, how Alfred wished he could disappear, to make these children’s wishes come true. But he couldn’t. His mother and father were depending on him to get a good education, and go to college. They hadn’t been able to, and Alfred was the reason. Alfred rested his elbows on his desk, to which one of the little girls let out a shriek. “Ew! The peasant is touching the desk! Nobody gave him his flea bath, they’re gonna get everywhere now!” Alfred looked down, slowly withdrawing his elbows from the desk.

The class erupted into snickers, and his face burned with shame. He lowered his head and sniffled, scrubbing at his eyes with his hands. It wasn’t his fault that his family was poor. Well, that wasn’t true. It was his fault. Alfred’s mother had gotten pregnant with him while she was in high school, forcing her to drop out. His father had dropped out with her to help care for Alfred. They were too busy to go back to school so they could go to college, and it was his fault. He knew it.

“Mr. Jones?” Alfred’s head shot up as the teacher called his name. She was standing at the front of the room, smiling slightly. “Could you come up here, please? There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Alfred gulped and nodded, sliding from his chair and trudging up to the front of the room. As he walked, he finally noticed the boy standing by the teacher’s side. He had shaggy blonde hair, bright green eyes, and the thickest eyebrows he had ever seen. It was odd. He thought everything about rich kids was supposed to be kept perfect. 

“Mr. Jones, I’d like you to meet Arthur Kirkland. He shall be your guide, and your special buddy for the duration of your stay. You will have contact with him for your entire school career, up until the point when you graduate. And, maybe even beyond that, if you so choose.” The boy, Arthur, smiled and stuck out his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alfred,” he said in a kind voice. Alfred gulped, shoving his hand in his pocket.

“Y-You shouldn’t touch me…” he whispered. “Y-You’ll get dirty…" 

Arthur blinked, looking up at the teacher. She gave a gentle smile. “The other students pick on him a lot, due to his parents working as janitors here, instead of being major CEOs like everyone else’s. He may be a bit shy at first, but he’ll warm up to you, I’m sure.” Alfred shifted quietly on the floor, his gaze locked on the floor before he turned, heading back to his desk. Arthur picked up his things and followed, taking the seat next to him.

“What sort of things do you like, Alfred?” Arthur asked curiously, since it was obvious that most of his things were old hand-me-downs. He looked at the backpack, smiling as he recognized Twilight Sparkle on the pouch. “Do you like My Little Pony?”

Alfred nodded, hugging the bag close. He looked as if he were ashamed of it. Arthur smiled brightly. “I like it too! Who’s your favorite pony?” Alfred’s eyes lit up slightly, and he wiped at his runny nose. 

“Rainbow Dash…” he whispered.

Arthur nodded eagerly. “She’s great, but I also like Twilight Sparkle!” Alfred slowly began to smile, slowly creeping out of his shell.

“She looks so pretty as an alicorn…” he whispered shyly, and Arthur nodded again. 

“She does!” His eyes sparkled, and he shuffled closer so they were sharing the large desk. Alfred’s eyes widened, he seemed to be surprised by the fact that a rich kid actually wanted to be near him. Alfred could even hear the snickers of the other children, laughing at how his only friend was his school-issued one, from the buddy system the school had implemented. Arthur seemed to notice, and frowned deeply. “Don’t mind them. They’re just a bunch of tossers who don’t know what real friendship is.”

Alfred smiled slightly, his eyes shining. He felt so happy to be with Arthur, to actually have a friend. “Thank you, Artie! I-I mean, Arthur…” He bit his lip, not sure if Arthur wanted a nickname. Arthur just smiled.

“I prefer Arthur,” he murmured softly, his eyes shining gently. “I’ve never had a nickname, so I would prefer Arthur until I’m used to the idea.” Alfred nodded, understanding completely. He didn’t like some of the nicknames the other children were giving him, but he was essentially powerless to stop it. At least he had one person on his side.

The teacher rapped her knuckles on the whiteboard, her signal to the children that class was about to start. Everyone scrambled to their seats, giving Arthur and Alfred a wide berth. They eyed the two of them with such a fierce look of disgust, like they had just become a nasty stain on the lush, white carpeting. Neither of them cared, though.

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Lunch time rolled around. On the contrary to many other children, Alfred hated lunch time. Even the kids who brought lunches from home had much fancier meals than he brought. He couldn’t even afford the school lunches, so it was nothing but a measly peanut butter and jelly sandwich for him, every single day.

However, this lunch time was different. Alfred had someone to sit with today. He sat at his usual spot, underneath the tree at the edge of the schoolyard, waiting happily for Arthur to appear. He was so excited, his little feet kicking up little clouds in the dirt, his eyes eagerly scanning the yard. Eventually, he spotted the familiar blocky eyebrows and emerald eyes across the yard. He raised a hand, waving enthusiastically.

Arthur gave a bright smile, heading over to join him. He sat down in the grass, tilting his head back to look up at the cherry tree. “It’s very pretty… I wonder why no one else sits here?”

Alfred frowned slightly. “Because I sit here…” he whispered. “No one wants to sit with me.” Arthur tilted his head, frowning.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Alfred paused, his eyes going wide.

“I-I… You’re right…” Alfred smiled happily. “You actually want to be here with me…” Arthur nodded, his own happiness shining in his eyes. Arthur reached his hand out, his eyes sparkling as he waited for Alfred to take his.

Alfred reached out with happy smile, gently lacing their fingers together. “I’m so glad to have a friend like you!” he said happily. “I followed what Tiana said, and I wished upon a star!”


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…. Q___Q wow, i think about this submission a lot uwahhhhh

this is super nice and sweet, i dont usually get exposed to much UKUS stuff since im in my little USUK bubble, but this is really nice and refreshing..!!

im going to be honest; im not the biggest fan of “school bullying” premises. it honestly kinda triggers me, as ive stated in my FAQ. but this was still a nice read, it makes my heart feel warm and fuzzy <3

i love it so much, thank you for sharing!!