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mirrorforevers · 4 years ago

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here, there, and everywhere • graham coxon/reader

this fic is based on two prompts y'all sent me:

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this fic really tested all of my blur knowledge holy Fuck. blur as talking heads au i guess. how cool would it be if they

1. had a girl bassist instead of the cheese tory dude

2. werent as unhappy as they were in the mid 90s (just a bit)

3. were just a little 🤏🏻 bit more female friendly lets just pretend this is a universe where the blurjob passes didnt exist heh

it took me everything i had to make this sound as realistic as it could be. u know these girls who think they could fix patrick bateman or don draper? perhaps y’all could fix blur

consider this a gift n not only me writing for your prompt, @nottuned! thank u so much for all your support n encouragement n for always bein so sweet 🥺 i hope u enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

let’s see how many references to unfortunate britpop moments y’all can find in this

also i hope i captured the silliness of the gossip and drama in that era well. if you enjoyed it, please leave an ask telling me more! ur feedback is rly important to me 😔✊🏻

tw (?) reader has shitty parents

word count: 7.938 (this one's quite long!)

smut. set in the 90s. au.

You were unlocking your door when you heard your house phone ring. The shrill sound echoed through the empty corridors as you hurriedly unwrapped your scarf, tossing your keys and backpack on nearby furniture as you ran to answer the call.

“Hello?” You answer, panting.

“Y/N?”

“Dave?” You smile, that call was a very welcome surprise. Your friend owed you an answer.

A few weeks ago, Dave Rowntree, your music classmate who became a close friend, told you that he had teamed up with two other proficient musicians to form a band. Dave was ecstatic, and every day he had new stories about his new friends to tell you between breakfasts and lunches that you shared between the countless hours of rehearsals. Even though you weren't part of the group, you already felt that you knew Damon and Graham like the back of your hand. Yin and Yang. One was expansive, ambitious, vain, impulsive. The other, shy, introspective, anxious and careful.

Damon Albarn wanted to be an actor, Graham Coxon had a firm foot in the visual arts. One was a fan of grand classical compositions, the other was a Beatles fan. They had been friends since they were children, in a seemingly unbreakable bond. Damon dropped out of his theater class not only because out of a sudden he had found a bigger calling in music instead of acting, but also because he couldn't stand being away from his best friend for so long. You found yourself often imagining their faces and voices while trying to make all of the wild and endearingly funny stories Dave told you more tangible in your head.

It was not long before Dave started dropping little hints that they needed someone else for their project. “It’s not that Graham isn’t good at bass,” he’d say, “but we could do better.” It wasn't at the top of your plans to be part of a band right now, especially as you were preparing intensely to join the Royal Academy of Music, and he knew it. When you mentioned the conversations you had with Dave about the boys on your family dinner, in quiet wonder and timid want of being part of something really exciting, your parents wrinkled their noses. Focus on the greater things, they’d say. Don’t let these boys distract you from your goal.

Our goal, they meant to say. Since you were born, you never knew if the things you wanted were really your will or theirs.

But anyway.

That dynamic went on for a while, until the day Dave invited you to audition for them while you shared a Diet Coke in the tube home.

“Will it take too much of my time?” You asked, coyly.

“Bold of you to assume we’ll let you in that quickly.” He chuckles, amused by your confidence. You playfully elbow him in return. He knew how good you were at what you did, though, and there’s lightness in his tone when he continues, “But no, unless you let it. You’ll probably have to stand up to Damon every once in a while.” He sips the drink, handing it over to you.

“What about Graham? How much is he determined to make it big?”

“Damon’s the one who wants it the most. Graham’s studying Fine Arts at Goldsmiths, so. There’s still cautiousness in him.”

“Huh. Okay then.” You reply, thoughts running wild. “Do we have a time and date?”

“Is tomorrow ok to you?”

“Sure. After our class?”

“Perfect.” The train reaches his station. He ruffles your hair: “See you tomorrow then.”

“See you.”

You don’t tell anything about it to your parents, you just warn them that you’ll arrive a bit later than usual. Dave’s intel was crucial to your choice of songs: knowing Graham was the beatlemaniac and also the rational brake to Damon’s tireless ambition, you knew who to please and have as an ally, so you build an innovative and fresh mashup of Paul McCartney’s greatest basslines to play for them. Of course it could backfire, but you didn’t care. You had a hell of a good ear anyway and if Damon wanted you to play anything out of the blue, you would improvise beautifully over it.

The day comes. You didn’t know why you were that nervous for an amateur audition. You weren’t even sure if it was the right path to follow, given that, depending on how focused Damon really was and how contagious his aspiration was, being part of a band could really take you out of your predestinated course. The reason why you were so nervous, now thinking a little more about it, may be because deep inside, you want your path to be a little less predictable. You didn’t want to fill your heart with hopes that you might make it big and travel all over the world because you didn’t even know them. But… what if it clicks? You knew some people in the scene whose work was getting seriously recognized out there.

Meeting them for the first time was an enigmatic experience. Damon was incredibly brash and cocky - not the first theater kid you’ve met in your life. Graham was way more approachable, though also a bit conceited when pushed just right. You wondered if you’d fit in that boys’ club, and decided you wouldn’t be an easy target for discredit or any kind of shit they might give you. “Took me a while to fully get their trust. You’ll do just fine”, Dave said, out of their earshot.

That gave you more fuel to play amazingly well. Damon definitely wasn’t one to be impressed quickly, but he was, when you finished your set. So was Graham - Graham was starry eyed with your performance, actually. Albarn showed you a song and asked you if you could improvise to it, just as you imagined. Of course you could, on the first play. You even suggested some adjustments to its structure. Your feedback was welcomed and noted.

Even though everything went surprisingly well, you still weren't sure if you would be a member of “Seymour”, as they called themselves. (You knew it wasn’t the best name, but you didn’t have a better suggestion at the time so you’ve kept your opinion to yourself.) Graham became eerily quiet out of a sudden and wouldn’t cross eyes with you the entire time you were there. Damon, well, was Damon. Perhaps he thought you were too ordinary and mainstream for deciding to play Beatles when he’s trying to be the new avant-garde Jesus.

But Dave's news was different than you expected. “They really, really enjoyed your audition. As I thought they would.” You can hear the smile in his voice. "When can you rehearse with us?"

Months after, on your first gig as a fully formed and integrated band, Damon was hit in the face by a guy twice his size, Graham vomited onstage and you and Dave had to take care of both. A beautiful way to close the already exquisite day you had, after you fought with your parents, got kicked out of your childhood home and gave up on entering the Royal Academy of Music two days after you received your acceptance letter featuring rave reviews of your entrance exam.

Dealing with these boys - no, grown-ass men - was hard, but not completely unpleasant. If it were totally unpleasant, you wouldn’t give up on your entire life to embark on such an adventure.

You - plural you - were so gifted and Damon’s compositions were so good. You could see that artsy pretentious mess of an act going somewhere. Of course, you were a bit lost in your life, but so were they, as you ran from city to city meeting new people and trying new things in your journey to fame.

Loneliness, once a close friend, became a distant acquaintance. One you didn’t know anymore.

You confess you were getting worried, though, with how much money you had left on your savings and how much you were spending lately now that your parents weren’t an active part of your life. Wanting to eat something you cannot dream of buying without that money being really useful in a much more critical situation, not having nearly enough money to replace something important that broke or got torn off was frustrating. Some basic things became luxuries out of a sudden.

One day in particular, you very briefly mentioned that you were dying to eat a slice of chocolate cake, but your voice was so small and everyone was so immersed in their duties you thought no one gave two shits to what you said. Two days later, Graham arrived late at rehearsal with a small chocolate cake in his hands, handing it over to you like it was a completely ordinary act. Nothing in the way he acted told you he expected a reward, it was so natural and… gentle. You knew no one in your band could buy a chocolate cake without it being apocalyptic to their personal finances during that time.

That day, you were assured by fate that feeling lost together was better than feeling guided alone.

The band finally got on track - strictly musically speaking. Personally speaking, many contemporaries who followed you at parties and other events described you as an ever-growing odd, annoying and intermittently disarming bunch - and Blur and its members became household names, at least in the UK. It became harder and harder everyday to impose yourself as an entire industry and its target public aimed to tear you down. Men couldn’t understand.

(Graham Coxon was the one who tried the hardest to.)

It was four in the morning. You’ve got used to following your bandmates to hospitals, running away from trouble or knowing when to relish in it. But it was the first time you offered yourself to clean up dried blood from one’s face, given how much you hated seeing the fluid and even fainted when younger whenever exposed to it.

You, so delicately, wipe the saline solution-soaked cotton across Graham’s face, who flinches at the cold sensation on his still sensitive skin. He stares at you with the eyes of a child, and you couldn’t help but give him a slight, warm smile in return, which he retributes. Your face conveyed gratitude and affection towards the one you were taking care of. Your hands still struggled to stay completely still after the surge of adrenaline your body received a few hours ago.

Being the only girl in a massive band, and one the music magazines and mainstream media loved sexualizing, meant having paparazzis in your window in odd hours (not that that’s acceptable in any hour, but you had to lower your standards even more these days), meant having different photographers trying to pressure you to get into all kinds of uncomfortable angles with skimpy-ass dresses and just count on the intervention of your fellow bandmates so they would stop, also having invasive male fans who would try to harass you in any way they could.

Of course the day where one of your bandmates would get into a fist fight with one of these men inserted into these categories would come. And even though they were all protective of you, each in their own peculiar, increasingly contradictory way, Graham’s dedication to it was sometimes commendable.

You were making your way through a small corridor of people on your way to the stage when a random guy cupped one of your breasts. It’s not like the venue was incredibly tight, it could not have been on accident and it made your blood boil. You turned around to scream at him, and Graham, who was just behind you, threw a punch directly towards the man’s face, without thinking twice.

And oh boy, took a lot of people and a sweet amount of time to separate the two after that.

After all was said and done, Graham had a few scratches, a black eye and a cut brow. He kept dodging your many “sorrys”, “you didn’t have to do this” and other expressions of guilt. “You have nothing to be sorry about, he deserved it”, he kept assuring you, like a mantra, just giving in to your pleas when you supplicated to take care of his wounds during intermission and after the show.

“I get why you did what you did, Gra. I hate that you took such a risk because of me, but I understand.” you say, voice cracking from not using it for a while after spending some good minutes in complete silence taking care of him. “However,” you soak another cotton ball in the saline solution a roadie got you, punctuating the word with a squeeze to the cotton to remove excess liquid. “I was worried sick about you. What if he… had a knife or something? You could’ve got seriously injured. Or killed.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m perfectly able to have a good fight,” after wincing from the contact of the cold wet cotton with his dried blood, he purses his lips in a forced, shy smile, trying to light up the mood. He notices your hands are still shaking from the adrenaline, and takes one of them in his bigger ones, trying to calm you down. The fact that he did this for you, coupled with the fear and how tired you felt of having to go through that kind of situation once again, made you cry-laugh from how overwhelmed you felt.

His expression changes to one of pure compassion in an instant. “Hey, don’t--oh my,” he gets up from his chair to embrace you as you pour your frustrations through fat tears running down his shoulder.

“It’s so exhausting,” you mumble, through sobs. “Now I’m putting you in danger too. I feel like I did and I’m still doing everything wrong. I should be the one giving you a shoulder to cry on.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong! Anything at all, I promise you,” he says, tenderly, running his hands through your hair, still holding you tight. “It was his fault! I decided it was the right thing to do. You’re worth the risk. What people have been putting you through is unacceptable.”

“I’m not worth the risk!” You break apart from his arms, trying to get your point across. “What would I do without you if someone killed you? You need to be more careful!”

The silence hangs heavy between you two thanks to the weight of your words.

“You should’ve asked me before you lunged at him, at least. I don’t know.” You wipe your many tears as you move towards the nearest bottle of water to try to calm yourself down. “It’ll never end. I’m so afraid that these situations will get even worse. That,” you motion at his wounds and dirty clothes, “is a bloody tragedy. It’s a tragedy things escalated to this point. You can’t do that forever.”

“This is just a consequence. And something I would do for you in a heartbeat whenever necessary.”

“Graham, I don’t want you to get hurt because--”

“They hurt you. I won’t let you go through that alone. Besides,” he comes closer to you again. “As I already told you, I can take care of myself, most of the time.” He takes your face in his hands, his fingers so delicately running across your cheeks to dry your tears. You knew that gesture wasn’t his way of asking you for anything you weren’t ready to give him yet. He just wanted you to feel safe. “And I want to take care of you.”

“I’m the one cleaning your wounds.”

“A great partnership, I think.” Coxon chuckles softly, and finally gets a smile out of you. As he always does. “And they make me look cool, don’t you think?”

“Shut up.” You giggle, still feeling too emotional to return to the stage. You sigh: “Thank you for being there for me. You know I’m still not very used to it. Just please be safe.”

The roadie returns, a little flustered by interrupting your little moment together. “5 minutes and you’re back, guys.”

“Okay!” You both turn to answer her.

“I’ll be. No need to thank me for anything, Y/N.” He answers, giving your forehead a little kiss. “Let’s go.”

“Give me two minutes. I’ll be right behind you.”

“What’s it like, being the only woman in the band?”

Four eyerolls at once don’t seem to faze the interviewer. She waits for your response.

Apparently the thousand invasive questions regarding Damon’s love life and the same bullshit treatment of women as either rare specimen or sex dolls is what pleases the audience of music TV shows these days.

“What do you think?” is what you say.

“Must be a thrill to have these beautiful boys around you all the time. And we’ve heard you never even took advantage of it!”

You don’t like where this is heading. “Is that… a bad thing? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Perhaps some of our lady viewers might think it is. No judgement though!” She raises her hands. “You do you, it’s just that it’s quite unexpected to see prudes in non-Christian bands. I mean… from what we’ve heard.”

“I’m sorry? What are you trying to say? What did you hear?”

Her tongue clicks while she stares at you with defiance and mischief on her eyes, as she goes a little further and raises her voice so it can overlay yours. “Oh love. You do know what I’m talking about. There’s no need to be ashamed of being a virgin.”

Your cheek burns intensely and the only thing you wished for was for the ground to swallow you whole. Dave and Graham are especially uncomfortable. Damon’s a bit amused. The three knew almost everything there was to know about you. The one topic that surprisingly they didn’t know about is that you’re still a virgin.

They know you’ve been single for a long time. They know that’s part of what draws so much attention and twisted lore regarding you and your past, but that’s not something they felt they needed to know about you at all, and you truly never felt the need to comment about that with any of them, and they haven’t asked. Not even Mr. “the way to be successful in this game is to make all the boys wanna be you and all the girls wanna sleep with you. In your case that’d work in reverse” Damon Albarn.

“Is that even something that should be discussed in an interview about our music? Is that what your boss told you to ask her about?” Dave answers, his tone venomous.

“Musicians are way more than just music. You’re entertainment in every sense of the word.”

“Who told you that about me?” You asked, not sure if you want to know the answer.

“A lovely elderly lady who lives in Elgin Crescent. She knows you so well.”

That’s your mum. That’s how far low your relationship has degraded. You’re not surprised. That doesn’t feel less like a punch on your gut, but you don’t feel like tumbling again. Not today.

“I know who you’re talking about. Tell her I asked her to go fuck herself and burn in hell. In that order.”

“But that’s your--”

“Yes, she is my mum!” If people are going to expose you anyway, then why don’t you do it on your terms? “We’re truly entertainment in every sense of the word, aren’t we. Not everyone’s mum’s a cunt. Some of us aren’t that lucky.”

“You want to be the next Gallagher sister with the spicy remarks?”

“Not sure. But I do want to be the last person you ever get to interview.”

The management of the band wasn’t at all surprised your interview became UK’s topic of the week. People were heavily divided between family is family and we shouldn’t hate our relatives and blood isn’t everything, family can be shitty too. Your bandmates were proud of you. The management was angry but tried to understand, and didn’t press you for further explanations. They suggested a two-week break from everything so Blur could rest their image and start a fresh cycle after that, and you gracefully accepted it.

The whole thing seemed so ridiculous the more you thought about it. Did your mum tell the reporter about that gratuitously? What was their conversation like? How did that even happen?

You became the butt of jokes in some places. You saw other famous people doing challenges between them, countdowns, all sorts of crude remarks. What a pathetic, sad chapter of your career.

You dial Graham, and you feel like your heart was about to burst out of your chest.

“Hey, Gra. It’s me.”

“Hey, Y/N.” He sounds pleasantly surprised. “How's it going?”

“Better, I guess. I have to take my mind off all that chaos though. Are you available right now?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been owing me a movie night for quite a while now and I miss spending time with you. Wanna come over?”

“Aww. Sure, I--um. Do you want me to bring anything?”

“I’m pretty sure I got everything we need here--ah… I think I don’t have any more beers.”

“I’ll buy some then. See ya in a few minutes.”

Actually, you couldn’t take all that chaos off your mind because that was the only thing in it. You’re feeling so nervous.

The main reasons sex wasn’t a priority for you until now were:

You didn’t have any real opportunities of losing your virginity in your teens. You were impossibly introspective until, like, 3, 4 years ago, and the way your family worked hasn’t really allowed you to get really close to people. Be it boyfriends, girlfriends or just friends. Anything that threatened to take time off the various tasks and classes your parents assigned to you just couldn’t be part of your life. To be honest, you still struggled a bit to form meaningful connections with people thanks to how you grew up.

The moment you stopped being shy, you noticed it was a real man’s world out there, especially in music, classical or not. You didn’t want anyone to think you fucked your way up to the top, you didn’t want any messy affairs. Also, you had yourself, and you didn’t get all of the hype regarding the concept of screwing someone. But apparently there’s a lot you’ve been missing, given the importance people seem to give to it. After that incident, even though you swore to yourself you wouldn’t give in to any kind of misogynistic pressure, that was one that really got under your skin.

You never really found someone who you felt 100% safe with in that sense until the one who’s about to arrive at your house appeared in your life. Bloody hell, and you don’t even have anything romantic going on. By the time you were a Blur member, you’ve fooled around a bit, but not all the way. You knew how to kiss, knew how to touch yourself and even brought manual satisfaction to some random fool you thought you were into one time. But perhaps this is the time to go all the way. Why not? Everyone knew how close you two were. He made you feel special. He was so kind. And gorgeous. And--

You hear a knock on your door. It’s him. Beers in hand, hair somewhat in place, twitchy as ever.

He comes inside and you feel like your legs will give up anytime. It was not the first time he visited you. It was one of many, actually, and he noticed you were acting… different.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asks after a brief dialogue between you two, after plating some snacks for both of you.

“Graham...” You sigh, being really careful with your words. “What is your perception of me?”

“My perception of you?” He smiles. “I… think you’re great. You’re fun to be around. You’re one of the best musicians I know, if not the best. Why are you asking me that?”

“N-nothing. It’s nothing. Also, I asked the wrong question. What was your first perception of me?”

“Uh… the day of your audition?”

“Exactly. You barely talked to me that day.”

His eyes lower to his own feet. “I was really timid, actually. I wasn’t used to being near any girl, especially one who… w-would spend so much time around me if everything went well.”

You giggle. “I thought you hated me.”

“Never!” his smile turns into a full blown laughter. You melt at his confession. “Also because it seemed like you were trying to read my mind or something.”

“Of course! Because I thought you hated me!” Now that was a laughter you two shared. You do a voice: “‘Why is that pesky girl trying to get in my band?’”

“My goodness, no! I don’t even sound like that - you know what, I changed my mind. You suck. Because, besides the fact you don’t even know what I sound like, you still haven’t told me why you are asking me that in the first place.”

You couldn’t help but notice how he slightly cornered you physically in one of the kitchen corridors. Graham could be really persuasive when he wanted to.

“Okay. Right. Um. I’ve been thinking about some stuff.”

“What, exactly?”

“Everything that happened this month. The great virginity debacle,” you roll your eyes, and he scoffs.

“You don’t own anyone any information about what you do or don't do with your life. Everyone’s being so invasive. That was incredibly childish of the reporter to do, and we talked about that hundreds of times.”

“Yeah, but… you know what, forget it.”

“Tell me, Y/N. I just said that because I want you to know you were not in the wrong.”

“I know. It’s just… I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s silly for me to… keep closing myself for affection. Any kind of affection.”

“What are you talking about?” His brows furrowed in curiosity.

“I’m not sure if it’s the pressure that finally got under my skin, but… I’m willing to learn what all the fuss is about. Maybe it’s silly that I’m still a virgin.”

He bites his lips, still processing what you just said, expression unreadable. Perhaps you’ve treaded a ground you shouldn’t. You step back both literally and figuratively. “I’m sorry I even brought that up--”

“No, no, don’t be.” He assures you. “I’m just… surprised, that’s all. I swear.”

“And...” You know what. You already went too far, so why not go all the way. You’ve already gone way past the point of no return. “I was wondering if… you would… popmycherry?”

His eyes widen, yours still closed. When you finally open them, he’s closer to you again.

If his head was a machine, you’re sure it would be releasing lots of steam and shaking due to overprocessing. You felt like you just ruined everything.

“Y/N, you don’t need to do it if you don’t really want to.”

“But I want it! At first I thought I didn’t, but then I thought...”

“I don’t want to be part of that if you’re just doing it to fulfill weird expectations.”

“But it’s not that. Not just... that. I asked about your perception of me because I really like you, Gra. I think we should be more than friends and I wanted to know what you think about me. And I want to know what the fuss is about, yes, but I’m not telling you that just so I can lose my virginity to prove some point. I’m telling you that because I like you, I want to kiss you, and I think it would be a great idea if you showed me what it’s like. Y-you know, sex.”

“I-I can’t believe it. Did you even have any movie in mind?” His smile’s back, but you’re still not confident about what his answer will be.

“I didn’t. I’m sorry. You don’t have to--”

He sighs. “I was in love with you the moment I first saw you, actually.” He says it like he’s releasing a huge load out of his back, his arms crossed. Now your eyes widen, and you hold your breath without even noticing. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured. I know how you feel, or, felt about relationships, so… there wasn’t any reason for me to tell you that. And what I said about being timid was just half of the truth.”

“Huh?”

“I also was really intimidated by how pretty you looked. You can’t imagine how.”

“No way.”

“It’s true. I felt like I wasn’t even worthy of looking at you, really.”

“You’re joking. That’s mean, Gra.”

“I’m not. I’m really not.” He doesn’t look like he is joking. He looks relieved. “I’m really not. That’s why I’m so surprised by your request.”

“I’m nothing special.”

“You are everything to me. But I can’t accept your offer, not now.”

“Are you… seeing someone? Am I too late?”

“No. Definitely not. I just want you to be sure you’re not doing it because people are saying you should.”

“Graham, I’m a grown woman.”

“I know.”

Graham carefully presses his slightly chapped lips to yours, kissing you for a few precious, heart stopping seconds before pulling away; his voice is impossibly silky when he suggests, “Let’s watch a movie. How about The Godfather? I heard it’s airing tonight. Then, if in two weeks you don’t change your mind, tell me and I’ll be glad to help you with what you want. Do we have a deal?”

“That’s so unfair. I want you so bad.” You whisper.

“Tell me if you still do in two weeks.”

You sigh, defeated. “...Deal.”

You definitely notice the subtle shift in Graham’s personality and actions after that fateful night. If you were already close, both figuratively and literally, it now seemed like he would use any excuse to always touch you, be near you, sometimes tease you. The shift was subtle, though, don’t forget it’s still Graham Coxon we’re talking about - the constant “is it okay if”s or “is it alright if I”s were still there, as careful as ever. You don’t even talk about your deal that entire time, or even kiss again - sometimes you wondered if it was even real or just a fabrication of your mind.

The way he now caressed your hand discreetly when you listened to Damon’s ramblings, the way his hands now went directly to your waist when your games became too handsy, the way he seemed to be madly in love with everything you were and still are from the start - made you realize you were ready for this man to be a consistent part of your life.

The dust of the controversy was settled, and your own intentions were 100% clear to you now. The societal pressure has waned. The need for Graham to be your first persisted. After exactly 2 weeks have passed, you call him again, yearning to share the answer with him.

One beep.

Two beeps.

Three beeps.

Four beeps. “Hello?”

You release a sigh hidden deep inside of your lungs. “Graham, it’s Y/N.”

“Oh. It’s been two weeks.” You could hear the contemplative tone of his voice.

“...Yeah. That’s precisely the reason I’m calling you.”

“Do you still want to…?”

“...Desperately.”

“Ok.” He chuckles, flustered as hell on the other side of the phone, probably one of the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard. “Right. Ok. Your place or mine?”

“I think there’ll be an element of mystery if I go to your place this time.” You lose some of the constraints this silly shyness has been tying you on. “Do you have everything we might need there?”

“We don’t need a dungeon, you know.”

“The basics.” You make your smile heard.

“I do have… I do have the basics.”

“See you in a few minutes then.”

“Will you want to… ease into it? Or just go straight to it?”

“God, don’t make it awkward!” Your cheeks burn, your smile turning into contagious laughter. “Maybe… I don’t know. Ease into it, I guess? A movie night… but with s-something else?”

“Okay. Sounds good.”

“Alright then. See you.”

“See you.”

You don’t choose any particularly fancy or sexy clothes, instead settling for a slightly oversized yellow striped shirt he gave you as a birthday present some months ago and some skirt that fit you well. He wasn’t one to lavish his loved ones with gifts all the time, but few things were as precious as the look on his face whenever he saw you wearing something he gave you or, hell, even eating something he paid for you. You’re thrilled to see it again when he opens the door for you, it easing some of your deepest doubts.

2001: A Space Odyssey is already playing on the TV when you arrive. Despite it being one of your favorite movies of all time, and his, you’re not mad it was already halfway through when you arrived. It wasn’t your main priority to rewatch it for the 17th time tonight.

He offers you some wine, which you accept to ease the nerves. You sit on his couch, and he shares the cozy space with you, now mindlessly throwing one of his arms around your shoulders. You cuddle up to him, and everything seems peaceful in the world for a while.

The tip of his fingers softly caress your lifted knee, absentmindedly. You couldn’t help but notice how well his body fits with yours, how your skin was apparently made for him to touch, and the anxiety rumbles in your stomach like a storm in a wild wavy sea. After some minutes, you raise your head, his big brown eyes meeting yours as if asking you a silent question. You leaned up a bit more to press your lips to his, in a silent answer. The sweetness in him makes this moment as precious as every other moment you ever shared with him. His hands enter your hair, making you shiver a bit from the unfamiliarity and the electricity of it all - but it doesn’t sway you from deepening the kiss, wanting more of his taste, more of this, more of him.

“Do you wanna take this to the bed?” He whispers, after noticing your moans were becoming more frequent and needy. You nod, and you are taken by surprise when he carries you bridal style to it, hiding your excited giggles in his broad shoulders.

Graham wasn’t exactly the most organized man in the world - so the fact that his bedroom was now impossibly tidy was something that positively caught your attention. He put some planning into this. He lays you down and you part your legs, beckoning him to meet you between them. He does, and you go back to the breathtaking makeout session. You notice he’s holding himself back a bit, taking his time, his warm tongue moving smoothly, not hurriedly, against yours. His self control falters a bit though, given how he can’t stop grinding against you. You follow the rhythm of his hips a bit timidly and not nearly as in sync as you’d really like, though the pressure his covered cock is creating against your core can already be felt and some particular thrusts are able to fill at least partially the aching, wet need growing within you.

“How do you feel about oral?” He asks, breath warm near your ear, his voice raspy and spent by his desire for you.

“Um… It would be my first time receiving or doing it.”

“Would you like me to go down on you?”

“Wow. I never thought I would hear you saying something like that.” You smile, still assimilating the situation you’re in, trying not to show how badly his voice is affecting you. “Sure.”

“I never thought I would get to propose this to you. Aren’t we full of surprises lately.” He smiles back, warmly. He notices your hands trembling a bit from how anxious you are while you’re taking off your underwear with his help, and as he lowers himself to where you need him most, he takes your hands in his as an act of reassurance. “Tell me what you like. Tell me if what I’m doing works for you. I want this to be a great experience.”

“You want me to get addicted to you, that’s what you want,” He chuckles, lovingly kissing your thigh as a reply. “Okay, Gra. Guess I’ll find out along the way.”

You quickly take a peak below you to see the lower half of his face disappear in the middle of your thighs. The sight alone sets your fire ablaze, as he hooks his arms around your thighs and lifts you closer to his mouth, his lips ghosting over the curls between your legs tantalizingly and his breath catching when your hips jerk forward.

As he begins his ministrations, you immediately notice it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt. That feeling was completely alien to you. It was even wetter than you expected, and weird, but powerfully pleasant. Before this exact moment, you had a firm belief that hardly anyone else would make you feel the same way, or better, than you do yourself, but apparently you were very wrong. Thankfully you were wrong. “My god,” you gasp as the flat of his tongue drags over your folds, too much and not enough, and you jerk at the contact. “This is great. So weird, but-- great.”

He moans at your response, his movements carefully enthusiastic. He works his tongue between your folds and traces up to curl the tip of it around your clit, and it’s quite endearing and madly arousing to see how he eats out you like you’re the sweetest and tastier dessert he has ever tasted. You involuntarily buck against him with a desperate sound the moment he moves his tongue and lips in a particularly wicked way, something that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but you still feel the need to highlight in case it didn’t - “That. Keep doing that, please,”

And he does. The building of this climax is also different than the ones you already had by your own hands, and is more coy. As he sees the drops of sweat sliding along your soft skin and the expressions on your face as you get lost in this new but enchanting sensations, his hesitation and self-control fades away; there’s nothing uncertain in the way he buries his face in your cunt now, nothing restrained in the groan he lets out as he devours you and drinks you down as if you’re the first stream of water he has seen in days.

His tongue glides deeper in your folds again and again, swirling up through the wetness you’re coated with to tease at your clit while he grunts and strains closer, squeezing your thighs with both hands tight. The wave of heat inside of you is cresting so fast, you don't even know how to tell him, how to signal that you’re nearly done for and, in the end, it happens too fast to even try. He sucks at your clit, circling it with his tongue, once, twice, and then you’re crying out, shaking underneath him, trying to keep your thighs from clenching too hard around his head as he laps you through it with with urgent whimpers and moans, as if he cannot have enough of you.

You’re still trembling when he rises, the look on his face revealing to you how proud he feels by making you feel this way. It looks so good on him.

You fail miserably at the simple task of connecting words together after that, choosing instead to collect your remaining strength, prop yourself up and beckon him again to keep kissing him and learn, through his talented tongue, how you taste. He kisses the thin fabric of the shirt at your chest that covers you from view, your throat, your jaw, and before he reaches your impatient lips, he notes, sinfully, “Seems like you enjoyed yourself, love.”

“That was… unbelievable. Stars, I want to make you feel good too. Please show me how.”

“Keep kissing me,” he begs, voice still strained from how aroused he is. “I want to be inside you so bad. Let’s get you prepared.” You’re still so sensitive, you tread on overstimulation when his fingers lightly touch your clit, making you break the kiss in a hiss. He traces a line on your folds, inspecting the impact his mouth had on you. “So wet for me.”

“Bit slower, Gra,” He complies to your breathy plea, his fingers now more tame as he slowly spreads your wetness throughout your pussy. He stretches towards the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, interrupting his contact to spread some on his fingers before unhurriedly slipping his middle finger inside of you. The coldness of the gel makes you shiver in surprise, the easiness brought by it very welcomed. Again - the sensation is odd. Completely unfamiliar. The feeling of having something inside of you for the first time, going further than you ever dared to try, probing, exploring; the coldness of the lube clashing against your burning hot cunt. But it also felt nice. The focused look on his face was adorable, he looked like he was a scientist in the middle of very complex research.

Despite the panting, the messy hair and the fire in his eyes.

Your body already has a lot of new sensations to process simultaneously, so when he asks you to take off your bra and shirt so his tongue can work on your nipples - which you gladly accept, you feel like you’re on sensual overload. His tongue, again, so talented, takes your mind off the slight burning you feel when he introduces his ring finger to your soaked, throbbing core, his focused, carefully overpowering and constant stimulation driving you insane.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, voice muffled by your breast. You nod, carried by the wave of pleasure sweeping you.

“Yes. God, yes.” You pant, tangling your fingers tightly on his thick hair as an encouragement, a desperate sound escaping from your lips the moment he reaches a certain point within you you didn’t even know existed, hot mouth continuing to lick and suck your nipple. Even though you were spent by your last orgasm, he was indeed getting you addicted to those new feelings, and even though this was heavenly, truly heavenly, you needed more. “Gra, I’m ready, I think.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

Releasing your nipple from his lips with a sounding pop, he eagerly frees himself from his trousers - hard as a brick - and puts protection and lubrication on, swiftly positioning himself between your thighs while stroking himself to the sight in front of him. You motion to take off your skirt, and he holds your hand, not letting you. “Don’t. It’ll be really hot to fuck you in this.” He confesses, giving your forehead a kiss in a very different context than before. He aligns his forehead with yours, each of your lips just barely touching while you breathe each other’s air. He looks deep into your eyes, slowly running the tip of his cock between the slick folds of your pussy, coating himself in the remnants of your pleasure. “Do you trust me?”

You trust me to know your limits? Not to go any further if you don’t really want me to?

“Absolutely.”

The only response you get from him is a shuddering, helpless moan into your mouth and you hold him tighter to you, grinding your still sensitive cunt up against his cock while he pulls hard at the soft fur next to your head. You feel your soaking pussy lips part around the solid curve of his length and gradually coat the underside of him in slick with every gentle circle and roll your hips make, as he finally pulls away from your mouth to drop his forehead to your neck. He then, very slowly, penetrates you, stopping when he hears the noises you make indicating you’re struggling to adjust to his presence. Out of everything you’ve felt in the last minutes, this was by far the most painful sensation. “This-- is new,” you note, your face completely incapable of hiding the discomfort. He also notices that.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“It’s okay. I’ll get used to it.”

“It’s not supposed to be about endurance, you know.” He says, a bit breathless and worried, caressing your hair. “Tell me when it’s okay to move. Or if you feel too much pain.”

After some long seconds and some deep breaths, you say: “Okay. Go on.”

“As you wish.”

He moves inside you at a very slow pace, the lubrication clearly making it easier for you to handle it. It still hurts, significantly, but the sensation of being filled is also surprisingly arousing.

His hand moves to your sensitive clit again in small, measured circles, your little moans being a mixture of the pain of penetration and the sheer ecstasy of seeing him falling apart because of you. The way his chest heaves while the drops of sweat start pearling his fair skin, the furrowed brows and broken groans, the thickness of him as he rests heavy up against your entrance, the way his voice presses deliciously tight in his throat as he gasps out into the quiet room - everything’s making your chest burst in love and satisfaction. You tighten your grip around him and roll your hips up into his cock, letting it break you open nice and slow; it stretches you wide with a deliciously sharp fullness and pleasure rips through you, and Graham becomes even more vocal as he picks up a steady and gradually faster pace. He turned all of your keys, it’s about time you turn some of his.

“Graham, deeper,” you whimper, continuing to tighten your legs and hoist yourself up, lifting your hips to take his cock deeper inside you. His name rips itself from your throat while Coxon clenches his jaw and starts to lose himself in the pleasure, holding you down into the bed while he allows your desperation to guide him to the perfect angle and speed to sate you. He found denying you to be impossible.

He snarls and curses as he holds you down and rails you, determined to make you sing again before he finishes, and to his delight, your heightened sensitivity gives him what he wants. And this time, he couldn't hold on.

Graham kisses you one last time as he groans and gives in, head dropping to your neck again. You didn’t reach a second climax, but stars, what an experience you just had.

When he comes back to himself enough to realise he still had you practically folded in half, he carefully pulls his softening cock free, taking the condom off and taking the strands of hair out of your face as you struggle to catch your breath. You suggest a shared bath, a suggestion he gladly accepts.

Too tired and too sore for pillow talk, comfortable silence falls as your hand finds his, and you lay, listening to each other’s breathing slowly settle.

I could get used to his little snore on my chest, is the last thought that twinkles on your mind before you fall asleep snuggled with him.

#graham coxon #alex james #damon albarn #dave rowntree #blur #britpop #smut #imagine #reader insert #graham coxon x reader #graham x reader #y/n #fluff #au #fanfiction #blur band

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 4 years ago

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Sick/injured human AU Misto and Tugger for the trope mashup please??

(I know that the trope mash up is only supposed to be a summary of the story, and I’m doing summaries for everything else, but this one I just had to write because it’s a perfect opportunity to elaborate on some Tuggoffelees for the AU!)

(@queencurlycrown @kineticjellyfish @terpsichorian come get some human AU pre-relationship Tuggoffelees)

Mistoffelees and Victoria Jones were both at the height of their performance.

Both siblings had been offered prestigious invitations to join the Royal Ballet, and the twins were ecstatic.

Finally, their hard work was paying off, and they were being recognized for their talent.

They were doing one final performance before their invitations to join the Royal Ballet were confirmed, and Mistoffelees’ nerves were through the roof. His performance followed Victoria’s, and he was waiting in the wings, watching his sister as she danced elegantly around the stage. Mistoffelees hopped up and down, he fiddled with his outfit, anything to calm himself.

Victoria completed her dance to thunderous applause, and she gracefully left the stage, her calm composure completely falling as she threw her arms around Mistoffelees with a squeal.

“That was a rush!” she exclaimed. “Are you ready?” Mistoffelees took a deep breath, and nodded. Victoria looked him over, brushing away invisible dust. “Did you stretch? Are your shoes fitting?”

“Yes, Mother.” Mistoffelees said teasingly, making Victoria giggle. She gave him a light peck on the cheek before ushering him onto the stage, where he stood at the center, waiting for his music to begin.

As soon as he began to dance, Mistoffelees knew something was wrong.

His legs felt tight, his back wasn’t letting him stretch as far as he needed to. Horror filled the dancer as he realized what had happened.

He had been so enthralled in watching his sister, so obsessed with his nervousness and anxiety, that he had forgotten to stretch.

Mistoffelees hid his fear and continued to dance, trying not to wince every time he pulled at an unprepared muscle. He prepared himself for one of his final jumps, and as he stretched out his legs, he felt a sharp pain in his calf, as if someone had just kicked him.

As he landed on his left foot, Mistoffelees heard something pop, and he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his calf, as if someone had just kicked him. He stumbled slightly, catching himself with grace as he felt a searing pain in his left leg. Mistoffelees lifted his chin and continued to dance, ignoring the pain until the moment his dance ended. Every step on his left foot made him let out a sharp gasp of pain, and felt tears fill his eyes, but he refused to finish looking like a fool, so he did his final turn and posed, forcing a smile on his face as the audience began to applaud. He bowed, and as best he could, Mistoffelees left the stage.

As soon as he was off stage, Mistoffelees collapsed with a sob, clutching his leg. “Oh God, it hurts.”

Victoria was at his side instantly, Bustopher close behind her. “What happened?”

“I tore something.” Mistoffelees said, his voice shaking. “I didn’t stretch. I’m such an idiot.”

“We need to get you to a hospital.” Bustopher said firmly, grasping his nephew’s hands and pulling him up gently, he and Victoria supporting Mistoffelees as they exited the stage door. Luckily, no one was waiting there just yet, so the trio managed to make it to the car without any questions. Victoria sat in the back with Mistoffelees, hugging him tightly as Bustopher drove, and when they reached the hospital, both his sister and his uncle remained at Mistoffelees’ side throughout the entire process.

“You’ve tore your Achilles tendon.” The doctor said, and Mistoffelees closed his eyes, feeling the tears welling up. “Normally, I’d say you’d be fine to walk without assistance in about two weeks, but because you kept dancing on it and landing on it, it’s going to take at least four weeks after the surgery for you to completely heal, and then you’ll need about four to six months of physical therapy.”

Mistoffelees’ eyes flew open. “Surgery?”

The doctor nodded. “We have to go in and stitch the tendon back together.” Victoria clutched Mistoffelees’ hand tightly. “Misto…”

“Will I be able to dance again?” the dancer asked.

“Possibly, with enough physical therapy and stretching.” The doctor said. “It may take a while, however, and if you do overexert yourself in the future, or push yourself too far, it may enflame the tendon again.”

Ultimately, Mistoffelees agreed to the surgery, and he was left in a boot for nearly four weeks, and when he got the boot removed, he had physical therapy for six months.

During that time, something rather unlikely happened.

Tugger approached Victoria one day as she left a building, a charming smile on his face. “Hey, Vic.”

“Oh, hi Tugger.” Victoria replied quietly.

“What’s wrong?” Tugger asked, his smile fading into a frown. He glanced up at the building, and his brow furrowed. “What are you doing here?”

Victoria wrung her hands. “Misto tore his Achilles about a month and a half ago, and he had the surgery, but he needs to go to therapy for about six months. It’s been difficult for him.”

Tugger’s eyes widened. He and Mistoffelees may not have gotten along, but not being able to do the one thing he loved was no doubt hard for the black-haired dancer.

“Where is he? Maybe I can help out.” Tugger said with a kind look in his eyes. “Munk used to strain himself all the time while dancing, and I used to help him when that happened.”

Victoria sighed and told Tugger the room that Mistoffelees was in, and he kissed her cheek in thanks before rushing into the building. He told the receptionist he was there to assist Mistoffelees, and he was allowed up to the room.

Even before he opened the door, Tugger heard the sound of swearing. He slowly opened the door to see Mistoffelees sitting on the ground, glaring at his leg with fury in his eyes.

“God, I’m an idiot.” He said, seemingly to himself. “’Oh yeah, Misto, you’re such a great dancer!’ What kind of dancer forgets to stretch?” Mistoffelees attempted to pull himself up, but let out a small gasp as he put pressure on his bad foot. “Well done, Mistoffelees, you’ve completely screwed yourself over, and your burdening your uncle and sister.”

“I don’t think they see it that way.” Tugger said, fully entering the room. Mistoffelees’ head snapped up, and his eyes narrowed upon seeing the other man.

“What do you want?”

Tugger held his hands up placatingly. “Vic told me what happened. Munk used to hurt himself all the time, so I thought that maybe I could give you some help.”

Mistoffelees scoffed. “Oh please. You’re just here to pity me, like everyone else. ‘Oh, the poor boy, he’s never going to be able to dance with his sister again!’. Do people not realize I know that?” Mistoffelees’ voice broke slightly, and he wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m never going to dance again, all because I was a nervous idiot who didn’t stretch.”

“Hey, you’re going to dance again.” Tugger said firmly, approaching Mistoffelees and holding out a hand. “This sounds corny as hell, but you just need to believe in yourself. If you keep telling yourself you’re never going to dance, you’re not going to get the motivation you need to keep going.” Mistoffelees hesitantly took his hand, and Tugger carefully pulled him up, supporting him gently with an arm around his waist. “Do you want to dance?”

“More than anything.” Mistoffelees replied quietly.

“Then you have to work to that point.” Tugger told him. “Because right now, the only person who’s not believing in you is yourself. Your uncle and your sister are both behind you, and so is everyone else who cares about you. Munk was beside himself when he heard about what happened.” Mistoffelees’ cheeks flushed slightly, and Tugger gave him a small grin. “I can help, if you want? I’ll be there to pull your head out of your ass every time you say you’re an idiot or you can’t dance.”

Mistoffelees scoffed and shoved Tugger, making him laugh. “I think your head’s plenty big for the both of us.”

Tugger’s smile grew. “Does that mean you’ll let me help you?”

“Fine.” Mistoffelees said with a tired sigh as Tugger began to help him walk over to where his water bottle was. “Just… don’t let me fall, okay?”

Tugger’s arm tightened around Mistoffelees’ waist. “Never.”

#liv's writing corner #trope mash up

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alls-fair-in-pride-and-prejudice · 4 years ago

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The Star King’s Labyrinth Part 1

part 2, part 3

As promised, here is part one of my Dragon Prince/Labyrinth mashup fic. Aaravos is in the role of the lovely Goblin Elf king, and my OC Lyra is the lucky poor unfortunate human to be whisked away. The plot of this fic will largely mirror that of the original Labyrinth, but I went ahead and changed a bunch of things. For one, I spent longer on exposition than the movie did. (In which we will see professors Viren and Opeli - which made me wonder if people in The Dragon Prince have last names?)

Rated T on AO3 because cursing.

Tagging: @psijics and @king-bito (since you were the first I mentioned this idea to I figured you’d want to see I did the thing)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged for future parts!

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Lyra was already stressed after her physics class earlier that day. She knew Professor Viren strict, but she had no idea it was this bad.

“I have made myself clear in the past, no late work is accepted in my class,” the physics professor said, not even looking up from the work on his desk.

“I’m not asking for credit; I’ll accept the zero. I just want to be able to do the online assignment to make sure I learn the material,” Lyra explained. She needed to master her understanding of gyroscopes to move on to future material, but the online problems were closed the moment the due date hit, and she could not even check her answers. “Please, I was sick. There was only so much schoolwork I could do before the cold medicine knocked me out.”

Professor Viren shot her a withering look from overtop his glasses. “Then perhaps you should have worked on this material earlier so getting sick wouldn’t have been a problem. If you want to succeed, you have to prepare in advance in case of these things.”

Lyra gritted her teeth, wanting to say something like “Since it’s clearly been a while since your student days, maybe you’ve forgotten how hard it is to keep your head above water in the day to day work.” Or maybe even something like, “I know they had only just accepted the heliocentric model when you were in school, but we modern day students have a lot more to cover, so some fucking basic empathy would be appreciated you pretentious asshole.” She held her tongue, only muttering to herself once out of his office, “it’s just not fair.”

At least she had multivariable calc afterwards. It was always entertaining if they went over something with applications in physics, because then they would witness one of Professor Opeli’s legendary anti-physicist rants. “You do not need to understand the underlying concepts. In fact, you’re probably better off not trying to. You just have to do the math and you’ll sail right through the classes. Don’t even bother with physics professors, they’re virtually useless.” she said once. A student said that Professor Viren would probably be offended to hear that.

Professor Opeli simply gestured to her stony expression. “Does this look like the face of a woman who cares what he thinks?”

Any good feelings Lyra had towards Professor Opeli were immediately dissipated once she decided to assign extra work for the fall break. It’s so unfair! Do these people not understand the concept of a break? Lyra wondered.

The answer, of course, is “yes,” but college professors do not see days off from school as breaks, but more as lost time that must be made up.

Lyra, a fool that did not yet know that expectation is the root of all heartache, had set her hopes on a relaxing trip home for the four-day weekend. She wanted to go to the pumpkin patch and catch up on some reading while drinking hot apple cider. At the rate she was getting homework assigned, it appeared that she would be lucky to get the cider as a comforting treat while she worked.

At least her parents would help her with laundry and meals… she hoped.

But, as we have already established, Lyra was one to set her hopes too high. Her mother had forgotten that her daughter was coming home that weekend and had booked a gig that would require her and Lyra’s father to travel out of town for the weekend. “At least the dog doesn’t have to go in the kennel now,” Lyra’s mother said over the phone.

“Yeah, so on top of all the stress I’m under, I can also spend the weekend picking up dog shit,” is what Lyra wanted to say. Out loud, she said, “yeah it’ll be nice to cuddle with him this weekend.” Which, she supposed, was true. At least she had a furry companion to help ease her stress levels.

After a two-hour drive Thursday night, Lyra decided she could afford the rest of the evening to relax in the empty house. After taking Orpheus the labradoodle out to do his business, she made herself a cup of hot chocolate and curled up with a fantasy romance novel. It was extremely cliché and an easy read – by no means a great literary work – just how Lyra liked it.

It had just enough spooky elements in it to feel suited to the season too, a gothic vampire romance. The heroine rescued by a creature of the night and taken back to his castle (never mind that there were not castles just laying around in colonial United States, where the tale takes place).

Still, Lyra could not completely keep her mind on the story for her stress. She was already considering what online resources she would have to practice with since Professor Viren had such a stick up his ass that he couldn’t even leave the practice problems open to the students. Khan Academy maybe? It was invaluable in her high school days. Did they have college level coursework on there? How would her grades survive if she couldn’t learn this?

Lyra sighed, trying to turn her attention back to the fantasy world in hand. This was supposed to be her one chance to relax and she was not about to waste it. She reached for her mug only to discover the greatest of all tragedies: her hot cocoa had gone cold, and the marshmallows melted into a sticky inconvenience around the rim. Setting the mug back on the coaster, Lyra groaned. Orpheus, awoken from his nap on the floor by the noise, trotted over to Lyra, apparently deciding he needed belly rubs.

Lyra obliged him, making room for him to curl up next to her on the couch. Of course, despite his size, Orpheus was under the impression he was a lap dog, and there had to be careful maneuvering for Lyra to get some semblance of comfort once he decided she was his new bed.

Cuddling her dog had always been comforting in the past, but it was not long before Lyra wondered about her future, and she could fell the loneliness creeping in sitting in the otherwise uninhabited house. She couldn’t blame school stress for her inability to enjoy that moment, now could she? Why could she not enjoy what moments of rest she had? How was that fair?

Lyra could not deny that her grades were falling apart, and she wasn’t even sure that astrophysics was what she should pursue, but if she was not an academic, what was she? What else did she have going for her in this world after devoting her life since elementary school to good grades and academic success? Despite being a junior, she lacked any social connections that lasted more than a few months. Friendships were hard. She could never really figure out where she stood with people, always being as accommodating and friendly as possible to be safe. After the fact she always worried she came across as clingy, which would set the whole cycle of isolation over again.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if I could just run away from all of it?” Lyra mused aloud as she rubbed Orpheus’s ears. He did not respond, since he was a dog, and this isn’t the kind of story where animals start talking out of nowhere. “I guess that’s what I was hoping to accomplish by coming home this weekend, but my problems followed me here.” She inspected the art on the cover of the cheap paperback. “I want a castle. No, not a castle, I just want to run away somewhere that my problems don’t follow me. Where hot cocoa doesn’t get cold and gross and I don’t have to deal with stuck up professors and unreasonable deadlines.”

Lyra leaned back on the sofa, throwing her head back to look to the ceiling. She was not often one to talk to herself aloud, but perhaps it was the need to fill the empty space that made her voice her lamentations. Maybe some part of her, an instinctual part left over from the days when humans had to evade large predators, knew she was not really alone, that someone was listening in.

“I just wish I could leave this world altogether,” Lyra shouted to the (seemingly) empty room.

All the lights in the house flickered for a moment, then went dark, the only light coming from the streetlamps and moon outside. “It is my pleasure to grant your wish, Lyra,” replied a voice from the shadows.

Lyra leapt off the couch in alarm, spinning around to see where the intruder was. From what she could see, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Orpheus confirmed for her that something was wrong, raising his hackles and growling softly. Lyra grabbed a nearby decorative candlestick as an improvised weapon for self-defense. “Who’s there?”

There was no answer in any sort of verbal language, but Lyra felt an instinctual pull towards the entryway of the house. She crept along cautiously, Orpheus keeping close by her. She gave him a soft pat on his head as thanks for his loyalty.

In the entryway, across from the coat closet, was a small end table where keys and other assorted odds-and-ends were kept, with a mirror above it to check one’s appearance before leaving. As Lyra approached, she saw a figure in the mirror alongside her own reflection that became clearer bit by bit, as if emerging from fog.

She knew she had to be going insane at that point. The first thing she noticed about the figure in the mirror was that he was purple with silver freckles across his skin. Then his horns, curving against a head of silver-white hair, became clear through the mist, and Lyra wondered if she was dealing with some sort of demon. The sclera of his eyes was black, and his irises were golden and almost glowed in the dim light. Those eyes carried, like the rest of the figure, a frightening sort of beauty, like lightning that strikes a little too close for comfort.

In the mirror, the strange figure stood next to Lyra wrapped in a black cloak with gold trim. Whatever he was… he certainly was not human. Against perhaps her better judgment, Lyra reached out to touch the glass of the mirror in disbelief of what she was seeing. The figure glanced down to where Lyra’s hand met her reflection and smirked.

The person in the mirror reached forward, and Lyra saw a sparkling violet hand reach out to touch hers on her side of the mirror. She screamed and whirled around, swinging the candlestick. The stranger caught her by her wrist, seeming only mildly annoyed at most.

“Is that any way to greet the one that just granted your heart’s desire?” the stranger asks, with a deep baritone voice like honey.

“Granted… what?” Lyra sputtered, taking a moment to find her voice, and managing to wrench back her wrist from his grip in the process. Lyra realized that at some point in her shock, Orpheus had disappeared. So much for a loyal companion. She took a cautious step back from the very strange man in her house, finally settling on one question to start: “Who the fuck are you?”

The man took Lyra’s hand, bowing and placing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. She tried to ignore the fluttering of her heart at the gallant gesture. “I am Aaravos, king of this realm. You wished to leave your world, so I brought you here.” He stood, snapping his fingers, and the walls dissipated like mist, leaving the two of them standing in a twilit forest.

Lyra looked around, taking in the ethereal surroundings: the lights like tiny multicolored stars hanging in the branches, and the floating bits of stardust around them. They stood on a hillside, and in the distance, atop another hill, a gleaming castle with impossibly tall and spiraling spires reached into the night sky. Surrounding it in the valley below was a labyrinth so large and twisted it could rival Greek myth.

“And… where is here?”

Aaravos leaned against a nearby tree that bended and curved upon his approach to something more comfortable to rest against. “This was once a realm that served as a prison, but those that sent me here underestimated my power and my ability to mold this world into something more suitable. These days, I find I prefer my new home to the one that banished me. You would be advised to stay close to me, and I can help you avoid the areas that still serve as places of torment.”

“Torment??” Lyra laughed, a tense and nervous sound that grated even on her own ears. “This is just a weird dream. I fell asleep on the couch and I will wake up any minute now… right? Right? I just… I want to go home.”

Aaravos’s face scrunched up in confusion, and a darkness took hold of his gaze as he stalked toward her. “Not five minutes ago, you wished to leave your home. I have graciously granted your wish, and now you would rudely refuse my gift to you?”

Lyra gulped, debating whether she should appease this being with an apology, or whether she should try to reason with him and defend her right to go home. When looking up into the face of this man that radiated dangerous power, Lyra’s sense of self-preservation demanded she choose the former. “I’m sorry,” she said, voice quiet and shaky, “I did not mean to offend.”

Aaravos smiled, reaching up to brush his fingers along Lyra’s cheek. The sweet caress made her shiver, though she was not sure if it was from fear or… something else. “Nothing in this world or any other, dear Lyra, is truly free. I will admit I had an ulterior motive for bringing you here.”

Lyra sucked in a deep breath, staring up at Aaravos with as much courage as she could muster. “And what was that, exactly?”

Aaravos grinned. “I am terribly bored, and you little humans are so interesting.” He took a lock of Lyra’s dark hair that had fallen from her bun and twirled it around a finger. “I could get a lifetime’s worth of entertainment just watching how you react to magic that is so commonplace for me. Do you really wish to go back to your dull human world with your deadlines and lonely nights? Reading books about magical adventures instead of having your own?”

Lyra hesitated, tempted by the offer... but it all sounded too good to be true. There had to be another catch, and she knew she could not trust this Aaravos to be transparent. Besides, as frustrating as it was at times, she loved her studies. She loved her family and her dog and she could not give that up forever. “Please, let me go back. I didn’t mean it when I said I wanted to leave. I was just frustrated. Let me go, please.”

Aaravos sighed melodramatically. “Oh, if you insist… I suppose I shall have to amuse myself some other way.”

Lyra almost laughed in relief. She began to say her thanks, but Aaravos cut her off with a look that carried a sadistic glee to it. “Let’s play a game, then,” he said, his tone sharp and without any of the softness it carried moment before. With a wave of his hand, a clock floated above his palm. “I will give you thirteen hours. If, in that time, you can make it through that labyrinth to my castle, I will send you home. If not, you will stay here forever.” With a snap of his fingers, the second hand on the clock began ticking.

“Wait!” Lyra cried, “I never agreed to that! What kind of deal is that?”

Aaravos cocked a snowy white eyebrow. “You seem to be under the impression, little star, that I was asking your permission. No. I have simply informed you of your current predicament. If you wish to return home so badly, I suggest you get moving. After all,” he gestured to the floating clock with a nod of his head, “the clock is ticking.”

In a flash of blinding white, Aaravos disappeared, and Lyra was no longer on the hilltop, but staring at an elegantly carved stone archway possibly thirty feet tall. She stomped her foot and shook her fist at the sky. “YOU BASTARD,” she screamed, “That’s not fair!”

Left with no other option, Lyra stepped through the archway into the labyrinth.

A/N: Opeli’s disdain towards physics professors is based off an actual calc professor I had. The physics and calc professors I had that semester talked shit about each other and their departments. It was great.

Lyra is a college student because an immortal elf hitting on a 21-year-old is less creepy than one hitting on a 16-year-old. In her original universe, Lyra’s parents were bards, so I decided to leave them as vague performers/musicians in the modern world.

#Labyrinth #aaravos fanfic #tdp aaravos #alls fair creations #oc lyra

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Fake married + bed sharing for the tropes mashup?

A Dozen “I Love Yous”

“How the hell do married people sleep on these tiny queen size mattresses their whole lives?” he gripes, his legs are practically hanging off the bed as he waits for scully to finish in the bathroom.

Scully makeup free drying her hair with a towel cuts through his thoughts. It’s the first night of the honeymoon strangler case from hell. They were too successful in California with their last fake married ploy that Kersh issued orders to have them help VICAP in a string of murders outside New Orleans. Honeymooners being brutally strangled and then placed on the various graves in the local cemeteries. Scully smirks as she walks over to him in her silk pajamas. Mulder scoots over far giving her almost 3/4ths the bed. Things are still a little off with them, Diana's presence on the task force not helping matters.

“I don’t understand why they didn’t have you pretend to be married to Diana, given how smitten you were with her today,”

Scully states as she rummages through her bag. Fuck this is going to be a long ass night.

“I’m not smitten with Diana, I thought she had a point about the ritualistic tendencies of the strangulation relating to how they tie up voodoo dolls. The knots and strings are old Scully. She could easily be on to something.”

Scully sighs not wanting to have yet another fight about this woman. Mulder leans back almost falling off the bed as Scully sits down on her side.

“Kershs new punishment for all three of us. Diana pissed about having to watch us together, us being pissed about having to be pretend married AGAIN.” she grumbles as she slowly brushes her damp hair.

He reaches out to her shoulder, he needs to fix things with her and as much as he doesn’t want to say it he was an asshole to her, trusting Diana over Scully is a long string of the stupid decisions he’s made in his lifetime.

“Maybe your punishment, being married to you is one of my biggest fantasies.” he whispers it her back. He would marry her in a heartbeat.

"No need to be sarcastic Mulder," she says wiping a lotion on her long neck.

He moves his hand to her shoulder turning her.

"I'm not being sarcastic, really I could see being married to you."

Apparently she doesn't believe him her look is hard.

"I told you I love you didn’t I?" He says reaching up tuck her hair behind her ear.

She scoffs shaking her head shifting so she is sitting facing him.

"Do you know how many times you've told me you love me while drugged? And yet never once when you weren’t.”

He scoffs looking at her stunned in silence. “What do you mean, I had never said it until that thing with the bermuda triangle.” she shakes her head in that Scully way she does when he says “guess I’m not dead.”

She sighs and at first he thinks she is just going to roll over and go to sleep but she takes a deep breathe and tells him about various times he’s confessed to her.

“The first time right after they shot deep throat and threw you to the ground, I rushed over to you and you said. “I’m so sorry Scully, I love you, are you okay? And then you passed out from whatever the hell they gave you.” he looks at her stunned.

She continues “That was why I was so angry when you ignored me in the hall later, after waiting for you to acknowledge it for weeks, after I agreed to all the rules on being followed avoided contact, I thought maybe once we finally talked and saw each other you would explain it, but then you ran off to puerto rico, and I realized you were just drugged and it didn’t mean what I thought it did.”

She takes a deep breathe and continues on to his utter horror.

“The second time, after you traded your clone sister or whatever for me and I went to the north pole to get you and I waited for almost a month for you to come out of that drugged induced coma that was fighting the virus. I’m not really sure it counts you just kind of whispered it. It was more of a “scully, thank you for saving me I love you. The third time..”

He wants to interrupt but he remembers all these moments too, remembers muttering it in his sleep, muttering it to her when she has been asleep next to him on airplanes, or in the car. When he knows she won’t hear his deepest desires.

“After I shot you and we drove for 3 days across the country to see Albert Hostein. You kept saying I was so pretty and smart, and you were pissed I shot you but still loved me.”

This should be towards the end how many times has he been injured so bad that it’s come up?

“The fourth after you pointed that gun at me in David and Cassandra’s house, when I did everything I could to help you stop those seizures. The fifth when I pulled you out of that trailer after Ester tried to upload herself to the simulation, and the sixth was when we were about to pass out in the snowcat from the cold in Antarctica, and the seventh time was the bermuda triangle thing”

He wants to argue wants to tell her about the 5 other times he’s told her. When she was asleep in that coma after they finally returned her to him. The second when she fell asleep in his arms after Donnie Pfsater had tried to take her again from him. The third when he was sure he was going to prison and wouldn’t even be able to hold her hand when she finally died. The fourth when they loaded her up on that stretcher as her face drained of blood from the bee sting. The fifth when she was asleep with him in Kansas after a cow destroyed his room.

“Look Mulder, it is what it is, I know that we care about each other deeply but you don’t need to pretend that you would want it to be more.”

He looks at her as she plays with a tread on her pajamas. He reaches to pull her chin level to his, the both of them stretch out next to one another her face close to his as she gives him a half hearted smile.

“I don’t pretend with you, and I’ve told you I love you more than the 7 times you mention. I can think of a dozen, not to mention the thousand times I’ve thought it. So I’ll say it right now I love you and have loved you for a long time now. I’m very thankful that I don’t have to pretend to be with anyone else because I do really only want to be with you. Also can I get some more of the bed, my ass is hanging off the edge here and as much as I love your doctoring I would rather just give you a nice kiss good night and bust this asshole.”

His voice and face so sincere she scoots over instantly to give him more room.

“Oh my god, this is the world's smallest queen size bed.” she says as she almost falls off the other end. He pulls her close kissing her softly. She tenses as his lips brush hers and closes her eyes, it feels good so good. She moves to deepen it but he stops her.

“Mulder, what..” her voice trails off and then she hears it someone picking the lock of their room.

Her eyes go wide as she reaches over to the night stand to grab her gun, Mulder moves silently towards the door, his gun pointed down, he gives her a grinning smile as the suspect pulls open the door and Mulder slams him against it.

2 days later

Director Kersh’s office.

“Agent Mulder and Scully, well done on your recent assignment you two caught the suspect in record time. VICAP appreciates your participation and it will be noted in your files.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Maybe we should consider you two for any assignments requiring agents to fake a marriage. You seem to do better than our actual married partners.”

Mulder looks over at Scully her lips tight as she plays with the white gold ring on her hand.

Mulder looks directly at Kersh. “There is something else you need to add to our files, Agent Scully and I are married.”

Kersh looks at Mulder and then at Scully as she lets out a sigh and nods.

Scully stands to leave “But we continue to look forward to helping other departments when our case load permits that is. Come on Mulder.”

Kersh watches still in partial shock as they both move towards the door.

“Agents”

They stop and turn to look at him, preparing for what they aren’t sure.

“Congratulations.”

Mulder chuckles and Scully smiles softly and nods.

As they walk through the long hallway at the FBI Mulder leans in whispering into her ear. “I think we need a bigger bed.” getting into the elevator. Scully looks up at him her eyes dancing. “Oh I don’t think so my dear husband, I don’t plan on doing any sleeping on it anytime soon.” His laugh as he wraps his arms around as the doors close.

#mulder and scully #fluff #s6 #angst with resolution #fakemarriedprompt

#hope you liked it

Tagging some friends

@marinafrenzy @today-in-fic @improlificinsarcasm @scully-eats-sushi @lappina @peacenik0

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thisweekingundamwing · 6 years ago

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TWIGW RoundUp (May 5th - 18th)

We’re doubling up the party this time. Here's your roundup from contributors for the past two weeks. Check out their stuff and show them some love!😊💖

~Mod TB

Fanfiction:

ammiehawk, Life Happened (Ch. 1 - 2) *More to come*

Rating: T

Gundam Wing + Harry Potter Crossover

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Underage

Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Treize Khushrenada

Summary: After the events of the Goblet of Fire, Harry gets some surprising news. Now with the help of friends, both old and new, he prepares for his greatest adventure yet. Prequel to Hurry Home.

arkadyevna, Opalsong (co-authors), Getting To Know Your Local Terrorist (Ch. 1 - 2) *More to come*

Gundam Wing + Venom (2018) Mashup

Rating: T

No archive warnings apply.

Relationships: Gundam Boys & Symbiotes

Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Relena Peacecraft, Original Symbiote Character(s) (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Oral Not!Fic, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Skeevy Doctors, Bonding, Revenge, bb!Symbiotes, Humour, Angst, (Duo & Wufei get All The Angst), Friendship, Podfic, Podfic Length: 20-30 Minutes, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming

Summary: To pilot a Gundam one needs a symbiote to properly interface. How each of the guys got theirs and what they think of each other. (Relena realizes these boys are Not Normal and has Theories.)

Part 8 of Arkadyevna & Opalsong's Gundam Wing AU Not!Fics

@bobo-is-tha-bomb, Come Find Me (Ch. 1 - 5) *More to come*

Rating: M

No archive warnings apply.

Relationships: Chang Wufei/Reader (You)

Characters: Chang Wufei, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Reader

Additional Tags: Mild Smut, Fluff, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: In a last, desperate attempt to fix your broken marriage, you agree to a road trip through Southern Europe. Just the two of you, trying to find back what is lost. But with so much anger and pain between you, is it even possible? There is only so much a broken heart can take...

Burn To Cinder (Ch. 1 - 3) *More to come*

Rating: M

Warnings: Major Character Death

Relationships: Zechs Merquise/Reader, Treize Khushrenada/Reader

Characters: Zechs Merquise, Treize Khushrenada, Lady Une, Mariemaia Khushrenada, Relena Peacecraft, Chang Wufei

Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Violence

Reader-Insert

Summary: Your path had been laid out for you from an early age, allowing you to move into the higher circles of society and catch the attention of one of the most powerful men in the Earth Sphere. As Treize’s mistress, you watch his rise to power and the disastrous war breaking out on Earth and in Space, putting your loyalty to the test. You are torn between your duty to His Excellency, and your unquellable lust for one of the top soldiers under his command. And when he rises to power in Outer Space, there is nothing you can do but stand back and watch them tear each other apart. This is no game of hearts, but yours is at stake, and the consequences can be felt for years to come. Labeled as OZ’s whore, you struggle to find your way, only for things to fall apart around you again. But then there is still Zechs, and the undeniable way he makes you feel…

First Mother’s Day

Rating: G

No archive warnings apply

Relationships: Heero Yuy/Reader

Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Family, Reader-Insert

Summary: There's a first time for everything.

@doctormegalomania, Eldritch Holiday (Creature of the Night) Ch. 19

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei

Additional Tags: Horror, Body Horror, Occult, Comedy, Eventual Romance, Post-Break Up

Summary: There’s something wrong with Happiness. Duo doesn’t know what, and he’s determined to find out. The rest of the Gundam Pilots tag along to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed.

Chapter 18 - Riko gets distracted. Quatre is the first to notice. Wufei really isn’t dating any of them.

@duointherain, Beneath (Ch. 6)

Rating: T

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Duo Maxwell.Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Summary: Duo goes to get his sphere. Prisoners fight back. Quatre has a fit over Duo's chemistry skills.

KageKagi, The Heir of House Black (Ch. 36)

Rating: M

Gundam Wing + Harry Potter Crossover

No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell

Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger

Summary: Harry attends Sirius's will reading and learns that there was more to the black family than anyone expected

kracken, Black Dog Blues (Ch. 5)

Rating: Unknown

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationship: Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Original Heero Yuy, Zechs Merquise, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Trowa Barton

Additional Tags: gundam wing - Freeform, Yaoi

Summary: Duo is a troubled detective who solves cases with the help of visions of the supernatural. Unfortunately, those visions are driving him slowly insane. Can his new partner Heero Yuy save his soul and his sanity? AU

liraeth_archive, Tsukino Akari

Rating: Unknown

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon + Gundam Wing Crossover

Originally Published: Jul 6, 2001

luvsanime02, Nothing Right (But Nothing Wrong, Either)

Rating: G

No archive warnings apply.

Characters: Hilde Schbeiker

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Light Angst, breaking up, Mild Language, Cocktail Friday

Summary: Hilde knew that their relationship was going to end eventually. She just wasn't expecting this.

Picturesque

Rating: G

No Archive Warnings Apply

Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Hilde Schbeiker, Heero Yuy

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Humor, Innuendo, Friendship, Cocktail Friday

Summary: Trowa resigns himself to the fact that he’s going to have to deal with three very drunk friends by the end of the night.

Saint-Miroku, The Lieutenant and The Count

Rating: T

No archive warnings apply.

Relationships: Zechs Merquise/Lucrezia Noin

Skarla, Send In the Clowns (Ch. 4)

Rating: G

No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton

Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Parallel Universes, birthday present fic, Post CATWS

Summary: Clint Barton had a secret, one that he had been carrying for so long that it didn’t even really seem like a secret anymore. It was just another thing in the long list of things that he didn’t talk about, along with his time in Korea or that mission in Budapest. The trouble was, now that Shield was in tatters with every third agent loyal to Hydra and being hunted like the rats that they were, his helpful support system had evaporated along with his second favourite bow and his salary.

@softnocturne, Date Night

Rating: T

No archive warnings apply.

Relationships: Zechs Merquise/Lucrezia Noin

tb_ll57, Whiten Out (Ch. 38)

Rating: E

Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Relationships: Treize Khushrenada/Zechs Merquise, Treize Khushrenada/Duo Maxwell, Duo Maxwell/Zechs Merquise, Zechs Merquise/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Treize Khushrenada, Zechs Merquise, Leia Barton, Mariemaia Khushrenada, Relena Peacecraft

Additional Tags: Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Future, Alternate Universe - Gundams Lose War, Preventers (Gundam Wing), Politics, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Coercion, Prisoner of War, Grooming, Mentor/Protégé, Forced Separation, Established Relationship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mental Health Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Gundams, Resistance, Angst, Really a lot of angst, It eventually bends toward happiness, Eventual Happy Ending, I swear

Summary: Zechs Merquise never left OZ to become the leader of White Fang. The Gundam Pilots never banded together at Libra to emerge victorious. Treize Khushrenada never died. There is peace-- of a kind-- but how will a new world order shape itself? This fic explores an alternate ending to a familiar tale with familiar faces.

@terrablaze514, Ionic Victory, Covalent Destiny (Ch. 1 - 2) *More to come*

Rating: M

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Underage

Relationships: OT5 Friendship (eventual 1x2, 3x4, 1x4, 3x1, 5x3, 4x2, 5x4, 2x5), Zechs Merquise/Lucrezia Noin

Characters: Trowa Barton, Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner, Heero Yuy, Zechs Merquise, Lady Une, Lucrezia Noin, Sally Po, Relena Peacecraft

Additional Tags: Preventers (Gundam Wing), Post-Endless Waltz, Homoeroticism, Dark, Terrorism, Betrayal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Organized Crime, Crime Fighting, Torture, Kidnapping, Kink Negotiation, Eventual Relationships, Secret Organizations, Multiple Pairings, Slow Burn, Threesome - M/M/M, Murder Mystery

Summary: Four months after the Mariemaia incident, the Gundam pilots turned Preventers share the same living space, keep track of missions, and everything in between. When lightning strikes amidst foul play on campus, a fire ignites for five agents to resolve their innermost frustrations. Besides, the only life they knew was war…

@wingslanding, Broken (Ch. 8)

Rating: M

Creator chose not to archive warnings.

Relationships: Heero Yuy/Relena Peacecraft

Takes place after Eve Wars; cancels FT.

Summary: One of the greatest love stories never told... this way.

WhiteWitchDark, In Which Lady Une Searches for the Pilots

Rating: G

No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Trowa Barton/Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner/Heero Yuy

Characters: Lady Une, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei

Summary: The Wars ended 10 years ago. The Gundam Pilots disappeared into legend and obscurity, but Lady Une is determined to bring them to the Preventers.

Fanart:

@ARHDian, Monthly Fanart Pic - Quatre

Amir Zand, Gundam Style

Forwarded by @pixalry.

Concept art. Illustration.

Please don’t remove artist credit.

@bluesquishylemon, I Used To Be Sweet

Inspired by: @theresareasonforthiswritingblog

Source: Gundam Wing; character Quatre Winner

Media: Pen and marker on 8.5x11 computer paper + Photoshop; Line drawing 4-27-19; Colored 5-16-19

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any character associated; I also do not earn any financial compensation for this fanart.

Request: Please credit this artist for this work when reposting - thanks!

Personal comments: Inspired by @theresareasonforthiswritingblog ‘s post titled “Headcanon: The GW Boys As Things From My Quotes List” with Quatre’s comment: “I used to be sweet, but then the world hit me in the face.” All credit for that incredible Quatreism belongs to @theresareasonforthiswritingblog ‘s genius.

@deathscythe-demiguy, Wuffers fresh out of the shower

@deejayers, Character doodles (Duo and Quatre)

@freshthoughts2020, Gundam drawing

@gundayo, Messy Quatre Sketch

@gundayum, Adulting is hard (2xH)

@GunplaBuilder45, Wing Gundam Zero

Heavyarms Prime

@ito_katsumi, 6x9 at the beach

“Don’t drink with two and eat no snacks.”

@kuhsohshokutaku, Relena, Mariemaia and Sylvia

@lemontrash, Some sketches (various GW characters)

@signales, Mille has flowers for his mom, Noin. (Mothers Day Special)

@snufffie, Heero and Trowa baking

Made for Anon.

@tiwazmannaz, LOTR/Gundam Mashup

@tomy-ogswr, Drawing of Treize and Zechs

Cosplay:

@exasperatedagent, Lieutenant Noin and Colonel Une

Photosets/Screenshots/GIFs:

@caterpie, Heero in Wing

@clair-audients, Treize, Heero and Epyon

Duo facing the colony

@disturbed02girl, The Gundam pilots from a page in Glory of the Losers.

Dorothy and Zechs, Glory of the Losers

Trowa and Heero, Glory of the Losers

Relena and Heero, Glory of the Losers

Duo and Wufei, Glory of the Losers

Trowa and Catherine, Glory of the Losers

Duo, Heero and Howard, Glory of the Losers

Lucrezia Noin, Glory of the Losers

On the Peacemillion, Glory of the Losers

@gundayo, Gundam Wing + Wizard of OZ Mashup

“How many more times must I kill that girl and her dog?”

@gundayum, Rashid’s height

Rashid’s height #2

@evacuateplanetearth, Fortnite comparison

@incorrectgundamwingquotes, Hilde Schbeiker + Text Posts

@janaverse, Quatre’s stats

@longhairedanimeguyoftheday, Duo Maxwell GIF set

@waywarddoodles, Comparing notable scenes (Gundam Wing + Gundam Build Fighters Mashup)

@wingslanding, Relena Peacecraft in Glory of the Losers

Heero Yuy (winged) in Glory of the Losers

1xR in Bambi Takada (Doujinshi)

Starcrossed lovers (1xR)

Happy Style (1xR) by Bambi Takada (Rated M)

Photo Prompts/Prompts:

@yourfavsaysgayrights, Quatre Raberba Winner says gay rights!!

@your-fave-is-a-cinnamonroll, Quatre Raberba Winner is a Cinnamon Roll

Requested by @lookitsmorefandomtrash 💖

@yourfaveplaystf2

Heero Yuy from Gundam Wing plays TF2 and mains Spy!

requested by @lookitsmorefandomtrash

Chats/Dialogs/Discussions:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes @gundaaamn @simulacraryn @novas-grimoire

Includes discussion

@noirangetrois, Episode 4 Recap (with a funny twist)

Zechs-y insanity! (Rated M)

@janaverse @gundayum @terrablaze514 @incapableofgivingup

@wingslanding, Which Heero did Relena marry?

Alpha versus Beta

@seitou @angel-no-crux @terrablaze514

Includes a meme contribution by @incorrectgundamwingquotes

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes,

A convo *ahem, argument* on seeds. Nat Geo special with Duo, Heero, Wufei and Quatre.

Direct quote from Quatre.

Duo as a priest.

After Heero kills the peaceful politicians

Star Wars spin-off

Driving... (Heero and Wufei)

Tips for Falling Asleep

At the bar.

Duo and Heero talk 50

Vine: Duo and Professor G

Nat Geo #2 (Trowa & Wufei)

Knock, knock (Wufei & Quatre)

Submission by @vegalume, starring Heero and Duo

Submission by @timelordnomad, starring Heero, Duo and Trowa

Heero and Relena

Kidnapped Quatre

Texting gone wrong

Nonverbal communication

Duo’s arrest

Disrupted appetite

Duo, Wufei and Trowa

Partners in crime…

Disney characters

Sharing a safehouse

Breaking out of the Lunar Base (5x2)

At the Lunar Base

Lady Une is the BOSS.

Tarot Reading

Group Therapy with Quatre

Cute moment (3x5)

Submission by @gwkimmy

Zechs vs. Heero

Stupidity

Submission by @janaverse

Morale

Holding Hands (3x4)

Plan B

Positivity?

Group Chat

Refrigerated Shirt

Sister Helen and Duo

Cool Socks (3x4)

On the Lunar Base

They’ll be Une’s Problem (It’s okay ‘Lena)

Getting ready to fight White Fang

Cute moment (1x4)

Bets are on! (1x2)

Unhappy Duo

Relena questions height

Duo and Quatre

Sleepover!

Random submission

Church

Relena and Dorothy

Taylor Swift

Numb

In the group chat

Advice

Test Tube Baby?

Bubble Wrap feat. @softnocturne @terrablaze514

We’re Gundam Pilots!

Catfish

Olive Garden

Pet Names (1x2)

In the group chat #2

Feelings (3x4)

During Mariemaia’s rebellion

Hate

Crime in Sanc

@official-amuro-ray,

A quote from Quatre

MoodBoards/Aesthetics:

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Feast your eyes on these.

@gundayum, Fandom Trash Bag (featuring 2xH)

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Another shot of this bag.

Gundam Wing & Two-Mix

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The pilots as Keanu Reeves

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Episode 9 Recap, featuring Zechs, Noin and Otto.

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newhologram · 3 years ago

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New's Ketamine Diary

5.28.22 Week 9/10 of at-home K Cosmic Clockwork

Today was my last day of everyday cryotherapy. I'm proud that I was able to be consistent. I went almost every single day, only skipping when I needed to work. I'm sad that it has to end for now but this will free up my time and money a lot. Driving there every morning was definitely wearing me out. I plan to return to a few cryo treatments a month when I'm able to.

Still dealing with pelvic/lowback and shoulder injury pain but it seems like the newer dose is starting to handle my fibromyalgia and nerve pain. I definitely find myself surprised by a little more stamina than usual on some days. I still have excessive daytime sleepiness from the narcolepsy but it feels like my body is starting to have a higher threshold. I saw this result about a week before I finally tried microdoses of kratom. That is also going well for my symptoms but I'm still in the experimental phase so we'll see.

Shoulder seems to have improved rapidly over the past few days. I don't doubt that red light therapy + everday cryotherapy has helped it heal fast. But if I overdo it and use my arm too much it flares a lot, so I'm still wearing my sling for another week as needed. Ortho appointment is in a few weeks. Really hopeful that this is just a bad sprain and not a tear.

PMS depression started 2 weeks before I'm due as usual. Really rough, my brain is just white noise when this happens. Just had to hunker down through it with video games and cartoons as usual. Felt very hopeless, worthless. Or maybe not worthless, I don't feel that too much anymore. I know my worth and my value, but what I feel is mourning that I can't really do something bigger in this state. I don't know exactly how to explain it. Being creative, ambitious, and chronically ill (and a Capricorn lmao) is a very difficult soul archetype mashup. Preparing myself for my period next week. For months my periods have been "I think I need to go to the ER" level of agony and even though I just went for my shoulder, I might just go if it gets bad enough. At the very least we can have on file that this is what my ovary/endo/bowel is doing to me every single month.

Had a mellow trip after my primary follow-up and then 5 days later a bit of a more intense one to process the additional stress of now needing to see an oncologist (muffled screaming). Decided to play the same music that facilitated the last deep dive I did. Not sure what it is about that album but it's been the perfect music to hold my hand through some deep processing. Melted into a lot of timelines, different versions of myself, different fates, different planets, peered through the veil and grasped at the universe I want to experience. Tried, tried, tried to put my trust in the behind-the-scenes clockwork of the cosmos.

Because if these issues had been found 5-10 years ago, maybe medical science and technology wouldn't have been able to help me as much back then. So maybe it is better that I went through what I went through in order to become who I am to go through this now when doctors know more about how to treat this. At least that's what I'm hoping.

Finished season 2 of Russian Doll. It was very helpful to watch right after k therapy. They still did a really good job of showing what these kind of deep psychological soul trips are like. Once again the overall story resonated perfectly with that I'm going through. Coney Island, and all that.

It is interesting how the past 4 years we've been hammered by media about this kind of concept: the other versions of us living other lives, the other versions of us who didn't make it. Such deep, vivid dreams that are so real and long they feel like we were living out another life--and can we connect with the other us somehow? Can we replace them or change the past to make our present better or are we stuck with the cards we've been dealt? The dreams are so real and good that when we wake up, it's confusing to find ourselves in this timeline.

More recently it's ramped up almost to a comical point. So many movies and shows that I feel are tapping at my aquarium to wake me up from the dreams where it's flooding. The water is brown and surging. I use the last of my strength to push a friend to the surface. I can still see light at the top of the water and as I sink to the bottom, I think, "I don't know if I can make it back up for air." I've always been a good swimmer, but I'm so tired I can't move anymore. A sense of peace and acceptance washes over me, mixing with the terrified dread of being in deep, dark water. There are giant eels in some dreams. But sometimes it's just a mall, filled with water and debris and screaming people. I either somehow find the strength to swim back up, or I wake up before I've drowned. I've had several of these dreams lately.

I want to make the choice to not drown. But I also want to be realistic--and prepared--for life.

#teku #new's ketamine diary

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fmdsungnam-blog · 6 years ago

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hello there! my name is dee or as my friends like to call me: total mess. but for once in my life i was pro-active and came prepared so below the cut you can find out all about sungnam. and now here we go with links: public profile, personal profile, bio and plots. drop a like on this and i’ll im you for plots or just im me and yell at me abt a plot you like all interactions are accepted here.

before you go beneath the cut TWS for bullying, fat-shaming and eating disorders/anorexia. if any of those bother you i’ll have a tw on the specific bullet point so you can skip it.

if he had a real wikipedia page it would probably read smth like: gangnam (birth name gyeon sungnam) is the lead dancer and main rapper of MARS, runner up of show me the money 6, little brother of gyeon donghae and all around professional sunshine

probably not the person you would expect to be an idol (let alone a rapper tbh)? he’s super shy and soft-spoken and doesn’t always like being the center of attention + he’s always tripping over his own feet or well nothing at all in some cases (he once bit through his own lip after tripping over nothing and falling down the stairs so like legend amirite?)

tbh he ended up becoming an idol kind of just on a whim? his initial goal was actually to become a backup dancer but after seeing his siblings debut he was like ‘yo i wanna do that too’ but we’ll get to that part first! we have to talk abt some insecurities

// TW bullying, fat-shaming // see sungnam was very overweight for most of his childhood which wasn’t really a problem for his family but almost as soon as he started going to grade school the other kids picked on him mercilessly to the point where he’d often come home in tears bc no one wanted to be friends with the “fat kid”. he ended up starting dance as a way to lose weight bc as a little kid he figured if he could lose weight the other kids would actually like him (he didn’t really grasp that it would be a shallow friendship at the time) but he quickly fell in love with dancing and his parents agreed to let him keep taking lessons bc they could see the change in him // end TW //

in the end sungnam did end up losing a little weight but more importantly he made a lot of friends and found a lifelong passion so like suck it other second-graders sungnam wins

alright now back on to how he became an idol, // TW fat-shaming // he started auditioning in late 2007 right after he turned thirteen but kept getting turned down by the various agencies he auditioned for not because he wasn’t a talented prospect but because he was “too fat” although they never exactly phrased it that bluntly sungnam was made even more painfully aware of his weight by this // end TW // eventually though he was accepted by dimensions entertainment after thoroughly impressing the judges with a self-choreographed routine to a mashup of several usher songs

not that this was exactly....a happy ending for sungnam bc it really was not at all

// TW anorexia/eating disorder // basically sungnam kept failing to meet target weights which just made the trainers angrier with him and well he got verbally berated (and even made fun of by certain trainers who also coincidentally used his siblings being thinner and idols against him quite a lot) in front of all the other male trainees quite frequently so sungnam just stopped eating he’d go for days without doing more than just crunching on ice cubes it gave him the desired result of losing weight and also became the start of a serious problem // end TW //

eventually problem or no sungnam was confirmed for the lineup of mars and while their debut wasn’t exactly under.....ideal conditions he was still really happy and proud of himself and the other members bc like even if their debut was a bit rushed and only to try and bury the scandal with alien at least they actually y’know............debuted

// TW anorexia/eating disorder // debuting didn’t really help with his problem though and eventually his food restrictions became so severe that even fans started noticing how skinny he’d become it all came to a head when he ended up fainting at the end of a The Closer stage the subsequent hospital visit consisted of telling his family, members and dimensions management that a) sungnam was in the early stages of bone density loss b) he had developed a heart arrhythmia and c) the doctors believed that he was suffering from anorexia nervosa, dimensions ended up covering the incident up and releasing a statement to the effect that sungnam had caught a really bad case of the flu before they gave him several months rest and told him to start seeing a therapist or he would be dropped from MARS // end TW //

he was still in the process of recovering (and still is actually) when Dimensions decided to throw him back to the wolves and had him not only work on the Shangri-La comeback but also audition for Show Me the Money 6 -- probably no one expected him to actually make it that far bc dancing had always been more of Sungnam’s Thing than rapping and when MARS first debuted he wasn’t exactly...........well he wasn’t Show Me the Money material in 2014

but Comeback King Gyeon Sungnam shocked everyone by making it all the way to the finals and he didn’t end up actually winning but he was first runner up which was still enough to make everyone aware that he was For Real Serious abt this rapping thing

anway here have ravi saying oh whoa whoa boy that’s no no boy no no no on a ten minute loop

#( && // ooc )#( && // intro )#this is stupid long and i meant to make it short

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katelides · 7 years ago

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One Shot 25

Prompt from itsmeblahblahblah: You should do a bechloe fic bout when Chloe and beca choose a dog... maybe you can make it sad or make it crazy where like the dog is destroying things or something... ugh I'm tired meh... or something bout a cute proposal? I know it! Ok so beca wants to surprise Chloe with proposal. Beca makes this mashup with I'm yours by Jason mraz, over their rainbow, lava, and what a wonderful world. Than add some random person that isn't pitch perfect and like ugh... I can't think... there ya go... Um... that person could be named Alex. Alex is a good friend of Beca. Beca want Alex to sing a song but says sing Whatver song you want... Alex she sings hooked on a feeling and she bring like one or two people to do the trumpet or saxophone part or something... brain is not working...

Ok this is not my best work but I tried and if it sucks… SORRY!!!

find the others on ff.net or AO3

One Shot 25

“Stop freaking out, she’s going to love it!”

Beca has been pacing in her LA office for the past 20 minutes and it has driven Aubrey crazy. The blonde had arrived in LA about a week ago to help Beca prepare for her grand proposal. “I don’t know Aubrey, that woman has been dreaming of this day since she was 6. You told me that yourself.”

Aubrey rolls her eyes but takes pity on her friend. “Everything is set, the only thing left to do is to take Chloe out for a beach walk. The one you do every night.” Beca lets out a strangled groan. “Dude this isn’t going to work, she’ll laugh and leave. She needs someone that-“ Aubrey cuts her of so fast she barely had the chance to understand it happened. “She needs you, you dumbass! You’re everything to her. You could give her a note that says Marry Me? and she’ll say yes.”

Beca’s face turns red and lets out a loud laugh. “Is it strange that I actually believe that she would?” Aubrey joins in the laughter. “My best friend is weird like that. But you should go, Alex is going to take me to the tent so we can check everything before picking up the last things. Where’s the ring?” Beca reaches into her pocket and takes out the velvet box. “You know what to do right?” Aubrey nods. “It will be perfect.”

“Miss Mitchell, your 4.30 is here.” Beca takes a deep breath and nods at her secretary. “Thank you Sandra, I’ll be there in a minute.” The brunette turns to Aubrey. “I have to go, call me if you need anything. I’ll see you tonight.” Aubrey all but shoves Beca out of her own office. “Go, everything will turn out fine. Do your job and then go back to your girlfriend.” Beca doesn’t get a chance to say anything because the door slams shut behind her. “Rude.” She mumbles dryly.

-,-,-,-,-

“Baby I’m home!” Beca walks into the apartment she shares with her beautiful girlfriend. “Baby? Chloe?” She shrugs of her coat and hangs it up before taking off her shoes. “I’m in the bedroom.” The voice travels down from the stairs. Beca doesn’t hesitate to go up them to find her girlfriend. “I was looking through some flights to maybe visit Bree. Do you think you’re up for that when you have your week off?”

Beca finds Chloe sitting on the bed with her laptop in front of her. “Sure, maybe we can head down to your parents as well?” Chloe looks up from her screen with a dazzling smile. “Oh my, yes totes! I haven’t seen them since summer.” Beca chuckles at the enthusiastic redhead bouncing on the bed. “That was like a month ago baby.” Chloe’s expression turns serious. “Hey I love my family and you know it.”

Beca holds her hands up in surrender. “I never said you didn’t. I suggested it because I know how much you miss them.” The brunette sits down on the bed with a slight sigh. “What’s wrong?” Chloe asks pushing away the laptop to the end of the bed so she can freely wrap her arms around her girlfriend. “Nothing, just a rough day.”

“Do you want a backrub? I’ll make dinner after?” Beca smiles at the thoughtful idea but shakes her head. “The only thing I want is to go and a romantic beach walk with my beautiful girlfriend and see her eyes shine in the moonlight.” Chloe squeals and pulls Beca down on the bed. She pins her down and showers her with kisses. “C-chloe pl-please s-s-stop.” When Chloe doesn’t Beca flips them around so she’s the one doing the pinning. “Well baby, it looks like I’ll be going on our walk alone.” She leans down and lets her lips ghost over Chloe’s.

Beca gets off the bed, winks at her slightly flustered girlfriend and walks out of the room. “Beca Cooke Mitchell get back in here and kiss me.” The brunette chuckles as she hears Chloe’s whine. “No can do baby, I’m going on a romantic walk.” It doesn’t take long for Beca to hear her girlfriend run behind her. What she didn’t expect was for the redhead to push her up against the front door. The kiss that followed knocked all the air from Beca’s lungs.

When they separate they’re both panting, foreheads pressed together. “Still… still want to go on that walk?” Chloe asks while catching her own breath. “Y-yes, I-I need some air… literally.” the two women burst out laughing. They put on their shoes and grab their coats and head down to the beach behind their apartment building.

“Hey what’s that?” Chloe’s points at a tent in the middle of the beach. “I don’t know, do you want to check it out?” Beca asks with a uninterested shrug. “It looks like fun, look at the lights. What if it’s a party!” Chloe is getting overly excited. “Maybe, do you want to crash it?” There’s a glint of mischief in Beca’s eyes when she says it. “There’s the Beca Mitchell I fell in love with.” Beca rolls her eyes with a smile. “Whatever you say Beale. I love you too by the way.” Beca holds out her hand and Chloe happily accepts.

The couple reaches the tent and are surprised when there’s a note at the opening.

Free date

Just enter, everything else is taken care off.

Have fun!

The two share a weary look. “Do you think this is a prank?” Chloe asks looking around to make sure. “There’s one way to find out I guess.” Beca holds the flap open and lets Chloe go in first.

-,-,-,-,-

Chloe walks in and her jaw drops. In the middle of the tent is a beautifully set up table and right in front she sees a husky puppy with a giant bow around its neck. In the far corner a band is set up. Standing with the bad is Alex, Beca’s best friend. Who starts singing the minute Chloe walks in. The first song is I’m Yours by Jason Mraz. It sounds beautiful and while Alex is singing the puppy runs up to the redhead.

Chloe falls to her knees because she can’t ignore a puppy. It’s never ever happening, not in a million years. Chloe can’t wrap her head around what’s going on and it’s not until more voices join – voices she’ll recognize anywhere – that everything starts to sink in slowly.

Chloe manages to get up with the puppy still firmly pressed in her arms to find her best friend and all the Bellas smiling at her. The Bellas and Alex perform a beautiful mash-up consisting of I’m Yours – Over The Rainbow - Lava – What A Wonderful World. Chloe turns around so she can ask Beca what all of this is but is met with another surprise when she does.

Beca is kneeling in front of her with a nervous smile covering her face.

“Chloe Anne Beale, the day I met you at the activities fair was the start of an amazing journey. It took me 5 years to sack up and finally ask you out on a date and it was the best decision of my life up to date. We have gone through many ups and down together and I can’t imagine doing that with anyone else so… Right now I want to ask you in front of all our friends and family…”

Beca points at a tablet held by Aubrey where Chloe’s family is video calling them at that moment.

“… to give me the greatest honor of becoming my wife.”

Chloe looks down at Beca who is waiting for an answer. She tries to form words but nothing comes out. She hides her face in the puppy in attempt to wipe away her tears and regain some control of her speech when she feels some cold metal brush her cheek. She looks at it and sees a beautiful diamond ring with smaller stones at the sides.

“C-Chlo?” Beca’s voice brings her back. The brunette is still kneeling and almost crying. She realizes that she hasn’t answered the question yet and that the tent has fallen extremely silent. Judging by the look on Beca’s face she’ll have to say something soon or the brunette will burst into tears. And it won’t be the happy kind.

“God yes! Yes, yes of course I’ll marry you!”

It’s as if everyone had timed it. A huge relieved breath is released. Beca shoots up and picks Chloe up to twirl her around. The brunette quickly unties the ring from the puppy, grabs him and puts him on the floor so she can slide the ring around her fiancé’s finger. Beca dips her and kisses her with passion. “I love you so much.” The happy couples gets interrupted by a loud cheer and a huge group hug.

Life was going to be great. No doubt about that…

I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT!

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Let me know what you think, feedback is always fun to have :D

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blugnettabutterflies · 3 years ago

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OK SO

This is a quite complicated mashup of things and I like angst for the hell of it so prepare yourselves. (Also it's gonna be under the cut in case of anything!) Also tagging again in case of anything! @pinkdinkydoon @ninjacattail <3

So for context, I am an Occupational Therapy student, and i implement a lot of what i do and learn here. This last few months were about attachment figures and all that jazz.

So I learned in Kid-Young Psychiatry that an adult with an anxiety issue usually when they are kids with parents under a situation when they the don't know if they are loved them or not. It's very ambivalent (and that's actually the name we give to this kind of attachment, the "Anxious-Ambivalent Attachment"). Also, I learned that they usually get this attachment when they are really young, toddler age even. And when they grow to be adults, they tend to feel that their partner is just gonna leave them.

So my headcanon was that yes Toadie had parents, and probably they loved him, even when they were kinda absent because work. But he lost them at a very young age. How? I am not so sure. It can be death, depart, staight up abandonment, you name it. But he was alone. He still remembers them tho, but dosen't talk abouit it for whatever reason.

Since the show stated that Frogs after Andrias incident were treated as the lowest class they can get, Toadie had to beat an orpahange for a while, just to get adopted and be sent back (from what i learned on Psychiatry I'll say that he was crying like crazy, and yearned for the affection but was never given properly)

When he got older, he had to accept some poorly jobs because he was a frog (I should note that I don't know where he is at this point in Amphibia.) while still being at the Orphanage. and through all of that…

He meets Frodrick Toadstool.

Now, Frodrick was probably some Toad that didn't like being a soldier but a leader itself, so he went on his way to learn politics. Trials and tribulations (And probably surely money involved and lies) made him someone who actually knows what he is doing in the range of politics, dreaming something really big: One day being at Toad Tower as a Leader.

By the time he got older and was a full adult, he was able to get him and his family (totally using the dream board they had in Toad to Redemption where his mother was there) a nice house and a good life. But since they had to be a "proper" family, they needed a buttler of sorts. And sadly, usually, those are the frogs.

So he went on his way to adopt a kid and raise him to be a servant.

Toadie.

I suppose that stuff goes as planned from there, but I am a firm believer that people who say that have a heart still have it under all trials and tribulations. They just get corrupted.

So when the time passed, Frodrick started to feel bad about the kid's demise. After all, he was just a kid (yes I know the thing he did in Toad Tax I'm getting there.) I supposed his mother did too.

And little by little, he started to treat Toadie less of a servant, and more of an actual kid of him. At first, Toadie was panicking all the time, since he took it as another adoption that would fail. Panic attacks, constant crying, thinking all the time that he will be abandoned if something goes wrong. Both Frodrick and his mother had to learn how to control that. They came up with the technique of body pressure, where they use the underside of their mouths to bring that pressure. It does work until the date.

But little by little, he started to have a bond with Frodrick. And his anxiety started to decrease, as less work was put on him and more time was put into him learning stuff, from academics to hobbies like Bugball, which Toadie became kind of an expert. He finally had someone who would stay.

And it was all great...

Until he was found by some higher members that he was treating a frog, like an equal.

They went on trial, and both tried to lie that Toadie was indeed just a servant. They were able to believe them, but just in case, they decided that Frodrick would have another job, away from where they were before.

In Wartwood.

But he wouldn't be with the kid.

That was kind of a reality check on them. Frodrick was a Toad, and Toadie was a frog. In their logic, that doesn't add up.

Toadie would just be given to another place to work, and since he probably at that point was kinda getting to the range of not going back to the orphanage, he would be given to be on his own, banned from coming back to Toadstool's mother's home again.

Toadie Absolutely Panics at the thought of being abandoned once again. The attachment situation was again being shattered and it was probably his fault.

The first panic attack that leads him to pass out appears.

And Frodrick reacts badly to that. There was no turning back to lying. He started to scream like crazy, about how insensitive they were to hurting a kid like that.

That showed that Frodrick Toadstoool had a heart for a Frog.

He basically pleaded with them to take Toadie with him, and it would look bad if some lie Toadstool gives that they almost put a kid to that condition would just float around. Frogs may be inferior, but they can do things if there's a child involved.

They fell for it, and let them keep the kid. But under a condition.

Toadie will be his assistant. Therefore, he has to agree with EVERYTHING he is asked to, no matter how painful or risky the task is. And He will be monitored to make sure that it happens.

Also, his chances of being at Toad Tower as a Head Leader were taken away until he is proven to have changed that attitude, and now he was on the road with Toadie in a place no one of them knew.

Actually, when Toadie woke up, they were already on the road.

Frodrick wanted to be mad at Toadie, he really wanted to. It was Toadie coming into their lives that made all of it happen.

But looking at the kid dejected, knowing that he is thinking the same, made him think that he just couldn't. He was just a child.

Even if he was a frog, he was still a kid, who endured a lot before.

He didn't deserve that. They would try to make it work. They had to.

But he still was upset in a way. So he took that corrupt manner into the one thing he didn't know, and nobody knew him.

Wartwood.

And so, the corrupter money-grabbing Mayor Toadstool persona came into town, with his new assistant, a little frog with new attire, including a red Bowtie that was bought just for the occasion.

Frodrick's dream was still up there: Become a head leader in Toad Tower. And he will try to look like he is worth the case. He told Toadie that as well, and promised to go together.

To make him believe in his words, he got a board where both would put stuff that motivated them, alongside some memories. That board is usually covered in order that the ones who were checking on both wouldn't see that they are still treating each other well.

He now has a kid to take care of. And he will do it. He learned to cheat his way into making the other Toads and Newts think that Toadie was now an assistant, showing to the world that he indeed takes difficult tasks, such as being a stepstool, carrying him around, and just being the one responsible for oh so many stuff in the village.

But nobody ever truly told him that the tasks were only that. He secretly took the chance to say that he had to learn Bugball to win the now made annual competitions and so win sponsors, has to read as many books as he wants to be a proper member of complicated conversations and organizations, and that he will accompany on "Trips" to other places to "Work with him" which in reality is just him indulging Toadie into stuff he would like.

That thing of them became a habit and lasted for years, creating a comfort zone where Toadie can finally relax in some way. He had now the attachment figure around and placed his major dream for him, a place where it wasn't threatening like other places he was and could be indulged. All he had to do was do everything the new Mayor said, and not talk about having his own opinions. He can do that.

And the attachment is slowly growing to be a safe attachment, where all secrets and deep conversations can be discussed with no repercussions. And he was happy.

The only thing that disturbed it, was a human, years later.

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So as you can see, I rambled elgjhrthgkrtjhktyh but that was the main idea! what do you guys think?!

So... I may have created a whole backstory for Toadie and how he ended up in Wartwood in such a high place in society while being a frog, and how he met Toadstool...

@ninjacattail @pinkdinkydoon Wanna hear it? it's lowkey-highkey wild and I kinda wanna ramble about it but I feel too weird to just jump in.

#toadie #toadstool #amphibia #amphibia headcanons

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Closing Time

Mei Lin boxes up a short rib to go | Wonho Frank Lee / Eater LA

Mei Lin made the difficult decision to close her LA restaurant Nightshade due to coronavirus. That was just step one.

In early January, Mei Lin, the chef and owner of Nightshade, a modern American restaurant in Los Angeles’s fashionable Arts District, read about a new virus spreading rapidly through China. “This is something so serious, it’s super contagious, and I knew it was going to affect the industry somehow if and when it came over to the States,” she said recently of her thinking at the time. Two months later, on March 15, when the city of Los Angeles issued its short-lived order that restaurants should reduce their dining-room capacity by half, the effects arrived, and they were far worse than she’d feared.

That night, she told her staff the possibility she’d warned them about had come to pass: They would temporarily close. “It was very somber, everybody looked sad, and I was just very apologetic,” she said. “I think everybody understood that it needed to happen.” Even at half capacity, the numbers wouldn’t work: Nightshade’s ambitious menu required a large staff of cooks and servers, and operating at anything less than full capacity wasn’t financially viable.

How do you close a restaurant? In even the most stable times, the restaurant industry is a risky bet, and closing is a decision plenty of owners have had to face in the wake of failing business or plain bad luck. But except under the worst luck (or worst business practices), there’s time to plan. Mass closures happen in the wake of natural disasters, but while there’s a bit of ambiguity about whether to say, ride out a hurricane (though, uh, don’t?), it’s clear when the storm has arrived and departed, and what wreckage it has wrought. Now, across not merely cities or regions but the entire country, and increasingly much of the world, restaurants are shuttering en masse with days’ or even hours’ notice. The path forward is murky at best, both economically and in terms of the actual crisis. In shuttered cities with inadequate testing and mounting cases of COVID-19, we wonder, is the hurricane here yet? Is it still offshore? And will the first glimpse of blue sky mark the end, or the eye?

Lin, an Eater Young Gun and Top Chef winner, spent years working toward opening Nightshade, which landed on several best new restaurant lists in 2019, including Eater’s. Her cooking mixes inspiration from her childhood, spent in her parents’ Chinese restaurant, with techniques gleaned from her time in high-end kitchens; her mapo lasagna, a sophisticated mashup of comfort foods, is one of the memes of dining-obsessed Instagram.

Nightshade earned a reputation as a stylish, playful restaurant that thrived in the swanky Arts District with 160 to 180 covers on weekend nights packed into the small, buzzing dining room with green velvet banquets. Lin said that as news of the novel coronavirus grew worse, the restaurant saw a drop in reservations, but peak weekend hours were still busy. “That actually shook me,” she said. “Why are people still going out? Stay home.” Her decision to close came in part because she realized there was no way to create six feet of distance between diners and staff to prevent the spread of the virus — their business model required that they were busy, and the risks of busy were too great.

Winding down a restaurant is not like shuttering any other kind of business; you can’t just lock the doors when most of your inventory can rot. The biggest item to grapple with was a wholesale order of short ribs for the restaurant’s showstopper dish. Lin decided to try doing takeout for a few days, primarily to partially recoup the costs of those short ribs, and advertised solely on Instagram. Nightshade didn’t partner with any delivery service, though it offered to provide curbside pickup for customers who didn’t want to come into the restaurant.

Lin decided to sell the short rib dish, which includes bibb lettuce and several types of pickles, for $65 instead of the normal $130, because that approached break even. On Tuesday, the first day of takeout, Lin said they only did eight orders. But after a story on Eater LA ran about her takeout efforts, she said customers called and placed orders while expressing their concerns for the restaurant. The short ribs were gone three days later.

Even after several days of takeout, there was a great deal of produce left over. All of it went to her staff; people could go into the walk-in and take whatever they needed. A local farm provided vegetable care packages to take home, too. Lin laid everyone off, she hopes temporarily, and encouraged them to apply for unemployment (though those systems are currently under strain). She’s not taking a salary, but the people she’s worried for are her employees. “It’s really difficult to even think about everybody trying to feed their families and pay their rents,” she said.

Every thinking restaurant owner in America right now is trapped on this same mental seesaw of risk, and the double-barreled lack of clarity about the number of COVID-19 cases and any economic relief only makes it tip back and forth more violently. Laying off staff leaves them in economic peril at the worst possible time; trying to keep people employed increases everyone’s risk of contracting the virus, and those haggard weeks of increased exposure might not even be enough to keep jobs afloat.

Lin considered keeping takeout going, but she’s still not convinced it was economically feasible. To make takeout work, she has to make $3,000 a day to cover supplies and labor, and she doesn’t know if there will be that level of demand now that every restaurant in the city is offering takeout, and as the looming recession’s shape and scope is yet to be determined. “I want to be able to provide jobs for some of my cooks that are temporarily laid off, but at what cost?” she said. “I know some people don’t even want to work, and I respect that.”

Shutting the doors on the restaurant itself, at least temporarily, was relatively simple. A few staff who wanted to keep working helped Lin do a deep cleaning of the dining room and kitchen, then rounded up some of the restaurant’s nicest dishware and other precious objects to put into storage. “I thought, Are people going to start looting soon?” she said. “I’m just trying to prepare for the worst.”

In part thanks to those four days of takeout, Lin has enough money to pay her April rent — $8,000, which is low for the Arts District — but nothing after. She’s sent an email to her landlord about the situation, but has yet to hear back. “Hopefully we get a break,” she said. “If not, we’re going to need to figure it out. [My landlord] has a lot of properties and is often out of the country.” By the time Lin was able to get to a grocery store to fill her own mostly empty fridge, the waves of hoarders had already been through. There was very little chicken left in the store, and absolutely no toilet paper.

Lin is still weighing whether to reopen and offer takeout; she’s hoping to reevaluate in two or three weeks when — and if — things settle down. Even if the crisis were to have passed a month from now, Lin could not simply reopen Nightshade. She would need the kind of capital she had at her first opening all over again. “We definitely need some dollars to reopen, I would say at least $50,000,” she said. That would cover food costs and payroll, including the expense of rehiring and retraining staff if those she had to lay off had moved on or found new jobs. If she kept the restaurant going with takeout, those costs might be blunted, at least a bit.

For now, Lin is trying to stay busy and keep moving at home, because otherwise she fears she will become paralyzed on the couch and eat everything in her fridge. “I’m one of those. I stress eat for sure,” she said. She can’t speculate on what happens if she can’t reopen; instead, she urges her customers and concerned diners to call their local representatives to make sure the crisis in the restaurant industry isn’t ignored. “I’m sure they are busy, but they really need to help us figure something out,” she said. “Otherwise there’s going to be no restaurants to go to.”

Meghan McCarron is Eater’s special correspondent

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basketcase789 · 8 years ago

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BTS Wings Tour in Newark

March 23, 2017

My most memorable moments about the concert. I tried to keep them in chronological order.

So I need to start by saying something personal. This day was the anniversary of something horrible for me from 16 years ago, so this concert was almost therapeutic for me, and I’m so so glad I have a really good memory now to replace the bad one. I was afraid the date would ruin the show for me but it didn’t really :) I’m so thankful to BTS even though they’ll have no idea

The first thing we really saw upon arriving at the venue was someone with a sign saying “lesbians love Jungkook” 👌👌👌

Outside the venue before the concert they had these booths set up where if you filled out a survey online you could take a picture with your digital(?) bias. We’re Canadian so we couldn’t use data and there was no wifi so we couldn’t do it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also I was biasless at the time so I don’t know who I’d have picked

Apparently before the show a bomb disposal unit came??? to inspect the army bombs (lightsticks). We didn’t get to the venue until merch was closing up so we didn’t know about it. Allkpop made an article about it tho

Our view + zoomed in view:

Ironically we were sitting right underneath a Canadian flag xD

While we were waiting for the show to start they had their mvs playing on the screens and everyone was screaming and singing along

We could hear people doing the fanchants during the mvs but didn’t really hear any during the show. It seemed like people preferred to sing the actual lyrics instead

The music started to get louder about half an hour(?) before the show and everyone was getting more and more excited

When the lights changed everyone lost their shit

They opened with Not Today (it was spoiled for us while we were waiting in line and talking to some other fans)

My J-Hope light up sign broke just before the concert :’(

I only realized once I turned it on for Not Today(?). One of the three battery packs was broken and I was too embarrassed when I realized so I just left the lights off

I hope he saw the lights at first and got the gist of it, or that he saw it without the lights but I doubt it because we were waaaaay at the back

The songs that I found the most lit were Fire, Dope, Cypher 4, Blood Sweat & Tears, Baepsae

The songs that ended up being most meaningful to me considering the date were Save Me, Cypher 4, and Spring Day

Some songs were kind of remix versions (Dope?)

They had a quick greeting after their first couple of songs where they all introduced themselves in English

During the first(?) ment the camera focused on Suga for a good couple of minutes and the audience was screaming like crazy, but I don’t think he knew and he seemed to be oblivious that we were cheering for him? XD just stood there like a cutie

When the camera focused on J-Hope for his turn he motioned for us to scream louder, the boy really wanted to hear us

We were surprised they performed Boy In Luv and Baepsae

BIL was a short version in a mashup with Danger and another song I can’t remember

Jin and J-Hope did a lot of aegyo throughout the show

We’re pretty sure Jin saw @observetheview‘s fan sign for him, and he blew a kiss in our direction

In my opinion J-Hope had the most stage presence, and he’s even more gorgeous and charismatic in person

With his blond hair and glowing skin he was literally the sun :3

He was the moodmaker of the show tbh, he got us to jump, wave our arms around, and cheer louder but I couldn’t really jump because I was afraid it would hurt like it did at the shinee concert

They each did their solo performances from the Wings album

They actually performed every song from Wings, I think, and in the same order off the album except for some of the solos

Jimin’s solo was super sexy??!! At one point the backup dancers picked him up yes king

Suga’s solo was so emotional, even though I don’t know the lyrics I could seriously feel the emotions

Just before Suga’s solo everyone was chanting “Min Yoongi! Min Yoongi!”

J-Hope’s was so much fun! He seemed to be really enjoying himself

And they played baby pictures of him on the screen :3 I had a hard time deciding whether to look at him or the pics

He had another dance solo later on too

I FINALLY DECIDED ON A BIAS

For years I’ve been undecided between Rap Monster and J-Hope, but I finally picked *drum roll* J-Hope!

During Rap Monster’s solo everyone chanted “We love you! We love you!”

Jin’s solo tho T_T he got so much applause and I’m glad. His performance was also super emotional and his singing was so good. Part of the stage lifted him up at one point

THEY’RE ALL AMAZING SINGERS SERIOUSLY

And they’re all cuter in person

Suga is so talented but pretty quiet

There were a ton of stage dynamics

Some of them came up from under the stage, during Jungkook’s solo part of the stage was spinning slowly, they had a phone booth on the stage during Rap Monster’s solo that he went into etc

They all spoke completely in English, but Suga added a few things in Korean like “kamsahamnida” and “saranghae”

They did not have a translator, probably because Rap Monster is fluent in English

Their ments seemed shorter/fewer compared to other kpop concerts I’ve been to (maybe because they didn’t have a translator?) Or maybe that’s just how their shows go

I had trouble hearing them at some times because the audience was too loud

They had a lot of cool VCRs!

After they saw the rainbow ocean toward the end one of them said we were their rainbow :3

Also props to the people who organizd the rainbow ocean! They handed out coloured bags to people before the show depending on what section we were sitting in

J-Hope(?) said we were his wings and that we’d fly higher together

Someone threw something onto the stage near J-Hope during one of their ments, right as he was turning, and he went WHOA WHOA and it was so cute

They held out their mics a lot for us to sing along

Especially during Dope

Rap Monster talked about how they felt when they heard the Prudential Center sold out for their shows

He asked us if we would stay with them “until the end” and had a big smile when we cheered like crazy

Sparkly red jackets!

Also J-Hope’s purple robe during Cypher 4

They didn’t perform War of Hormone which is what first got me into them :( or if they did I must have blacked out for it which isn’t uncommon for me at concerts lol

Their “last” song was Wings (Interlude) and it was so lit, everyone was clapping along

I felt like the show was just getting started when it was ending :(

2 3 and Spring Day were their encore songs

They ended with Spring Day

I had so many feelings, not only because I LOVE the lyrics, but the song came out around the time I had to go to the ER last month, and while I was kinda bed-ridden I just listened to it on repeat for days. So it has a lot of significance for me I’M NOT BEING DRAMATIC OK

The choreo for Spring Day stands out the most for me, it was honestly so beautiful 10/10 HIGHLY RECOMMEND

V got ahold of one of the fan banners and kissed it

Jungkook put an American flag around his shoulders

They all stayed on the stage a really long time after Spring Day, while the ending of the song kept playing on a loop

They made sure to wave at literally everyone

They were giving us hearts, especially V

J-Hope looked emotional toward the end

They made sure we recognized the backup dancers and their contributions to the show and they all bowed together

V was the very last one to leave the stage, along with J-Hope

There were credits on the screen afterwards, and clips of all of them preparing (for their tour?)

We could only afford to go to the one show :(

Bonus: I had a BTS related dream after the concert. In it me and @observetheview were driving to her apartment after the concert and on the way I spotted Suga and another member I couldn’t remember upon waking, standing at a bus stop in a residential area. I waved my BTS hat at them as we drove by xD

Me + my hat:

Also I have some vids that I took in my bts in newark tag but they’re not great because my phone sucks

#bts #bangtan #bts in newark #i might have to stop going to kpop concerts because the depression afterwards is soooooo bad #fan account #bts fan account #also sorry I don't know how to fix the mobile formatting

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DJ For Hire

With this one I was bored and motivated. I typed it awhile ago and just got round to finishing it soo boom. Also on AO3 and Wattpad .

Beca grumbled as the melody from her alarm filled the room for what seemed like the 15th time that morning. She had heard it so many times she was confident she could play it by ear, in fact her active mind was even contemplating how it could work in a mashup, but she was tired, so she swiftly rolled over and tried to hit snooze, almost aggressively as she attempted to slide the bar in the 'off’ direction without actually looking at it.

She suddenly stopped her attempt at murdering her phone upon realizing that the tune was different. Upon realizing it was a call, she fumbled to grab her phone, first dropping it on her face before successfully pulling it in front of her to see who it was. She groaned, squinting her eyes at the harsh screen light that flashed in her face.

[Caller ID Unknown]

she swiped and answered anyway, forcing herself to sound awake, she was oddly good at pulling off that she wasn’t in fact asleep two seconds beforehand. This was a skill that Stacie had taught her, who was often in the middle of sex at least 30% of the time that Beca had called her. It wasn’t quite the same thing, but it certainly helped.

“I would be more than happy to work for you within that price range.” Beca said excitedly into her phone, as she made her way downstairs with her messy bed hair. “Tomorrow? Sure I’ll show you some samples then. You’ll like my unique spin on things. I look forward to it, Beca-Out.”

“Yikes”

[“And who was that?”]

Beca turned her head and directed her attention to her housemate, Fat Amy. “Must be important Beca, you hardly ever come down early in a good mood.” Amy teased. “Especially on your day off” she added.

Beca walked into the kitchen and began pouring a glass of juice. “It was a client of sorts, a bridesmaid, I’ve been asked to DJ at a wedding” she said walking back into the living room. “When?” Fat Amy asked “ Uh, this weekend actually. Its last minute I know, but their DJ canceled and I might be their replacement. I’m going to be showing them some demos tomorrow.”

“Beca that’s amazing!” Fat Amy said sitting forward “You’re finally putting yourself out there. And this time its in a way that won’t get you arrested.” Beca rolled her eyes “That was your fault Amy.” Beca stated recalling the events of the smashed shopping window. “Shhhhh” Fat Amy said as she stood up and approached Beca. “So how much are they paying you?”

“Uhh between $100-200 dollars.” Beca reluctantly admitted. “Beca!” Fat Amy gasped as she abruptly placed both hands on her shoulders. “You’re worth more than that. Given how much you’re going to put into this you should have asked for more.” Amy said whilst slightly shaking her before moving her hands away.

“Yeah but I felt awkward… and this is a big deal for once, It’ll be fine. I’ll handle it okay? Isn’t that cheesecake finished defrosting now?” Beca said trying to change the subject.

“Ooh you’re right!” And with that Fat Amy rushed over to the Kitchen to prepare it.

“I still don’t understand how she can stomach that first thing in the morning” she mumbled to herself.

The next day Beca was up early. She had loaded up five of her best demos on to her USB plus one more that she had prepared last night, it was based off of the songs she was told the client liked.

Before Beca could leave through the door her phone buzzed. She glanced down eagerly to read the text. {Changed our minds. We spoke to your agent. We’ll pay you $1000}

Beca’s eyes widened upon reading the last part. “$1000!? Amy you’ll never guess what.” Beca said as she rushed into the living room. “It’s weird. You know that client I was telling you about? They just text me to say they’re increasing my money to $1000 they said they talked to my agent.” Beca then paused “The thing is. I don’t have an agent…?” She said almost awkwardly as she double checked the text.

“Uh, actually you do have an agent.” Beca squinted in confusion

“I’m your agent,” Fat Amy said somewhat slowly.

“What?”

“Yeah, I may of. Kind of…” She started to mumble “Did actually… call and pretend to be your agent.” she tried to say quietly whilst turning her head away from Beca’s confused stare.

“Fat Amy! you can’t just- what did you say?”

“Well, I told them the truth. That a highly skilled professional DJ such as yourself needs better pay, granted they’re still not giving you professional level pay, but I told them that if they want you they have to pay up cos um we have other suitors. So they increased it” Beca felt herself tense up as her irritation grew.

“That could have backfired Amy! ugh, I’m kinda mad but at the same time too stressed to focus on that. The issue is I am not professional enough. I lack the equipment. Everything. I can’t show up with my current gear…”

Fat Amy placed her hand on Beca’s shoulder. “Beca.” she said sincerely “Why do you think I’ve been borrowing money from you all this time?”

“Wait,” Beca said sharply turning her head towards the blonde. “You’ve still been doing that?” Her irritation grew further as she narrowed her eyes into a glare.

“For 4 years.” Fat Amy answered casually. “What!?”

“But it all had a purpose Beca. Let’s be honest, you’re terrible at saving money, so I saved for you.” Beca looked on curiously. “I saved up $3000 to be exact.” Fat Amy said whilst nodding her head impressed with the amount herself.

“Holy crap what? How did–”

“I did it so you could buy all that expensive DJ stuff. And guess what, you can, you can finally get all that professional equipment.” she said enthusiastically before mumbling “Some of it anyway.” Fat Amy then grabbed Beca’s hands “ You can finally be the BIG BM at the wedding! Beca Effin Mitchell slaying her dues! The killer DJ I knew you always could be!”

Beca didn’t know whether to laugh to smile or cry. Which is something she hated doing. “I don’t even have the words. Thank you? I think? Uh. How much were you stealing from my purse?”

Fat Amy shrugged as she reached for a pack of chips she had stashed under a cushion. “It varied. Sometimes $20 the usual amount. Other times $50 sometimes $100. You’re really bad at keeping track of money.”

“I can … See that”

What Fat Amy didn’t admit was how she had thrown in some money of her own.

Beca glanced up at the clock. “Crap, I’ve got to go and meet them. Uh” Beca fumbled to grab her bag and car keys “Fat Amy, transfer that money to my bank” “Uh it’s in cash?” “Who keeps $3000 in cash? ugh, I can’t talk right now just do something” Beca then flew out the door and rushed down the path to her car.

After an hours drive, Beca finally arrived at the client’s address. She bounced her leg up and down as she eagerly waited at the door, staring at the glass panels to see if she could see someone approaching. Things were already off to an awkward start, when the door opened the lady immediately went in for a hug but Beca responded with a handshake.

Beca could have kicked herself as she followed the lady inside her home. “I am so sorry Becky, the Bride to be just popped out. But don’t worry! I’m happy to listen to the samples, I’m kind of in charge of managing things and a top tier DJ such as yourself must be busy” she said with a light laugh.

“That’s me” Beca smiled whilst instantly murdering Amy in her head. The amount of pressure she was now under was unreal, but at the same time she loved a challenge.

“I’d be more than happy to show you, uh-” Beca paused not knowing the woman’s name “Oh, Kirsty” Beca smiled then loaded up her laptop, she slotted in her USB and opened up her files. Connecting her Beats portable speaker “Okay so I did a mashup with most of the Bride’s favorite songs. So, let me know what you think” she said as she clicked play.

The music filled the room. Beca watched Kirsty cautiously, trying to gauge whether she liked it. She felt a surge of relief come over her as she saw a smile spread across the lady’s face. Kirsty then suddenly turned to Beca “Oh my god!” she said very loudly, as the music continued to play in the background, Beca didn’t have a clue as to why she was suddenly so vocal.

“You even included Titanium in here!” Beca shifted her eyes left and right as she answered wearily “um yeah, it wasn’t on the list you gave me… but it fit- is that a problem?” She winced whist asking, fearing she had screwed up. “No! its the opposite, my niece loves that song!” Beca smiled faintly “It’s a good song” she said with a hint of sadness as a certain someone popped into her head.

“Well, I’ve already decided I want to hire you officially.” “Seriously? that’s- that’s awesome, just after one sample?” Beca questioned her, which she could have kicked herself for again. “That sample blew my mind! Its all I needed. I’ll let the Bride know that we’ve got ourselves a killer DJ! Sorry for using the word Bride so much, I’m just so proud. I won’t get to use it often so I’m making the most of it” Beca smiled ‘Yeah you’ve used it so much I don’t actually know the Bride’s name’ Beca commented internally as she slid her laptop back into her bag.

“So I’ll see you Saturday night then?” Beca said as she slung her bag over her shoulder “Oh um, actually Becky, can you come tomorrow night as well? We’ll pay you extra of course. The thing is my niece has this dance planned and she wants to rehearse it at the actual venue before the wedding. She’s been practicing for months! but needs to get a feel for the actual dance floor so if it’s not too much trouble?” Beca smiled “No problem at all, just message me the song, time and place and I’ll be there” “Oh, it’s not a known song. I’ll give you the USB on the day. Thank you so much Becky!” Beca nodded “Don’t mention it” she said cheerfully then headed out the door, laughing to herself softly “Why can’t people ever get my name right” she said rolling her eyes, finding it amusing that after all these years no one could simply just call her 'Beca’.

As Beca drove off another car pulled into the driveway. Out climbed two redheaded women carrying a lot of shopping bags. “Mom, I think you bought too much stuff y'know” the younger redhead said sounding muffled as she talked with her mouth up against the bags. “Oh, Chloe don’t be silly. Its a big day! we go big in this family” the other woman replied as they headed inside their house.

“Chloe, Sis, you’re back!” Kirsty said greeting them as they came in through the door. “You just missed our DJ, her samples were amazing. So I hired her, and she’s going to come down tomorrow night so you can practice that dance you have planned Chloe” Chloe smiled “Aus! That’s one less thing to stress about”. Chloe’s mom laughed “Its you darling, you’re going to continue to stress either way” Chloe pouted “Mom!” “I know, I know, its only because you want everything to be perfect.”

As Beca turned her key and opened the door Fat Amy was waiting eagerly to greet her, she questioned her about what happened and seemed overjoyed at the fact that they wanted to hire her.

“There’s one problem though.” Beca said with a sigh “They want me there tomorrow, meaning I need to get all my equipment today!” Beca scratched at her head, she wasn’t sure how she was going to manage, she was always juggling too much and it was starting to wear her down. “Relax Beca, I have connections. I’ll ensure you get it today. I promise”

“Like that’ll happen,” Beca said dismissively.

A few hours later Beca found herself staring in amazement. Fat Amy truly was connected. They managed to get most of the things that Beca had wanted. She had only ever dreamed of owning this kind of top tier equipment, never before did she think she’d be thankful that someone was stealing from her, although Fat Amy still insisted that it was 'Borrowing for her own benefit’.

Beca thought she would be able to relax once she purchased the equipment but now she found herself with another dilemma. Transferring it to the venue.

“Yeah, that’s not fitting in my car.” She said as she looked over the pile of tech in their living room. “I still have The Bellas mini bus? I put it into storage. We could use that? I’ll drive you. I don’t think you’d be able to see over the wheel” she mocked and Beca just sharpened her eyes playfully. “Thanks Amy, that’d mean a lot. Who knew you could be so reliable?”

Fat Amy smiled “I’d do anything for the people I care about. But let’s not get all mushy.” Fat Amy then flopped down on the sofa “So what’s the plan now?” She inquired as she started flicking through the TV channels.

“Slave the night away preparing their set. Its gonna be tight but I can do it.” Beca said as she loaded up her laptop. As Fat Amy glanced over she couldn’t help but notice that Beca couldn’t seem to stop smiling. “Someones happy” she commented, “I’m finally doing a big venue!”

When morning came Beca wasn’t feeling so positive. She groaned as she heard her alarm going off within her dream. Slowly being pulled back into reality. She turned it off and promptly sunk her head back into the pillow.

“Nuh-uh not happening” Fat Amy, who was now standing in her doorway said. She came over and abruptly yanked the sheets off of Beca. “DUDE!” Beca yelled as she suddenly got blasted with the cold air of the room, instantly missing the warmth of her duvet. “You can’t afford to oversleep Beca! This is a big day for you and for someone else.”

“Amy! Its the rehearsal. Not the actual wedding.” Beca whined “And I set my alarm an hour early just so I could snooze!”

“Oh.” Fat Amy said shrugging “Well, my intentions were good. Can you make breakfast?” Beca narrowed her eyes “You didn’t forget. You just wanted me to cook didn’t you.” Beca said squinting her eyes in disapproval.

Fat Amy just laughed “Yeah Beca. I just y'know, fancied some really burnt, crispy charcoal toast and overly dry beans.” Fat Amy said somewhat sarcastically. “By make I meant go and buy us something whilst I get the Bus ready.”

Beca smirked and slowly climbed out of bed. “You made your point” she said with a light chuckle. “I’ll go get us something.”

Time flew by. And before Beca knew it she was at the venue. The workers were already unloading the equipment from the Bus. She watched them like a hawk to ensure they didn’t damage her precious equipment. Once it was safely inside she headed in.

As she walked through the hall she found herself turning upon being tapped on the shoulder. “Beca? That is you isn’t it!” The woman said as she forced Beca into a hug. Beca’s eyes widened upon realizing just who it was. “Chloe never told me you were coming. Silly me. Of course she’d want you here on the big day.”

Beca felt sick.

'Of course she’d want you here on the big day’

Chloe’s mom’s words echoed through her head over and over again. Before Beca could even think of a sentence she was tapped on the shoulder again. She turned, this time more hesitantly. It was Kirsty “Ah Becky good you’re here. Are you okay to set up now?” Beca just nodded and made her way over to where her equipment was placed. Her mind was a mess.

As she looked into the distance she saw her. That long red hair, and toned figure. It was none other than Chloe Beale herself. After a year and a half of not seeing her, Beca couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. But given the circumstances now really wasn’t the time to be checking her out.

Chloe approached her mom “Chloe, I didn’t know you invited your friend?” Chloe looked confused “Mom I thought we discussed this? You said it was fine for Aubrey to come along?” Chloe’s mom shook her head “I’m not talking about Aubrey. I’m talking about Beca. The one with the headphone tattoo?”

“Wait, Becas here?” Chloe couldn’t fight the urge. She immediately found herself looking in all directions to see if she could spot the familiar brunette. “Are you sure it’s Beca, Mom? It’s really important that you’re sure”

Chloe’s mom nodded, looking even more confused “Yes? Why?” Chloe didn’t answer she just recklessly began dodging her way in and out of people in an attempt to spot her. She wasn’t sure why she was acting the way she was, they hadn’t spoken in over a year and yet here she was. Overcome with this form of desperation to make contact with her.

Beca, however, was thinking the opposite. After concluding that it was Chloe’s wedding this was the last place she wanted to be. She noticed the redhead getting closer and promptly dropped to the floor. Her small size had its benefit as she was successfully hidden behind her speakers that were almost as big as her.

Beca reached for her phone as she tried to peer over the top of the speakers. She quickly ducked as she watched Chloe walk by. She then dialed a number and pulled her phone to her ear.

“Beca, wassup?” Fat Amy asked.

“I can’t do this.”

FA: “Beca, what do you mean you can’t do it? Of course, you can. Do you need some more of my confidence? how about I give you my last jam doughnut”

Beca fell silent. It was a long pause that lasted at least 40 seconds.

…

FA: “Alright. You’re on to me. That doughnuts been there for weeks, even I won’t eat it.”

There wasn’t even a slight hint of laughter or a sarcastic comment as a response. Just another 20 second pause.

…

FA: “Um, Beca?”

“Chloe’s here.” Beca said sounding pained as she talked in a quiet voice.

FA: “What? Are you sure maybe someone just– actually. It’s Chloe. She’s ginger. She’s pretty distinctive.”

Another pause.

“It’s her wedding Amy, she’s getting married. And I just feel so–” Beca quickly changed her tone to a more angry one. If she was going to discuss this she didn’t want Amy getting the wrong impression. "I mean we should all be annoyed right? This is a big deal. It’s been over a year and what? she doesn’t call and now she’s getting married! You should tell your friends when you’re getting married!“ Beca’s voice almost cracked as she got more emotional than she intended to.

FA: "Um… Beca I don’t know how to say this.”

“I mean! If you’re getting married you should at least tell one of us. Y'know one of your closest friends even if it has been over a year… How could she not contact a single one of us? How could she not tell m–”

FA: “Beca, hold on a second…” Fat Amy said sounding pained as she interrupted her.

“Chloe uh… She contacts all of us. Frequently actually, even for matters such as not having biscuits in the biscuit tin. The um… The only one she doesn’t contact is you…”

Beca slowly pulled the phone away from her ear. She just froze. Completely numb to everything around her.

'The only one she doesn’t contact is you.’

FA: “Beca?? Hello? You still there?”

- End-

I have places I can go with this so if you’d like more of this lemme know! And as always, tell me your thoughts and thanks for reading :)

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