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Hi! So glad to see you back. Switching Gears is my comfort fic. Any chance you are planning for a sequel? And that it will stay exclusively Staubrey and Bechloe? I love Bella squared, but I love Aubrey and Stacie more and there are so few quality fics of them. On another note, obviously I loved your latest update.

Hello and thank you! I love that anything I write is considered a comfort fic for people, it gives me the warm fuzzies.

While I rarely say never, I can say the odds aren't good with this one. It was such a specific plot idea that barely stayed in it's starting lane for Staubrey. The side relationships weren't supposed to happen beyond a brief side Bechloe mention and then I almost went the Squared route anyway.

The only reason I'd write a follow up at this point would be to put the 4 of them together because they convinced me it was inevitable. But at this point that just lives in my head. I don't even have half a plot idea for that after all these years. Notes, yes, but that's it.

So I will most likely leave it as the stand alone Staubrey story it was meant to be even though it almost became something entirely different by the end.

The update was... both more and less difficult to write than I thought after 3 years, but I admit to being very nervous about posting after so long, so thank you for that too.

Hope you're having a wonderful start to your year, despite my utter lack of good news about Gears 2, lol.

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The “Master Post” Post

(Oneshots below moodboard.)

A Shared Lifetime (AKA the Nowish Universe)

On Spotify there is a carefully curated playlist of songs that are inspired by the movies and the relationships as I see them. (Some extreme artistic license taken with release dates if they’re used in a story.)

The preferred order is as written even with the jumping around of the timeline. See below for the chronological listing.

Candy Wars  - AO3   FFN   Tumblr - Established Bechloe, Side of Staubrey. Fluff. Pure fluff. Post retreat, pre-worlds.

Getting Even - AO3   FFN   Tumblr - Established Bechloe - Mature. Smut. Fluff

Nowish - AO3   FFN   Master Post on Tumblr - Bechloe. Staubrey. Bellas Squared/Stechlobree. Between PP2 and PP3. A story in which I created a life I fell in love with and convinced myself by accident that this could work. Let me try and convince you too.

They Had Time - AO3   FFN   Tumblr Master Post -  A Bechloe endgame rewrite of the first movie that literally no one asked for.

The Middle - AO3   FFN   Tumblr - Stechlobree/Bellas Squared - Fluff and Smut. Stacie gets bored.

Hood Night - AO3   FFN  Tumblr - Established Bechloe. Mature to Explicit. Fluff.

Bechloe’s First Official Christmas - AO3   FFN   Tumblr - Established Bechloe. Fluff and a hint of smut.

A Taste of Home - AO3   FFN   Tumblr - Mitchsen-centric fluff. Post Khaled signing and Beca’s first tour.

Can’t Help Falling - AO3   FFN  Tumblr - A Staubrey Interlude that takes place during Chapter 11 of time.

The Auditorium - AO3   FFN   Tumblr - Bechloe - Mature. Smut. Fluff.

A (Few) Day(s) in the Life - All the girls. Each chapter will be a standalone story. Definitely M/E.

AO3   FFN

Part 1 - Chaubrey -  Tumblr  - Chloe and Aubrey spend a lazy morning discussing the past and reaffirming their love.

Part 2 - Lingerie - Tumblr - Aubrey and Stacie go looking for the perfect outfit for a special occassion. 

Fic Teases can be read any time after ‘Nowish’ as they (mostly) take place between it and ‘A Taste of Home’.

Fic Teases for A Shared Lifetime

Small (ha) bits and pieces that haven’t found their way into a story… yet.

Still Falling - AO3  Tumblr -  Five glimpses into Stacie’s love for Aubrey. Or “Why Staubrey works in my world.” Takes place after the Worlds and before Nowish.

Waking Aubrey -  AO3   Tumblr - Staubrey Fic Tease for @aubrey-plaza​ 

Unknown Number - AO3  Tumblr: Part 1  Part 2 -  Random bits from a future PP3 redo. Note, I did post these backward, but they’re ‘in order’ on AO3.

Tattoos - AO3  Tumblr - Post USO, Aubrey makes a commitment.

The Reckoning - AO3   Tumblr - Post USO Bellas Reunion

Never Have I Ever - Tumblr - Not quite sure where this is gonna take place, before or after Nowish, but it amused me.

Freshman Year - 2011-2012

They Had Time

Can’t Help Falling

Sophomore Year - 2012-2013

Hood Night

Bechloe’s First Official Christmas

Getting Even

The Auditorium

Junior Year - 2013-2014

Senior Year - 2014-2015

Candy Wars

After Grad - 2015+

Nowish

The Middle

A (Few) Day(s) in the Life

A Taste of Home

(Moodboard by @agoddamnsupernova)

I should’ve added this picture over a ago - Thanks to @hburkett99​ for this amazing picture from Nowish.

Oneshots in the Pitch Universe

One Million Kisses - AO3   FFN    Tumblr   - Pure Mitchsen fluff

Joke’s On Us -  AO3   FFN   Tumblr - Mitchsen Fluff and Smut set post ICCAs with off page Chacie.

Other AU’s

Leap of Faith - AO3   FFN   Tumblr - Bechloe Neighbor AU. Fluff with a dash of Smut.

Third Times the Charm -  AO3   FFN   Tumblr   - Bechloe Week 2018. Bechloe meet at Disneyland. Side Staubrey because I can’t not. Also Emily/Benji because I love them.

Switching Gears -  AO3   FFN   Tumblr Master Post - Staubrey AU with a side of Bechloe, Chacie and Mitchsen.

Four Drinks I’m Wasted -   AO3   FFN   Tumblr -  Angst lite Staubrey standalone AU oneshot.

[cycwrites]

A (Few) Day(s) in the Life - Lingerie

A very overdue second chapter of random glimpses into the lives of my favorite girls.

This was meant to be a short, fade to black ficlet while I tried to remember how to do this words thing. Close enough.

Thank you to everyone who has ever left me a comment on AO3 (I owe so many responses over the last 3 years) or sent me a message on Tumblr, encouraging me to continue after all this time. I’m really hoping to finish a few things next year as I still owe everyone a Staubrey origin and cliffhanger reveal.

For @tiny-maus-boots and @kimmania. I honestly don’t know if I’d be here without your unending support and encouragement in life as well as writing.

And for Rylee, who somehow convinced-slash-hoodwinked me into thinking about the Mitchsen chapter, which in turn reminded me I needed to get this one done first.

Words: 3600ish (aka the 2nd shortest thing I've ever written.)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter 1 (and the whole Nowish Universe) on AO3

Master Post for Tumblr

And just because, the Spotify playlist that helped me write pretty much every Pitch story.

A Pitch Perfect Lifetime

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~S~

Wednesday, October 11th, 2017

“Is it dumb that I’m nervous?”

Stacie turned to look at Aubrey who very clearly was avoiding looking at her. Which meant she missed the loving smile that Stacie aimed her way.

“Bree.” Aubrey didn’t turn, merely slid another hanger to the side and intently looked at the clothing behind it, which was exactly the same style and color. “There is a list of things you are not, and dumb is definitely on it.” Stacie resumed going through the rack in front of her, deciding this was one of those times that Aubrey needed to pretend they weren’t having a discussion about whatever was bothering her. She knew they’d eventually get to the heart of it. “Were you nervous with Chloe?”

A pause. “No.” Another few seconds filled with the sounds of hangers sliding along metal racks. “Chloe is home.”

“Are you saying Beca’s less?” Stacie grinned even though they still weren’t looking at each other.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.” Very snooty, very amused but then a longer pause. “But my history with Beca is more…”

“Spicy?” Stacie looked over her shoulder and saw Aubrey’s beautiful smile in profile.

“I suppose that’s one way to put it,” Aubrey agreed wryly. “But that’s not quite what I meant.”

Stacie looked around them and lowered her voice even though there was no one else near them in the shop. “You guys have been alone before.”

“Not like this, no. Not since…” Aubrey’s voice was even quieter and Stacie had to strain a little to hear it. “You and or Chloe have always been in the house or within minutes of getting home.”

“Really?” Stacie turned and rested one elbow on the rack. “I’d have sworn…” She thought for a minute, watching Aubrey’s hands as they ran down lacy fabric. Their movements were graceful but precise. Controlled.

Chloe had a convention she wanted to attend the following week and it was Stacie’s turn to go with her, leaving Aubrey and Beca at home to hold down the fort. It was something they had done many times before, but it was the first time since beginning their new shared life together.

The nerves were making a kind of sense now, Stacie mused, reaching out to run her hand down Aubrey’s back before moving past her to another rack of lingerie. She didn’t know yet what exactly was going on in her beautiful wife’s head, but since Aubrey was at least dancing around the subject, it hopefully wouldn’t be too long before she could help work through it.

Briefly she wondered if Beca was nervous before deciding that of course she was. The two women were far more alike than either of them usually admitted to. In fact, she’d almost be willing to place a large sum of money that whatever was setting off Aubrey’s nerves was at least partially in Beca’s mind as well.

“Bree?” Stacie waited until Aubrey turned and held up a random negligee. “What about this one?”

“Hmm?” She turned, eyed it narrowly from top to bottom and pursed her lips before giving a single dismissive shake of her head “No.”

As she turned away, Stacie sighed and hung it back up before moving to stand next to Aubrey and flip through the same rack, though she wasn’t paying any attention to the clothing in front of them. “Are you turning your nose up at everything in every store we’ve stopped at today because you can’t find anything you think will make a good impression on the woman who already loves you?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Another precise sliding of hangers from right to left.

“You’re using your high voice, Bree.” Stacie nudged her gently with her elbow. “The denial tone doesn’t work on me anymore.” She’d used to think it was just haughty and dismissive – and okay, sometimes it was – but now she knew that it usually hid uncertainty and a need to look in control when Aubrey felt anything but. “You could wear the Bella uniform and she’d still think you’re one of the three hottest women she’s ever seen. She’d be dying to rip it off you.”

Aubrey snorted. “That last is true – mostly because of the PTSD it would cause.”

“Ooh, yeah. That’s probably true.” She waited a moment, trying to figure out the best way to help. “It’s true though. She loves you and when I asked if you wanted to pick up matching lingerie, I didn’t mean to make you think you needed to dress up.”

“No, I know.” Aubrey glanced at her from the corner of her eye. “And I know I don’t, but…” She bit her lip in a very Chloe manner that made Stacie smile. “I want to make it special.”

“The fact that you exist makes every day special, love.” She leaned over and kissed Aubrey’s cheek. “For all of us. What’s really going on?”

With a sigh, Aubrey finally turned to face her, sheepishly meeting her eyes. “I have a lot to make up for.”

“What do you mean?” Stacie’s brow furrowed.  

She wondered if there was something else she was missing, having obviously not realized that the two women had never been fully alone together before. Sure, she and Chloe hadn’t yet either – a circumstance they were happily changing next weekend as well – but that was more random luck than anything. She knew how they all felt, knew them better than herself some days, and it had never occurred to her that any of them would be hesitant. Not with how much they loved and trusted each other.

Then again, she reminded herself, they were only three months into their new phase of life. A fact that she found hard to accept since it felt like they had been together for years this way. Plus, Aubrey and Beca were built a little different. More prone to listen to their darker fears even knowing they shouldn’t. Not anymore. And now that Stacie was thinking about it that way, things started falling into place.

“I wasn’t nervous with Chloe because she’s been my home for years. But with Beca…” Aubrey continued, looking down and then back up through lowered brows. “I worry she… It’s just that, the first year I was so terrible.”

“Aubrey.” Stacie very much wanted to reach out and hold her but didn’t think it was the place even if it was the damn time. “You’re both so far past that –”

“Rationally I know that!” Aubrey raised her hands in frustration but kept her voice low. “Or tell myself I do.” She signed softly, shoulders slumping. “But does she know?”

It was said so plaintively that Stacie pulled her into a hug, potential audiences be damned. “Know what, love?”

“That she’s as necessary to my continued existence as you and Chloe.” Aubrey pressed her face into Stacie’s shoulder, the words muffled but the worry coming through loud and clear.

Stacie thought about the way Beca would sometimes watch Aubrey in their quiet moments – while one or the other was working quietly on a laptop on the couch; when Aubrey was taking pictures of her garden, trying out her artistic angles while sober – her eyes so filled with peace and love… Chloe had confided to Stacie that on at least one occasion she’d had to make up some excuse and leave the room because it had moved her to tears.

“Oh… I’m very certain she knows.” Stacie kissed the side of her head. “But I’m definitely behind Project Woo Her if that’s what you want. I will never say no to looking at all these sexy outfits and picturing you in them.” She leaned down and whispered in Aubrey’s ear. “And to imagine Beca slowly removing them from you.” There was nothing more beautiful in Stacie’s mind than the image of any of them being together.

With a laugh, Aubrey stepped back, her smile genuine and more than a touch wicked. “Don’t think you’re going wind me up and lure me into the dressing room, lover.”

Relieved at the teasing, Stacie lifted her chin at the challenge. “Don’t think I’m ever going to give up trying.” She turned Aubrey around and patted her on the ass. “Now, let’s find you something that’ll make Beca’s legs weak before you even lay one silken fingertip on her skin.” Aubrey flashed a wink over her shoulder and Stacie felt some of the tension drain from her. It was likely only temporary, but she’d just do her best to draw the rest of it out or, at the least, keep Aubrey distracted for the next week.

In part she supposed that’s why she had made the suggestion that they go shopping for the non-boring sleepwear that Beca said they should bring over. Both because she wanted to reaffirm, once again, that this was all okay and she was one million percent behind this amazing new life they were making as a foursome. But also, that she expected Aubrey and Beca to enjoy any and all of their moments alone just as Aubrey was encouraging Stacie to do with Chloe. Sure, it might be a little strange to just be two bodies instead of three or four, but they all knew each other inside and out – puns absolutely intended – and she couldn’t imagine it feeling awkward for any of them.

It certainly hadn’t phased Aubrey just a few weeks earlier when she and Chloe had finally realized what had been growing between them for years.

Then again, the rest of them didn’t have the contentious history that Beca and Aubrey did, and the last thing she wanted to do was dismiss Aubrey’s worries and make her feel worse about them. Maybe she’d just have to have a talk with Chloe to see if there was matching nerves and anxiety at the Beale-Mitchell household and see what they could do to help their partners relax. She smirked to herself as she continued that thought and realized that even if she and Chlo failed, once the other two were past the first few minutes they would help each other relax just fine. Repeatedly.

After a couple more minutes of perusing, holding up various outfits up to each other and dismissing them, Stacie pulled a white bustier and panty set and held them up. It was satin and lace, zipped down the center and it was solid with none of the peek-a-boo cutouts that she normally bought. Simple and yet it called to her to try it on.

“Hey Bree? I’m going to go try this one.”

“Oh?” Aubrey turned and Stacie held it behind her back. “Seriously?” She pouted and Stacie laughed.

“You’ll see soon enough.” The pout deepened and she relented. “I won’t make you wait until we’re home – you’ll get to decide if we buy it or not.”

“Oooh, I’m in charge today?” Aubrey’s eyebrows rose in delight.

“For now.” As Aubrey laughed behind her, Stacie made her way to the fitting rooms and found most of them unoccupied. Taking the one against the left wall, she locked the door behind her and quickly stripped, knowing that Aubrey would be drifting closer as she looked for the perfect outfit.

The straps over the shoulder were adjustable and fit comfortably and when she zipped the top closed, it wasn’t constrictive. The front of the bustier came down to points that would pair perfectly with nylons and garter straps if one were so inclined.

Each room had tri-fold mirror on one wall so shoppers could get a better idea of how everything looked from all angles and after a couple minutes of turning this way and that, Stacie decided she approved. She’d also decided that Aubrey would look utterly fucking delicious in this same outfit in black and definitely with nylons. Satisfied with how it fit her, she opened the door and found Aubrey only a little way away, holding up another bustier and panty set that was all silk, lace and almost matched the color of Chloe’s eyes.

“We’re definitely going to have to get that one for her,” Stacie said softly, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah?” Aubrey tilted her head as she eyed the outfit. “I think so too.” She finally turned her head and toward the dressing rooms. “I thi –” She stopped mid word, her eyes widening and her hands going slack, suddenly nerveless fingers losing their grip on the hanger and letting it fall to the ground, utterly forgotten.

It immediately brought to mind the night she’d proposed; Aubrey had reflexively dropped the rib that she’d been eating when Stacie had brought out the ring. It almost shamed her to admit it, but her ego purred under the immediate desire that lit Aubrey’s face, even as she marveled that this beautiful and complex woman was hers to love forever.

Then Aubrey was moving, a not-quite-casual swift power walk that bordered on a charge. Stacie was unprepared as her wife pushed her back into the fitting room, closing the door behind them. Stacie started laughing as Aubrey’s hands began to run over her hips and thighs; the amusement at the best reaction she had ever gotten in public from Aubrey filtering the slow building sizzle as the touches burned with serious intent.

“Bree?” The chuckles still bubbled up but they were followed quickly by the urge to moan as Aubrey’s fingertips dipped just under the edge of the panties and slid back and forth.

“Can you be quiet?” Aubrey’s lips were busy pressing kisses to her exposed upper chest and Stacie took an involuntary deep breath, lifting herself closer and it was Aubrey’s turn to chuckle against her skin.

“Me?” Stacie found herself in the unfamiliar position of having her mind short circuit and having to sprint to catch up with her normally restrained in public spouse. “You’re the loud one.”

Aubrey’s head snapped up, indignant. “I am not!” To her credit, it was whispered and not shouted like it usually was at home. The corner of her mouth twitched. “That’s Beca.” She slowly backed Stacie up until she was against the wall.

“Oh, right.” Stacie licked her lips as Aubrey’s hands resumed their wandering over her body. She flicked a look at the door and was grateful to see that even in her rush to get them in the room, Aubrey had locked it behind them. “You’re going to get us kicked out of here before we can buy these, aren’t you?”

“Not if we’re quiet.” She paused, just the slightest bit, giving Stacie the opportunity to stop things before they got too far.

As if.

“Well, I did say you’re in charge…”

With a familiar wicked glint in her eyes, Aubrey’s fingertips once again dipped under the edge of the panties but this time she pushed, her palms skimming down and taking the fabric with them until they fell to the floor. Her nails ran back up the outside of Stacie’s thighs and up her sides to trace the edge of the bustier, tickling as they barely grazed her skin. “God, you look amazing, Stacie.” She flattened her hands and ran them over Stacie’s breasts to her stomach, curving them around her ribs before retracing her steps. “You feel so good.”

It was unspoken that they would need to be quick as well as quiet. There had only been a handful of times that Stacie had been able to coax Aubrey into anything even half as risky and all of them had been at night and most with alcohol. She knew without being told that if she hadn’t come before Aubrey reached whatever timer she had going on in her head, Stacie would have to wait until they got home.

Aubrey’s fingers were on the zipper of the bustier and Stacie could tell she wanted to do it slow, teasingly, but they just didn’t have that sort of time. She pulled normally, as if this were any normal trying on of outfits, but the second Stacie’s breasts were free, her lips covered one nipple and sucked lightly.

Stacie’s head rebounded lightly off the wall as she jerked in pure reaction and she winced at the small thump, hoping it didn’t carry. She tried to say something, anything, to keep anyone from asking if she was okay, but even a simple “Oops” wouldn’t pass her lips when Aubrey’s hand slid down and cupped her center.

“I think that one looks great, Stace.” Aubrey’s voice was shockingly even for someone who’s lips brushed Stacie’s nipple as she spoke for the benefit of an audience that might not even exist. “Try the other one.” As if her middle finger wasn’t slightly stroking Stacie’s clit in all the right ways to make her whimper even though that was definitely not in today’s rules.

‘Let’s hear it for Posen control,’ she thought giddily, her legs parting to give Aubrey a little more room. But even as she really hoped Aubrey didn’t expect her to answer, she looked down and saw Aubrey’s eyebrow lift in challenge.

Goddamnit.

She licked lips suddenly gone dry and took a deep breath. “Sure, Bree.” She was rewarded by Aubrey’s mouth on her breast once more, tongue swirling to match the motions of her middle finger.

Stacie could already tell it wasn’t going to take long, the sheer fact of Aubrey – her unbelievably sexy but usually-proper-in-public wife – taking her in broad goddamned daylight, even if they were in a locked room, was enough to throw her halfway to orgasm; she could hear people talking in other rooms for fucks sake and Aubrey was still touching her and showing no signs of stopping.

With an ease brought about only by familiarity and deep trust, it didn’t take long for Aubrey to have Stacie wet and writhing against her. She swallowed the gasp as those long, skillful fingers filled her in a way guaranteed to reduce her to a trembling mess in their bed. Except she was plastered to a wall and had to lock her knees to keep herself upright as Aubrey took her in complete silence, their eyes locked together.

She would have thought it was the images of them in the mirrors that surrounded them that would have done it, but it was Aubrey’s gaze softening from wicked determination to sensual devotion – a distinction and emotion Stacie had never known before Aubrey – that pushed Stacie to the peak. She reached down with her hand and gripped Aubrey’s wrist, pulling up until Aubrey understood what she was after and thrust deep within, her palm tight to the curve of Stacie’s body; letting her set the pace and take what she needed. Her eyes closing involuntarily, Stacie rolled her hips, rising and falling, chasing her release until Aubrey leaned forward and raised ever so slightly on her tiptoes to whisper in Stacie’s ear.

“Come for me, mon Soleil.”

Her body surrendered instantaneously. She pulled harder on Aubrey’s wrist, her hips driving downward in rocking spasms as she rode Aubrey’s touch. Eventually her body slowed and she realized she had no idea how much time had gone by, though she was very aware she didn’t have enough time to sink into the blissful lassitude spreading through her muscles in the aftermath. They had to pull themselves together – or apart as the case may be – and clean up. There was also no way they were leaving without buying the garments that had been so gleefully stripped from her.

In several variations.

Leaning against the wall, she kept her eyes closed for another few moments, enjoying the languor before she had to hustle back into her clothes. Except she heard another zipper and looked around to find Aubrey digging into her purse one handed. She couldn’t help it; she started laughing as Aubrey pulled out a pack of wet wipes.

“Always prepared, aren’t you, love?” Just one of the legion of reasons she had fallen in love.

Despite the hint of rose in her cheeks, Aubrey handed over several. “Never know when they might come in handy.” In a lower aside, she half muttered, “Besides, it’s not like I’m going to go walking through the shop with you all over my hand.” A pause. “You’re definitely going to go pay and I’ll meet you in the car.”

Stacie merely smiled. “’Kay.”

It didn’t take long to clean themselves up and for Stacie to get dressed. When Aubrey left the room, power walking like a champ, Stacie took another moment to rearrange the outfit on the hanger and hopefully make it less obvious the room had been very occupied.

When she went back to the rack, she kept an unobtrusive eye on other shoppers but no one seemed to be paying any special attention to her. Deciding to stop worrying about it, she picked up the same outfit in black in Aubrey’s size, as well as a red outfit of similar design that caught her eye. It took only another moment to find the blue lingerie Aubrey had been holding and bring all four outfits up to the counter.

Finishing the transaction without the cashier giving her any sort of knowing look, she pushed her way through the door and out into the bright sun, wishing she’d brought her sunglasses with her. Lengthening her stride, she headed down the block to where they’d parked the car, anticipation singing through her veins like champagne. She couldn’t wait to get Aubrey home and in bed to return the gift she’d just been given…

And maybe later they’d invite Beca and Chloe over and see who was louder once and for all.

[cycwrites]

My therapist just told me my problem is that I need to write more fanfiction.

[cycwrites]

While I may need to reformat this cluster of a master post, I’d like to remind everyone that my bestie is an amazing writer and you should go read her stuff immediately.

A Maus Master Post

First, please do not like this post directly, go to the links below and give them the love. Reblogs are perfectly fine however.

Second, I’m only doing this because Maus would never take the time - plus if she knows where all her stuff is, she could just up and delete it one day. No one tell @tiny-maus-boots​ this is here.

Third: These are also all available on AO3 - this is just the tumbler posts.

Fourth: This is, mostly, just in the order in which they were posted, not in order of preference because I could never choose. (Though, as of the day this post is written, I’m in love with Darkest of Nights)

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Bella Strong - Aubrey steps aside to allow Chloe and Beca to figure things out and finds herself (and new love) again in the process.

1. Knowing   2. Of Course    3. Missing Her   4. Start with I’m Sorry

5. Amputee   6. War   7. Running Just As Fast As I Can

8. Secret Keeper   9. My Hero   10. Bella Strong

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A Million Different Ways - Bechloe - Beca can’t take the pain anymore but Chloe can’t just let her walk away.

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Soulmates -  Bellas Squared -  An AU in which everyone is born with a smudged birthmark. As you find your mate in life the smudge forms their name when you’ve made an impression on them. In this world Beca doesn’t realize she has any, let alone three.

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4  Part 5   Part 6  Part 7   Part 8a   Part 8b   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14

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Garters and Gunslingers

Wild West - Bechloe and Staubrey - Beca, Chloe, Aubrey and Stacie have pulled off the heist that will allow them to begin a new life. Only the law is closing in on them and theirs and they’ve got to come up with a plan to get the gold (and their asses) across the border. Or: Bechloe and Staubrey set in a Wild West AU because it just needed to happen.

Part 1   Part 2  Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14   Part 15   Part 16   Part 17   Part 18   Part 19   Part 20

Down South

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3

G&G Oneshots? We got ‘em!

Garters and Gunslingers -  Staubrey

Garters and Gunslingers - Bechloe  

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Always - Chaubrey - “I have something big to tell you but I don’t know how.” Angst warning.

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Dock Rats and Runaways - A tester chapter to a potential Pirate AU. (CYC Note: The HC’s I’ve seen for this are so good.)

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The Debt Collector - Staubrey -  It had started out small time. Just like any other bet she’d made book on before. (CYC Note: Otherwise known as TDC in a TPS (three piece suit) with BDE.)

Moodboard by @aubrey-plaza

1. The Debt Collector  2. The Queen  3. The Art of Negotiation

4. The Fool  5. The Knave  6. The Art of Renegotiation

Queen Of Hearts - WIP - Set 8 months after TDC, the girls wonder if they can bring their families together for the next step in their lives.

1. Full House   2. Queens High   3. Under the Gun   4. Playing Loose 

5. Ace High   6. Forced Bet   7. Ante Up   8. Bad Beat   9. The Angle

10. Stacked Deck   11. Ace in the Hole 12. Nosebleed 

13. Angle Shooting   14. Cold Deck   15. The Bluff   16. The Bump

17. Card Dead

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Darkest Of Nights - WIP - Vampire AU (CYC Note: The HC’s I’ve seen for this are amazing and I’d like more now please.)

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4    Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8

Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14   Part 15

Part 16   Part 17   Part 18

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The Howl - Supernatural Staubrey 

Moodboard by @aubrey-plaza

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7

Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13

Part 14   Part 15   Part 16   Part 17   Part 18

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Linchpin - A Staubrey collab endeavor with @aubrey-plaza

Trailer

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Better - Bechloe Oneshot for @kimmania

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Other AU HC’s

Surfer Chloe

Surfer Aubrey

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Lovecraft Country

Black Magic Woman - Ruby/Christina drabble

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Original Work

The AV Club

Evie’s going through a tough time - what with the unending nightmares about the end of the world and her crush on her friend Lirae - but she makes the most of her gift by chasing the supernatural with her group of friends, the AV Club.

Things are about to get weirder as she’s given some of her mom’s possessions and her whole world changes.

Master Post

[cycwrites]

I can't wait :) I hope it pleases you that there will always be someone (me) who secretly still thinks about your fics weekly and patiently waits for updates after all this time (genuinely no pressure though that's not my intent). I sound a little bit obsessive, and I might be.. sorry not sorry

It always sounds super fake, but I'm always surprised so many people say they still read them. Especially since I haven't posted anything for literal years - something that disturbs me greatly even while I actively avoid the act of writing despite thinking about my WIPs literally daily.

I don't understand me either.

No one could ever put more pressure on me than I put on myself, so you're very okay on that point, lol.

[cycwrites]

The insanity that went through me when I saw a post update >>>

This is the type of response everyone (probably not so) secretly hopes for and rarely gets, so thank you for soothing my insecurities and feeding the need - wait, that sounded dirtier than I intended.

Sorry it wasn't a longer bit. I'm trying to convince myself I can still string words together in a pleasing arrangement.

Hoping to have an actual Days in the Life chapter done Soonish™.

Except this time I really mean it!

Thanks again, it really does help.

[cycwrites]

Never Have I Ever - A Fic Tease

A/N - Honestly, I don't know what this is and I'm not sure if it'll go into a story at all or remain a Fic Tease for life.

This iteration of it is currently set 6 months before Nowish. Could change. Still not sure if i like it.

Oh, it's also fully unbeta'd, so none of this is @tiny-maus-boots fault.

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~A~

Saturday, September 24, 2016

“Never have I ever… had sex in the auditorium.”

Turning from Stacie’s wickedly pleased grin, Aubrey watched, absolutely fascinated, as Beca’s expression went perfectly still, her smile dropping away and taking all the color in her face with it.  Then Chloe gave a hum of pure satisfaction, taking a drink of her wine as Beca’s cheeks flared in a very impressive blush.

The four of them were celebrating Beca’s 23rd birthday – albeit a few days late. Aubrey had made Beca’s favorite dinner, Chloe had taken care of dessert and now they were lounging on the sectional couch in the Posen-Conrad living room.

Beca steadfastly refused to look at anyone as she drained the glass Stacie had just filled. Clearly pleased with herself, Stacie picked up the bottle and filled it again before settling back on the couch next to Aubrey.

“You did what in the auditorium?” Aubrey didn’t know if she was scandalized or amused. “That’s – you…” A mix of both, she decided, unable to stop smiling at Beca’s obvious discomfort. But really, the auditorium?

“Don’t give me the ‘It’s a sacred Bella space’ speech, Bree.” Beca rolled her eyes and looked up, ignoring the blush still high on her cheeks. “It’s just a room on a college campus with a bunch of horny young adults.”

Aubrey blinked – that had been exactly what she’d been about to say out of pure reflex, but it surprised her that Beca knew her well enough to anticipate it.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Becs.” Chloe bumped their shoulders together. “I’m sure countless generations have snuck in there for the same purpose.”

“Ew.” Beca’s face twisted. “Why would you say that?”

“You’re the one who said it, Beca.” Stacie topped off the rest of their glasses and shook the bottle. “Going to need another, I’ll be back.”

“Doesn’t mean I thought it through.” Beca shuddered as Stacie went into the kitchen. “Now I need a shower.”

“Need a hand?” Chloe blinked wide innocent blue eyes when Beca just arched a brow at her.

“Wait.” Aubrey looked over at her wife when she came back in the room. “How do you know about it and I don’t?”

“Chloe’s got great volume.” Stacie set the bottle on the table to let it breathe a little. Beca groaned and grabbed one of the throw pillows and tried to smother herself. To Aubrey’s shock, even Chloe started to blush through her grin. “I happened to be outside.”

“Pure chance. Mmhmm, right.” Aubrey looked at the three of them. “There’s more to this story, isn’t there?”

“No!” Beca’s yell was muffled from behind the pillow. “I am not drunk enough for this conversation.” She let the pillow fall to her lap. “I will never be drunk enough for this conversation.”

It was a testimony to how much she trusted the other three that not once did Aubrey become worried that she wasn’t in on the joke. While Past Aubrey and her insecurities weren’t entirely gone, she trusted the women in this room with her life and knew they would never keep anything from her with any malicious intent.

Besides, she knew eventually one of them would spill the details, they always did.

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This definitely came about purely from "You did what in the auditorium?!" popping into my head yesterday before bed. Not quite the direction I saw it going once I had it down, but thought I'd throw it out anyway.

[cycwrites]

It is a painful truth that actually none of my fics are abandoned, no, not even the ones that haven’t updated in five years. I still know exactly what happens next, and after that, and so on. They’re not abandoned; they’re right here, haunting me, characters climbing up my pants like kittens nagging for dinner.

[cycwrites]

So, unrelated to the 'ask me' post on the main blog, this has happened today. It's almsot done, just a few more pages OR I just fade to black, but then will be the inevitable rewrites and then the beta... But, yeah. That's a short thing that's happening, I guess

[cycwrites]

That. Is. Amazing.

They 10000% need a bigger house to get this upgraded version.

I love this photo and I love The Expanse has taken on a life of its own and lives beyond my brain.

But I have to give full credit to @tiny-maus-boots for coming up with the name after showing her the bed Beca insisted on having. I then ran with it because it was brilliant.

@cycwrites The Expanse, as seen in the wild.

#nowish

[cycwrites]

Continuously hoping and putting good vibes out there for you cuz your writing is absolutely amazing and I need more of it in my life, everyone needs more of it . I'm in love with your nowish universe and I'm impatiently waiting for more . Love you darlin have a wonderful day

Thank you!

I kind of feel the same way too but sitting down and making the words isn’t something that my brain has wanted to do for longer than I’m comfortable with.

I haven’t given up and do hope to continue their story because I still have stories to tell about the past present and future.

[cycwrites]

First, do not get too excited. This could just be temporary insanity and I’ll go back to being afraid of never doing it again. (Would that be like, the rush before the end?)

But for the first time since Thanksgiving 2020, I put new words to paper instead of revising something already written.

It’s not a lot. Its less than a thousand words on the one minute scene where they’re going through hate mail.

But it’s 825 words on chapter 3 I didn’t have 2 hours ago.

The anxiety I felt making the decision to do more than just open the blank document was way more than I thought it’d be.

I honestly don’t know when I’ll be done. And I won’t be putting anything more than the first WIP chapter I’ve already posted, until it’s finished.

But I figured I owed you all a mini update and now it’s more than just “I’ve been thinking of writing but haven’t done it yet. Getting closer. I think.” Of course now it’s “i hope I don’t crawl back under my covers.”

Thanks to everyone who has continued to cheer me on and refuse to believe me when I’d say I worry I would not be able to write again.

The support here, comments on AO3 and direct messages has meant the world and I am so glad my words have brought so many of you enjoyment. (I did in fact drop straight to the gutter after writing that. You’re welcome.)

Sharing this world - seriously though, can one multiverse their own AU? - with you has been amazing and I definitely have more stories to tell if I can just… pull them out of my head.

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

[cycwrites]

Beca Mitchell.

Probably.

[cycwrites]

Thank you for trusting me and sharing that, Anon, and I’m sorry you went through it. No one deserves that kind of treatment and I hope things are going better now.

I may be an emotion filled Pisces who pretends to be otherwise, but... I’m a lot more careful than I used to be but I very much appreciate you looking out for me.

[cycwrites]

To the anon who just sent me the cautionary message, I’d be interested in some more context for a better informed opinion.

Otherwise it’s too much like blind X vs Y cliquey internet drama and I am way - way - too old for that. It makes me sad and tired.

[cycwrites]

you are my favorite writer. That is all.

You are an amazing writer and friend.