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prussianproblem

prussianproblem:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 5:  TW! Stabbing them in the back

"Oh."

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"Not again."

Then the screaming/pain/escaping begins.

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"Did I stutter?  Or are you having a hard time trying to process such a simple request?  Leave.  More specifically, leave me."

"I don’t want you to touch me and hell if I’m going to turn my back to you once more.  Clean my wound?  Probably just going to finish the job you started."  Earl was equally determined to keep her away.  Perhaps he could find a friend who knew how to stitch things up.

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Julchen huffed noisily. “I’m not here to kill anybody, geck.” 
                               
She poked her fingers together sheepishly.”If…If you don’t let me help I’ll follow you until you do!” Perhaps her drive to assist him came from the fact that she wasn’t willing to be written off so quickly, but she wasn’t going about it in the most tactful way.

"Says the woman who stabbed me in the back!  Is that your way of saying hi?"

Earl took a step back when the other moved, clearly ready to sprint but still not willing to show his back again.  ”… What?”  He deadpanned at that.  ”What the bloody hell is wrong with you?  Really.  I don’t know and I’m hoping you’ll tell me.”

The last thing he wanted was for her to follow him to his own home or a friends.  ”Just how are you going to try and help me?”

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one-armed-canadian:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

one-armed-canadian:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 16:  Tackling them

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"What the bloody fuck is your problem!  Get off of me NOW!”

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"I’m sorry I thought you were playing capture the flag!" He scrambles off of him falling to his side soon after then scrambles to help the other up.

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"Does it look like I’m playing motherfuckin’ flag capture or whatever the fuck it is?"  Granted he was walking next to where they looked like they were playing the game but that was it.  He was walking.

Picking himself up, he tries to smack the other’s hand away before pausing.  He does take it after that moment of hesitation.

And pulls the bloke back down on the ground in retaliation.

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"Again I’m really sorry for doing that to you I’m just really excited…" He tried to explain, "It’s the first time they let me play in the group and-" He made a squeak like noise as he was pulled down, he tried to make sure that he didn’t land on the other again but he couldn’t stop the fact he was landing on his prosthetic. A snap was heard when he landed on the ground, "Ow ow ow….." He moved to look and see what happened to his fake arm only to find it bending the wrong way in his sleeve, "Well my arm’s broken." he sighed

"Ha!"  Earl grinned victoriously as the other lost his balance and fell to the ground.  However, the quick snap quickly wiped away any joy from such a victory.

"Oh bloody fuck, are you okay?"  Of course he wasn’t okay.  His arm was visibly bending in the wrong direction.  It didn’t sound like bone breaking but Earl was much too busy kneeling down next to the other to think on it.  "Do you need me to call an ambulance?!"

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ravenshadows08

ravenshadows08:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 49:  Singing karaoke well(-ish) 

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"Who… who would have guessed."

"Annoying? You fucking ass." She grinned giving him a small shove. "Fucker." 

She stuck out her tongue. “Yeahhh whatever.” She really couldn’t speak against that since there were times she liked to listen to one or two of their songs. That however didn’t mean she would ever openly admit to it. She gave another groan when Earl had made is choice. Her forehead dropping to the table. She stayed like that for a bit dreading the thought of singing that song on stage. She inhaled a sigh lifting up her head and reaching for her drink. She downed the rest of it before heading up towards the stage. She made sure to announce a dedication to her dear friend before promptly flipping him off.

"Am I wrong?"  Earl said with a smirk, giving Andrea the middle finger.

"Come now, it’s perfect.  Don’t sound like you hate my choice."  He couldn’t help but chuckle.  "Come on now.  I believe in you.  Bring back the American 90s."

Leaning on a hand, he watched in amusement as Andrea seemingly prepared for battle.  With a small wave, he watched her leave before giving a thumbs up to another table.  With her dedication, he merely lifted his glass in acknowledgement.  

((Goodnight all))

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prussianproblem

prussianproblem:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 5:  TW! Stabbing them in the back

"Oh."

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"Not again."

Then the screaming/pain/escaping begins.

"You were looking for a fight?  Then perhaps you should give the other a fighting chance.  Or even a bloody chance to accept it!"  Earl let out a quick snarl, solidifying the image her expression gave him.  "With a battle of wits, I could tear you asunder but you picked a battle in which I am completely unarmed for."

"If you wanted interesting, you would have gone into bar and picked a fight with a biker gang or something equally stupid.  But you didn’t.  You wanted easy and you got it."

Pulling his hand away from the wound, he glared at her.  ”Leave.”

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—  "L-Leave?”
                             
She sounded rather shocked. As if it wasn’t reasonable of him to be mad.
                           ”I only just got here! Are you saying you don’t want my awesome help with cleaning up the wound?” You’d think she would realize that she’d probably already done enough. But Julchen seems 
                                                                                                Determined.

"Did I stutter?  Or are you having a hard time trying to process such a simple request?  Leave.  More specifically, leave me."

"I don’t want you to touch me and hell if I’m going to turn my back to you once more.  Clean my wound?  Probably just going to finish the job you started."  Earl was equally determined to keep her away.  Perhaps he could find a friend who knew how to stitch things up.

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fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

fromthirteencolonies:

47) Hyped up on coffee and being annoying

What are you doing.

Then am I normal or am I weird?  Perhaps I’m only acting weird at this moment or I act normal at others.  Make up your mind.

…Important enough.  And I’ll have you know sweet only works when it’s baked.  When it’s to be sipped, it’s best bitter.

-Frowns lightly before throwing on another smile-  It probably is.  Then again, you normally only see me once in a while.  I just needed some air.  

Alright, alright, you’re only weird sometimes. There. I’ll stop calling you weird.

True. Still, it’s really strange seeing you like this. I mean, you’re smiling not smirking, you giggled, and honestly I didn’t think you had it in you. The power of coffee is amazing.

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Oh you can call me weird if you want.  Doesn’t really bother me.  I’ve been called much worse and I’m sure you’re not even using it as a proper insult.

I… giggled?  -It takes some effort to hold back another bought of what he would like to hope were chuckles behind his hand.  Might have failed a tad-  Like you’ve never seen a bloke do that before?  Have you looked in a mirror?  

The power of coffee is utterly amazing.  I wish it worked all the time.  Speaking of which… 

Do you have some I could have?

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lareinedelescoeurs:

lareinedelescoeurs:

|34. Between shoulder blades|

She could hear rain falling outside. Though she didn’t care for it, the sound from the inside soothed her and added to the feeling of quiet melancholy hanging over her and Arthur. Cecile lifted her forehead a little from his back to press a little kiss between his shoulder blades.
“You’re sure nothing is troubling you?”

"That you will." Cecile leaned against the door jamb, sleepy and a little mesmerized by the ridges of his spine that could be seen running down his back. ‘Beautiful’ was always the first word that came to mind, but she didn’t tell him that…not often, anyway.
"Busy?" She perked up a little at that. "Well, that all depends."

"Depends on what?"  Earl tilted his head slightly at her as he looked over his shoulder.  Ah, there they were.  Earl slipped on his pants and boxers, together for once, and gave up his shirt for a lost cause.  "I would just like to know what I have to work with."

He kissed her cheek before moving past to start setting up for breakfast.  He’ll clean up the bedroom later.

“LOOK AT YOUR FACE!”
ravenshadows08

ravenshadows08:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 49:  Singing karaoke well(-ish) 

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"Who… who would have guessed."

"No you really don’t. I’m usually the one offering." She gave another small chuckle. "I’ve never been one for the lime light, Earl. I just like to sing." She said with a shrug. Andrea waited patiently for Earl to select a song for her to sing for him though when she heard his request her arm dropped laying flat against the table. She fell back into her chair slumping a little in it. "Fucking really?" She groaned. "You’re trying to make me relive the 90’s aren’t you. Guhhh" She made a face. "Fine I’ll do it. But you owe me Kirkland." She wasn’t serious about the remark of compensation. It was more for the fact that she knew he was likely going to record her singing such embarrassing songs. 

"I know.  Gets annoying sometimes but what’s one going to do when people are kind?"  He gestured to the stage.  "Then sing up there.  You don’t care what others think so it’s a win win for everyone."

With a small smile, he scrolled through what looked to be N’Sync songs. “What’s wrong with that?  They have a few good ones.  Besides, you already know the words to it by the sound of your tone.”  He wasn’t going to really record anything tonight, especially since he wasn’t thinking about it.   “Bye bye bye.  That one.”

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fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

fromthirteencolonies:

47) Hyped up on coffee and being annoying

What are you doing.

Then you shouldn’t call me weird but call me normal.  At least normal for you.  I can be weird to others.  -Did that make sense?  It probably should have-

…  Might have and a bit of coffee to keep myself awake.  One cup or two.  -Or three or four.  Fighting sleep was hard and tiring work despite the fact he still felt jittery-  I could never eat that much sugar.  Sounds horribly disgusting.  Bitter is better as you already know.

Well then I’m only weird on special occasions.

You’re normally normal but today you’re weird. That’s why I called you weird.

…Yeah, you do seem more like the bitter type of person. So then a few cups of coffee and too much five hour energy. Not sure why you’re forcing yourself awake, but it must be important. 

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Riiiight. What’s the occasion? I think this is the first time I’ve seen you like this.

Then am I normal or am I weird?  Perhaps I’m only acting weird at this moment or I act normal at others.  Make up your mind.

…Important enough.  And I’ll have you know sweet only works when it’s baked.  When it’s to be sipped, it’s best bitter.

-Frowns lightly before throwing on another smile-  It probably is.  Then again, you normally only see me once in a while.  I just needed some air.  

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prussianproblem

prussianproblem:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 5:  TW! Stabbing them in the back

"Oh."

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"Not again."

Then the screaming/pain/escaping begins.

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"Cunt, you fucking stabbed me.  Oh… oh fuck me you’re one of those mad types!  Bloody insane and you try and act cool about it."

It didn’t feel blood was gushing out, but it was certainly deeper than a mere scratch.  A sewing kit would probably be needed for his skin and his shirt.  ”Does it look like I have a sign on my back that says stick cold steel into me?!  Why does everyone do this?!”

"At least have the fucking decency to shut your goddamn mouth."  Because continuing to insult the person who stabbed you is smart.

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—  “I was looking for a fight,” she said slowly, pale eyelashes fluttering before she reconnected her gaze with his.
                            “You don’t seem to put up much of a fight though. As they say, your bark is worse than your biteMein Gott, at least do something interesting.” She sounded awfully bored. Julchen had expected this to be a lot more fun. Her idea of fun was, of course,
                                                    rather skewed.

"You were looking for a fight?  Then perhaps you should give the other a fighting chance.  Or even a bloody chance to accept it!"  Earl let out a quick snarl, solidifying the image her expression gave him.  "With a battle of wits, I could tear you asunder but you picked a battle in which I am completely unarmed for."

"If you wanted interesting, you would have gone into bar and picked a fight with a biker gang or something equally stupid.  But you didn’t.  You wanted easy and you got it."

Pulling his hand away from the wound, he glared at her.  ”Leave.”

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earlgreywithcomplaints

fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

fromthirteencolonies:

47) Hyped up on coffee and being annoying

What are you doing.

Weird?  You’re calling me weird?  You?  Ha!  Hello pot, I’m kettle.  

Don’t try and act like you’re bloody above this.  You’re just pissed that I started being weird first.  -He giggles for a moment, stopping to only smirk at him-  Going to act mature until the next time we meet and then suddenly you’re stealing my tea for no reason.  

I never said I wasn’t weird. I’m always and forever weird. Not gonna deny that!

-oh god did he just giggle-

…Did you like eat an industrial sized container of sugar? Or did you just do the thing and drink one too many shots of five hour energy?

Also I only steal tea on special occasions.

Then you shouldn’t call me weird but call me normal.  At least normal for you.  I can be weird to others.  -Did that make sense?  It probably should have-

…  Might have and a bit of coffee to keep myself awake.  One cup or two.  -Or three or four.  Fighting sleep was hard and tiring work despite the fact he still felt jittery-  I could never eat that much sugar.  Sounds horribly disgusting.  Bitter is better as you already know.

Well then I’m only weird on special occasions.

“LOOK AT YOUR FACE!”
ravenshadows08

ravenshadows08:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

ravenshadows08:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 49:  Singing karaoke well(-ish) 

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"Who… who would have guessed."

She has been drinking a bit and they’re playing a few songs she knows by heart. The whole insecurities are gone with the liquid courage pumping in her veins. She’s not professional but she’s not bad either. “Come on, Earl. Don’t you know the words?” She gave him a nudge. 

"Hahaha… noooo."  Earl had also been drinking and though he could still probably walk home, he wasn’t as uptight as he normally was.  "I don’t sing.  Why not do another one for me?  I think several others might like to hear it as well."  He gestured with his head to a couple other tables where there were other groups drinking.  "Come on, you were not bad at all!"

She gave a small laugh. A large smile on her lips as she quirked an eyebrow at her friend. “For you huh?”  pfft. She blew out a puff of air, playfully rolling her eyes. “I don’t care if they want to hear. There are plenty of others they can listen too. Much better than me as well.”  She rested her chin on her hand still grinning as she pretended to think it over. “I guess I can do it for you. What song do you want to hear?”  

"I don’t ask for a lot of things."  Earl reminded her, hoping that this would be a good enough distraction.  "You never did care, but I think they might.  Why not show off a bit more?"  With a small hum, Earl took another sip, exaggerating his glance away as he tried to think of a song with words.  Something amusing.  "How about one of those boy band songs?"

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prussianproblem

prussianproblem:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 5:  TW! Stabbing them in the back

"Oh."

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"Not again."

Then the screaming/pain/escaping begins.

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"I’m so very sorry if my pain is annoying you, you fucking bastard!”  Earl can at least manage to reach the wound.  It’s not bleeding as much as the other times.  Shallow-ish perhaps.

"How about I return the favor.  You can very well show me how to walk it off!"  Should he call the cops?  Probably.

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 “Aw, c’mon. I barely scratched you.”  Her lithe fingers toy absently with the handle of her sword and she huffs.

                                    “Dummkopf. If it bothers you that much, don’t let your gaurd down. I could have easily done much worse.” Yes, because clearly it was his fault. 

"Cunt, you fucking stabbed me.  Oh… oh fuck me you’re one of those mad types!  Bloody insane and you try and act cool about it."

It didn’t feel blood was gushing out, but it was certainly deeper than a mere scratch.  A sewing kit would probably be needed for his skin and his shirt.  ”Does it look like I have a sign on my back that says stick cold steel into me?!  Why does everyone do this?!”

"At least have the fucking decency to shut your goddamn mouth."  Because continuing to insult the person who stabbed you is smart.

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lareinedelescoeurs:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

lareinedelescoeurs:

|34. Between shoulder blades|

She could hear rain falling outside. Though she didn’t care for it, the sound from the inside soothed her and added to the feeling of quiet melancholy hanging over her and Arthur. Cecile lifted her forehead a little from his back to press a little kiss between his shoulder blades.
“You’re sure nothing is troubling you?”

"I was thinking more along the lines of cereal with some eggs and toast on the side."  Milk an eggs?  What sort of crazy thing could one make with that?  Sounds silly.

"I can make an omelette if you want."  He knew how to do a simple one at least.

Cecile gave him a knowing look. “Points for trying, but I think I’ll cook if that’s alright with you.” He could make the toast, perhaps. That was fair, right?

"…  I should feel insulted now."  He threw on a false pout for her benefit before slipping off the bed and looking around for his pants.  His boxers wouldn’t hurt either.  "I’ll make the toast at least."  Like he usually did.

"Are you going to be busy today?"

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fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

fromthirteencolonies:

47) Hyped up on coffee and being annoying

What are you doing.

Nothing important.  Just testing my limits and seeing what happens after.  

-Smiiiiiles-  What do you think I’m doing?

Honestly? I have no idea what you’re doing.

Whatever it is, it’s weird.

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Weird?  You’re calling me weird?  You?  Ha!  Hello pot, I’m kettle.  

Don’t try and act like you’re bloody above this.  You’re just pissed that I started being weird first.  -He giggles for a moment, stopping to only smirk at him-  Going to act mature until the next time we meet and then suddenly you’re stealing my tea for no reason.