#yungblud preference fluff

[bhcangels]

sunsets and selflove - fluff

Dom’s POV

I stumbled through the front door of our apartment, closing the door after wrestling my keys out of the lock. I chucked my bag down by the door, kicking off my shoes, and proceeding to walk through the flat in a search for her. All I could focus on was the silence floating through our home as I failed to find her in any of the rooms. Looking around, I smiled upon the realisation of where she was, picking up a thick blanket and my keys, heading out the door and up the stairs to the rooftop. I took the stairs two at a time until I reached the top, pushing my body against the heavy metal fire door and stepping out into the cooling summer air. She turned her head to greet me, offering me a small smile.

“Hey darlin’,” I smiled, walking closer and taking a seat beside her in the middle of the blankets and cushions she had surrounding her.

“Hey,” she replied, her voice soft as she leaned towards me.

I settled with my back against the wall, throwing the blanket over my legs as she leant her head against my chest, cuddling the side of her body against mine with one arm over my torso.

“How was your day?” I asked, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head as I awaited her answer.

“Not the best, I tried to get my assignments done but I couldn't concentrate to save my life,” she grumbled, wrapping her arm around me tighter.  

“I know what that’s like,” I grinned, a chuckle escaping my lips as she joined in with a small giggle, “and besides, you don't have to be so hard on yourself, so what you didn’t get much done today, sometimes the most productive thing you can do is breathe, and that's okay, we all need a break sometimes,” I ran my middle finger up and down her spine as I comforted her.

“But you never take a break, you seem to just be able to get everything done that you need to and more, it's not fair,” she pouted, nestling her head into my chest as she spoke.

“Yeah, that's just good old ADHD and Dr Pepper,” I laughed as she lifted her head and giggled at me, her nose scrunching up as she did. After a moment she rested her head back on my chest and exhaled deeply.  

She broke the silence, her voice coming out  small, “I just start to feel useless after a while, I guess, when I haven’t gotten anything done and I feel like I’m drowning in my own head,” she paused, and I could hear the hesitation in her voice before she asked, “do you ever feel like that?” her voice coming out quieter than before.

“Yeah��” I paused to arrange my thoughts that seem to come all at once, “I think as humans, we all have those days, we get too deep inside our own heads and after a while it feels like there’s no way out,” I spoke softly, reassuring her as I continued to stroke up and down her back. She sat up slowly, shifting her body to sit next to me, leaning her body against the wall behind us as she gazed out at the fiery sky with the sun setting lower.

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it, and so there we sat, in a dead silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence, or uncomfortable, we were both swimming around in our own thoughts, trying to make sense of the world in our own ways before sharing these ideas with each other. She wasn’t looking at me, but I knew she could feel my gaze on her. She was staring off to the sun, slowly descending over the skyline of buildings in the distance, and I couldn’t help myself but think of how breathtaking she looked; the way the orange glow of what was left of daylight would catch right on the tops of her cheekbones, highlighting her freckles (one of my favourite features of hers), her honey-blonde hair seemingly glowing in the warmth of the setting-suns rays.

“Why don’t you love yourself?” My loud thoughts pierced the silence between us.

She didn’t even turn her head to look at me, as she took a deep breath in, she responded “What is there to love? I’m just shattered pieces of the girl I used to be,”

I know she didn’t expect a response but I gave her one anyway.

“You’re not broken, I don't believe that for a second,” I shook my head, turning my gaze away from her to admire the mesmerising view of the sunset.

“You don’t know that, Dom. You don’t know how messed up I am inside,” she argued, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Who let you believe that what other people think of you defines your worth?” I asked, intending it to be more of a question for her to ponder rather than an accusation, but I don't think it came out that way.

“I think we both know the answer to that.” she bit back sharply, taking a moment to close her eyes and release a breath I didn’t notice she was holding.

“Your mother?” I ask, although she was right, once I’d already asked the question, I realised I knew the answer.

“She taught me that I should always present myself to company confidently and to be perfect; ‘don’t let them find any flaws and they’ll believe you don’t have any’,” she spoke in a tone I’m sure would make her mother red in the face if she heard the imitation of her voice. The thought made me smile.

‘You know what, fuck that!” My statement came out louder and bolder than intended but that didn’t stop the smile beginning to spread across her face, “you’ve got to wake up every morning and make yourself a nice cuppa while you sit in the bay window of our apartment and listen to the birds singing as the sun rises, you’ve got to come home from a long day of classes and relax in the soothing burn from the shower against your skin, you’ve got to buy those bright yellow boots you loved and wear them with that stripey jumper of mine that you love just because it brings a smile to your face, and then you can wash it in that god-awful lemon shit that I hate but you still love, just because you want to,” I paused, laughing loudly as I shook my head, standing up in front of her, “ you’ve got to go to all of the art shows and film festivals and music shows and museums your heart desires, you’ve got to tell that girl on the train that you love her green hair and tattoos, and you’ve got to strike up a conversation with the person on the train that’s reading your favourite book. You have to do all of these things that make you happy and bring back life to yourself, because if you don’t then nobody else is going to do it for you.” I was standing in front of her now, jumping and waving my hands around as I spoke. She opened her mouth to speak but I continued, “I’m not finished. “You,” I pointed at her, “need to stop taking everything so fucking personally because in 10 years from now none of these things you’re stressing over are gonna matter. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Just fuck it! You’ve got to love yourself.” I stared at her, the biggest smile on her face that I’d seen in a long time, it was until now that I realised how down she’d been lately. She was grinning and shaking her head all at once, looking up to face me as the smile slightly slipped, she tried to catch it, but I saw her falter. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” I spoke significantly quieter, contrasting to my passionate rant just moments ago. I took my seat beside her again, reaching over to take her hand in mine.

She looked at me, her eyes meeting mine, and she shuffled in her place, before moving to rest her head in my lap. I gave her a few moments to collect her thoughts, on the rooftop with her head in my lap as I played with her hair, a comfortable silence on repeat in the background as I waited for her to share the ongoings of the inside of her head with me.

“It gets a bit loud in my head sometimes…it’s been happening a lot more since you’ve been gone”. She trailed off as she spoke, referring to me being on tour.

“And what do you do when it gets too loud? How do you self medicate?” I asked her quietly, threading my fingers gently through her golden locks.

“Well I usually come out here, I bring my blanket with me and I lay on my back and look up to the sky, and I count the stars, I stare at the moon, and I think,” she confessed.

“Isn’t thinking what usually causes the loudness in your head” I know her too well.

“Well, yes,”  she hesitated, “but instead of my problems I think about things like what if I lived on the moon, or what if I woke up one day and all of this was just one big dream, or what if I woke up as a penguin?”

“You and your endless ‘what ifs’, really, a penguin?” I laughed slightly, raising a brow and her strange imagination, “and what do you mean, if everything was one big dream?” I questioned her further.

“Okay, maybe not if it was a dream, but what if, I don’t know, say, the butterfly effect was real, and it happened in our world, and things as we knew it weren’t the same or they never happened in the first place,”

“That’s an interesting theory,” I thought aloud, “but I thought you believed in fate?” I challenged, as well as I knew her, the inside of her head was still a massive puzzle to me, with no right answer. I think it was the same to her.

“Just because I believe in something doesn’t mean I can’t ponder other propositions,” she tested.

I get that,” I spoke softly, causing her to giggle, “Do you ever come out here and think about me?”

“Now, how would I manage to fit you into my tight speculation schedule when I have to consider what it would be like to live on the moon, or the first thing that I would do in my new life as a penguin?” She giggled playfully, turning her head to smile up at me.

“You cheeky fuck!” I exclaimed, a grin spreading across my face as she giggled, a real laugh this time. “I’m sure you can make some time for me,” I grinned back.

“We’ll see about that,” she paused, returning her head to press against my lap before she continued, “sometimes, when I think about you, I can’t stop and then you’re on my mind for days at a time. I’ve never felt like this before, I’ve never felt so all-consumed by my own feelings, and I’m scared,” she confessed, as I once again placed my hands in her soft hair.

We sat in our comfortable silence again, our bodies close together surrounded by blankets, keeping us warm as the sun adventured beyond the horizon; I continued playing with her hair.

“Would you do me a favour?” I glanced down at her as she spoke softly, with a frown across her beautiful face.

“Anything,” I replied simply.

“Would you make sure the moon knows my name?” she asked with tears returning to her eyes.

“Of course I can, baby, I’ll shout your name from the rooftops, or even visit the moon just to tell it myself,” I spoke with confidence. No matter what I had to do to make her happy, you can rest-assured that I would do it.

[cutetinyartist]

Meet The Tiny Artist! 🖤🧷

Hi there! I made this lil illustration + Q&A for my Pinned Post so y'all can get to know me better! 🖤 (The rest of the Q&A is below the cut!)

So, who exactly am I?

I'm Rayna (but you can call me Ray), I'm 24, a complete British + Bisexual Stereotype, and my pronouns are She/They. Oh, I'm a Borrower too so I'm around 4" tall! ^w^

Why did I make this blog?

I created this blog in 2017 shortly after discovering the G/T* community! I've always loved the idea of being tiny (I remember having quite a few dreams/daydreams when I was a kid about my favourite characters being giants) so I was very happy to discover that there's actually a whole community dedicated to this pretty niche/weird love of mine! :D

*G/T stands for Giant/Tiny and it’s essentially about extreme size-differences! It can range from Giants interacting with Humans to Humans interacting with Borrowers/Fairies/etc. (also referred to as Tinies) and there are so many creative ways to explore these dynamics.

People also tend to identify as giants, tinies or size-shifters- I personally prefer being the tiny (around 3-4" tall) in any scenario but that’s just my preference. ^^

What do I post?

Obviously this blog is predominantly dedicated to G/T, but here’s a quick overview of what I post/draw/write the most:

G/T Fluff! This blog is mainly about cute moments between Giants and Tinies because I absolutely adore stuff like that. Handheld fluff is my absolute favourite, as one of the most comforting things I can imagine is being held by a giant and feeling really protected and loved. (That’s one of the main reasons behind why I love it so much, I tend to get really stressed/anxious a lot of the time and I find a lot of comfort in how calm and happy G/T makes me feel)

You can also expect to see a LOT of G/T memes and puns!

I also draw a lot of G/T Art (and occassionally write short stories too), I've drawn it for various fandoms but I do like creating original work too. A lot of my more recent work is G/T Art involving my partner too because they're an adorable Giant and I love them >w<

I also post random thoughts/ideas/ramblings occassionally...

What I’m basically saying is that this blog is filled with 100% SFW, fluffy G/T content and memes!

What are my other fandoms/interests?

For this question I’ll just list a bunch of my favourite things!! There will be a LOT on this list tbh but this is supposed to be an in-depth About Me page so awaaay we go! :D

Films

The Iron Giant, The Bob's Burgers Movie, South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut, Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse, The Spongebob Squarepants Movie, Ratatouille, The Secret World of Arrietty, The Borrowers, Little Shop Of Horrors, Shallow Grave, Honey I Shrunk The Kids, Shaun of the Dead, 28 Days Later, Fight Club, Orgazmo, Zombieland, the Jackass Movies, the Halloween Movies, Trick r Treat, The Descent, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), A Clockwork Orange, Requiem For A Dream, Deadpool, Jurassic Park and Ghostbusters! (Plus a lot more that I'm probably forgetting-)

TV Shows

South Park, Bob's Burgers, Futurama, The Simpsons, Taskmaster, The I.T. Crowd, Misfits, The Inbetweeners, Rick and Morty (mainly the earlier seasons tho), My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, It's A Sin, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, and although I don't watch them very often I love a good nature documentary! (I think I was once late meeting up with my friends cus I got way too into one and had to watch the whole thing- I only put on the channel for my dogs to watch while I was out!)

Videogames

Little Big Planet (1 and 2), Mario Kart, South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut, Luigi's Mansion 3, Mario Odyessy, Dead Rising (1, 2 and Off The Record), Portal (1 and 2), Stray, Minecraft, Super Mario 3D World + Bowser's Fury and Super Mario Maker 2.

Music

YUNGBLUD, Ninja Sex Party, Don Broco, TWRP, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Ozzy Osbourne, Twisted Sister, Beastie Boys, Panic! At The Disco, DVDA, Queen, The Blackout, Lorde, Wet Leg, Ghost- Honestly you could just pick up any Rock/Punk Compilation CD and you’ve basically got my taste in music in a nutshell. Growing up the Kerrang channel was almost always on in my house and definitely shaped my taste in music! I also adore the soundtracks from a couple of musicals (mainly The Book Of Mormon, Little Shop Of Horrors and War of the Worlds) and I like listening to music from the videogames I listed above! Oh, and the soundtracks from the Jackass films. Those kick ass.

I have written/drawn G/T for some of these fandoms but you can 100% Message me if you want me to make G/T content for any of them! ^^ (Seriously, if you wanna fangirl with me over any of these my inbox is always open!)

Any other interests/hobbies?

I’m really interested in Animation and I hope to pursue it as a career one day! I also love reading comics (especially independent ones/ones based on shows/films that I like) and I enjoy making them sometimes.

Another one of my favourite hobbies is baking! I love making brownies the most, but cakes and cookies are a lot of fun too.

I like to collect things too, and my favourite things to collect are random cute ornaments, plushies, My Little Pony toys and DVDs/Blu-Rays of my favourite shows and films (I have every season of South Park on DVD, plus all the Jackass films and the show!) Plus I love collecting merch! Naturally I love collecting CDs and Vinyl too...

What are my other Social Media accounts?

Main Instagram: @ DragonDoodles57

G/T Instagram: @ CuteTinyArtist

Main Twitter: @ ArtByRayna

Priv Twitter: @ GotAHeartBoner

G/T Twitter: @ CuteTinyArtist

Ao3: @ CuteTinyArtist

Thanks for checking out my 'Meet The Tiny Artist' page! 🖤

[oyaki-chan-blog]

Stay (Yungblud x Adam fic)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21494953

Rating: -

Category: m/m

Fandom: Yungblud (Musician)

Relationship: Adam Warrington/Yungblud |Dominic Harrison

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff & Angst

Language: English

Stay

It was a late, dark rainy night with only a little city lights illuminating it. Dominic whimpered softly and rolled over in his bed before he woke up with a jerk. Gasping for air, he rubbed his teary eyes, smudging the messy makeup even more.

“That all isn't fookin' right, where is he…” Dom mumbled to himself, putting on the first shirt he saw, along with boots, and ran out of the front door into the pouring rain. He seemed to be still not fully awake as he imagined scary things that could have happened, but would not possibly actually happen. However, right now he believed in it, tears rolling down his cheeks as he was getting more and more terrified but determined to finish his journey.

**

Adam rubbed his eyes, cursing under his breath. He was tired and he literally was ready to kill the person who woke him up in the middle of the night by ringing the doorbell a few times already. Still, he crawled out of his bed, put on a robe and went to open the door with a short “I'm coming”.

The guitarist opened the door, not even bothering to look into the peep hole to see who was it, if it were not just some children joking. When he opened it though, there was something he was not expecting at all.

Dom stood in his doorway, looking at his feet and fidgeting with his fingers as if he was guilty. His clothes were soaked, he was shaking and it was obvious that he was trying not to sob as he bit his lower lip.

“What the fuck, it's 3am!” Adam scolded but as he came closer, he noticed the state Dom was in. He had never seen Yungblud himself be so distressed and that was disturbing. “…oh.”

“I-I'm sorry, Adam… Can I stay?...” Dom mumbled.

His voice was suddenly so small and his chubby cheeks were wet with tears and smudged eyeshadows as he looked up at the man. Adam did not feel sleepy or angry all of a sudden, instead, he got concerned as he let Dom in.

“You're shaking. Wait here for a bit,” Adam tapped the boy's shoulder gently and went into bedroom to get some dry clothes.

He returned quickly and handed his own hoodie to Dom so he could change out of his wet clothes. Dom muttered a quiet “thank you” and looked at Adam with a blank gaze, as if not sure that all of it was real. Adam looked back and his eyes lingered on Dom's pretty but lost face, turning away after to let him change.

When he was done, Dom turned to Adam and hugged him tightly, burying his face in the crook of his neck as he sobbed hard. Adam hugged back, wrapping his arms around Dom's shoulders that shook as he cried.

“Shh, it's okay,” Adam said softly as he petted Dom's messy hair gently to comfort him and then kissed him on the forehead. “So would you tell me what is it, baby? Anything hurts? Did someone die?”

With no response, Dom squeezed his eyes and hugged Adam as tightly as he could, sobbing again. Adam was seeing him so distressed for the first time and wondered what could bring him to that kind of a breakdown.

“Let's go sit down,” Adam gestured to the couch in the living room, “I'm gonna give you some candy and cuddle, but you would tell me what happened, okay?” he asked gently, looking Dom in the face.

“Mhm,” Dom nodded against his chest and let go of him reluctantly as Adam pushed Dom away a little and leaded him to the living room.

“Here, get warm,” Adam wrapped him in a blanket as he sat down. “I'll be back, just gonna bring some tea and candy,” the man said quickly while looking through the shelves.

Sitting on the couch, Dom took the edge of the blanket, that Adam had given him, and sniffed it a little. Smells like him. He decided that he had to memorise the moment as he really appreciated the care and tenderness Adam was offering. Just realising how much it actually could mean, Dom wished that everything would stay like this forever. He did not like to feel kind of weak, but he liked to feel loved.

Adam flopped onto the sofa next to Dom, interrupting his thoughts. He put two cups of tea and a chocolate on the coffee table and smiled at Dom a little. Now it looked like they switched roles for a while. Adam did not want it to stay like this from now on and that is why he tried his best to cheer up the other boy, to bring his positive self back. Even though it was pretty annoying, Adam had to admit that he already missed the loud and cheery side of Dom.

“Come on, why are you like this? Dom~...” the guitarist stretched his words while poking at Dom’s cheek lightly with a pout on his face “Just tell me so I can help. You know, I don’t wanna see you so sad, baby...”

“Now when I think of that, it sounds so fookin' stupid and weird,” Dom said and took a sip of hot, sweet tea, holding the cup with his both hands, “Thank you for this. And, I’m sorry I woke you up just because of one silly thing.”

“Hey Dom, listen to me, okay? I don’t know what is it though, but to me, things that make you fucking cry are the most serious and must be dealt with first. I’m not ever gonna ignore something that makes you sad and you know it. So just tell me. ...And, want some?” Adam took a piece of the chocolate bar he brought and offered it to his sudden guest, smiling contentedly as the he took it with a soft chuckle.

“Actually, I just had a nightmare,” the boy mumbled and looked down as if he was ashamed.

“And what was in it?” Adam raised his brow slightly.

“You died in it...” Dom said so quietly and Adam became silent for a while.

“Oh...”

Dom bit his lower lip as he whimpered softly, feeling on the brink of tears again. The thought of losing his closest person got overwhelming. He clung to Adam again, trying to hold him as tightly as possible which was soon returned by the man.

“I just thought then... If you won’t be here, whom would I kiss at shows, whom would I hug like this, who I’m gonna joke and drink and argue with, whom would I tell what I think? If not you, who would understand me as much as you do? You know how many sugars I like in my tea or coffee, you know which beer I prefer and when, every day you guess when I’m going to sleep as you text your “goodnight”, you can even fooking predict which moment will I kiss you on every show!... And how am I supposed to live when you’re not there..?! I never thought of it but now, because of that fooking dream,” Dom whispered, burying his face in Adam’s shoulder, “So when I woke up, I had to make sure you’re there, that’s why I came...”

“Oh, Dom I mean, I don’t wanna ever lose you either, baby. And what you said just now, I wasn’t expecting something like this at all... But I’m here and everything’s gonna be okay, I promise,” Adam rubbed Dom’s back and petted his fluffy hair soothingly.

Sometimes Dom was loud and happy but sometimes he also felt broken and scared. Really difficult to understand and to deal with, but probably that was one of the reasons Adam treasured Dom and his affection. Because he knew that no one would possibly be as special and loving, would smile at him happily and hug him as a greeting every time like Dom did.

“Sure it is,” Dom stole another piece of chocolate and gave a cute and genuine smile before covering his mouth with his hand to yawn.

“So are you finally better now?” Adam smiled back while patting his shoulder lightly as he kept his arm around Dom.

“Much,” the boy smiled even wider, hugging him around the neck again, “Thank you, Adam.”

“Well, actually I’m tired and what about you? Wanna go to bed now?...” the guitarist asked, pulling away.

“To be honest, I’d really want to.”

**

Dom got into Adam’s bed first, keeping his hoodie on and rolling around on it a little. Adam took off his clothes except the underwear and stood next to bed just to look at the boy for another time.

“Umm, what are you doin'?” Adam asked, kind of confused as he saw Dom’s motions all over the sheets.

“Warming up the place for you, of course,” Dom explained with a pout and stopped when Adam crawled into bed next to him.

“I really don’t deserve you, baby,” he laughed, moving close to the other boy.

Dom pulled the blanket to his eyes and kept them open as he stared at Adam, who was close to falling asleep, directly. Of course that thing was only a dream, but he did not want to close his eyes just yet, making sure that the man was right here. Even though Adam was tired, it was not long until he noticed the other’s kind of tense stare.

“Come on Dom, relax. I’m not going anywhere and I won’t leave you, get it?” Adam smiled lightly, trying to reassure, “Just come here,” he spread his arms.

Dom was happy for another hug and he moved into Adam’s arms quickly, snuggling to him. He soon made himself comfortable on top of his favourite guitarist's broad and hot chest, smiling widely as he felt the other’s one arm wrap around his back and another one pet his hair again.

“Now you don’t have to look at me to be sure that I’m here, so better go to sleep, baby,” Adam placed a soft kiss on top of Dom’s head, making him purr contentedly. “I’m gonna stay with you for my whole life, don’t worry.”

“You better actually do... Mhm, love ya Adam...” Dom mumbled lazily with a sigh, wrapping his arms around the man’s chest.

“Sleep already,” Adam grumbled under him, and he let his eyes slide closed.

Dom drifted off to sleep quickly, lulled by Adam’s caresses and soft blankets all around, with a smile still on his face. He felt warm and safe, and the most important, he was hugging Adam right here; this was all he needed now. Or maybe it was just because the man told him to and he complied. Dom did not like to submit, but he did like to feel loved - just like now.