Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [1a/?]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 02:19:48 UTC
The beginning looks so much like the other fill, but I promise I'm not copying! Enjoy! Sleep sounded so appealing right now... To close his eyes, forget his life and screw everything around him in favour of deep, magical sleep... His eyelids had already drooped at the mere thought. Darkness invaded his vision as blissful respite was given to his brain. Just as he started making himself comfortable, though, a heavy textbook suddenly smashed in front of him, jolting him awake with a loud cry of surprise
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Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [1b/?]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 02:22:52 UTC
Math was probably the subject Arthur despised most. Not just because the teacher seemed to be stuck on that boring tone of hers, but also because said boring tone was used to explain numbers, equations and graphs, things Arthur had never been fond of. So many symbols, and rules, and exceptions, and god, Arthur just wanted to be an author, not an astronaut
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Wow, a second fill!!! You have no idea how grateful I am for this. I really love the start of this, it flows really nicely and I love the little details like trying to finish council work in class and using concealer to cover bags under his eyes. I really like how you're using all these little things to wear him down, it makes it more realistic to me :)
I can't wait until the next chapter! Thank you so much for writing this!!!
Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [2a/?]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 20:56:07 UTC
Dunno the school system in America, but at my school, we have 4 periods in the morning, lunch, then 2 in the afternoon. And the classes pretty much never change, so you're always stuck with the same people. So I used that system. Sorry for any inconveniences~ Thankfully for him, no bouts of sleepiness attacked him during the first class after lunch. His brain seemed to be holding out enough for him not to get drowsy, and even if he had to pinch himself a couple of times in history, he managed to end it without falling asleep on his desk
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Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [2c/?]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 21:06:25 UTC
Oh that annoying bratty snitching obnoxious handsome-
“Oh no no no no no. You take that back right now , Arthur Kirkland.” He muttered to himself, looking both ways before crossing the street. There was no way that that stupid American could be anything close to handsome.
Sure, his hair was always so perfectly golden, and his eyes sparkled in the light. Sure, his body moved gracefully during swimming class and squared when he went to American football practice after school. Sure, he looked like a god on Earth and-
Oh no. He did not just go there.
“It’s official, I’m delusional.” He groaned, shaking his head. “Maybe I should really consider getting at least some sleep tonight.”
His brain threw a party inside his skull at the prospect of it.
The long sentences in italics are thoughts. It doesn't say whose, but it's quite easy to tell. Oh, and Arthur talks to himself a lot. Poor thing's just lonely, I guess xD Oh well, I'll see you tomorrow~
Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [3a/?]
anonymous
July 26 2011, 22:55:54 UTC
*sob* LJ wasn't working yesterday, so here, double chapter to make up for my absence~ Beware of heavy swearing in scenes featuring Arthur and his dad~ “I’m back.” Arthur called as he entered the small apartment, carefully avoiding the word ‘home’ in his greeting. This dump sure didn’t feel like home to him
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Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [3b/?]
anonymous
July 26 2011, 22:58:52 UTC
“Here.” He muttered, striding into the living room with a plate of spaghetti for his dad and one for him.
Wordlessly, his dad took it and took a bite, chewing loudly. Arthur didn’t wait for him and twirled a bit of pasta on his fork, leaning against a far wall as he ate.
“It’s disgusting.” The older man finally said, gulping down.
“It’s better than what you make.” Arthur replied without skipping a beat, ignoring the pangs in his heart.
“Why are you so bloody useless!?” his father yelled again, smashing the plate against the ground and spilling pasta everywhere. Arthur remained unfazed, if not annoyed that yet another plate had been broken.
“It’s all I can do!” he yelled back. “It’s all I can do, and-”
“And honestly, I’m doing my best, so please don’t push me away, I promise I’ll be better, dad, I promise I’ll get better, I promise I won’t make you mad, just please, please stop yelling at me, I don’t know how much I can take anymore and please, I just want you to accept me, I just want you to appreciate me, just please stop
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Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [4a/?]
anonymous
July 26 2011, 23:08:03 UTC
OTL I'm sorry if I strayed from the prompt in part 3. I'll try to keep in line. Arthur rushed into school the next day with a few minutes to spare. His senses were still groggy, and he was still mentally swearing at his alarm clock, like he did every single morning where he was pulled from his blissful, yet horribly brief sleep by the annoying ring
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Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [4c/?]
anonymous
July 26 2011, 23:14:33 UTC
“So I told her that she was a stupid whore and she’s all like-” the guy who was talking turned his eyes in front of him, only to spot Arthur, who was awkwardly fumbling to put the makeup away. “Kirkland?”
Arthur swore, shoving the stick and foundation in his pocket but forgetting the brush in his hand. He clapped another hand over his left eye just in case the bags were still showing and shook his head.
“Was that makeup I just saw?”
“N-No, it was uhh...” completely taken by surprise, Arthur stuttered before laughter made him look away.
“No way. Arthur Kirkland, the angry Brit who always sleeps in class and happens to be student council president wears makeup ?” another one choked out through strings of laughter, making Arthur redden in the face in embarrassment. Coupled with his sopping wet hair and dripping clothes sticking to his thin, bony body, he looked like the exact definition of pitiful
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I can't wait until the next chapter! Thank you so much for writing this!!!
Much love, from OP <3
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“Oh no no no no no. You take that back right now , Arthur Kirkland.” He muttered to himself, looking both ways before crossing the street. There was no way that that stupid American could be anything close to handsome.
Sure, his hair was always so perfectly golden, and his eyes sparkled in the light. Sure, his body moved gracefully during swimming class and squared when he went to American football practice after school. Sure, he looked like a god on Earth and-
Oh no. He did not just go there.
“It’s official, I’m delusional.” He groaned, shaking his head. “Maybe I should really consider getting at least some sleep tonight.”
His brain threw a party inside his skull at the prospect of it.
The long sentences in italics are thoughts. It doesn't say whose, but it's quite easy to tell. Oh, and Arthur talks to himself a lot. Poor thing's just lonely, I guess xD Oh well, I'll see you tomorrow~
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I love you, author!anon! This is wonderful and exactly what I was looking for. I can't wait for the next part to go up :)
Thank you again for writing this!!! <3
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Wordlessly, his dad took it and took a bite, chewing loudly. Arthur didn’t wait for him and twirled a bit of pasta on his fork, leaning against a far wall as he ate.
“It’s disgusting.” The older man finally said, gulping down.
“It’s better than what you make.” Arthur replied without skipping a beat, ignoring the pangs in his heart.
“Why are you so bloody useless!?” his father yelled again, smashing the plate against the ground and spilling pasta everywhere. Arthur remained unfazed, if not annoyed that yet another plate had been broken.
“It’s all I can do!” he yelled back. “It’s all I can do, and-”
“And honestly, I’m doing my best, so please don’t push me away, I promise I’ll be better, dad, I promise I’ll get better, I promise I won’t make you mad, just please, please stop yelling at me, I don’t know how much I can take anymore and please, I just want you to accept me, I just want you to appreciate me, just please stop ( ... )
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Arthur swore, shoving the stick and foundation in his pocket but forgetting the brush in his hand. He clapped another hand over his left eye just in case the bags were still showing and shook his head.
“Was that makeup I just saw?”
“N-No, it was uhh...” completely taken by surprise, Arthur stuttered before laughter made him look away.
“No way. Arthur Kirkland, the angry Brit who always sleeps in class and happens to be student council president wears makeup ?” another one choked out through strings of laughter, making Arthur redden in the face in embarrassment. Coupled with his sopping wet hair and dripping clothes sticking to his thin, bony body, he looked like the exact definition of pitiful ( ... )
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