Re: Fucking fuck (3/3)
anonymous
February 6 2010, 15:45:06 UTC
HOLY SHIT ANON, I NEED MORE OF THIS.
Punk!Arthur ACTUALLY CAME OFF AS PUNK, hippie!alfred ACTUALLY CAME OFF AS A HIPPIE... excellent characterizations. I'm so happy so see that you didn't just write something with aesthetically-pleasing versions of the "punk" and "hippie" subcultures and actually wrote it gritty and realistic.
Re: Fucking fuck (3/3)
anonymous
February 7 2010, 03:57:46 UTC
wow, very very good dialogue there, anon. you had two potentially very stereotypical tribes and didn't make them boring or predictable. they're also very cute! I started reading expecting to swoon at punk!Art but ended totally in love with hippie!Al. He's so lovely ♥ Holy shit, and that suggested Canada/England+America+others? HOT. Hot hot hot The rose up America's butt made me lol. It's four in the morning. My flatmates are not happy with youXD
Re: Fucking fuck (3/3)
anonymous
February 7 2010, 04:24:21 UTC
this is being favorited like nobody's business. HOLY SHIT. I know this says its over but would you ever ever ever be persuaded to write more??? Like, if I freaking BEGGED YOU???
Boring weekend (1/3)
anonymous
February 16 2010, 23:56:37 UTC
Sorry for the wait - hope it won't disappoint. I didn't really have a plot in mind as it was originally just ment to be a oneshot xD" But.. Here's another oneshot
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Boring weekend (3/3)
anonymous
February 16 2010, 23:59:02 UTC
“-is the one who decides positions, fine.” Alfred watched as Arthur climbed on top of him, seeming rather satisfied with himself. “How come all of our discussions end in sex?” Arthur shrugged his shoulders.
“Because I like sex, and you like not arguing?” Alfred grinned.
“This is what the world wars should’ve been like.”
“For in the end, we all just longed to screw Ludwig over,” Arthur grimaced ironically.
“Touché.”
“...How come the lube isn’t in my pocket anymore?”
“A’, think - while you were busy smelling my hair, my right hand wasn’t just searching for the lighter.” Alfred waved with the little bottle. Arthur raised his brows in surprise.
“You’re learning.”
“I don’t like always being the one with the sore asshole.”
“Alfred - I am nothing but an asshole.” Alfred snickered. He shoved Arthur to the ground, seating himself on top of him.
“Aye, captain Kirkland - now, may I peacefully board your ship?”
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“You think Ford’s seeing me naked?”
“Good point.”
“Arthur!” Arthur looked up at the yelling from the window.
“Yeah, what?!” He leaned down to nibble at Alfred’s ear, seeming rather annoyed as the voice returned:
“They’re screwing with Dean again! Come on, we gotta help him!” Arthur gave Alfred a helpless look. Alfred smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Off to fight for individual freedom or whatever.”
“Thanks.” He quickly pecked his lips, getting up and slipping the shirt back on. “You’ll stay here?”
“I have my own entertainment.” Alfred slipped out a pill. Arthur nodded.
“Cool, keep cool ‘till I come back.” And away he was. Alfred stared at the ceiling, pressing the pill to his lips.
“I’ll keep myself hot, A’,” he mumbled before slipping it in and swallowing it.
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I kinda like it. A rebellious punk with a mellow hippie, very cute. Thanks for filling, anon. COOKIES FOR YOU!
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Punk!Arthur ACTUALLY CAME OFF AS PUNK, hippie!alfred ACTUALLY CAME OFF AS A HIPPIE... excellent characterizations. I'm so happy so see that you didn't just write something with aesthetically-pleasing versions of the "punk" and "hippie" subcultures and actually wrote it gritty and realistic.
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Holy shit, and that suggested Canada/England+America+others? HOT. Hot hot hot
The rose up America's butt made me lol. It's four in the morning. My flatmates are not happy with youXD
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If I joined in the begging, would you write more? PLEASE?! :3
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Of course I wouldn't mind writing more! Give me 'til next weekend and I'll see what I can come up with.
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YAYAYAYAY!!! ^^
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“Because I like sex, and you like not arguing?” Alfred grinned.
“This is what the world wars should’ve been like.”
“For in the end, we all just longed to screw Ludwig over,” Arthur grimaced ironically.
“Touché.”
“...How come the lube isn’t in my pocket anymore?”
“A’, think - while you were busy smelling my hair, my right hand wasn’t just searching for the lighter.” Alfred waved with the little bottle. Arthur raised his brows in surprise.
“You’re learning.”
“I don’t like always being the one with the sore asshole.”
“Alfred - I am nothing but an asshole.” Alfred snickered. He shoved Arthur to the ground, seating himself on top of him.
“Aye, captain Kirkland - now, may I peacefully board your ship?”
“Oh, just shut up and get to it.”
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