fic: Ten liter troubles

[furloughday]

title: Ten liter troubles
fandom: X-Men: First Class
pairing: Charles/Erik
words: 3k
summary: Little do you know, people have been wasted throughout all history. (road trip fic)
a/n: Dat. Fass. crazykookie's brainchild, and written for pidgeoned the magnificent who wrote my favorite X-M: 1C fic ever, right here.
master fic post

Comments

[angstbunny]

THIS FIC IS 16 KINDS OF AWESOME.

Alex was kind of a dick, and so Erik and he got along famously.

LOOOOOOL. Now I wish there was more of that in the movie, because, yes.

Charles secretly enjoyed every marker of the rough edge to Erik's character, wanted to run the fingers of his consciousness over it until he got papercuts.

afdk;lsajfdklajfkldasjfls;djalfkd

No one spoke more than one language, while Erik felt incoherent in eight.

THIS LINE.

He said, "Forty bottles of Grey Goose and twenty-seven bottles of Patrón. Roughly."

The director looked considering. He leaned back in his chair and put steepled fingers to his lips. Finally he said, "Good God. You really are superhuman."

LOL FOREVER.

God, I love how they're such GQMFs in this fic. It's wonderful.

[lonespark]

Second!

[furloughday]

<3 <3!

[furloughday]

I'm so glad this made you laugh! They are so GQ mofos, I freaking love them.

[cymbalism219]

Oh my goodness! This is perfect! I buy this explanation 150%. Moreover, hot damn, you're one hell of a writer. Humidity hung low and the road was long and forever, a clean gray which swept off before them and scrolled out behind like the long path of the American dream. Yow. The details of their travels and half-domesticity and unremembered drunkenness are a delight, and the mixing in of the movie events delights me to now end. Genius.

Also, that circus scene just *gets* me. It's the combination of Erik's fascination with the performers and the flirting -- love it!

[furloughday]

I think I'm going to go see the movie again and imagine in this plotline, it's totally a legit explanation, right? And I'm glad you liked the circus scene. This whole story was supposed to be relatively cracky, so I'm glad some real emotion snuck in there.

[pidgeoned]

dude she furloughday is made of gold (no really)

i love her soooooooooo muchhhhhh

[furloughday]

Your face is made of gold.

[hehangs]

"Do you know how much petrol costs in your country? Eight cents. Eight cents per litre. That's absurd."

Haha! I love everything about this.

[furloughday]

I love everything about you

[fatal_drum]

Erik strode over, and slammed both palms decisively on the table top. "Do you know how much petrol costs in your country? Eight cents. Eight cents per litre. That's absurd." *gigglesnort*

Of course Charles can't budget worth shit, and of course Erik wouldn't recognize an emotion if it bit him on the ass, and of course this fic is SO right and needed to be written, and now Charles and Erik being blazing drunk the whole roadtrip is canon to me. Way to go.

[furloughday]

"Blazingly drunk the whole roadtrip" yes

[vestigiales]

wait you never told me about this fic

[furloughday]

I did tell you about this fic! Maybe tumblr ate all my messages. This is the one that I wrote and then realized you also wrote roadtrip fic and then IIII felt awkward, esp bc I wrote this one for you.