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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px inset transparent; width: 470px;][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=black]The ginger hummed along to the song blaring through the stereo of his car, a big smile plastered across his face. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his sunglasses making everything seem a little less bright. He couldn't have the sun blinding him, now could he? He chuckled a the stupid thought, his heart pounding in excitement. He wasn't one for parties, but if it was at the beach, then he'd definitely go. Parties being held at a house were totally different, with less space, with people crowding almost every room. He didn't so much enjoy being in crowds of people, especially people his age. Being eighteen wasn't as fun or cool as it was told to be. Well, to him, anyway.

Alice stuck his tongue and bit on it as he parked in the parking lot at the back of the beach, letting out a breath he hadn't noticed he'd been holding. The tall, lanky teen took the keys out of the ignition, and stared at the few 'accessories' on it for a few seconds before putting the keys around his neck. He continued his humming, grabbing his backpack from the passenger's seat. The smile on his face turned softer and warmer, and he started chewing on the inside of his cheek. His eyes flickered from one place to the other, his legs bouncing as he just sat there for a moment, clearing his head.

After a moment or two, Alice stepped out of his car, shutting the door behind him. He clicked the button that locked the doors, then slung his backpack over his shoulders. The graffiti-covered bag was filled with a towel, an extra tank top, a pair of shorts, and other things that he decided to bring along - Just in case. After a while of just standing there, looking around, he finally started making his way out onto the sand of the beach. He made sure to take his TOMS off before he actually set foot in the sand, then let his bare feet lead him out onto the tiny grains. He stared at the ground as he walked, taking in a deep breath. This would be fun - I mean, it was [i]Tristan.

^{[size=7pt]of course! oh my gosh i'm like your biggest fan. i'm not a stalker. *^*
why, thank you. i absolutely adore your taste in music, and your signature. <3}

^{so, anything specific you're up for, at the moment? c:[/size]}

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px inset transparent; width: 470px;][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=black]Alice gave a sort of awkward nod of his head, making his way over to the 'birthday boy'. He had a small, weird grin on his face as he plopped down beside Tristan, with a few feet of space between them. He didn't bother to get his towel out, just lying back on the soft sand. He put his backpack and his shoes beside him, then put his hands under his head. "Happy b-day, Tristan," he mumbled, turning his head to look over at the other teen. He closed his eyes, sitting himself back up, Indian style. He turned his head to look out on the ocean, taking in a deep breath. It was so beautiful out here - The beach was where he took most of his photos, and wrote songs or just lied back and read. It was relaxing, to put it simply.

^{[size=7pt]d'aw. well, i'm pretty surprised, at that. you're just so amazing. <3
yes yes, me too. i'm so sensitive, and i often cry when it comes to those types 'o things. d:
anyway, i'm guessing our boys would be in high school or college? c:[/size]}

^{[size=7pt]Hello! ^^}

^{of course! troubled is my specialty. c;}

^{anyway, any specific plot/idea in mind? c: so many smileys. oops.[/size]}

^{[size=7pt]making people happy is what i do. <3
yes, that is perfect! which lad would you rather be? i don't mind, but just a warning, my 'not-really-depressed-or-whatever' people tend to be a bit awkward, and end up getting a little sad. i don't know why, it just happens. x3 but i'm good at playing helpful people, so. yup. i'll stop rambling now. c:}

^{ooh, and the guy who's struggling is like stubborn, and just keeps pushing the other dude away. it just adds more drama, i guess. d:[/size]}

^{[size=7pt]sure, i don't mind! i'd be happy to play the dominant. c:
any specific idea(s) in mind, darling? c:[/size]}

^{[size=7pt]@twisted okie doke, sounds good. c:}

^{hmm, how about on a friday night, saturday or sunday? and they 'meet' each other at like, a lake, or something? i dunno, something other than just going off to school, or whatever, 'cause most high school roleplays start out that way.}

^{Harley whenever an idea sparks in your head, just tell me! c:[/size]}

^{[size=7pt]i don't really mind if they are or not. it's up to you, love. c:[/size]}

^{[size=7pt]that sounds cool! i like it. c:
i hate to ask, but would you, possibly, be able to make the thread? i'd just never get it finished. :c[/size]}

^{[size=7pt]thank you so much, darling. take your time. <3
ha ha, how did i know? i'm probably gonna use mikey fuentes. i got a really cute picture of that mexican sh-thead that i wanna use, sometime. x3[/size]}

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px;][font=arial][sup][size=7pt][color=black]'ello, my sweeties! this here thread is where i shall place the short(er) bios of my lovely characters. the pictures/gifs are not mine, of course, so you are obviously free to use them. d: just don't take my character(s), okay? theft ain't cool, man.

oh, and please no posting on here! i want to keep this as neat as i can! if you wanna chat just pm me, 'kay? i love to chat!

anyway, off to my lovely peoples! <3

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px;][font=arial][sup][color=black]FACE CLAIM: alan ashby
sweet & awkward

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px;][justify]^{so... if you just happened to stumble across this - welcome? i don't know. anyway, this is where i'll be storing stories... you know, to boost my muse up, at least a little. plus, it'll be fun. d: oh, and please don't post on here! thank you. <3}

^{none of these prompts are mine - i did not make/create them. 'copyright' to the rightful owners. <3 obviously music prompts are everyone's 'ideas'. i don't know.}

^{don't judge me. fuencest is my guilty pleasure, okay? it's not like it'd ever happen. say it's gross. say i'm gross and disturbed. whatever. f-ck you. d:}

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Imagine your OTP sleeping in separate beds but they get cold so they snuggle.
Pairing: Fuencest - More like a brotherly love, though.
Short but sweet. <3

The tour had just ended, and they were all happy to finally sleep in bigger, more comfortable beds. They all decided they'd go to a hotel, because why not?
Vic shivered as the coldness hit his face like a ton of bricks. It was late November, leaves falling from trees, turning all sorts of different colors. He had a smile plastered across his face, despite the cold weather. He let out a huff of air, following closely behind the other three. He had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder as he walked at a steady pace, chuckling lightly when Jaime and Mike started racing to the doors of the hotel. Tony looked back at the tiny Mexican, stopping for a moment so he could catch up. Once he did, he draped his arm across his shoulders, walking side-by-side. "They're such idiots." "And we aren't?" They both laughed a little, Vic yawning as they reached the doors. The other two had stood by the doors, opening them both for the small man and 'their turtle', bowing as if they were royals. "Prince Tony. Princess Vic." "Ugh, why am I always the girl?" Vic complained, playfully pouting as he stepped inside. "Because you're the closest to being a girl in our little four-man band," Jaime replied, making the oldest roll his eyes.

After getting their cards, they all went up to their rooms. It was around six o'clock, and they hadn't eaten dinner, so they decided they'd eat dinner, then watch a movie, or something. Jaime and Tony were sharing a room, and Vic and Mike were sharing a room. Tony tried persuading them to let him room with Vic, because everyone knew he had this cute little crush on him, even though he denied it, but Mike just gave him a look saying 'hell to the no, bruh.'

After eating their dinner, it was already eight o'clock, because Vic had eaten so slowly, and they ended up chatting so much their brains started hurting. Vic decided he was tired, so he told the guys he was crashing early. They whined and complained, told him he was a party-pooper, but they understood and let him go off. The concert they'd just performed made him exhausted - It was probably one of their best ever shows. He, as was the rest of the band, was pretty proud. They even did an interview, which was pretty fun. It just made it funner that it was a BryanStarz interview - Their fourth one. That kid was weird, but funny.

Vic plopped down on the bed furthest away from the door once he got in, eyelids heavy and dropping on their own. He groaned, and scooted up so he could curl up, a small smile etching across his face. He still had skinny jeans and his hoodie on, which made him groan again. He rolled off the bed, kneeling down in front of his duffel bag. a tired-looking Mike came in after a few seconds of Vic rummaging around in his bag, pulling out a pair of sweatpants, and a plain black t-shirt. it was a pretty darn cold in here, for being a hotel. Or maybe that was just him. He shrugged it off, and stripped himself of his skinny jeans, hoodie and Sleeping With Sirens tank top. What a wonderful choice of clothing, right?

He slipped the sweatpants on, as well as his shirt, then stuffed the clothes he'd worn previously in his bag. He gave a smile over to Mike, who was lying down on his bed, just looking over at him. Was he staring at him the whole time? Vic shrugged the thought away when Mike smiled back, lying down himself. He yawned, cuddling into the blankets. He wrapped himself up, then groaned once more when realizing the light was still on. "Mikey, will you turn the lights off? Please?" He heard a muffled groan, then light footsteps, and the lights were off. He smiled warmly, humming out a 'thank you'.

It was ten o'clock, and Vic hadn't been able to get to sleep. He was just cold, even with being wrapped up in a nice, warm blanket. He playfully whimpered, burying his face in a pillow and let out a muffled groan. He heard a silent sigh, then more light footsteps, and tensed a little when feeling a body next to his. He lifted his head a little to see a very tired Mike, who'd slipped under the covers. The younger wrapped his arms around Vic and pulled him close, catching the older off guard. But Vic cuddled up to Mike anyway, smiling softly. The warmth radiated off of Mike, and he finally felt like he could actually go to sleep.

After a while, they both fell asleep, snuggled up to each other, smiling subconsciously. What? They were close brothers, okay? Could they not snuggle up to each other to keep each other warm? Jeez.

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Imagine Person A of your OTP finding out Person B self harms. Where and how they find out is up to you.
Pairing: Mike Fuentes/Oli Sykes - Because I need it. *^*

TRIGGER WARNING

Why it started, he had no idea. He'd already been so skinny and lanky before, but he was gradually losing more and more weight. Oliver forgot why and when it started, but it'd just become a bad habit of his. Not eating, and shoving his fingers down his throat - most of the time - when he did eat more than he thought he should have. Maybe it was because he thought of himself as disgusting, and that he deserved it. He deserved to grow restless, and more exhausted than he should be after every show. The guys had noticed, and had grown to worry about him, but he just pushed them away, saying he was perfectly fine.

But Mike - He knew there was something up. And he was determined to figure out what was wrong with his beautiful boyfriend.

"Oliver? Dammit, where are you, you sexy beast?" He chuckled lightly, peeking around the corner and into their bedroom. His lips curled into a smirk when he heard the shower running, and slowly made his way over to the bathroom. His eyes widened when hearing the sound - That godawful sound. He quickly opened the door, thank the heavens that it was unlocked, and rushed over to Oliver's side. His smirk was replaced with a worried, concerned, and sad expression. He didn't know what to do, so he just rubbed his back, and frowned deeply when seeing his love about to shove his fingers down his throat. "Oli, stop it! What are you doing?!" Mike slapped his hand away from his mouth, and Oliver started sobbing so hard it hurt. "I-I'm s-s-so... s-sorry..."

Mike wrapped his arms around Oliver, flushing the toilet. "Ssh, it's okay. It's okay. Oliver, please talk to me. Why?" The slightly taller male only shook is head, slowly wrapping his shaky arms around Mike's neck. "I'm disgusting, Mikey. You deserve s-so much better." If anyone thought that it was impossible for Mike to frown any deeper, they were wrong. The older put his hands on the other's shoulders, pulling away. He took one hand and lifted Oliver's head up by his chin, very gently. "Oliver, you are beautiful. If anything, I don't even deserve you. You have the most beautiful personality, the most beautiful eyes, the most beautiful smile - It's just a plus that you're so smexy." He winked, trying to brighten the mood a little. He successfully earned a light laugh from his boyfriend, and he wrapped him in another warm, not-too-tight hug. He was afraid that he'd break the sickly-skinny man.

"Let's watch a movie, yeah?" Oliver sniffled, shrugging his shoulders and muttering an 'okay' under his breath. Mike grabbed some mouthwash and handed it to Oliver. After the slightly younger finished swishing the minty liquid, and spit it out, they were walking hand-in-hand to their bed. Oliver lied down on the bed while Mike put in a movie, obviously Harry Potter. Oliver didn't mind - It was a pretty good series. "You should call the guys and see if they want to come over." Mike smiled up at him, nodding his head. He walked over to him, and plopped down next to him. He wrapped his arms around him after grabbing the remote, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Anything for you, my love." Oliver chuckled lightly, snuggling up to Mike. He rested his head on his chest, and listened to his heart beat at its steady pace as Mike called the guys up. Damn, they'd have to move if the guys came over.

"Oli? Anyone there?" Mike chuckled, waving his hand in front of his boyfriend's face. Oliver flinched a little, letting out a huff of a laugh. "Yeah, sorry. So are they comin', then?" "Yup. Guess we're moving to the living room." "Ugh, but I don't want to move." "Then I'll just carry you, princess."

Oliver rolled his eyes, yelping when Mike picked him up bridal style. He carried him down tot he living room after turning their bedroom's t.v. off, and carefully put him on the love seat. He sat down at one end, and let Oliver snuggle into him, wrapping his arms around him. It took about ten minutes for all three of the other guys to get there, and they all ended up chatting and having a pillow fight instead of watching a movie. And it made Oliver feel so much better.

Yay, for happy endings!

^{ooh, that sounds fun. and they should like hate each other, at first, just to make it a little more drama-y and stuff. :3 oh, and would you rather play the more submissive one or dominant one? or should they both be like a mixture of both? c:}

^{sweet! i can't wait to roleplay with the wonderful miss twisted. <3}

^{true, but i bet your post was beautiful <3 i'll get to reply ready/done asap! c:}