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I don't think this really comes as a surprise to anyone but I probably will not ever be posting ff for this account again.
So much stuff has happened and so many ups and downs. For most of it I've not been in a good place physically or mentally.
I've had a lot of stress and now I am having health issues. And #covid is screwing with everything too.
I had my fun. I'm not going to delete any of the work, but I just don't have it in me to write for this anymore.
Thank you to you all who read my fics and supported me, it was seriously so awesome. Especially writing Home, it will always be dear to me. And to all the other authors still writing thank you for your hard work.
Love you all! 🥰
Stay safe and healthy.
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Alright blue first of all, how dare you come at me with your fic (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ Second of all I loved it so much! Come to Texas so I can punch you with all my love
Lol you can punch me into space and then I will be free from the Earth
Notes - It’s been over a year since I last posted any writing, apologies about that. And apologies for this taking so long. I was out of town for a little while and also I am very much struggling to write. But I wanted to write something cute and hopefully?? funny??? Hope you all enjoy!
AU - Married AU, Human AU
Rating - SFW
Notes - It’s been over a year since I last posted any writing, apologies about that. And apologies for this taking so long. I was out of town for a little while and also I am very much struggling to write. But I wanted to write something cute and hopefully?? funny??? Hope you all enjoy!
AU - Married AU, Human AU
Rating - SFW
“Alfred are you ready to go?” Arthur moved down the hallway towards the bedroom, wondering what was taking his husband so long to get ready. “We’re going to be late for the movie.” He pushed the door open and saw Alfred struggling to pull on a pair of jeans.
Leaning against the door, Arthur chuckled. “Love…”
Alfred grunted. “Hold up almost… man… Have I gained weight again?” His gut sucked in as he tried holding his breath, his face reddening from the effort of his fight against the pants.
Arthur took pity on him finally after a moment of watching. “Alfred, those are my pants.”
“What-” Alfred stopped. “Oh fuck thank god.” The relief that he hadn’t suddenly gained an obscene amount of weight was evident on his face. “You’re right.” He kicked them off his legs as fast as he could, circling around to a chair in the corner where a lot of his clothes ended up. It was a compromise for the two of them so that Alfred had a place to put them easily that was not the floor.
“Perhaps your glasses would be of use, hm?” Arthur stepped over to their large, shared dresser and plucked the glasses off. He opened them and walked over to Alfred, slipping them on his husband’s face, careful not to poke him in the eye. “Is that better?”
Alfred grinned and wrapped his arms around Arthur. “All the better to see you with,” he quoted and bent forward to give Arthur a kiss.
“We’re going to be late,” Arthur reminded him.
“Shit,” Alfred located a pair of jeans, his this time, and pulled them on with much more ease, a satisfied look on his face as he eyed himself in the mirror. Arthur smoothed his hair and then headed out of the bedroom, beckoning for Alfred to follow.
“I can’t believe this is the fourth time you’ve done that.”
“Fourth, wasn’t it only my third?” Alfred asked, grabbing his keys and wallet off the kitchen counter.
“No, remember at Francis’s Christmas party last year?”
“Ohhh…” Alfred frowned a bit and locked the door as they headed out to the car. “I’d forgotten about that. Why’d you remind me?”
Arthur laughed, climbing into the passenger seat and shaking his head. “I will never let you forget it.”
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At the cinema waiting in the queue for concessions, Arthur glanced around.
“A large popcorn with extra butter and a large coke please,” Alfred ordered cheerfully.
Arthur zoned out for the rest of Alfred’s conversation. Normally they snuck candy in but they hadn’t had time today so it was a special occasion for Alfred. The man had a huge obsession with movie theater popcorn with extra butter; Arthur preferred the simple microwave salted popcorn at home. It wasn’t like Arthur had never been to a cinema before or had never been to a concession stand in a cinema, however, he had for some reason or other, had never noticed an item sat on the shelf to his right, green as grass.
“What the bloody hell is that?”
Alfred turned to give him a puzzled look as he handed the cashier his credit card.
“A pickle?”
“Yes I know it’s a pickle but… why… why is it bagged? Why is it here?” The green, turd-resembling pickle floated in its own liquid juice, eye level with Arthur, offending him in a way he had never been before. Shocked, Arthur reached out to touch it, as if it weren’t real.
“Do you want one?”
“No!” Arthur withdrew his hand, the cashier now staring at him as well, trying to hand Alfred back his card. Alfred signed the receipt and they stepped out of line, a large popcorn and soft drink nestled in Alfred’s arms. “Have there always been pickles at the cinema?”
“Uh… yeah…”
Arthur took the tickets from Alfred’s full arms and gave them to the worker to tear. “Theater six down the hall on you right.”
“Thank you,” Alfred nodded.
“Why… why do you have pickles at the cinema?”
Alfred shrugged. “It’s a Texas thing.” He shoved the door open with his butt, holding it for Arthur to pass into the dimly lit room. They headed up the short hallway and rounded into the open part of the room, glancing up the rows of seats and the crowds of people. Alfred motioned for Arthur to go first, Arthur squinting in the dark to see the steps clearly so he wouldn’t trip and bust his face open.
“Do they not do it in other states?”
“Um, maybe…” Alfred’s voice called up from behind him.
“Why would you want to eat a pickle… during a movie?” Arthur asked, pausing and turning back to look at his husband. “How could something so lukewarm just sitting on a shelf like that possibly be any good?”
Alfred nearly ran into his husband, stopping awkwardly on the step and hoping he didn’t spill the popcorn and drink. “I mean, it’s not that bad, and I don’t think they would just leave it out like that if it wasn’t consumable. A lot of people would get sick if not.” He shifted the drink in his hand to get a better grip. “What’s our seat number?”
“I’m getting sick just thinking about it,” Arthur responded, still incredulous. “I can’t believe that’s something you would want to just snack on. I understand wanting to have a bit of pickle on or with your sandwich but just by-”
“Honey, the seat number.”
“It’s disgusting.”
Alfred apologetically glanced at the others behind him, stuck on the step as he was, Arthur glued to his spot.
Arthur seemed completely unaware of his surroundings and Alfred forced himself up onto the step next to Arthur, the two of them crushed together in the dimly lit space. He got the popcorn tucked against him so he could reach out and get the tickets from his husband, who was still going on about the pickle. Alfred couldn’t decide if it was funny or annoying, perhaps both. “We’re in this row, seat 12 and 13.” He ushered to one row above them and nudged at Arthur.
Thankfully his husband began to move again but he didn’t stop talking, all the while passing down the row of people. “Excuse me, sorry, sorry…” Alfred murmured as they passed by, nodding and apologizing to those whose feet he stepped on.
“Who ever thought of bagging one single pickle and selling it?” Arthur turned his head to look back at Alfred. “When did it even start? Did you have them around when you were a child?”
“Honey…”
“I wonder how many the cinema sells in a day…”
“Arthur this is our seat-”
“It can’t possibly be that many…”
Arthur took a seat and Alfred was relieved to be able to set down his drink and popcorn, but Arthur was still going on. He could tell by the shifting and coughing of those around them that others were starting to get irritated by Arthur’s twelve million questions about the pickle. It was starting to get to Alfred too. It wasn’t usual for Arthur to cause a disturbance like this in a public place. Usually polite and full of manners, it was a rare sight. One that Alfred was realizing was more annoying than funny just because of how many others it was starting to irritate as well.
“How many people want to just eat a pickle all plain like that? Do they do it in other states as well or-”
“PLEASE BE QUIET.” The voice of the man sitting to their right, the woman in front of them, the elderly couple behind them, and Alfred’s all rang out at the same time, cutting Arthur off. Arthur’s face reddened as he seemed to come back to his senses, immediately scrunching in on himself to appear smaller, a shyness passing over his expression and posture.
“S-sorry,” he murmured, glancing around.
Alfred reached over and took Arthur’s hand, holding it in his and stroking the back of it with his thumb. “We can talk about this later honey, when we’re back at home, okay?”
Arthur nodded, whispering another “sorry” as the trailers began. Alfred settled in, his hand settling in to the popcorn bag as well.
“May I have a sip of your drink?” Arthur whispered.
“Sure thing, it’s to share.”
Arthur took a sip through the straw and his face scrunched in disgust as he did, trying not to spit out the drink all over the place. “I thought you said you ordered a coke,” he hissed at Alfred, the drink he’d just had a sip of was definitely not that.
“I did,” Alfred said, confused. “Oh I mean like, I got a Dr. Pepper but yeah it’s a coke.”
Arthur’s confusion was very evident.
“You said a large coke back at the counter, this isn’t coke.”
“I mean it’s not Coke, but it is a coke.”
“Don’t you mean a soft drink?”
Alfred sighed, taking Arthur’s hand in his again and giving it a squeeze. “Listen babe... It’s a Texas thing.”
Send me your requests! I don’t know how many I will do but I need to get back into the spirit of writing and motivate myself and this will be good practice.
I want to write for this blog again. I still love usuk and writing. I still have ideas and stories but... I just have no motivation. All I wanna do when I get on the computer is mindlessly watch Youtube vids or read manga.
Almost finished grad applications and then I will be free!
In light of this nsfw purge though, in case this blog disappears, I do have an ao3 with most if not all of my writing on there.
I hope it doesn’t go away though or else I’ll be really sad. : ( All your lovely comments. I will be deleting the nsfw fanfictions that are flagged off this blog though, so if you wish to read them they’ll be on ao3.
2 submissions so far. Everyone remember the deadline is October 14th, by midnight US Mountain Time. Please get those applications in to me as soon as you can so I can start reviewing them.
turnnoffyourmind
ellievsbear
snowghoul
blakekathryn
gracieabrams
amandla
