#so uhh… guess I’m in that mood (thinking about who I most want in Smash)
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fierykitten2 · 11 months ago
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My brain: okay here’s an idea - what if Dr. Stewart was in Smash? Ooh, ooh, and add Walking Wake and Iron Leaves!
Me: What an original idea (sarcasm). I love it (not sarcastic) let me think about this for a bit!
My brain: okay… I know how much you love Iron Crown so what if instead of Walking Wake and Iron Leaves it’s all of the Proto Beasts and Neo Swords that end up in Smash alongside Robert? And think about the destruction when Raging Bolt and Iron Crown are training and they use their signature moves against each other/the punching bag!
Me: sounds cool
My brain: okay but since you’ve got Robert there wouldn’t it be sad if Goroh and Pico weren’t also there?
Me: well maybe but I’m not as desperate for the two of them in Smash as I am for Robert (and Walking Wake/the Proto Beasts and Iron Leaves/the Neo Swords) though I do still think it would be bad news if Pico and Ridley met
My brain: hey I bet Robert hangs out in the hospital wing a lot during his “free” time (when he’s not smooching Falcon) and has to give the fighters like Samus and Mewtwo with some alteration or similar to their DNA and you know who’s not in Smash but makes a lot of sense in Smash and happens to have “an unstable genetic makeup”?
Me: fine, I can think about Eevee joining Smash too. But no more! That is enough
My brain: …
My brain: Okay but you know how much you want a Ring Fit rep and how much you’ve been obsessing over Animal Crossing recently?
Me: Eevee’s the last one!
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twokinkybeans · 4 years ago
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The Arachnoids: ROCK BAND AU [Starker] - Chapter 6: HEADSTART HERO
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Chapter 6: Headstart Hero
Peter knows exactly what it feels like to be standing in the crowd, anticipating the start of a show. The strange connection you feel with all these people that you’ve never met, the laughter, the chatter, the excitement coursing through your veins as you wait for the lights to finally dim.  Standing backstage holds the same kind of elation; yet it’s completely different. He too, is waiting for the lights to dim. Every time the lights flicker, every time the crowd makes a little more noise, he feels his heart skip a beat. It can’t be healthy to be so tense. His ribcage feels tight and he swallows. Peter tries to shift his guitar strap a little in the hopes of gaining some breathing space. Not that it helps of course, ‘cause it’s not the strap that restrains him.
Next to him, MJ and Ned are fighting equal battles with themselves. Playing for the New Year’s Eve show had been challenging enough, but somehow, this feels different. Like they’re gonna have to prove their worth. This is their chance to get their name out. To connect with potential fans. It’s overwhelming. Very, very much so.
It shouldn’t be long now, please, please don’t keep him waiting any longer. He-
The lights dim at last, and Peter is hit with the screams emerging from the crowd. Astonished, he knows he should jump to action right now. It’s almost as if someone else takes over his body when a broad smile plasters itself on his face and he runs into the stage lights.  “Welcome!” MJ laughs into her microphone. She looks absolutely stunning. Her aquamarine dress swirls around her loosely as she walks. Venus, for sure. “We are the inner concentric, the outer radial lineament, the spider-like volcano-tectonic structures from Venus. We have come to Earth to give you a hint of the whirling desire that is found on our planet. We are… The Arachnoids!”
Ned kicks off with a fast-paced rhythm, the deep vibrations of the bass drum tingling on Peter’s skin. Everything about this makes him feel so utterly hyped up. He lets his pick rain down on the strings, earlier nerves forgotten. His fingers glide over the notes so easily. The stage lights are blinding, but he knows how big the arena is. He knows exactly how many people are out there- watching him, cheering for him. 
He walks forward, dancing to MJ’s sweet harmony, and slides to his knees to get a break from the lights for a quick second. The group of young adults pressed against the front barrier raise their hands to him and scream. Peter’s eyes widen when he sees one of the girls is wearing a bright-pink tee with ‘The Arachnoids’ written on it with a black marker. He grins widely at her and winks. The girl instantly tears up and brings her hands together in a heart-shaped symbol. “I love you, Peter!” She mouths excitedly.
Peter can’t help the stunned chuckle that rises from his chest and he stands up again, walking over to MJ while quickly waving to the girl in the crowd once.  Then, he turns around and leans against MJ, his head dropping backwards onto her shoulder. MJ plays along. She moves her hand up to ruffle through Peter’s hair as she keeps on singing through the high notes of the chorus. “And now we’re hoooo-hoooooome!”  Peter jumps away from her and bounces on the balls of his feet and moves his head along to the music. He runs towards the other side of the stage, giving the crowd a good show as he keeps playing with his instrument raised high in the air.
Somehow, his glance is pulled towards the small backstage area he can see from there. Tony’s seated on top of the transport cases again, watching the show intently. Peter can’t help feeling surprised at the fact that Tony’s here watching them play. 
Peter swallows when he realizes that his solo is coming up, the exact one Tony had given him the unsolicited advice about earlier today. He presses his lips together and makes the split-second decision to play it Tony’s way. He may not have practiced it yet, but he knows he can do it. He wants to. Why he wants to please Tony so badly is a mystery to him, but he doesn’t have time to think about it. That’s how he takes a few steps closer towards the edge of the stage and takes a deep breath. His fingers find their usual pattern, his pick hitting each snare perfectly- D-string, he reminds himself. Play the F on the D-string. 
And oh, Tony had been right. Peter flies through the solo so much easier than ever before. Endorphins release from his brain and make him feel nice and warm all over. He turns his head to look at Tony again. The man’s eyes are wide as he watches Peter play all the way through the solo with ease, and Peter wonders if the man had expected him to actually listen. Peter most certainly didn’t.
As soon as the solo ends, he breaks his gaze with Tony’s and resumes playing chorus’ rhythm, walking over to Ned who’s happily smashing on his drums. The new kit suits him perfectly. Peter has to suppress the urge to look at Tony again and he scoffs quietly to himself. He’s starting to get weirdly attached to the other guitarist. Asshole or not, there’s… something about the man and it’s inherently annoying to Peter. So, that’s why he refuses to look over even once for the rest of the show, and by the end of the set, he’s nearly forgotten that it even happened. 
Nearly.
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“You guys were fantastic out there- Woah!” Harley laughs and pulls Peter into a tight hug. Peter chuckles, patting the other boy’s back in return. It’s a little awkward, with his guitar between them, but the intention is what matters most. “Thanks, dude!” Peter sighs happily and pulls back. He only then realizes how much his shirt is sticking onto his skin. “Ugh, I need a change of clothes.” Harley chuckles at that. “One month into this tour and you won’t even notice anymore,” he jokes. “We’ll all walk around smelling like shit- part of the fun, I say!” Peter laughs and shakes his head at that. Harley, in return, looks very pleased with himself.
“Hey, I gotta go switch the stage set-up- eh, tell MJ I’ll talk to her later?” Harley asks, leaning in a little as if he doesn’t want anyone else to hear it. MJ’s standing a couple of feet away from them, talking to Liz, one of the other roadies working on this tour. “Uhh, sure!” Peter answers, noticing the small blush that spreads on Harley’s cheekbones. The blonde grins and glances over at MJ once more before taking a step back. He finger guns at Peter and winks. “You’re a hero!”
Peter snorts, it’s adorable how clearly the boy is trying to get MJ’s attention. Not that he actually has to try very hard. MJ and Harley have been messaging each other every single day since the New Year’s Eve show. Sometimes they even facetime. Peter can tell that MJ is slowly starting to open up to the idea of Harley possibly liking her, but he’ll keep his mouth shut about it. She has to figure it out herself. In her own time. 
“Hero,” Tony scoffs from behind him. Peter has to actively keep himself from rolling his eyes at the remark and he turns around. “That’d be me,” he deadpans. Tony lets out a surprised laugh at that and Peter feels a stupid happy feeling emerging in his chest. No, he reminds himself. Don’t let him get to you. He doesn’t want to befriend the man so quickly. He might be less of a prick today, but that doesn’t mean he’s suddenly a kind presence to be around. He’s very much not that. “Space hero… Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” “I guess.” Peter eyes the man, unsure what he wants from him. Tony licks his lips once and tilts his head.
“So,” Tony starts slowly. “Seems my advice wasn’t that bad after all, mmh?” “I never said it was bad.” “But you didn’t like it.” “I didn’t ask for help, Tony.” Peter narrows his eyes a little, trying to read the man’s face. Tony’s deep brown eyes hold something so… Unexplainable. It’s no fragility, neither is it playful. It’s some weird mixture of every possible emotion out there. It makes it feel both very intense and deep, and closed-off at the same time. There’s so much to see that it’s impossible to know what’s truly going on. Peter sighs. “Unsolicited, but it worked. Yes. Thank you.”
“Ah,” Tony exclaims proudly and Peter instantly wishes he hadn’t said it. It’s irritating and he knows that whatever words Tony will speak next, it’s gonna be something cocky again. “When the student is ready, the teacher appears. Mmh, never thought it was true. When do we start your classes?” Peter huffs and looks away for a second.  “I’m not taking classes from you. I’m sure you got better things to do than waste your time on beginners like us.” Peter instantly regrets his words when he sees a flash of rejection on Tony’s face. The man straightens his shoulders, eyebrows furrowing together. Peter knows that whatever he said, it triggered the man’s jerkiness full force. “Fine, I’m just trying to be nice. But you’re right, Peter. I got better things to do,” Tony spits out and he stalks off.  “Fuck,” Peter mutters to himself. He messed up. Nice job, Parker. Keep going like this and you’ll find your ass on a plane back to New York first thing in the morning. He wishes he knew what had set Tony off so much, but at the same time, he can feel anger bubbling up inside him. It’s so utterly frustrating that Tony can’t handle anything without stomping his feet and throwing a tantrum. It’s not Peter’s problem. It’s not his issue to solve. “Go fuck yourself,” he mumbles quietly. Feeling annoyed with the fact that the whole, hazy feeling of post-concert bliss has shattered. 
“Hey Pete, we killed it out there!” Ned interrupts his thoughts as the drummer nudges his side. “And those fangirls in the front, can you fucking believe it? We got fans!” Ned’s enthusiasm instantly lightens Peter’s mood a little. Tension leaves his body and he grins widely at Ned. “We’re gonna be huge, Leeds. One day, I’m telling ya!” “Let’s toast to that, boys!” MJ chimes in and hands both of them a small bottle of water. Peter eagerly takes it from her hands and skews the cap off.
“You,” he says as he brings the bottle to his mouth, “-are a lifesaver.” “I know,” she smirks and chugs some water down as well. “Has anyone seen Harley? He said he’d see me after our set,” she then asks, voice wavering slightly. She cranes her neck to try and spot him. “He just hopped by, told me to tell you he’d see you later. Not sure what he was up to, but running ‘round as always,” Peter tells her. MJ seems pleased with the information that Harley told Peter to make sure she wouldn’t feel left behind. “Poor dude,” Ned mumbles. “I’m sure he doesn’t get paid even half of what he deserves.” “He loves the job, though,” MJ smiles. She tilts her head at Peter. “I saw you talking to Tony, by the way! He seemed nice today?”
Peter scoffs. “He sorta was, in his own way. But one wrong word and he turned all bitchy again.” “Ugh, there’s always some issue with him, isn’t there? Do you still wanna watch their set after that?” “Yes,” Peter answers. “They’re a good band. Who knows when we’ll be kicked off the tour, we should enjoy it while it lasts.” He tries to bring it jokingly but knows it sounds petty as fuck. Dammit, Tony sure brings out the worst in him.  “Yeah,” MJ smiles. “I vote we stay.” Peter simply nods and takes another big sip from the water and wipes the small stains of sweat from his forehead using his sleeve. He still feels low-key guilty about the whole encounter with Tony. The least he can do is watch the show and give them their support. He’ll have to try to ignore the nagging thoughts clawing at his mind. He can do that, he hopes.
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peterpparkrr · 6 years ago
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(Alex Standall x Reader): Mercy (pt 10)
Summary: After you heard the tapes you broke up with Alex because you thought that he was still in love with Jessica. But when you find out that he tried to commit suicide you take a look back at your relationship and realize you may have made a mistake.
A/N: This one’s uhh...intense, so, get ready for that. I apologize in advance.
(pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3) (pt 4) (pt 5) (pt 6) (pt 7) (pt 8) (pt 9) (pt 10) (pt 11) (pt 12) (pt 13)
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The next day wasn’t much better. There were still whispers and stares as you walked around school but people had already started to move on to new gossip and drama, specifically about Bryce and the fact that Marcus had called him a rapist. Compared to the past few days it seemed relatively drama-free and you were starting to think that maybe things were finally going to start turning around.
However, when you got home from school your mood quickly changed when you walked into your room.
Everything was a mess. Your room wasn’t necessarily the cleanest but this. Someone had destroyed your room. Everything was on the floor. All of your clothes were pulled out of your dresser and closet and littering the floor. The books on your bookcase were pulled off their shelves and a majority of them were ripped to shreds. Everything from your desk as emptied out. Your lap was smashed on the floor as were all of the pictures frames you’d had. Your sheets were stripped off the bed and looked like they’d been ripped to shreds as if by an animal.
You walked through the mess gingerly and when you got to the bed you noticed there was a piece of paper laying on top of your mattress. You opened it up to only drop it quickly when you realized the message on it was written in blood. In harsh, bold letters it read “you talk you die bitch”
“Alex,” You cried when he picked up after you fumbled to dial his number, “Someone, someone broke into my house-my room, ohmygod Alex they destroyed everything,” You manage to get out.
“Are you hurt? Are you safe now?” He asks, clearly alarmed, “I’m on my way over, I’m texting Zach.”
“I’m fine, it’s just-please get here soon-I don’t know what to do,” You tell him.
“Is anyone else home? Did they do anything to the rest of your house?” Alex asks.
“No, everyone’s gone still, I don’t think my parents will be home ‘til late. I don’t think they did anything else, everything else seemed normal when I walked home.”
“Okay, okay, should you call the police? You need to call right? Should you call my dad?” Alex asks.
“No!” You replied quickly as you stared down the note you still had clutched in your other hand, “No… I can’t call the police, no one can know that this happened,” You tell him.
“(Y/N)...” Alex replied slowly, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I-I’m fine, Alex, I can explain it when you get here, it’s complicated…”
“Okay, we’re pulling up to your house right now, everything’s going to be okay, we’ll come up,” He tells you before hanging up the phone.
A minute or so later you heard grumbles and you could tell Zach was helping Alex get up the stairs to your room. You quickly wiped at your eyes and turned around just was they made it to your doorway.
“Jesus Christ,” Zach muttered as you stepped over to them and wrapped your arms tightly around Alex, hugging him as tight as you could.
“(Y/N), oh my god,” Alex says as he squeezes you as hard as he can, “Thank god you’re okay.”
“Who would do this?” Zach asks as he looks around in disbelief.
“I don’t know,” You reply, “but, uh… they left this,” You tell them as you grab the note off of your bed and hand it to Zach. They both read through it and share a glance before turning back to you.
“We’ve gotten similar notes,” Zach tells you, “Not just us, Jess got one too, and Clay got driven off the road, it has to be someone trying to keep us quiet during Hannah’s trial, we think it’s Bryce or someone he’s paying to do it.”
“But no one knows I’m testifying, I only told you guys and my parents,” You tell them.
“I don’t know, I guess someone found out somehow,” Zach replies.
“But this is insane, who would do this just to keep (Y/N) quiet during the trial, what could she possibly say that would be so bad that Bryce or someone would do this to her?” Alex asks.
“I have no idea, but (Y/N), you need to tell someone, you need to talk to Alex’s dad.” Zach insists.
“No! If I tell someone then who knows what this person will do next? Bryce could destroy my whole life, my future, if he wanted to,” You argue.
“At least tell your parents,” Zach pushes.
“Are you kidding? They’ll make me call the police, they’ll make it a whole spectacle,” You tell him, “No, we need to clean this up, no one but us can know that this happened, not Jess, not Clay, none of the others.”
“(Y/N)-”
“Come on, we have a few hours and my parents will never notice the difference, trust me, I can’t deal with this on top of everything else.” You tell them, “Please.”
“I’m in,” Alex said as he squeezed your hand reassuringly.
“Zach?” You ask.
Zach glances between the two of you, before rolling his eyes, “Fine, but I’m only doing this because the two of you are going to fail on your own.”
“Okay, can you go grab the trash bags? They’re under the kitchen sink downstairs,” You tell Zach before turning to Alex, “And uh, we can just sort through everything I guess. See what’s salvageable.”
“You mean I don’t get to just sit and look pretty?”
“Well you’re obviously going to do that while we work,” You quip back, laughing slightly before turning towards your room and feeling the smile slide off of your face, “Can you bundle up my sheets? Those are goners, I’ll have to go find some new ones in the closet.” You tell him as you crouch down to get a closer look at the books strewn across your floor, “God, I’m gonna have to throw out almost all of these.” You comment as you pick up a cover that has been completely detached from its pages.
When Zach comes back upstairs with bags you all get down to business and start filling them with every belonging of yours that is beyond repair. You ask each other questions about certain items and whether or not something is ‘too broken’ but other than that you don’t make any effort to have a conversation and neither do the boys.
Eventually, you have several bags full of your belongs and the rest of your room is empty but clean.
Most of your clothes were just thrown around and you’ve rehung or refolded them and they’re all back in your closet and dresser. Your photo frames were destroyed but most of the pictures were fine so you left the pile sitting on your desk, as a promise that you’d go buy some new ones eventually. Your bed had new sheets and blankets on it now, but they were basically the same ones you’d had before, thanks to the fact that your mom had duplicates of just about everything in your house, just in case.
You and Zach took the bags down and out to your trash can and when you were finished you all sat around your room, exhausted physically and emotionally.
“I should head home,” Zach said after a while, “I’m supposed to look after May tonight and after I walked out of the field dedication thing today I should probably get home on time, my mom is already mad enough.”
“God, I still can’t believe that your mom wants you to defend Bryce,” You tell him with a sigh.
“Yeah, well she doesn’t know the truth,” Zach replies, “You ready to go, Alex?”
“Actually, I can drive him home, you can head out,” You reply quickly.
“Alright, I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Zach replies
After a beat, Alex turns to you, “You’re not kidnapping me? Are you?”
You grin, “No,” You tell him, “Unless you want me too,” You offer as you stand up and move over to where he’s sitting on the bed.
“Maybe,” He replies as he lays back on your bed and pulls you down to lay next to him.
“Well, if it were up to me you would never leave,” You tell him truthfully as you snake your arms around his waist, “I just- I can’t be alone. Not now.”
“You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.”
“Promise?”
“Swear it,” he says as he links his pinkie with your own, “Never.”
“I love you,” You tell him softly. “I love you more.”
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lalala1145 · 6 years ago
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IBVS and Dreamswap crossover Version 2(?)
Both IBVS fic and Dreamswap AU by the frick-frack-patty-wackin’ awesome @onebizarrekai (They’re both wonderful Alternate Multiverses based on a few of the outcode Sanses)
I like Anon Izzy’s crossover idea, and since you said that it probably would’ve been more violent, I made my own interpretation on what would happen if the crossover happened.
This is my first fanfic, so I’m really bad at characterization and usage of good words. Whatever – I like your stories so here ya go
Out of conveniency, the IBVS characters will be called their actual names instead of their nicknames :P
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Chris tapped his finger on the driving wheel to the Super Smash theme song.
“Yeah, do you have any teachers like that?” Nevin said, in the middle of a normal after-school conversation with Chris.
Chris responded, “Well, there’s this one teacher that’s obsessed with plagiarism or something. This one guy in Isaac’s group copied something from an article, so today the whole group was forced to stay after school and do extra work. But seriously, it was only one- HOLY SH*T!” Chris slammed the brakes, reeling the two boys forward.
Nevin glared at the sky and spurted out, “What is that?!” There was a huge, pulsating tear of space above the quiet neighborhood.
“Definitely not normal,” Chris said as he gaped at it. Chris veered his car around and parked it against the curb, and the two hopped off frantically.
Nevin muttered, “Wow, what the hell is gonna come out of that?”
“I bet whatever’s coming already came; isn’t this kinda dangerous for regular people?”
“Ugh, I can’t deal with this supernatural crap anymore.”
“This really – wait, is that Edward?!”
Edward heaved as he mustered the strength to catch up to them.
Nevin’s eye twitched, and he uttered, “I’m not in the mood to see you Ed; you’d better stand your guard right now.”
Too tired to care, Edward groused, “Nevermind that. Other than you two nerds, I sensed something extremely big, and I have no clue what it could be.”
Nevin shook his head and said, “Maybe the giant rip in the sky that you’re seemingly blind to?”
Edward craned his sore neck at the sputtering rift amongst the clouds. “Oh. What IS that thing?!”
Chris shrugged and replied, “Dunno, doesn’t seem friendly though. Just be a radar and find the cause or something, maybe.”
“Shut up, I was already onto it.”
Edward closed his eyes and concentrated. Nevin tried exchange an unsure look to Chris, but Chris was considering whether or not to take a photo of how stupid Edward looked now.
After a short silence, Edward spoke up again. “There’s definitely a few supernatural monsters or something in the street on the next turn, and they might be walking towards here.”
Nevin cursed. “Out of all the f*cking places, why OUR neighborhood street?!  Drew ABSOLUTELY can’t see this sh*t happening.”
Edward groaned, “What can you even do about it? It’s not like we have the power to poof them away from here.”
Nevin paced up and down a short walk, contemplating his choices. “…. I’m gonna kill the monsters.”
“Wait, WHAT?!” Chris exclaimed.
Nevin immediately re-worded his sentence with, “Well, we could at LEAST attack them until they run away to whatever hell they came from. They’re monsters or whatever, so it’s dangerous to let them see anyone else. We’re the best chance this place has got to defeat them.”
Error clenched his fists, grinning. “Sounds like a plan I’m going with.”
Nevin took a breath of relief and answered, “I’m surprised you agreed with anything.” Nevin paused, then proceeded to say, “Chris, you said Isaac was still at school, right?”
“Uhh… yeah?”
“Is there any way you can get him to stop Drew from coming here? Drew is also still at school, but if I straight up tell him not to come home, he’d get suspicious of it.”
Chris gulped. “I’ll try.”
Ed flinched and scowled, “You dimwits, they’re getting closer. Hurry, get over here!” The three scurried to the last house before the street intersection, where the three “monsters” were approaching.
Irritated, Nevin insisted quietly, “Chris, are you making the call or what?”
“Seriously, right now?!”
Nevin quickly nodded. Back against the wall, Chris flurried over the screen of his phone. After a couple second of intense waiting, Isaac finally picked up.
“Hey Chris, what’s up? We’re almost done with the assignment here.”
Chris peeked beyond the corner and caught a glimpse of the walking skeletons. He lowered his voice and responded, “This is urgent; could you ditch your group? We really need someone to distract Nevin’s brother, Drew.”
Isaac’s voice grew puzzled. “Wait what, why? I barely know that broken-legged kid, and I wanna see what’s going on.”
“Please Isaac, it’s really important to Nevin, and I’ll explain everything that happens later.”
Nevin grumbled in impatience in the distance.
Sighing, Isaac finally accepted, “… Alright fine. I’ll see what I can do. Don’t go getting killed now.”
The call ended, and Chris whispered, “Whenever you’re ready.”
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“AAAAHHHH!”
The three skeletons hollered as they fell from the portal in the middle of the sky, and they landed in the most inconvenient way. Battered and bruised from escaping Dream, they tumbled off of each other on the asphalt road.
“Owww, ow ow oww,” Cross hissed.
Error looked around, studying the surrounding houses. “What universe is this?”
Nightmare let out a musing hum and answered, “I don’t think we’ve ever been to this one before, and it doesn’t seem influenced by JR at all.”
Cross pumped his fists in the air, saying, “Niiice, let’s go freshen up before we get back home.” They meandered along the neighborhood in search of a corner store until Nightmare hesitated before a street intersection.
“Wait a second, what if the monsters underground haven’t been freed in this timeline yet? I don’t feel any magic except for some-”  
A human’s fist suddenly bolted straight at Nightmare’s face. Instinctively, Nightmare summoned his staff with both of his hands and parried Nevin’s arm. Nevin felt crushed under his own adrenaline, and his eyes flickered cyan. Edward and Chris appeared behind Nevin, but they were unsure on how to make the next move against the two other skeletons.
Cross summoned his weapon while Error lowered his pose into a defensive stance, interrogating, “Who are you all!?”
Nevin continued to push against Nightmare’s staff in a battle of strength, yet he managed to retaliate, “We should be asking that to you!” Aiming at Nightmare’s wide-open side, Nevin swung his available right arm at the short skeleton – only for Nevin’s arm to be hauled away by familiar blue strings. Nevin furiously whipped his head to Edward.
“Goddamnit Ed, what the hell are you doing?!”
Startled, Edward stuttered, “Huh?” There were no strings on Edward’s hands yet.
Nevin halted. “Wha-”
“You shouldn’t avert your eyes in a fight,” Nightmare snapped. He caught Nevin off guard by ramming his shin into Nevin’s knees, which sent Nevin buckling downwards. As soon as he hit the ground, Nevin was restricted in more of Error’s blue strings.
Cross sprung up with a giant knife in his hands towards Nevin, yelling, “Don’t you dare try to hurt Nightmare!”
Error insisted, “Calm down, Cross!”
“Cross?” Chris thought. He reacted immediately and clashed his own giant knife against the skeleton’s knife before it reached Nevin. Edward took this chance to yank Nevin away from the skeletons with his own blue strings, which promptly caught Error’s attention. After Chris and Cross got a perplexing examination of each other’s sword and red eye, they both leapt away.
The two groups stared at each other with bewilderment, and the atmosphere was tense until Cross interrupted the silence with, “Ohhhh, I get it now.”
Nevin, Edward, and Chris eyed each other with uncertance before loosening up.
Error groaned, “I know I said portal us far away from them, but you didn’t have to throw us into another multiverse!”
Nightmare unsummoned his staff and crossed his arms. “It was an accident, okay? I didn’t know that this was possible.”
Cross chimed, “At least JR can’t ever find us here.”
“True, true,” Error added.
Edward coughed to get the skeletons’ awareness. “Do I have to remind you that we have absolutely no clue what’s going on?”
Nightmare pressed his right temple. “This is way too complicated to explain, much less to comprehend…”
Nevin reluctantly inspected Chris and Cross, Edward and Error, and himself and Nightmare. “I’m guessing that you guys are some magical skeleton forms of us three…?”
“Hmm, more or less,” Error answered. “Long story short, we’re alternate versions of each other.”
Edward’s interest was piqued even further, but Chris squinted at the skeletons and murmured, “I can NOT wrap my head around this.”  
Judiciously, Nightmare half-lidded the human boys. “I gotta say, what’s up with you all attacking us? I get that you don’t see monsters everyday, but you should’ve at least had the caution to check if we were gonna kill you or not.”
Nevin sighed, “As a matter of fact, I was already DONE with this supernatural bullsh*t way before the portal thingy showed up. I can’t care to be more cautious with this crap anymore.”
Edward glanced up to see the portal once more, but it had already vanished. Edward raised an eyebrow, wondering, “About the portal, what are you “alternate versions of us” doing here in the first place?”
Not wanting to think about it, Cross took a deep breath and fumed, “Yeah, about that… A certain somebody was chasing our asses down to throw us into jail, and our escape route led us here.”
Startled, Chris asked, “Jail?! Were you doing illegal things or something?”
Nightmare shot an annoyed look at the sky. “Frankly, we were only going grocery shopping for our cooking.”
Error cleared his nonexistent throat. “Correction: YOUR cooking. Also, if you went by yourself, we probably wouldn’t have gotten caught.”
“Well,” Cross opposed. “I’d say Nightmare’s cooking is kinda worth shopping for.”
Nevin’s eyes widened in amusement, and Chris added quickly, “My gosh YES, Nevin’s cooking is holy enough to worship!”
Error laughed. “Honestly, our two idiots sometimes get along too well. Hey other me, don’t you kinda ship your two?”
Edward blinked, and then broke out into snickering. “The nerds, Chris-cross and emo kid?! Pfffhaha I should’ve noticed sooner!”
Nightmare was too used to it by now, while Cross grinned and rolled his eyes. On the other hand, Chris and Nevin stammered, unable to hide their flustered faces.
“Who would’ve thought someone other than Isaac would ship us?” Chris pondered. To defend his embarrassment, Chris retorted to Edward, “Why don’t you stop being a raging tsundere and finally confess to Ink? I’ve always wondered what happened in the closet.”
In awe, all three skeletons blurted, “INK?!”
Edward quivered. “You know that I HATE Isaac!”
“Well there you have it, still enemies,” Nightmare assured.
Disturbed, Error objected, “I could never see that ship working out; we barely even interact.”
Cross nudged Error with his elbow. “Well, except for that one time you tied him in your strings and unnecessarily held him in your arms.”
“WHAT.” Error shook his head. “I think we all know that me and Ink is much less likely than you and Nightmare.”
Edward smirked smugly and said, “Hah, Wait ‘til Blueberry gets a hold of this ship! I’ll get that shady guy to spread that info so quickly – Nevin, you better get ready for some revenge.”
Suddenly, Error’s expression fell flat, and he mumbled, “Blueberry… as in B-Blue?” Error had a strong chill crawl down his spine.
Nevin noticed Error and asked, “Hey, you okay?” Error attempted to shake off his lurching emotions and nodded slowly.
Nightmare spoke up towards Nevin, “Hmm, a Blue here too… Out of curiosity, is there a Dream- I mean, do you have a twin brother?”
Nevin jolted, and his face instantly soured. “Wha- Don’t you DARE try to get Drew involved with this supernatural sh*t!”
“Protecting him, huh…” Nightmare looked down with a hint of guilt. He then faced Nevin once again, warning sternly, “You might wanna keep your negative powers in check if you wanna do that.”
Before Nevin could question Nightmare, sirens started to blare in the distance. A passerby in the neighborhood most likely saw the commotion and called 911.
Chris spotted the lights of the police cars from the left. “Guys, this is gonna get out of hand really fast.”
“This reminds me of JR, haha,” Cross remarked.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Edward shouted, “Wait, you said JR earlier too! What is JR?! Tell me EVERYTHING!!”
Error shrugged it off. “We should probably hightail outta here before we confuse the hell out of more people.”
As the skeletons gathered closer, Edward tried to grab Nightmare before Edward was shoved back by Nevin’s arm.
Nevin huffed, “Chill Quinton, let them leave. We can’t have more people seeing them.”
Nightmare opened a portal, and he gave one last glance to the three boys before running through the portal with Error and Cross.
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Man, I wish I was fluent in memey-ness. Then maybe I could’ve made the scenario more fun and more true to character. I’m also bad at Nightmare’s criticism because it’s so badass that I can’t mimic it. This was fun though :D
Btw, you can decide whether the ships are real or not in this fic, because the short shipping scene works whether they’re actually into each other or not. Yayyyyy.
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rubyatarah · 2 years ago
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Content warning for car accident and general ranting!!! Dont read if you dont wanna! Literally just wanted to whine bc I am in a mood.
Im autistic and that’s fine but no one said anything until I got into a car accident two months ago and that traumatizing thing exacerbated my symptoms to the point of not being able to mask which makes sense I guess. I just never got that until now! Not to be like waah it took so long bc I’m 20 just a young gal. Um a lot of harm can be done ignoring shit for 20 years though lol! Anyway I am saying my whole life I have been praised and rewarded for my good behavior (oh YUCK) when I mask and alternately chastised for my poor time management, distractibility, fidgeting, auditory processing issues, just general needs, all that kinda stuff you know. That made me never realize I was masking and think instead that I was just doing what I was supposed to. All of those behaviors being incorrect or not appropriate has really been so fun to help me percieve myself as like the most bad annoying stinker. Grrrr anyways thankful for the weird things we learn about ourselves when shits hit fans. It’s making me think about my gpas throughout school years and be like ohhhhh that year was extra difficult for me because x. Not like parents divorce was hard :( like yeah but when it makes you have a hard time functioning in ableist life things it’s extra hard and you feel shitty for making it about yourself. But it iiiiiis about yourself. Ok thank you friends lots of love and happy days 🖤
Also! Adhd diagnosis when I was younger made it tricky trying to open my brain up to this idea because everything not neurotypical about me was always attention deficit, cptsd, depression, anxiety whatevers. So interesting I want to learn stuff but so much effort going to play a game on my phone for an hour
Also everyone in Alaska runs stop signs I think. That’s why my truck is totaled anyway. Now I see it everywhere. It was summer too! I can dig not being able to stop on ice it happens to the best of us but I’m sending that bitch 60mph straight into the ditch on dry ass roads. She’s so lucky I swerved and hit the rear door she was about to have her shit way more rocked if I had been eating or changing the music. I do be eating while I drive ok. Not anymore obviously lol who has a vehicle not me but miss girl had a big dog in the back of the car that ran off scared when my bumper tore the door clean off ?? Im like uhh I’ll see the dog home because you obviously aren’t trying to keep it safe. Unfit honestly. My sister was saying she hopes its not traumatized but if it becomes aggressive and bites her she had it coming. That’s not nice I appreciate it though. Anyhow I was hitting the brakes and broke my metatarsal and sprained my ankle when my front end smashed in and it was such a pretty old tacoma!!! Have you ever smelled 20 year old airbags broken exhaust and coolant frying all at the same time in that small of a cab I am telling you I thought it was certain death. Being stuck in there was so scary but nice firefighter helped me get out. Anyways I have complex ptsd whats another incident. Every night my elbows and shoulders and neck start hurting its so dumb. I want to go back to climbing all the time and stuff
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littledonkeyburrito · 7 years ago
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Another one. If you ever wanted to learn about me, now is the time.
Have you ever been in your kitchen naked? Often Do you have any idea how to make cotton candy? If I had the machine I’m sure I could figure it out Would you rather go a week without showering or brushing your teeth? Teeth. This time last year, what was your relationship status? Single When was the last time you went to the mall? Saturday
Do you like the smell of coconuts? Yes, especially after my sailing trip through the San Blas Islands. We drank so many coconuts that we had literally just picked up and smashed open on a rock. We also cut some open and added spiced rum which was always a good idea. Who else in your house is awake right now? There is nobody else in my apartment. If you were in school, would you rather write a paper or take a test? I did a lot better on exams. How many of the Harry Potter books have you read? All of them
When was the last time you checked your MySpace? oh wow I have no idea. I think I deleted my page when I was like .. 15? Look out your window. How many people do you see? 6. I live in the inner city so there’s always people around Where was the last place you bought a clothing item? Mango
Are you the youngest person living in your house? Well I’m the only one, so yes. How many piercings do you have? Just my ears Could you honestly say that you’re a virgin? I honestly cannot even close to say that What color is your front door? White Did you reject or accept your last friend request? Accept I think Have you been suspended this school year? I haven’t gone to school in a long time. I only got suspended once, in year 10. What was your favorite thing to go on at the playground as a kid? Climbing things probably. I don’t remember Are you wearing any socks? No Can you play pool? I know how but I am super bad at it.
What’s the most relaxing thing you did today? I slept for a long ass time
Do you shop at the grocery store closest to your house? No. The closest big one is like a 10 minute walk and it’s right on the tourist strip so it’s expensive and full of tourists. I catch the metro to a cheaper one which actually involves less walking. Which one of your guy friends is the best looking? Idk let’s not go there
What does your car smell like? I don’t have a car anymore
Who could make you feel better right now? Probably any of my friends
Have you had an epiphany lately? I don’t think so What color shoes are you wearing? None
Which one of your friends is the most brutally honest? Hehe gotta be Maggie
Do you have anything to say to your ex bf/gf? Nope In what year will/did you turn 21? 2015
Who was the last person you gave a birthday present to? Gloria
Puedes hablar español bueno? No hablo bien, pero es suficiente para vivir
Which day of the week do you watch the most TV? Just netflix and any day
Which band do you have the most of on your iPod/music player? Probably Green Day because I never delete anything and I’ve been accumulating stuff since I was 16
What’s the closest pink object to you? I think the only pink thing in my apartment is a pair of bright pink chopsticks
Do you really weigh the weight on your driver’s license? Driver’s licences have weight on them? I don’t think mine does. It probably hasn’t changed much anyway
What’s your favorite non-carbonated, non-alcoholic beverage? Fresh orange juice, or cold milk tea
What’s the most epic thing you’ve done so far this month? One of several adventures in Panama at the start of the month. Ziplining approx 200m off the ground through the forest was pretty rad. Also fun was sneaking around and sleeping with my tour guide without anybody in the group finding out. And of course that crazy mexican restaurant in Panama City is fucking wild. Last week I did cocaine in my boss’s kitchen on a wednesday night so I guess you could call that epic too. It’s pretty a pretty interesting month actually.
Big Mac or Whopper? Big Mac
What’s your favorite vacation spot? So many good places. I think Panama City may have topped the ranks but other noteable places are Essaouira and the High Atlas Mountains in Morocco, Granada and Madrid in Spain, Cartagena in Colombia and Tolou Village in China.
What color underwear are you wearing? Purple. I don’t know why but almost all of my underwear are some shade of purple.
Have you ever slapped anybody? Yeah but jokingly
What are you listening to right now? General street noise
Where will you be in six hours? Still at home, probably still on the couch
What do you wish you had more time to do? I wish I’d had more time in Central America
Who was the last person to ride in your passenger’s seat? Fuck that’s thinking back a fair way. I haven’t had my car since January so I don’t remember
Would you ever let anybody else drive your car? Only Mum ever drove my car
Which one of your friends will be the most successful? I hope we all do alright How old will you be on your next birthday? 24. Shit I had to actually think about that and do maths in my head.
What store did you last shop at? Alcampo
Are you an official couple with the last person you kissed? No
Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you are now? Definitely not
Do you like someone? I guess so
Are you happier now or three months ago? Probably equal
What’s the greatest thing that happened to you today? I didn’t go back to that shitty job.
How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? idk probably never
Do you think you’ll be married in ten years? No idea
Does your ex still love/like you? Doubt it
Are you stubborn? At times
Do you tend to hold a grudge? No
Where were you at 9am this morning? In bed
How has the week been? Better now that I quit that job.
Did you go out or stay in last night? Stayed in.
Something you do a lot? Sleep
How many states have you lived in? I guess only one because the UK has counties and Spain has provinces
Can you commit to one person? Probably, never tried
Who was the last person to hold your hand? The boy in central america
Do you think you and your best friend will be friends in 10 years? I hope so
What do you miss most about your ex? His sweet sweet abs
Are you attracted to the last person that kissed you? Yes.
What’s a fact about the last person you kissed? He has a lot of scars
Something you really want right now? A job I actually enjoy
How long have you liked the person you like? uhh since I met him about a month ago I guess
Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed? Nobody saw that kiss but I think his friends probably saw us kiss earlier in the evening
Can you recall the last time you liked someone? Like a proper crush? Not since I was in australia I think
Are you happy with the way things are going? Eh, could be better but could be a lot worse. I do okay.
Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? Probably not
What plans do you have for tomorrow? Just looking online for jobs and probably bingeing on netflix
Has a friendship ended recently that you wish hadn’t? A friendship ended but tbh I’m pretty indifferent about it. Hadn’t really known him that long and he was starting to get annoying anyway.
Have you ever kissed the last person you texted? No
Do you and your last ex hate each other? Depends on definition of ex. I don’t hate anyone but they might hate me..?
When was the last time you were sick? I had a cold a couple of weeks ago
Are you one of those people who are always cold? My feet get cold easily.
Do you tend to waste a lot of money? Nah, I spend it all on travel.
Have you ever regretted kissing someone? Ehhh I guess so
When was the last time you got a haircut? About 2 months ago
Did you sing at all today? Yeah
Do you own any articles of clothing with skulls on it? No.
Are you faster at text messaging or typing on the computer? Isn’t everyone faster on the computer? I’m still pretty quick on my phone though.
If you won a trip to a nude beach would you go or give the trip away? I’d go with a friend probably.
When it comes to jeans: skinny, flared or boot cut? Skinny.
Honestly - can you say that looks don’t matter at ALL? No because there’s so many cute people in the world
Have you ever changed clothes in a public area (not a dressing room)? Yeah
How many months apart is your birthday from your best friends? About 6 months
Yes or no: Techno music? Nah.
They say diamonds are a girls best friend; what do you say? My dad used to be a jeweller so I’m very desensitised to the idea of them.
Have you ever kissed anybody who had a mustache? Yeah but not just a moustache. There’s always been other facial hair to go with it.
If you were famous do you think you could handle the popularity? Probably not
Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with a letter P? I don’t think so
Did you talk to one of your best friends today? What did you talk about? Yeah, about how I keep forgetting how dirty the lyrics to Despacito are and whenever I read them or actively listen to the song I’m shocked again.
Do you get on better with funny or serious people? Funny
Do you have mood swings around the time of the month? Sometimes
Have your friends met the last person you kissed? No
How old is your oldest cousin? 24 but my brother is the oldest in the family of our generation
What if you saw your best friend holding hands with your ex? That would be confusing
Your last relationship, who dumped who? Mutual
How old were you when you had your first boyfriend/girlfriend? 14. Lasted like a month. Then no others until I was 20
Is your home town nice? It’s a beach town so tourists really like it but the only benefit it has for me is that my dad still lives there.
What if you got stuck in a lift with the last person who Facebook messaged you? I’d wonder what he was doing in Spain, firstly. But honestly he’d probably just make it a hilarious experience.
When/where did your last hug take place? No idea
Do you consider yourself mature enough to make your own decisions? Well I’ve made plenty of life-changing decisions on my own, such as dropping out of uni, quitting my job, learning a new language, moving to a foreign country, travelling on my own, etc.
Have your parents ever told you about their love lives, and any previous relationships they had before they met? I don’t know much about my mum’s history although I’m not sure she had much before dad. I know a bit more about my dad’s history and actually I have his first wife on facebook because we went to see her (and her current partner) when we were travelling in the south of spain a few months ago.
You get a text from someone saying that they want to hang out - who would you most like it to be from? Well I don’t have any friends in this country, so...
Do you and your friends have any inside jokes? Several
Do you think someone has feelings for you? Are these feelings returned? Honestly, I am unsure of how the central american guy feels about me. At first I thought we were just hooking up but after our last day together I got the feeling that he liked me more than that and then it made me all confused so now I don’t know how to feel about him.
What if the last person you texted were to ask you out? Last message I sent was to a small group chat consisting of me and two of my friends who are engaged to each other. So that would be weird
Would you prefer to be somewhere else right now? If so, where? And why would you prefer to be there? I want to be travelling. It’s cool that I’m in spain but because I live here I never really get up to adventures. 
Can you remember what you dreamt about last night? Uhhh I think I dreamt that my little cousin was blind.
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mcmadcanvas · 7 years ago
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“Beanbagging” SFW Preview
Hey, dudes. I’ve been working on a fic and figured I’d go ahead and put out a preview for it while I plan the end of it. This is all of the relatively SFW content before we bring out the big guns. If you want to read the full fic, in all its NSFW glory, it’ll be tagged as ‘Beanbagging’ if you want to look out for it. It will also be on AO3 under the same name!
(LINK TO FULL NSFW FIC HERE)
Enjoy reading!
The little pixelated man jumped up and down on screen, dodging monsters, grabbing coins, and putting his life on the line, while Jeremy Heere sat in the comfort of his room. He was doing pretty well, actually. He almost always had a lower score than Michael, who seemed to be having a bit of an off day in Apocalypse of the Damned. Jeremy heard the tell tale 8bit whoops of a fallen comrade as the other character on screen twirled head over heels and died.
Jeremy looked over to his best friend in the beanbag beside his own, with a look of concern. Michael was never this bad at Apocalypse. The last time Jeremy could remember Michael being this off in a game was the day Michael had first asked him out on a date five months ago.
Red had painted his face before he could even register what his best friend had even said. Wanted to go where!? On a what!? With who!?
"I- what do you- uhh- what?"
Micheal pulled his hood down to cover his eyes. "I just- I don't know man, I've kinda liked you for a while and I just thought I should ask. I'm sorry I'll just- I know we're best friends, and there are boundaries. Like, 'Why did I just ruin this?' Haha. Nevermind we can just go back to the game, or I could uhh, just leave."
Michael stood up to leave and started to make his way towards the door before Jeremy could come to. Jeremy lunged toward Michael, grabbing his pantleg with an abrupt, "Gah- wait!"
Michael looked down at Jeremy, eyes wide and mouth open ever so slightly. Jeremy met his eye and suddenly looked down at the shag carpet, which really needed to be vacuumed. When was the last time he vacuumed?
"Umm... How long?"
"What?"
"How long have you uhh... liked me?"
Michael looked out of the corner of his eye at the scoreboard of Apocalypse of the Damned. He hadn't had a score that low since he was 8! Lame.
"I don't know. At least a year and a half. Or, well, that's when I kinda realized you we're kinda... the best."
The best!? What kind of confession was that?! Jeremy was the greatest, most beautiful boy he'd ever seen! He was one of the only people who accepted Michael for all he was, and never once bagged on him for practicing his voice, or wearing his binder, or coming out of either closet that he was in for so long. Jeremy knew he was gay and knew he was trans and still stayed his friend. That's more than most people gave him, even his parents. And he just had to go and ruin it! He crossed the line and now their friendship was going to trickle down into nothing while Jeremy's new friends ask if that guy trying to get his attention was the same one that asked him out and ruined his life. And he'd say 'Yeah, we were best friends for years, but he crossed the line like an idiot and now it's weird to be around him.'
"Its been about a month for me."
Michael snapped right out of his little nightmare scenario and back into Jeremy's room, where it sounded like this perfect boy might actually feel the same.
"What?"
Jeremy stood up from his sprawled position on the floor to stand next to his best friend of 12 years and crush of one month.
"You were- uhh- you were playing that game on your DS with the town? And all the little animal people? And you had just caught some fish, a Great White Shark, I think, and you were just so happy? You showed me and your smile was just... the best I had ever seen and I don't know what happened I just..."
Michael was suddenly grabbed and squeezed so tightly he though he was going to burst from pressure or joy, whichever came first. He confessed his feelings and the boy was actually hugging him! Truly a miracle! He could feel God in this Jeremy's tonight.
"So, yeah. Lets go out!" Jeremy lightened up his grip and brought his face back to look at Michael. "I don't know what would really be different about 'going out' than what we already do now, but I want to!"
Michael was beaming at him, like Jeremy had just given him a limited edition 64 controller still in the packaging on Hanukkah. Or Pasko, if it was for Michael. Anyways, it was like he'd gotten a really nice gift.
"I know one thing that will make it different!" Michael took Jeremy's face in his hands, while Jeremy's eyes widened and his heart raced. "I get to do this!"
Michael's lips smashed against his with so much excitement, it was a miracle Michael actually hit what he was aiming for. Jeremy could see everything, eyes wide open from being surprised with his first kiss by his best friend. He could see Michael's eyes closed, with the corners pinched up from smiling. He could see, in the corner of his eye, the screen of his TV going dim from being left on idle for so long, game forgotten. He looked back over to Michael and finally closed his eyes, sinking into the kiss, the only thing he could hear was 8bit music and the squeals of Michael's excitement coming up from his throat.
So what could it be that has him so distracted he can't even beat Jeremy in Apocalypse?
"Hey man, that's like, the third time you've died. Whats up?"
Micheal sighed and put his controller down. "I just... don't really feel like playing, I guess." He pushed the controller away with his foot as he got onto his hands and knees to crawl over to Jeremy's beanbag chair and sit sideways in his lap, head resting in the crook of his neck.
"You don't feel like playing?" Jeremy craned his neck to look at his boyfriend, who NEVER wasn't in the mood for video games, seeking an answer to this mystery.
"You can keep playing, just... I want to do this.", he said as he began to fiddle with Jeremy's shirt.
Jeremy let out a light chuckle as he looked back at the screen. "Ok, man. You can do whatever you want."
"I can do whatever I want?"
Jeremy looked down at deep brown eyes. Bit of a weird question. "Sure, just don't spill the chips. I just vacuumed."
Michael grabbed the chip bag and placed it behind him, so he had no chance of getting crumbs all over Jeremy's clean floor (since when did he vacuum?) and settled his head back into Jeremy's neck. Time to do this.
Jeremy went back his now one player game, Michael's breath tickling his neck where stubble would be if he could actually grow any facial hair. He could feel Michael rubbing the cleave of his chest slowly with his thumb; it felt nice. Everything just felt so nice; Michael's weight on his lap, his breath on his neck, the sounds of retro video games being played, and Michael's subtle, unique scent of weed and cherry slushie.
He could feel Michael's nose start to nuzzle him, paired with a sigh of breath. And then he pressed a quick kiss onto his neck. Followed by another. And another, a little bit longer this time. Michael's hand had traveled from Jeremy's chest up to the other side of his neck, running through his hair as Michael's kisses started lasting longer and longer.
Jeremy let out a light, and a little bit sigh-y, chuckle.
"'Just want to do this.', huh?", he said as his character onscreen took damage from a monster he hadn't even been paying attention to.
"Is it ok?", he heard Michael ask, voice muffled by Jeremy's neck.
Jeremy took his hand off of the controller, moving it up to run his hand through the back of Michael's hair.
"Do you even have to ask?", and Jeremy tilted his head to the left, letting Michael have a little more room to work with.
Michael wasted no time in getting to work. He immediately planted an open mouth kiss on Jeremy's pulse point, licking the vein and nipping lightly down his neck. He could hear Jeremy let out a small gasp, followed by a slightly shaky sigh. He began to suck on Jeremy's vein, starting up a new bruise over an old, fading one.
Jeremy gave him permission to give him hickeys way in the beginning of their relationship. Jeremy loved how they felt and Michael loved to have an excuse to have Jeremy wear his hoodie to cover them up. And Michael took advantage of that permission every chance he got.
He popped off of Jeremy's neck, licking over the red oval and moved his head back to admire his work. The mark was nice and red and he knew it was going to look beautiful by tomorrow. He leaned back down to nip at the mark one last time with his teeth, tugging at Jeremy's hair just a little. Enough to let him know that this is going somewhere; that this isn't over yet.
He moved up to nibble on Jeremy's ear. As soon as his teeth hit the lobe, he heard a sharp intake of breath and the light rattle of a controller hitting carpet. Jeremy's hand was immediately on Michael's thigh, squeezing it as the video game whooped its death whoops, telling Michael that their game was now long forgotten.
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killanyone4you · 6 years ago
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i hate asking people to ask me questions so here are my answers
this was more fun for me then it will be for you
1. Who was the last person you held hands with?  uhh my little brother maybe
2. Are you outgoing or shy? depends on my mood i think.
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?  idk if this counts but i’m seeing the used in july
4. Are you easy to get along with?  yes. usually
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?  i dont drink.
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?  all kinds of people. i dont really have a good answer for this. i’m attracted to people i connect with and that’s what i focus on
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? uhhhh
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?  i cant say or i’ll be heavily judged
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?  no
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?  my best friend.
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?  thank you you da best
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?  like, of all time or just like, that i’ve been listening to recently? ima answer both. so my 5 favorite songs of all time in no particular order are: Something Corporate: Ruthless. Something Corporate: Walking By. Good Charlotte: Screamer. The Outfield: Your Love and Fall Out Boy: Young Volcanoes. my top 5 of all time has changed for sure but that’s it right now. and then as far as songs i’ve been listening to non stop recently also in no particular order: LP: Switchblade (also any LP). Taylor Swift: Gorgeous (also any Taylor Swift).  Post Malone: Sunflower. Selena Gomez: Back to you. I Prevail: My Heart I Surrender. also bonus jonas: any throwback Jo Bro songs and also their new song. anyway that took longer than i expected.
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?  very much
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? no not really. shit happens.
15. What good thing happened this summer?  it’s not summer yet
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?   sure
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?   probs
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?   no haha
19. Do you like bubble baths?   yes. dont trust anyone who doesn’t like bubble baths
20. Do you like your neighbors?  i dont really know them.
21. What are you bad habits?   hating myself? idk i’m a hermit person who hides from the world. annddd that’s probably not the best habit
22. Where would you like to travel?   everywhere
23. Do you have trust issues?   uhhh. i like to think i dont but i probably do
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?  sleep
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?  most of it
26. What do you do when you wake up?   pee
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?   i just wish my skin was even. it’s a mess.
28. Who are you most comfortable around?   my little brother
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?  nope. they ran for the fuckin hills yall
30. Do you ever want to get married?  maybe
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?  yus
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? um... i feel like Will Farrell and Danny McBride could get the job done.
33. Spell your name with your chin. hard pass
34. Do you play sports? What sports?   no sir.
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?  tv
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?   uh yeah. probs a million times
37. What do you say during awkward silences?  unintentionally anything and everything that could possibly make the situation more uncomfortable.
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?  to answer this properly i’d have to think about it and i’m really just looking for quick answers here. if someone reads this and truly wants to know send me an ask and i’ll answer for real.
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? target, the christmas tree shoppe, barnes and noble, michales.
40. What do you want to do after high school?  lol i’m old af i’ve been out of high school for 10 years yall
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?  no. some people do.
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?  i’m uncomfortable or i dont know how to say what i’m thinking.
43. Do you smile at strangers?  yes. all the time and i hate myself for it.
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?  neither pls both of those things are probably my biggest fears of all time.
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?  the need to piss.
46. What are you paranoid about?  losing my job due to illness.
47. Have you ever been high?   yes
48. Have you ever been drunk?   yes
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?  yes
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?  grey
51. Ever wished you were someone else?   yup.
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?   my plethora of mental illnesses. probably. 
53. Favourite makeup brand?  i dont wear makeup much anymore. i cant say i have a favorite.
54. Favourite store?  the christmas tree shoppe
55. Favourite blog?  does anyone have a favorite blog?
56. Favourite colour?  grey
57. Favourite food?   cheese/
58. Last thing you ate?  ice
59. First thing you ate this morning?  cake.
60. Ever won a competition? For what?  i’ve won writing competitions
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? fighting.
62. Been arrested? For what?  nope/
63. Ever been in love?   i can never tell.
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?   well technically my first kiss was in pre school with a boy called tommy but i’m not sure that counts. my first like, real kiss was at a smashing pumpkins concert and i was kind of seeing this guy who was one of my best friends in middle school and we were in that middle place of like, being really good friends but wanting to see if there was more. so we were there with my best friend and his best friend (who i also had a thing for dont fucking judge me) so i was laying in the grass with my head in his lap listening to one of the opening bands (i wanna say it was fuel but i dont remember) and he texted all the people with our group to ask them to leave so all of a sudden they all walk away and once their gone he leans over me spider man style and kisses me. so to be fair it was also his first kiss but it was really awkward and bad and we didn’t talk at all after, we just went back to watching the show and when my friends all came back i got up and forced them to go to the bathroom with me to tell them what happened and to ask them why they abandoned me. later i found out he was super proud of his “slick moves” and did not in any way pick up on how awkward i felt.
65. Are you hungry right now? nope
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?  i dont really have many of either so eh
67. Facebook or Twitter? facebook. i dont even use twitter.
68. Twitter or Tumblr?  ^^
69. Are you watching tv right now?   i have youtube on my tv playing music videos.
70. Names of your bestfriends?  Jerry
71. Craving something? What?  Mexican food
72. What colour are your towels?  grey
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?  1
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?  no
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?  a few
75. Favourite animal?  elephant
76. What colour is your underwear?  grey and white
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?  vanilla i guess.
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?  raspberry sherbet -
79. What colour shirt are you wearing? black
80. What colour pants?  not wearing pants.
81. Favourite tv show?  Guys Grocery Games
82. Favourite movie?   The Princess Bride or Music and Lyrics or 10 Things I Hate about You
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?  .... this is a dumb fucking question. i shouldn’t even have to say the answer. if you’re in any way questioning the answer dont ever talk to me.
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?  21 Jump Street.
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?  She doesn’t even go here!
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?  Dory
87. First person you talked to today?  my cat
88. Last person you talked to today?  my mother
89. Name a person you hate?   i try not to hate anyone. but i guess it’s safe to say trump
90. Name a person you love?  my baby brother
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?  kind of my mom. always trump
92. In a fight with someone?  nope i dont do that petty shit.
93. How many sweatpants do you have? i’m not sure any of my pants qualify as sweat pants. i have a lot of leggings and pajama pants.
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?  a shit ton. 20 or 30. i dont really know.
95. Last movie you watched? i watched most of infinity war earlier because i was bored but i stopped about halfway thru to go masturbate. which wasn’t a result of the movie i was just horny
96. Favourite actress?  i dont really have one so i’m going to say Millie Bobby Brown because she’s a sweet baby angel
97. Favourite actor? i also dont have one but Paul Rudd is always on my mind so.
98. Do you tan a lot? no yall i’m sickly white all year round.
99. Have any pets? i have a chonky boi Pogue the black cat
100. How are you feeling?  quite indifferent rn actually.
101. Do you type fast?   i guess.
102. Do you regret anything from your past?   many things
103. Can you spell well?  nope i spell like shit,
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?  yup
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?  many. love  good bonfire.
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?  i guess.
107. Have you ever been on a horse?   yes i am... born of hillbillies. so. we ride horses.
108. What should you be doing?  dishessssss
109. Is something irritating you right now?   i had plans with my goddamn mother which i partially only made because i wanted her to bring me some things i had mailed to her house and after waiting FIVE HOURS for her to call and tell tell me she was on her wait. she never did so i finally called her and she was like “uhh i said maybe tomorrow.” UGH i wasted half my goddamn day waiting on her ass.
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?  uh yes. it’s awful
111. Do you have trust issues?  you already asked this.
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?  my cat
113. What was your childhood nickname?  i dont think i really had one. my stepmom called me kay.
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?    yes
115. Do you play the Wii?    i never had a wii but i played it with others
116. Are you listening to music right now?   yes. i have a random playlist on youtube playing. rn it’s malibu miley cyrus
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?   with a soda on the side.
118. Do you like Chinese food?  yes. it’s probably my second favorite kind of food.
119. Favourite book?   well all the harry potter books i think would be my favorite but i hate that answer because it’s not specific so my favorite stand alone book is Ella Enchanted.
120. Are you afraid of the dark?  not usually.
121. Are you mean?   yeah sometimes.
122. Is cheating ever okay?   on a partner? no. on other stuff maybe
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?  nope
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?   nope
125. Do you believe in true love?   nope
126. Are you currently bored?  yes. why do you think i’m sitting here answering a hundred and fifty questions for no reason? no one asked for this lol
127. What makes you happy?  sleep. books. my cat. music. driving on the highway at night. food. rollercoasters
128. Would you change your name?  probably. i hate my name.
129. What your zodiac sign? taurus
130. Do you like subway?  yes
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? my best friend of the opposite sex is gay but if it happened i’d ask him if his feelings would somehow cause us to stop being friends and deal with that accordingly
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?  my sister in law.
133. Favourite lyrics right now? this is hard because there are a shit ton but i guess the one that’s sticking out the most to me rn is “i have a thought of you for every star in the sky”
134. Can you count to one million? i mean, yeah. but why?
135. Dumbest lie you ever told? yall i’ve told so many lies. but the one that just popped into my head is when i was pretty young i was mad at my older brother for who even knows what so i wrote his name on our front door in his hand writing with sharpie. it worked and he got into a lot of trouble
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?  open. my asshole cat doesn’t allow any doors in my apartment to be closed at any time.
137. How tall are you?  5′5
138. Curly or Straight hair?  weird waves that dont ever look good
139. Brunette or Blonde?  i’m brunette but i dye that shit.
140. Summer or Winter?  winter.
141. Night or Day?  both for different reasons.
142. Favourite month?  i dont have one
143. Are you a vegetarian?  no
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?  dark
145. Tea or Coffee?   both.
146. Was today a good day?  not really.
147. Mars or Snickers?  neither
148. What’s your favourite quote?  god that’s impossible. there’s no chance i could pick only one quote so i’m just going to drop one from the labyrinth because it’s been on my mind and David Bowie is a sex god. “Just fear me, love me, do as i say and i will be your slave.” like. fucking imagine the Goblin King saying that to you? i'd die. fuck me right here pls i'll do anything you say. pls.
149. Do you believe in ghosts? i dont. but i’m willing to be proven wrong
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?  “That’s all right.” said the Stork, who was flying along beside them. “I always like to help anyone in trouble. But i must go now, for my babies are waiting in the nest for me. I hope you will find the Emerald City and that Oz will help you.”
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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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