“Hey guys, lemme introduce you to my special friend Diego. or as I personally call him.. FreedomFighter-AK47!”
i just want an AU where Alfred is some kind of nerdy eagle/bird trainer that does informative shows at like zoos and other places like that and just… nerds it up and has a good ole time ahhh…
(via lemurturtle)
have you guys ever heard a song
and had the strongest urge to just roleplay to that specific… song?
i’m not making any sense.
but either way
that’s me with the sherlock holmes song.
(Source: burgers-and-devils)
Sorry about not being on these past couple of days (or even being social on here for that matter)
I did not forget about this account, I just haven’t had quite a reason to get on everyday like before.
I’m still up for roleplaying if any of you guys would like to, but if not, then I’ll only get on for Rosa (darkest-of-smiles)
I’ll be here possibly all day today, or traveling back and or forth, so if you want to talk, go ahead.
Alfred just looked back at the startled expression on the other’s face. He knew that hugging and kissing his shoulder wasn’t the normal reaction to when a person sees a bruised man, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to run away. What would he be running away from? Scars that weren’t even his own? Sure, he wanted to cringe, but that was because he could imagine what it felt like to receive those bruises.
He also knew that cussing and leaving him wouldn’t make the situation any better. After all, it wasn’t entirely the othes fault that he had all those bruises, right? But either way, Alfred didn’t care. He knew they’d fade away with time, so there was no point in making it all do dramatic.
Not that he wanted to, anyways.
Instead of bringing up what he thought about it all, he whispered out, “I love you.”
(via darkest-of-smiles)
Alfred sat up and watched the other. He noticed him hesitate and quietly begged for him to sit up, hoping that he didn’t change him mind. He was relieved when he did sit up, moving a bit so the other could get comfortable. He focused his full attention on him, sometimes flickering his eyes down to where the other messed with the hem of his own shirt. But once he took his shirt off, Alfred couldn’t hold back the gasp the formed in the back of his throat.
There we so many. Bruise after bruise after bruise. Scratch after scratch. He knew that some of them the other had done to himself, but others looked a bit too brutal to be self-made. Oh, the pain he must’ve gone through…
And Alfred still found him to be the most beautiful man on this very Earth.
He quietly hugged him, being as gentle as possible. He suddenly seemed so fragile in his arms; his skin warm and smooth. Alfred kissed his shoulder before pulling back up to look at him.
(via darkest-of-smiles)
“Cheese cake isn’t even that cheesy!” He laughed, trying not to be loud to wake up Dave. “It’s more creamer than cheesy. It’s like…” He pursed his lips, his mind off somewhere into the land of cheese cakes. There were so many different types of cheese cakes that he just couldn’t explain the exact definition of them all. They weren’t all definetly creamy, but they all did have some sort of similar flavour—
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a body press against him with a small gasp. He suppressed the urge to press back, not sure if the other wanted it just yet. Alfred knew he was just reacting to the kiss under his ear, which he remembered was a sweet spot he had discovered a while back. A resisted to smirk at the thought, but couldn’t help it and ended up hiding one.
He looked down at him when he began to caress his cheek, his full attention on the other. “Sure, sure. You want me to sit up so you can show me better?”
(via darkest-of-smiles)
