#can i write

[cepheusgalaxy]

Computer open Google. Computer, click on Google Drive. Computer click on this folder. Comp—wait, computer? Computer are you okay? Computer try clicking again. Computer. Computer why are you lagging. Computer please. Comput—"page not responding?" Okay, okay. Computer close tab. Computer, can you try opening Google again, computer? Computer. Computer? Computer move the cursor. No, no, forget it, just—Computer turn off. Computer. Computer?????

*alt+F4*

[everythingisconfetti]

Me: posts on AO3

Me, 5 minutes later: no one's read it, no one's left kudos everyone hates me, I should never write anything ever again

[schxbetta]

* Looks at everyone *

“ m o o k s “

[snappingsweater]

I think my calling in life is to be an x reader author

[smoltsundere]

I’m watching videos about.. num noms and smooshy mushy. Send help. And some cash I want to buy them ALL.

[galactic-flower-prince]

I want scholarship money to pay for my education but I don’t wanna write an essay about it ya feel?

[mieumoved]

Head (If it´s not much a bother OwO)

Send me a promt

Head: either your character or mine, giving the other a headache.

“So how do you like it?”

The Prussian technically was yelling, trying to pierce through the loud dance music of the bar. Arthur gave him a glance and a small shrug before getting back to his glass of rum, the bitter taste on his tongue.

 “You knew I don’t like noisy place.” Arthur muttered, luckily low enough so that his co-worker Gilbert couldn’t hear him. Because he consciously knew that was a half lie, there were some spectacular places he wanted to be and they weren’t much less than a dance club.

 Back to some hours ago, where Arthur was still sorting the rest of the paperwork on his extra shift, he didn’t have much else to do that night and it was the last day of the schedule.

 That was when Gilbert, someone who is the loudest within the employs in his opinion, walked in and slammed both hands on his desk with excitement.

 “Arthur, let’s go fetching some beers tonight!” Gil exclaimed.

“Pardon me?” Arthur didn’t lift his eyes off the papers, uninterested.

“You’re free, right?” The albino seemed not to mind his partner’s attitude.” Or else you wouldn’t take the extra shift! I knew this pretty awesome place!”

This time the British finally gave a sigh and looked up “Drinking again, Beilschmidt?” As he avoid admitting what Gil assumed was true “What about your usual partners? The Spanish and that bloody Frog.”

Gil seemed a bit wavered at that.

 “Well they… “ Judged on his voice tone, his friends probably got their own business to do. ”Doesn't matter! I’m inviting you anyway! It’d be much more awesome with you and the awesome me!!”

 “Only you then.” Arthur tugged a mocking smirk as patted the papers into a lined neat pile. 

Gil pouted “I and you!”

He always found it amusing how Gilbert always put himself on first, even in a sentence, and the way his lips pulsed out childishly really didn’t help his pretty face.

 “Fine, I will be off alone then!” After the patience ran out, Gil finally whined in giving up. “ The awesome me has more fun alone anyways!”

And there Arthur thought Gil would finally leave him alone with those boring papers but after one minute or less , the albino turned back with another pout “So you’re really not going?”

 “Fine!” The British exclaimed, almost slammed his pile of works on the desk “ But I’m the one driving, alright?”

 Beilschmidt easily grinned on that while his co-worker let out a sigh with a head shake.

So there they were, with Arthur was having an annoying headache and Gilbert was screaming some nonsense things through the loud music. Gosh, why couldn’t  this guy  just shut up for a second?

 “Gilbert.” called Arthur. ” Be quiet a bit.”

 “What did you say?” Gilbert turned to him, half yelled because of the bar music.

 “Gosh! Gilbert! Can you just shut up?”

“What?” He tried to make the words out of Arthur’s lips movement. 

“Shut up!” 

“What—“

The Prussian lips got shut by Arthur’s ones, the taste of bitter rum lingered within the kiss. Those amber eyes widened open, stared at the kiss owner until their lips departed eventually. Gilbert blinked and he just realized his breath had been taken away as his body almost needed to prop against the table.

Arthur stared at his shock look for a while and then it finally came to his mind “Oh shit.” He muttered with his green eyes almost as wide “ Oh crap, I---that wasn’t---I meant---“ 

“Holy shit, I’m drunk---“ Arthur gasped as gripped the edge of the bar counter to stand up. However, before he could take any step away, Gilbert already tugged his collar and pulled in for another kiss. 

This time it was a bless, he kissed back immediately and he swore to God, the more he tasted Gilbert the drunker he felt. A dangerous sweet taste of drunk devoured him even he was the beast winning. Gilbert over and left the man’s lips breathless once again.

“…What is it that you were going to say?” Gilbert whispered lowly, made Arthur shivered. The sight of those pale cheeks blushing from being lacking of air and those sweet lips had the rum scent lingered lightly. His marks. His hand held around Gilbert’s waist, Arthur sneaked a sly grin. 

“I’m the one driving.”