Gasp I was tagged by @aph-1776 to do this and it has me shooketh. Luckily I know like 4 people on tumblr so yay so here we go @teddiehtet , @mi-chan4649 , @katryusha and @usuknerdwrites now it's up to them to do it rip
here are the answers
The last:
Drink: I JUST HAD A GLASS OF WATER. so basically nothing special :/
Phone call: One of my aunts
Text Message: Fuck the pope he's the one to blame (To a friend and please don't ask for context cause idk how to explain it)
Song You Listened To: .... Spine Breaker by BTS ( now everyone knows I'm hella BTS trash yay)
Time You Cried: I don't keep count???
Have You:
Dated Someone Twice: hell no
Kissed Someone And Regretted It: Yes :')
Been Cheated On: Not once, but twice bby ;)
Lost Someone Special: yes.
Been Depressed: That's like my default mode tbh
Gotten Drunk And Thrown Up: nope
Favorite Colors: BLUE. SPECIALLY NAVY BLUE.
In The Last Year Have you:
Made New Friends: yeah boi
Fallen Out Of Love: I'm a lonely onion so no
Laughed Until You Cried: at least once a week.
Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: yup
Met Someone Who Changed You: yeees
Found Out Who Your Real Friends Were: A most definite yes
Kissed Someone On Your Facebook List: I don't even use Facebook
General
How Many Facebook Friends Do You Know In Real Life: all of them
Do You Have Any Pets: I HAVE TWO DOGS ONE IS CALLED GASPER (NOT CASPER OR JASPER DAMMIT) AND THE OTHER ONE IS CALLED BELLA.
Do You Want To Change Your Name: sometimes, but then I think about all the work that requires so no.
What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday: I was super sick that I couldn't even get out of my bed for another three days soo nothing.
What Time Did You Wake Up: Like 8 something, almost 9 I think.
What Were You Doing At Midnight Last Night: sleep.
Name Something You Can't Wait For: J-HOPE'S MIXTAPE
When Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mom: June 16
What Are You Listening To Right Now: So Far Away by Suga, Jin & Jungkook
Have You Ever Talked To Someone Named Tom: no???
Something That Is Getting On Your Nerves: One of my teachers who hates me for no apparent reason rip me
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Long or Short: It's in that awkward stage that it's neither long nor short.
Do You Have A Crush On Anyone: ...do celebrity crushes count? cause if so then yes.
What Do You Like About Yourself: uuhhhh I guess the fact that I make myself laugh ;)
Piercings: I mean I have both of my ears pierced but that's about it.
Blood Type: Postive O
Nickname: Icey or Ice
Relationship Status: Lonely Onion
Zodiac: Capricorn bby
Pronouns: she
Favorite TV Show: Sense8 (fight me Netflix)
Tattoos: soon ;)
Right or Left Handed: Right
Surgery: none
Sport: oh boy a lot Okay so, volleyball, swimming, rock climbing, and tennis. But I don't do any of them anymore cause I'm lazy of rip BUT I have to be more active so I might start doing boxing or kickboxing idk.
Vacation: I'm currently in one!
Pair of Tennis Shoes: like 5
MORE GENERAL
Eating: nothing
Drinking: still water
I'm About To: finish these questions cause jfc
Waiting For: idk a miracle or something
Want: chocolate.
Get Married: we'll see.
Career: hmmm still not sure.
Hugs or Kisses: none.
Lips or Eyes: ??? both???
Shorter or Taller: TALLER
Older or Younger: idc
Nice Arms or Stomach: both.
Hookup or Relationship: Relationship, def.
Troublemaker or Hesitant: it depends on the situation.
Kissed A Stranger: I don't think so?
Drank Hard Liquor: yup.
Lost Glasses/Contact Lenses: no.
Turned Someone Down: oh yeah
Sex On the First Date: hell no
Broken Someone's Heart: it happens a lot
Had Your Heart Broken: mmm no?
Cried When Someone Died: yes.
Fallen For A Friend: I mean, it happens.
Do You Believe In
Yourself: Sometimes
Miracles: I'd like to
Love At First Sight: Like just for the first couple of seconds and then the magic is gone rip
Santa Clause: no
Kiss On The First Date: If it happens then nice.
Angels: idc
Other
Current Best Friends Name: Monica.
Eye Color: Dark Brown.
Favorite Movie: Airplane, hands down I love that movie. It's a masterpiece.
HI I JUST FOUND UR FANFICS TODAY AND THEY'RE SO GOOD IM WORKING MY WAY THROUGH THEM AND I AM IN TEARS (GOOD TEARS) LOL PLS CONTINUE WRITING <3!!!! Also may i request an angsty usuk fic where america is infatuated with england but england has no feelings for him/turns him down? (i saw ur request was open ;)) IF U DONT WANT TO THATS TOTALLY FINE I JUST WANTED TO EXPRESS MY FEELIGNS HAVE A GREAT DAY
This hurts me, you’re so nice and sweet and I appreciate the compliments and the fact that you actually are reading through my fics? and liking them too like wow. I really suck at angst and I’ve been working my mind around how to do this without hurting my fragile usuk heart ya know. But anyway, I wished I knew who you are so I could personally thank you, but I guess it’s alright like this. It might not be what you expected but I hope you like it?
An Old Tale
“I wished you could’ve seen him, Al. He has this– this charm that I just can’t explain! And I haven’t even talked to him, how amazing is that?” Alfred watched as his childhood friend fawned over the human he saw the day before, a melancholic smile on his face that went unnoticed by Arthur.
“That’s great, Artie! I hope you get to see him again.” No, he didn’t. Mermaids were to stay away from humans and Alfred was beyond concerned for his best friend.
“Hope? Oh, my dear Alfred, I’m not hoping to see him again, I will definitely see him again.” The mischievous smile and dangerous glint in the eyes he knew so well told Alfred that his friend was thinking about something, something terrible.
Alfred was really unsure on whether he should ask or not, but he opted for the former, “What do you mean by that, Artie?“
Arthur took his time to answer, until he abruptly swam towards Alfred, barely containing his giggles, he said, "I’m going to ask the Sea Witch for help."
Silence.
It took a moment for Alfred to process what he just heard, there was no way that Arthur, the smart and collected Arthur would do something so– so insane!
"Arthur, you can’t be serious. You out of all the people should know that the Sea Witch means trouble!"
Arthur’s smile fell, replaced by one that showed only annoyance, "I know Alfred, I know. But how else do you expect me to meet him? He could be my soulmate. I thought you’d understand me, but I was wrong.” Without another word, Arthur swam towards the Sea Witch’s cave.
Alfred didn’t know what to say, but he knew he had to say something- anything. “What if he’s not your soulmate? What if you’re actually running away from your real soulmate?” he called out before he could lose sight of Arthur. He could tell that Arthur stopped to consider it.
With a bittersweet smile, Arthur turned around, “I’m willing to take that risk.” With that, Arthur turned around and swam even more determined.
That was the last time Alfred saw Arthur for another three days.
Three days later, Arthur and Alfred met again, only that the green-eyed man had a pair of skinny legs instead of the beautiful emerald colored tail he used to have before. Somehow Arthur had lost his voice, probably thanks to the witch, and he also seemed to be in an extreme pain whenever he would “walk”.
The blue-eyed merman somehow caught on what was going on thanks to Arthur writing it down on the sand. Apparently, if he kissed the human he fell in love with, and it turned out he wasn’t his true soulmate, Arthur would turn into foam. However, Arthur didn’t seem to be scared, in fact, he seemed quite confident in his choice.
The human and Artur got along just fine, but the human didn’t seem interested in Arthur in a more than friendly way. Something that both Arthur and Alfred noticed. This set Arthur on taking matters into his own hands. Alfred would always tell him to give up and to come back home, but Arthur would never listen.
Arthur’s plan failed miserably. As soon as he touched anything that was water he would turn into sea foam. Alfred couldn’t let that happen, so he told Arthur to stay away from the shore for a while, but without leaving it.
Arthur waited a day, and when Alfred finally came back he told Arthur that he made a deal with the Sea Witch in exchange for something valuable, so that neither of them were affected. Arthur could finally come back into the water. He was so happy he jumped straight into Alfred’s arms.
The thing was, though, that Alfred lied.
He made a deal with the Sea Witch that when Arthur entered the water, Alfred would turn into sea foam instead of Arthur.
The green-eyed merman noticed instantly what was happening and with fat tears coming out of eyes, he demanded Alfred tell him why would he do such a reckless thing.
Alfred’s reply was, “I’d do anything for my soulmate."
Well then I think it’s safe to say that this took a darker turn unexpectedly sooo imma leave it up to you what happened to Arthur because to me he died too because he was too heartbroken ANYWAY I HOPE U LIKE IT OKAY BYE NOW
I saw this post again and it immediately hit me how it fits perfectly with Alfred. I couldn't help myself. This is gonna be rather short so just a heads up. Now, enjoy! also, ~omegaverse~ cause I'm trash.
Alfred loved taking the twins out for a walk whenever he could, and recently he did it a lot. Not that he minded since it was because, after a couple of months, Arthur went back to work and he deserved to enjoy it. Since Arthur was slightly smaller compared to other Omegas, having twins really took a toll on him, but now he's all better to kick ass in court. Alfred worked from home so he didn't have an issue with staying with the babies, that way he could show off how cute his twins were and how he was the best Alpha dad around.
Currently, they were on their way back to their house. Alfred really had to be careful since he was carrying them with backpacks so he had a baby on the front and another on the back, so he had to pay attention to both his front and back constantly.
On his path, he saw a an Omega woman with her baby approaching them. "Oh how lovely! He's so cute! What's his name?" The woman asked with a small smile on her face.
Alfred's chest swelled with pride because he knew that his baby was darn cute. "His name is Allen. Your baby is adorable too, really handsome. But... I bet you don't know what's cuter than one baby."
From the confused look the woman gave him he knew she didn't know the answer, just as he expected. He turned around, revealing another baby. "TWO BABIES!"
The woman was no longer confused, instead she seemed to be a little surprised. After a couple of seconds of complete silence, the lady let out a chuckle. "You're right, two babies are more cuter."
The bid farewell and Alfred was proud of himself for pulling that stunt twice that day. When they got to their house, he knew Arthur just got back from work and that he was exhausted if his scent was anything to go by.
"Honey~ I'm home!" He made his presence known, though Arthur might have know that because of his scent too.
Just as he expected, he found Arthur collapsed on the couch. Arthur had his eyes closed, but as soon as he felt his husband and children approach him, he opened them quickly and with a smile on his face. "Hello, love and hello to my two little darlings," He got up to help Alfred with the kids, he took Matthew and Alfred stayed with Allen. "Did you have fun on your walk?"
"Oh, heaps. You know that thing I do? I pulled it off twice." Arthur could tell how proud he was, that he didn't have the heart to tell him to stop doing that. "Is that so? That's fantastic, dear."
Alfred could tell that his usually fiery husband was really tired thay day, so being the hero he is, he had to do something to make it better. He took Matthew from his arms, despite Arthur not wanting that, and together with Allen, he set both babies inside their crib in front of the TV.
Sitting next to Arthur on the couch, he grabbed the Omega's elbow and pulled him on his lap. "Alfred - just what on Earth are you doing?"
The Alpha didn't reply, instead he started massaging Arthur's shoulder's, making the Omega putty on his hands. "After this, I'll make your favorite dish, how does that sound?"
Arthur felt overwhelmed with happiness, that he could only let out a breathy sigh.
"Oh Alfred, thank you so much." Arthur turned around and gave his husband a well deserved kiss.
"No problem babe! Anything for my beautiful little omega."
Needless to say, after dinner and putting the babies to sleep, Alfred was rewarded handsomely in bed.
look at me trying and failing to be funny rip also can someone say DOMESTIC OMEGAVERSE AMIRITE. Listen, I'm all for that bitter sweet omegaverse, fighting for equal rights, fighting their insticts, passionate heats, possesive alpha, hiding their identity omega, like bruh I'm all for omegaverse.... BUT IM ALSO ALL FOR THAT FLUFFINESS LIKE BE STILL MY BEATING HEART.
Quick thank you to @fvck-amx because okay, I just got home from possibly the worst and most exhausting day in a really long time, and watching your reblogs and tags and comments really made me cheer up a lot so thank you, also on the other hand another thank you for the people that send me so many lovely messages! I really appreciate them!
Aieeee I'm sorry for never reblogging or commenting your fics but they are so amazing!!!!!'
Nooo!! Don’t apologize for that, I’m more than grateful that you let me know that you liked it, I really appreciate it *-* Also thanks for calling them amazing, it means a lot!
Your stripper AU was the cutest thing ever. And it was nice to see Alfred the blushy one for once. It fits his character, in my opinion. Wonderful story, I really liked it!
I’m so glad that you like it Anon! Especially the blushy Alfred because I love him like that. Thanks for the lovely message.
I seem to only get inspiration when I'm extremely busy I wanna cry rip me (: so anyway- STRIPPER AU AYYY I love this so much with a burning passion so I hope you guys like it! Also, my writing is vanilla af so sadly don't expect anything steamy.
A knock on his door brought him back from his daydreaming. Arthur sighed, he knew who it was and why. It was always the same after he finished dancing. Closing his white robe tightly, he answered softly, "Come in."
From behind the door a person carrying an insane amount of what could only be gifts appeared. The person, who is actually the bartender of the club, set the presents down on the floor. His name was Alfred F. Jones, the charming and handsome bartender of the Freedom Strip Club. Also, the object of affection of the Queen of Spades, the most popular dancer, Arthur Kirkland.
"You're as popular as ever Arthur! What do you even do with all these gifts anyway?" Asked the honey blond American.
The lovely smile that Arthur had upon seeing Alfred instantly vanished, replaced by a face of disgust. "Most of them I throw them away, they're mostly sex toys." Pause. After this, Arthur's face went back to the soft smile. "However, I do keep the nice ones. I can't bring myself to throw those away. Even if they're far and few in between."
At that, the blue-eyed man let out a hearty laugh. "At least you're considerate enough to keep them."
That's how their conversations would usually go. A little bit of small talk and Alfred would then be on his merry way to serve drinks to the customers. Flashing them charming smiles in order to get them to buy more.
Just when Alfred was turning around to leave, Arthur suddenly stood up and with a soft blush on his face, he asked, "W-Wait, Alfred! I was u-um you see... I was wondering if you'd like to have a drink with me later..."
"Oh don't worry about me, Artie! You should head home. I'd be dangerous if you leave all alone when it's really dark." And with that, the clueless American bartender left the yet again brokenhearted English dancer all alone in his dressing room.
Arthur should know better by now, he's been flirting with Alfred since the day he started working in the club, and he always got turned down. Maybe he seems to be desperate to Alfred, or perhaps he thinks he just wants to hook up because he has so many suitors.
Either way, Arthur slumped on his chair with a resigned sigh. After a couple of minutes of contemplating his life. he stood up and started to get ready to leave.
The next day everything was the same. Same dance routine, same gifts, same small talk, same Alfred being oblivious, nothing new. Only that there was something new, Alfred wasn't leaving like he usually does. In fact, he looked rather nervous for some reason.
"Alfred? Are you alright?"
The American's nervousness seemed to vanish and be replaced by something that looked like determination. He walked up to Arthur and pulled something, that the English man didn't notice before, from behind. It was a red rose with a card attached to it with a ribbon.
"I-It's a gift..." stammered the honey blond man, "I know it might not compare to the things you usually get... and that you probably don't want to be more than friends... but would you like to go on a date with me?!" By the time he was done rambling, his face was completely red, even redder than the rose.
Arthur smiled softly and took the rose. He opened the note. Inside, there was a small message:
I’m sorry for taking so long to confess, but I wanted to make sure that you weren't actually seeing someone already. Please accept my offer?
Arthur started to suddenly laugh. "Of course I'd love to go on a date with you, you bloke! I was convinced that you didn't like me at all!"
The American looked shocked, but then joined Arthur and started to laugh as well. "I was convinced that you wanted to befriend me! We really are idiots, aren't we?"
"Yes, we are."
Silence fell inside the dressing room. Somehow it wasn't awkward. But Alfred was staring at Arthur so intensely, that the sandy blond was feeling a little uncomfortable.
"S-So... how about we go out tomorrow for lunch?" Since they both worked during the night, it made sense to go out during the day.
"Sure! I know this really cool Mexican place, I bet you'll love it-" While Alfred kept on rambling about their date, Arthur couldn't help but smile fondly at him. He was really glad he was finally getting somewhere with the only person that had complimented his dance without calling it "sexy" or "erotic", the only person that actually fought someone who thought Arthur was a prostitute and tried to pay him to sleep with him.
Arthur chuckled at the memory, which got Alfred to stop his rambling, "What's so funny?" Arthur tried to not laugh at how Alfred looked like a confused puppy. "It's nothing, I was just remembering something. Anyway, it's getting late so I better go. I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Absolutely!" Before Alfred left the dressing room though, he leaned in and kissed Arthur on the cheek. After that, he escaped, with a face completely red.
The green-eyed man stood in the middle of is room, stunned. Placing his hand on the cheek that Alfred kissed, the English dancer couldn't help but smile fondly. He couldn't seem to stop doing that whenever Alfred was around.
He could hardly wait for tomorrow.
Wow I intended to make this way shorter but my hand slipped. Oops? Damn I'm back at it again with the sappiness. When will I learn. Probably never. Oh well. ALSO MY NEW FAVORITE THING IS ALFRED BEING THE BLUSHING MESS INSTEAD OF ARTHUR. JOIN ME ON THIS NEW RIDE PLS. I hope you guys liked it! (:
Here’s a list of all the fics I’ve written so far! Now, some(most) of these... I’m not really proud of them? They're kinda very cringe-worthy. But c’est la vie, I will still add them. From oldest to newest, enjoy~
CONTINUE EVERY BIT OF WHAT YOU CONSIDER SAPPINESS! It's not even cringy I love your writing so muchhh
AYYY THANK U SO MUCH. Want to know what I love about you? Your profile pic. NYOOM. It’s good to know that I’m not being cringe-worthy AND YES I WILL KEEP ON BEING SUPER SAPPY. Thank you for this lovely ask.
I didn’t want to make a post or say anything because I don’t think enough people will notice or care. But fuck that, because I’ve got something to say.
I’m a fanfic writer for Haikyuu, I’ve been one for over a year; going on two. I’ve written 50 fics for this fandom, and I’ve been posting one fic or chapter update every week since the beginning of this year.
I write because I love writing, because I have a lot of ideas, and because I love the characters. I post my work because I think other people might enjoy my work, too.
But I’m also sick of it.
I’m sick of spending all my free time on writing only to get ten notes max on my fics on tumblr. Which, you know - it might just be that people don’t like my work. But it’s not just me.
I’ve participated in events, and if you look at the pages for any fandom-related project that includes artists and writers, I can assure you that you’ll always find the same thing: art with over a thousand notes per pic, and fics with less than twenty.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the art that people are creating in the fandom, just as much as the next person. I buy every zine I can get my hands on. I commission artists when I can.
Recently, I commissioned a writer. I didn’t even know that was a thing until a couple months ago, and even then, I’ve seen writers offer 1k words or more for as little as 3$. Are you fucking kidding me. I paid 25$ for 4k and I wish I could have tipped more.
I guess what I’m saying is that I’m done with this.
I’ve been thinking every single day for the last three weeks that I want to just say I’m not going to be writing anymore. Because I’ve got no more energy for this. I’ve got enough other shit going on, and constantly being angry about how writers are treated is not helping, and it’s not something I can turn off. Every day I’ve been thinking “you should just go. For your sake. Stop this shit.”
I can’t do that. When I finally reached that point, and made the decision today that I’d stop, I’m done, I’m out - I immediately felt AWFUL. I love writing, and I love the friends I’ve made through it. I get really sweet and supportive comments sometimes. I feel like my work has maybe impacted a handful of people.
But I hate this. I hate the way the fandom treats us. I hate getting 1k hits and 2 comments. I hate getting 20 notes, only one of which is a reblog. Who’s going to see my work? No one. I hate it, and I don’t know what to do about it.
I guess that’s all. Expect a new fic from me next week, as always. Because as much as I hate it, I can’t leave. But I’m done pretending I’m not angry. Because I am.
I wish that people who read fics and consume content without leaving any sort of feedback really understood the impact it has on the creators.
I really wish that I could say I don’t consider quitting weekly - and that I don’t have many friends who write that I also do - but I do! All the time! And I’m lucky enough to have a handful of amazing followers who always give me feedback. But without feedback, what are we really even getting out of writing fanfics? I might as well just jot down my thoughts into a notebook and keep them for myself; save myself the stress of having to plan, write, structure, edit, etc. an actual fic.
i’m a relatively new writer and i’m really lucky to have supportive friends even when i have only a very small following, even when my writer friends are also considering quitting writing. i get some wonderful comments from very lovely people, and i love them, and i reread them a lot just to not delete everything. (hell, i once gave my ao3 account to a friend so she could stop me from doing that.) i got one ask commenting on my writing and i still can’t stop thinking about it because it has that much effect - because what’s the point of posting fics if we hear only silence in return? like the previous reblog says, we might as well jot them down without all the stress.
reblogs, comments, recs - they mean so, so much, because everyone hates feeling what they’re doing is useless, yeah?
I’m so happy someone else agrees with me. I have a relatively small following and some days if I post at the right time, which in Australia is like 4am, I’ll be lucky to get 100 boys and maybe a few comments. If not I am lucky to get 10. Ao3 is a whole new story where I get 300 hits and 2 comments.
Many writers (and artist) here, very much including myself, need these comments for support to keep going.
Please leave comments or likes. It could mean that a writer will post again, or decide to quit ^^^
It means the world to know that our readers have names and are real and appreciate what we do.
Tbh I almost cry whenever I get feedback. I go on twitter and scream about the comments and the feedback because they make my heart full, they make my day and night, even a week. I know I’ve only posted 3 works, but every kudo, comment or a bookmark means so much to me! I have to wait like 15 minutes before I answer to a comment because I’m so overwhelmed and thankful that someone found interest in my work. Even critics are very helpful! Every feedback is helpful and meaningful, and every time you want to say something nice, but feel shy, please don’t because you will probably make the writer’s day and get them feel nice and more motivated, and I’m sure the writer’s gonna be thankful for your comment and that they’ll remember it, because I now I do.
i dont think readers realize it, but as writers, we put our soul into our work. i stay up until the early hours of the morning working on my fics, i spend hours of my free time writing novel length stories for free. i know its just fanworks, and it can seem so simple when youre just reading something online, but comments and kudos mean so much to an author. i remember the usernames who often comment and the people who message me telling me how they liked my fics. i wake up and see the response and im overjoyed. on the flipside, when these works ive invested so much into get so little response i just feel… like im yelling into a void.
seriously, as a reader, all i ask is you hit kudos, that you comment something as simple as “i really liked” or keysmash or copy paste your favourite line. ill remember it forever and it will make me smile, and itll may make another fic writer have the push to continue writing.
The last time I got a comment that was longer than two sentences, it was a full paragraph raving on how much they loved reading the fic. And I just, I spent ten minutes crying over how much this one person loved it. I haven’t gotten feedback like that in so long, I’d started to forget what it felt like.
Please don’t be afraid to comment. Hell, I’m not even asking for reblogs, I just want someone to give me some sort of feedback or whatever. It’ll make my day, and I’ll appreciate it forever (literally).
Hey there! I have no idea if you would accept requests, but would you do a random fluff fic of america trying to be the sappiest/overly romantic dork to england during a world conference? idk I just like the idea and I think you're an awesome writer thanks~
First of all, thank you so much omg, compliments make me emotional. Also, I do accept requests! Even though I still haven’t replied to many of them ( I am sorry pls don’t hate me ). This request, in particular, is perf because I love sappiness and them being dorks and I’ll just get right to it now, I hope you like it!
England was trying to pay attention to Russia’s speech, keyword trying, while his boyfriend, America, kept bothering him and trying to get him to turn around and read whatever note America wrote down for him on a little piece of paper.
Deep breathes England, you’re a big nation, you can do this, the meeting is almost over-
His inner prep talk was interrupted yet again by America. “Psst England… psst!” he heard the younger nation whisper.
The English nation merely looked up to the ceiling, as if asking God why was he testing him, before he turned to look at America. “What is it America?”
He didn’t get an answer, instead, America simply pushed the folded little piece of paper towards England.
Sighing in defeat, England opened the little piece of paper.
“ Ur pretty cute wanna go on a date?”
England sighed yet again and whispered, “We’re already dating, what’s this about?”
America merely gave him one of his charming, toothy grins while shoving another piece of paper into England’s hand. Deciding to indulge his boyfriend a little, he looked at the new piece of paper that said:
“If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber”
He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, to prevent him from laughing. What’s with the cheesy pickup line? His thoughts were interrupted by Russia, who gave him a smile that made him feel uneasy, “Is everything alright England?”
Clearing his throat and sitting up straight, the English nation apologized. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that America had composed himself, making it look like he had actually heard what Russia said.
It seemed that America wasn’t done since he passed him another folded piece of paper. England opened it.
“I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on.”
His whole body was trembling, he wanted to laugh so badly. America, that bastard, he knew that he was weak to bad pickup lines!
Thankfully, the meeting had ended. While everyone was gathering their things, America kept whispering cheesy pickup lines in his ear. At one point England couldn’t hold it anymore and he started laughing to the point that he was in tears.
The few nations that were still in the meeting room merely rolled their eyes, already used to the silly antics of the stupid couple.
“You were looking particularly grumpy today, so I thought I’d cheer you up a little bit!” America looked quite pleased with himself for succeeding.
“I appreciate your concern, love. But you had to do it during a meeting?”
The younger nation gave him a cheeky smile, “Love waits for no one, sweetheart!”
England rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say, now, let’s go. I’m starving and you promised me a date.”
Now it was America’s turn to laugh. He grabbed the other’s hand and they both made their way out of the meeting room.
Have I mentioned how much I love it when my otp is happy and dorky and just S A P P Y. No? Well, now you know. I HOPE U LIKED IT!
I like to make myself sad for no apparent reason, so what? Okay but I mostly get sad with like pure stuff. I don’t really know how to explain it, so I’ll leave it here and I hope you enjoy it! This was my attempt to be edgy and angsty and I failed miserably.
The Queen of Spades was hiding in his private rose garden, hiding from the real world. The garden was a gift from the King of Spades for their first anniversary. Arthur had, of course, loved it and he tried to take good care of the garden. He was also holding a simple white music box that had blue ornaments. The music box was Alfred’s gift for their latest anniversary.
Arthur was sitting on the ground, not caring about getting his clothes dirty. He felt empty, numb. So he slowly opened the music box, letting two porcelain figurines free from the box, free to spin around to the melody from the box. And so, with a shaky breath, along with the melody, Arthur began to sing:
“How does a moment last forever?
How can a story never die?
It is love we must hold onto,
never easy, but we try.
Sometimes our happiness is captured,
somehow, our time and place stand still,
love lives on inside our hearts and always will.”
At some point during the song, Arthur began to cry, but he refused to stop singing. The moment that the music box was meant to capture was their wedding, the best time of his life. Alfred gave him the music box after he left to fight in the war against Clubs. It’s been months since he last heard of him, but that day was different, he got a letter.
A letter that declared Alfred Frederic Jones, King of Spades, dead.
Arthur refused to believe that his dear husband was no longer alive, that he was now alone in the world. Alfred had promised him forever, and Alfred never lied. He couldn’t lie now.
The melody of the music box was muffling Arthur’s sobs as he finally broke.
Arthur wasn’t sure how long had he stayed in his garden or when had he fallen asleep, but he could see the sun setting already. He noticed that the melody never stopped. He wanted to close the music box but he couldn’t find it anywhere near him, deciding that he probably must’ve pushed it while he was sleeping he turned around.
The music box was behind him alright, along with his allegedly-dead-husband. Arthur paled a little at the sight of his lover sitting on the only bench in the garden.
He wanted to get up and run to him, to scream at him but most importantly he wanted to confirm that he wasn’t going insane already and that the love of his life was indeed, there. But he didn’t, all he could do was stare.
Alfred closed the box, calmly got up while also placing the box on the bench, and went over to Arthur, sitting on the ground in front of him. Alfred could only smile at him and for a moment Arthur thought that he was actually a ghost, but then Alfred spoke, “I told you I never lie.”
That’s all it took for Arthur to hold onto Alfred for dear life, crying and swearing on his life that this time he would protect him and that he was the one that would fight the entire Clubs army, not Alfred.
Only when Arthur hugged Alfred a little too hard he noticed, thanks to his lover’s cry of pain, that Alfred was actually injured on his side. Cleaning his runny nose he looked up to his husband's face and smiled a little, “Don’t think that just because you’re not going to get your head chewed off by me, you bloody inconsiderate arsehole. Don’t even think about scaring me like that!”
Alfred could only chuckle feeling too giddy to be back in his beloved arms, “Yes your Majesty.”
I COULDN’T MAKE IT SAD. RIP ME. I CANT WATCH MY KIDS SUFFER, Especially NOT BY OWN HAND. I tried I really did, I even considered making it Alfred’s ghost. Also, I love songfic’s me, and this bit is from beauty and the beast my currently favorite soundtrack of a movie and this bit makes me so sad, even more, when you find out about the meaning behind it.
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