#just throw us aussies a bone

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Consequences | Katie McCabe x Arsenal!Reader (18+)

Summary: Katie overhears you claiming to be the more dominant one in the bedroom and has to put you in your place

Warnings: semi-public sex (not the whole fic), edging, fingering (r receiving), teasing from Katie, strap use (r receiving), Katie calling r “good girl” and “slut”, strap sucking

WC: 2.7K

AN: posting this a bit later than I originally planned </3 

You were sat at a table in a loud pub with Steph, Lia, and Beth laughing at some of your teammates butcher a Taylor Swift song in a round of karaoke. Arsenal had just won the Conti Cup final and everyone decided that getting drinks and celebrating together was the best thing to do. You giggled to yourself watching Katie forget all the lyrics when it was her turn to sing, knowing it was definitely the alcohol she had consumed. 

Lia’s eye caught the love in your eyes as you stared at your girlfriend with a bright smile. “You and Katie are really cute! It’s sweet seeing how different she is off the pitch with you,” the midfielder all but shouted over the loud music. You tore your eyes from the group at the front of the room, Steph and Beth offering words of agreement with Lia.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, but you felt like being a bit messy. Perhaps scoring the winning goal was affecting you more than you thought. “Please, Katie is nothing like how she is on the pitch, you’d be surprised at what I could get her to do,” you smirked, throwing your teammates a teasing wink as you took a sip of your drink.

“That’s a bit surprising, you don’t have a commanding bone in your body, babe,” Beth laughed as she sipped her drink. You gasped dramatically at her words, earning a laugh from Steph and Lia as well. 

“Yeah, Y/N/N, you won’t even argue with a ref when you have the right to,” the Aussie added more insult to injury. You knew they were right, and you definitely knew Katie was the dominant one in your relationship, but hearing how your friends didn’t think you could be made you eager to continue the lie.

“I’ll have you three know that Katie is not the same person at home,” you huffed. While trying to convince your friends about something you knew to be untrue, you failed to realize your teammates who were doing karaoke had made their way back to the table. Others were still at the bar, chatting among themselves where they could actually hear each other.

None of you noticed the sly smirk on Katie’s face as she overheard your conversation. She found it entertaining that you thought you could be in charge in the bedroom, and it was even more comical that your teammates didn’t really believe you. 

“You good, babe,” Katie said as she took her seat next to you, a teasing glint in her eye when you jerked your head toward her. 

“Hi, baby! You sounded so good up there,” you knew she heard you just by the way she was looking at you and you knew she wouldn’t let you live it down. Katie laughed at your praises, you were in for it when the two of you got home. Though, a part of Katie wanted to tease you about your comments now, rather than wait. 

Katie waited until your teammates were distracted with new conversations before she leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “Meet me in the bathroom in a minute, love,” her accent laced with command, knowing you would listen. You nodded your head subtly as she stood from the table and headed towards the bathrooms. 

You let your teammates return to their conversations so they wouldn’t notice you were leaving the table as well. Your breathing picked up as you walked towards the bathroom, your heart was breathing against your chest as desire filled your body. You didn’t think Katie was going to be nice enough to give an orgasm so soon, but who were you to complain about your girlfriend making you cum.

The bathrooms were empty aside from the Ireland captain leaning against one of the stalls. The stall wasn’t the best size to do anything but seeing Katie’s smirk with a slight head tilt as she pushed the door in some, you didn’t care how small it was. You quickly entered the small cubicle, Katie joining you as she locked the stall, not that it really mattered. 

Before you could even plead your case, your girlfriend’s lips were on yours in a heated kiss. Your mouth moved against hers, Katie easily gaining dominance over you. You were grateful her lips were on yours as a loud moan threatened to escape your mouth. Katie’s hands held your waist tightly as she pushed you against the side of the stall. Your hands moved to wrap around her shoulders as your hips started rolling against her.

Katie pulled back when she felt your hips moving, her hands pushing you further against the siding to stop their movements. “What do you think you're doing, love,” she asked, fake confusion gracing her features. 

“Please, Katie! I’m sorry for lying to them, please just do something,” you whined lowly, hoping she would decide to be a bit nicer tonight. Katie laughed softly at your words, this was just the beginning for her. 

“Since you asked nicely,” she smirked as she moved one of her hands to the buttons on your jeans, easily undoing them without a second thought. Your heart was thumping against your chest in anticipation, waiting for her fingers to reach where you needed her most. 

You tilted your head back against the siding of the stall as Katie traced a finger over the top of your underwear leaving a blazing trail against your cool skin. You tried to jerk your hips forward but her hand that remained on your waist kept you from doing so. Just as you were about to beg again, Katie’s hand dipped under the waistband and ran up and down your dripping core.

The defender didn’t give you a warning before two of her fingers pushed into you. You had to control your volume as she moved her hand, thrusting lightly into you. Katie set a slow pace as she worked her fingers inside you and leaned forward to attach her lips to your exposed neck. One of your hands moved to tangle in her hair as she sucked harsh bruise-like marks along the side and column of your neck.

“Do ya enjoy this, you lyin’ slut,” she mumbled against your skin as kissed up toward your jaw. Your eyes rolled back at her words mixed with the agonizingly slow thrust of her fingers. You knew she wasn’t looking for an answer, she just wanted you to know your place. 

Begging for her to go fast would get you nowhere, knowing Katie she would stop altogether if you asked for more. Through heavy breaths and low moans, you focused on how close you were to coming. Katie could sense you were close, she’d given you enough orgasms to know how to read your body for signs. But she wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easy.

Just as you were about to cum, Katie pulled her fingers out of your tight cunt. You cried out at the loss of contact just as you were about to let go but Katie paid you mind as she redid the buttons on your jeans. As you opened your mouth to complain, her fingers that were previously inside you were shoved in your mouth. She didn’t have to tell you what to do as you sucked her fingers clean, moaning at the taste of yourself on them.

“Since you’re in a lying mood tonight, love, go tell the girls you don’t feel well and we’re gonna head home,” Katie ordered with a menacing smirk on her face as she pulled her fingers from your mouth. 

You didn’t speak, only nodding your head obediently. The quicker you could leave, the quicker you could get home and Katie would let you cum. Katie let go of your waist and moved so you could exit the stall first. You made your way back to the table a bit uncomfortably, you were beyond dripping and it was driving you crazy.

“Hey guys, I think we are gonna head out, I’m not feeling too good,” you spoke over the loud music, hoping you were convincing the team. A few of them made an ‘aw’ sound while others wished you well. Katie quickly waved goodbye to the team as you joined her at the entrance. You were in for a long car ride full of even more teasing.

When you reached Katie’s car she quickly opened the door for you, giving you a big grin when you got in the car. A minute later the two of you were off, heading back to your shared apartment. Katie had one hand on the steering wheel and the other held tightly to your thigh, squeezing it every so often.

“It’s not nice to lie to your friends, y’know,” the defender spoke, not even sparing you a glance. You took a deep breath as you prepared yourself for the remarks she was going to make.

“Not gonna respond, are we, love,” she chuckled as she stopped at a red light. Katie turned her head in your direction, watching your chest heave and your thighs attempting to rub against each other. She tightened her grip on your thigh, stopping you from succeeding in finding a bit of relief.

“I could,” you mumbled softly, “be in charge,” you finished with a deep breath. The lack of contact where you needed it most was getting to you and you weren’t sure how long you could last whenever Katie decided to finally give in.

Katie laughed sarcastically at your words as the light turned green and she took off. “You heard Steph if you can’t argue with a ref when you should, what makes you think you’d be able to boss me around,” the Ireland captain taunted with a grin.

You knew she was right but a small part of you believed that you could if you were given the chance. Though tonight would not be that night. The rest of the car was silent, Katie’s hand stayed on your thigh and you felt yourself growing wetter by the second.

You said a silent thank you when you pulled up to your apartment building, thankful that you were a bit closer to an orgasm. You and Katie rode the elevator in silence, both of you going over what was about to happen when you got inside your apartment. 

Katie quickly unlocked the door and you were pulled inside at lightning speed. Your back met the door roughly once it was closed and Katie’s lips were on yours once again. She easily won control of the kiss, you were too desperate to fight her. You let your girlfriend guide you through the apartment, her lips never leaving yours. 

When you reached the bedroom is when you were given the chance to breathe again. Katie pulled back from you before she all but shoved you toward the bed. “Be a good girl and strip,” her strong voice echoed around the room and she didn’t bother to watch as she moved toward the nightstand to get the girthy strap she liked to use when she deemed you to be ‘bad,’ 

You quickly got out of your clothes, tossing them wherever you could. You stood at the foot of the bed, naked and ready for the next order from the defender. Katie took her time taking off her own clothes and getting the toy situated around her hips. When she was done, she joined you at the foot of the bed while her eyes took in your naked form.

“Knees,” was all she ordered and you dropped to the carpeted floor. Katie held the toy near the end, holding it up toward your mouth and without needing further instruction, you took the toy into your mouth. 

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked, taking the toy as far as you could before you started gagging. Katie had her hands in your hair while she rocked her hips forward, helping the toy go further down your throat. You were dripping down your thighs, and having Katie fuck your throat was affecting you greatly.

After a few minutes, Katie let go of your hair as she pulled the toy from your mouth. A string of saliva connecting your lips to the toy drew a deep groan from the woman standing above you. You waited on your knees for your girlfriend to tell you what to do before she motioned to the end of the bed.

You moved off the floor quickly as you lay on the bed, letting your legs dangle off the end. Katie used her foot to kick your legs open and you moaned lowly at the cool feeling on your wet cunt. Katie moved in between your legs and pulled them up to wrap around her waist. 

The defender ran the tip of the toy through your folds, teasingly pushing it in a little bit. You whined at the feeling, it wasn’t enough and if something didn’t happen soon you were going to cum around nothing. Katie lined the toy up with your cunt before she pushed it in, using her hips to push it further into you. Her hands held your hips tightly and she didn’t waste any time before her hips snapped against yours.

Your hands held the top cover in a tight grip, your knuckles turning white as loud moans spilled from your lips. Katie’s movements didn’t start slow, she immediately started pounding into you quickly. “Good girls don’t lie, bad sluts do. Are you a bad slut,” your girlfriend questioned as her skin hit yours.

You couldn’t formulate a sentence, high-pitched moans were too busy escaping your mouth. Katie squeezed your hips as she angled her hips slightly to hit that familiar spot inside you. A loud gasp echoed off the walls at the feeling, if she kept hitting that spot you were going to be coming soon. 

“I-I’m sorry! I’ll be a good girl! P-please let me cum,” you croaked out in between moans, tears falling down the sides of your face. 

“I don’t think you deserve to cum,” Katie said as she moved one of her hands to push down on your lower stomach. Your moans turned to cries as you felt an orgasm about to wash over you. 

“P-please, Katie! Let me cum,” you cried out as the familiar coil in your stomach started to break. You tried to hang on as long as possible, knowing if you came without permission, you were going to get punished for it.

Katie’s movements sped up as she pushed down on your stomach and held on tightly to your hip. She kept a steady pace as the sound of her skin slapping against yours and the wet sounds of your dripping cunt filled the room. Katie wanted to make you suffer for lying to your friends but the sight of you fucked out and coming was something she couldn’t pass up.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” the defender growled, eyes locked on your face watching your expression as you let go.

Your orgasm sent shockwaves through you as your back arched off the bed and your head was thrown back. You came all over the toy attached to Katie’s hips but that didn’t stop her movements. She kept her pace the same as was determined to pull another orgasm from you. 

You cried at the overstimulation but the cries quickly turned to moans at the feeling of being full. Your second orgasm of the night hit you quickly, cum dripping down both your and Katie’s thighs. Katie slowed her movements, letting you calm down for a minute before pulling out of you completely and unwrapping your legs from her body. 

“Move up the bed and roll over, baby. We aren’t through yet,” Katie huffed out, she was going to show you just how wrong you were. 

You took a second to catch your breath before following her orders. You knew it was silly to lie to your friends over something like this but if it meant having Katie treat you like and having multiple earth-shattering orgasms back to back, then you couldn’t be too upset that she overheard you. You had a long night and felt every bit of it the next morning, but you were far from complaining about being sore.

#woso x reader #awfc x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe

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🩵Sky Full of Stars🩵

Loscar ♡ Pt.4

Pt. 4 finally here!! Sorry it took so long, but now that the season's over I can take more time to write 😭😭

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The ringing of the church bells echo the streets of Melbourne, meaning it had just turned 6pm. Oscar finally comes back home after closing up the workshop, he pops a sliced apple in his mouth before trudging back to his room.

With a grunt, he throws his bag on the floor and falls onto his bed. The sunlight peers through the crack of his window, golden hour had come. He rolled over onto his back, dialling in Logan's number to videocall him.

A content sigh escapes from Logan as drowsy eyes blink open to flashing numbers signifying an incoming call. Squinting against the morning light streaming in, Oscar's cheerful face fills the display stirring a sleepy smile to his face.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite delinquent." Logan chuckles softly still finding his voice, rubbing the remnants of dreams from stubbled cheek.

Taking him in leisurely sprawled across rumpled sheets, Logan notes the weary lines etched onto Oscar's face.

"You look exhausted, mate. Everything all sorted at the shop?" Logan inquires gently, seeing as ever through his brave mask to the weariness beneath.

"Some... 'fans' found out I helped my dad out here. Started clobbering all over the place, got me here feeling buggered out." Oscar murmured out with a heavy sigh.

Brows furrow in concern as Oscar's admission washes over the american through the speaker. Fans can be notorious, bringing praise one moment and chaos the next without care.

Oscar swore under his breath as he massaged his temples, "Sorry Loges, y'know how I am."

"Don't you dare apologize, mate." The other says gently yet firmly, shaking his head. "I understand the pressure better than most. You've nothing to explain to me."

Holding his exhausted gaze, Logan let steadfast care shine through his own. "You did well to make it home in one piece, yeah? Try and get some rest now - I mean it, Osc. No tinkering or plotlines tonight."

A soft chuckle escapes as the american thinks to distract. "Maybe put your feet up, watch some Netflix. I can gripe at you for missed calls in the morning when you've got your spark back."

"No, wait Logan-" Oscar suddenly shoots out. He clears his throat, regaining his composure.

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"Stay on call with me. Your... voice helps to clear my mind." The aussie explains. He adjusts himself on the pillows, getting comfortable.

Logan blinks in mild surprise at Oscar's outburst, unusual to such candid vulnerability from him, before melting into an easy smile. Oscar's request sends warmth spreading through his chest where stress and uncertainty once gnawed.

"Alright then, mate. You've got me." Shifting to mirror his snug position, Logan gets cozy against piled pillows and watches the other expectantly through the screen.

"Well now what do you want - me serenading you to sleep like a lullaby?" Logan teases gently to lighten the atmosphere, hiding his own concern for him. "I haven't got the pipes for it I'm afraid. But I'll talk your ear off as long as you need, Osc. That I can manage."

"Just relax and rest now, yeah? I've got you."

Oscar sighs in content, glad that the other could understand how he's feeling then. "What did you dream about last night?" The aussie asks, his voice is soft.

Logan ponders Oscar's question thoughtfully as he tries to remember what he had dreamt of the previous night. A faint smile plays at his lips, fondness evident in lowered tones.

"Actually, there was one that's stuck with me. We were back in the park near your dad's shop, remember - the one with that huge gum tree we used to climb?"

Chuckling softly at the image, Logan nestles deeper into feathery pillows and lets nostalgia's soothing warmth embrace his tired bones.

"We must've been... what- 15? 16? Sun was just starting to set, painting everything orange and rose. And we were laying in the grass, talking for hours like we used to..."

His gaze softens as it meets Oscar's through the screen. Quiet falls between, filled instead by memory's gentle refrain. For what need have words, when hearts have known each other so long?

"I'm glad it was that one," Logan whispers finally, hoping Oscar hears all he had left unsaid too.

"I'm glad you dreamt of that one too," Oscar breathes out.

"Sorry that our calls have been quite... short lately. Ugh, it doesn't feel the same, I miss us. When are you visiting again?" Oscar turns his head to look at Logan in the screen. His eyelids were half-lidded, with barely visible eyebags underneath them.

A pang of longing lances the american's chest at Oscar's weariness shining plain. He wishes nothing more than to reach through the call and gather Oscar into arms, let his head find rest upon his shoulder as days go by.

Stroking fingers tap a thoughtful rhythm upon blanketed thigh as schedule runs through his overtired mind. "Not sure offhand on exact dates... few weeks maybe?" He ventures tentatively, hating the uncertainty.

Their gaze holds tenderly through slowing blinks. "Tell you what though - why don't I shuffle things around and come next weekend instead, if you'll have me? Barge in, cook us dinner, we can put on a show and just relax, yeah?" A soft smile plays on his face, hoping the offer of sooner solace may lift spirits, if only briefly.

Oscar's eyes shined for a moment. "Yeah. Of course, next weekend would be great."

"I'll make sure to tell mom that you're staying over. Hopefully she'll make her Shepherd's pie that you love so much." Oscar teases, his playfulness making an reappearance from underneath his tired outlook. A genuine grin brightens Logan's face.

"God, I can taste it already." Logan sighs wistfully, relishing memory of flavors mingling on the tongue. "Your mum's Shepherd's pie is honestly the cure for everything bad. And her company, of course!"

Warmth blooms anew in Logan's chest at thought of familiar embraces, gentle smiles and care that emanates from the walls of Oscar's childhood home.

"Get some rest soon, mate. I'll sort the travel details tomorrow."

Oscar nods, "Mhm, G'night." He mutters out. He looks at the other through the screen again, with Logan's face being brightened up by the morning sun.

A faint smile plays once more on Logan's cheeks as fond gaze lingers warmly upon Oscar. His cares are the american's own; if that alone can offer even moment's solace, all the journeys of world are worth the walking.

"Now get some rest, darling. I'll see you soon." Logan whispers before he ends the call, with his heart so very full.

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Once the call ends, it only leaves Oscar alone with his thoughts. His eyes are wide open, with his ears ringing and repeating those last few words spoken by the american.

"Darling. Did he really call me 'darling'?"

Oscar felt blush fill in his cheeks. He rolls over and buries his reddened face into his pillow. He felt like a 8th grader that had just fallen in love again, kicking his feet while blushing like crazy.

The aussie takes a minute to calm down. Logan might've only been teasing him. But what if he wasn't? What if he really meant it?

A shy grin appears on his face. He swears he isn't being delusional, more like... optimistic.

"Darling." Oscar whispers, with his heart fluttering.

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#OKAYY 4TH PART OUT #oscar at the last part is literally me #ALSO streets are saying that logans contract announcement is coming on tues? #god i rlly hope so #james bowel has to stop playing with my feelings #f1 #f1blr #logan sargeant #ls2 #oscar piastri #op81 #loscar #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #🩵🧡

[jpbjazz]

LÉGENDES DU JAZZ

CHARLES LLOYD, LE HIPPIE DU JAZZ

“With wildly bushy hair, military jacket, and garishly striped bell bottoms, he looks like a kind of show-biz hippie. He usually sounds like a kind of show-biz John Coltrane.”

- Martin Williams

Né le 15 mars 1938 à Memphis, au Tennessee, Charles Lloyd avait toujours baigné dans plusieurs cultures. Ses ancêtres sont à la fois d’origine africaine, choctaw (ou cherokee, selon les sources), mongole et irlandaise. Exposé dès son plus jeune âge au blues, au gospel et au jazz, Lloyd avait reçu son premier saxophone en cadeau à l’âge de neuf ans. À partir de ce moment, Lloyd était devenu un assidu des émissions de radio mettant en vedette Charlie Parker, Coleman Hawkins, Lester Young, Billie Holiday et Duke Ellington. Parmi les premiers professeurs de Lloyd, on remarquait le pianiste Phineas Newborn Jr. et le saxophoniste Irvin Reason. Il avait aussi étudié la composition avec le trompettiste Willie Mitchell. Le meilleur ami de Lloyd durant son enfance était le trompettiste Booker Little.

Durant son adolescence, Lloyd avait joué du jazz avec le pianiste Harold Mabern et les saxophonistes George Coleman et Frank Strozier. Il avait aussi accompagné les musiciens de blues Bobby "Blue" Bland, Howlin' Wolf et B.B. King, ainsi que le chanteur de rhythm & blues Johnny Ace. Durant son adolescence, un jeune camionneur nommé Elvis Presley était même venu le voir jouer. Lloyd expliquait: “Every night, to watch Calvin Newborn, Phineas’s younger brother, because he would be playing guitar and he jumped way up in the air, shaking his legs. Well, Elvis couldn’t do that guitar stuff that Calvin could do, but he could shake his leg, so he watched and got some stuff from those gigs.”

Évoquant son enfance dans le Sud, Lloyd avait commenté: “That world of man’s inhumanity to man – racism, segregation – was a game somebody had set up, a botheration”. Décrivant sa jeunesse à Memphis, Lloyd avait ajouté:

“We were in Mecca, you know? The music was just so powerful. We were bit by the cobra of Bird [Charlie Parker] and Prez [Lester Young], so it was no turning back, but the blues is part of our ethos and those were the gigs that were available to us. Howlin’ Wolf would come to town and say: ‘You play with me, you eat pork chops – you play in other bands, you eat neck bones!’ He could pay about $5 more, $10 more, than the other bands. Naturally, you wanted to play with Wolf. Plus the fact he would shake those buildings when he played. And the ladies, throwing their panties up on the stage and pulling on his pants!”

En 1956, Lloyd avait quitté Memphis afin de poursuivre des études de maîtrise en musique classique à l’University of Southern California (USC) à Los Angeles, où il avait étudié avec Halsey Stevens, un spécialiste de Bela Bartók. Lloyd expliquait ainsi ce qui l’avait tellement fasciné dans la musique de Bartók: “I think because of his work with his folk themes and folk melodies, it touched us, there was some some kind of simpatico.”

Après ses cours à l’université, Lloyd s’était produit dans les clubs avec des sommités du jazz comme Ornette Coleman (qui était devenu son mentor), Billy Higgins, Scott LaFaro, Don Cherry, Charlie Haden, Eric Dolphy, Bobby Hutcherson et d’autres musiciens bien en vue de la Côte ouest. Se rappelant une jam session qui avait eu lieu en 1966, Lloyd avait précisé: “Billy Higgins, Ornette, Dexter Gordon, a lot of guys were there. I got up to play and, afterwards, Ornette came up and said: ‘Man, you sure can play the saxophone but that don’t have a lot to do with music.’ He was about eight years older than me and, essentially, was saying that I could play but I didn’t have it together yet. We became friends, played and practised a lot together. It was a rich community in California, so I got blessed again.”

Durant son séjour à l’université, Lloyd avait aussi été membre du big band du compositeur et trompettiste Gerald Wilson. Lloyd était également très proche de Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Charles Mingus, Thelonious Monk et Coleman Hawkins. James Rozzi écrivait dans le magazine Wired: "Nary a review is written about saxophonist Charles Lloyd without mentioning his kinship to John Coltrane, both sonic and spiritual. But while Coltrane's sound became more strident with time, Lloyd's has grown lush and haunting." Lloyd détient également un baccalauréat en éducation musicale de Norfolk State University et une maîtrise en piano de l’Université du Michigan. La devise de Lloyd est ‘’Goin’ Ahead’ (toujours devant).

DÉBUTS DE CARRIÈRE

Après s’être installé à New York au début des années 1960, Lloyd s’était produit dans des clubs de jazz réputés comme le Birdland,  le Village Vanguard, le Half-Note, la Jazz Gallery et le Five-Spot.

Lloyd travaillait comme professeur lorsqu’il avait reçu une offre pour devenir directeur musical du groupe du batteur Chico Hamilton. À l’époque, Eric Dolphy venait de quitter la formation pour se joindre au groupe de Charles Mingus. Le guitariste hongrois Gábor Szabó, le contrebassiste Albert "Sparky" Stinson et le joueur de trombone Charles Bohanan avaient bientôt rejoint Lloyd dans le groupe d’Hamilton. Les albums d’Hamilton sur étiquette Impulse !, ‘’Passin' Thru’’ et ‘’Man from Two Worlds’’, comprenaient de la musique écrite et arrangée presque entièrement par Lloyd. Ce dernier avait aussi collaboré avec le batteur nigérien Babatunde Olatunji durant les périodes où il n’était pas en tournée avec Hamilton.

En 1964, Lloyd s’était joint au sextet de Cannonball Adderley, qui était aussi composé à l’époque de Nat Adderley, Joe Zawinul, Sam Jones et Louis Hayes. Lloyd était demeuré dans le groupe d’Adderley durant deux ans. Lloyd avait toujours été reconnaissant envers Adderley pour l’avoir incité à diriger ses propres formations.

Après avoir signé un contrat avec les disques Columbia en 1964, Lloyd avait commencé à enregistrer sous son propre nom. Ses deux premiers enregistrements pour Columbia, ‘’Discovery!’’ (1964), et ‘’Of Course, Of Course’’ (1965), réalisés avec une formation composée de  Gabor Szabo à la guitare, de Don Friedman et Herbie Hancock au piano, de Richard Davis et Ron Carter à la contrebasse, et de Roy Haynes et Tony Williams à la batterie, lui avaient valu d’être élu artiste de la relève par le magazine Downbeat.

Après avoir quitté le groupe d’Adderley en 1965, Lloyd avait formé son ‘’quartet classique’’ avec le batteur Jack DeJohnette, le pianiste Keith Jarrett et le contrebassiste Cecil McBee (qui avai plus tard été remplacé par Ron McClure). C’est avec ce groupe que Lloyd avait enregistré un premier album sous son nom intitulé ‘’Dream Weaver’’ en 1966. La musique du groupe était un amalgame de post-bop, de free jazz et de soul jazz. L’album live du quartet, intitulé ‘’Forest Flower’’, a été enregistré en 1966 au Festival de jazz de Monterey, et est devenu un des premiers albums de jazz de l’histoire à se vendre à plus d’un million de copies.

Très populaire dans le milieu de la contre-culture, le quartet de Lloyd attirait une clientèle hydride composée tant d’amateurs de rock que de jazz. Premier groupe de jazz à se produire au célèbre Fillmore Auditorium de San Francisco, le quartet de Lloyd pratiquait une musique de fusion qui incorporait des éléments de free jazz, de musique non occidentale, d’harmonies impressionnistes et de rock psychédélique. Ironiquement, le nouveau jazz-rock en émergence avait fait son apparition à la suite de performances qui étaient essentiellement acoustiques. Au Filmore, le quartet de Lloyd avait partagé la vedette avec des artistes et des groupes aussi renommés que Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Cream, the Grateful Dead et Jefferson Airplane. Lloyd avait d’ailleurs projeté d’enregistrer avec Hendrix, mais la mort prématurée du guitariste en septembre 1970 avait empêché le projet de se concrétiser. Lloyd avait également envisagé d’enregistrer avec le groupe les Byrds, mais la compagnie de disques avait refusé de soutenir le projet. Attribuant la décision à des considérations raciales, Lloyd avait commenté: “They said no, it’s not going to happen – they were still doing racial polarities.”

Parallèlement à ses performances au Filmore, Lloyd avait continué de se produire sur la scène des meilleurs festivals de jazz de la planète, dont ceux de Montreux, Antibes, Molde, Newport et Monterey.

Décrivant l’apparence de Lloyd à l’époque, le critique Martin Williams du New York Times écrivait:  “With wildly bushy hair, military jacket, and garishly striped bell bottoms, he looks like a kind of show-biz hippie. He usually sounds like a kind of show-biz John Coltrane.”

Lloyd avait également joué comme artiste invité sur les enregistrements de groupes comme les Doors, The Birds, The Grateful Dead, Ashish and Pranesh Khan, ainsi que les Beach Boys. Loin de se limiter au monde de la musique rock, les explorations de Lloyd avaient inspiré des musiciens de jazz comme Miles Davis qui avaient suivi son exemple en se produisant à leur tour au Filmore aux côtés de vedettes de la musique rock.

Après avoir été élu artiste jazz de l’année en 1967 par le magazine Down Beat, Lloyd avait fait une première tournée mondiale. Accueilli chaleureusement en Europe, notamment dans des festivals comme ceux de Montreux, Antibes et Molde en Norvège, le quartet de Lloyd était aussi devenu le premier groupe de jazz américain à se produire en URSS. Lorsque les spectateurs de Talinn, en Estonie, avaient appris que le KGB avait l’intention de ne pas laisser le groupe monter sur scène, ils avaient commencé à crier: "Lloyd jazz! Lloyd jazz!" Lorsque Lloyd était retourné en Estonie en 1997, Marju Kuut (qui avait assisté à la première performance du groupe trente ans auparavant) avait déclaré à Thomas Conrad du magazine Down Beat: "Europeans played in jazz, but something was missing. Lloyd was real, real American jazz. They didn't play for ... show. They played for themselves."

Le groupe avait également joué au Moyen-Orient, en Chine et dans les pays du Bloc de l’Est. Lloyd était aussi devenu le premier musicien de jazz à se produire au festival de musique classique de Bergen, en Norvège. Le quartet de Lloyd avait finalement été démantelé après que Miles Davis ait recruté DeJohnette et Jarrett dans le cadre de ses premiers groupes de jazz-fusion. Davis, qui avait toujours été un peu jaloux du succès de Lloyd, était un personnage très particulier selon les propres dires du saxophoniste. Lloyd expliquait: “Miles is very creative, a very special guy – he changed music a bunch of times.’’ Très lucide envers la personnalité très complexe de Davis, Lloyd était conscient que la situation ne pouvait durer. Lloyd avait précisé: “We can’t get along. He’s extremely talented but he wants all the girls and all the money.” 

Mais malgré toute sa célébrité, Lloyd ne se sentait plus très heureux. Il poursuivait: “You must understand, fame and fortune, it’s like a hog plum – looks real juicy and you bite into it and you break your teeth off because it’s all pit and skin. So, I came to realise the fame and fortune were why I was miserable. They weren’t what they seem. You know, I got all these demands on me: ‘Sign this, do that, be over here …’ Around ’68 things started getting bad: my marriage and the tragic magic.”

À l’époque, Lloyd avait également commencé à développer une dépendance envers les narcotiques, ce qui n’avait guère contribué à améliorer la situation. Il poursuivait: ‘’Some powder that you take in you. You do things with it. And you don’t have any problems, you just need to get your tragic magic each day. I’d go play with the Grateful Dead and they’d put Peru on the table, you know, a big mountain of coke and stuff … When you’re medicating yourself like that, you’re in another zone. At first it was stimulating but, after a while, it was impeding the creative.’’ 

Lloyd avait donc décidé de quitter New York pour la Californie afin de tenter de se reconstruire. Lloyd était aussi insatisfait de son contrat avec Atlantic, qu’il avait comparé au système des plantations à l’époque de l’esclavage. Se rappelant de son arrivée en Californie, Lloyd avait expliqué:

“I remember when I came back to California, Herbie, Wayne, Miles, Zawinul, Horace-none of those cats were out here then. I remember everybody said I was doing a dumb thing coming back to California. I was up at [Bob] Dylan’s place in [Woodstock, N.Y.]. We were standing around and his manager, Albert Grossman, had a pool, with cracks in it, and Dylan said, ‘Man, why are you going out there?’ I said, ‘I gotta go back to heal a little bit. I went to college out there and I’m gonna go be by the sea and not wear any clothes and become a fruitarian.’’’

Depuis la fin des années 1950, un peu comme Don Cherry, Yusef Lateef, l’Art Ensemble of Chicago et John Tchicai, Lloyd était aussi reconnu pour avoir incorporé la musique d’autres cultures dans le cadre de ses compositions.

Même si Lloyd avait enregistré plusieurs albums dans les années 1970 et avait collaboré aux enregistrements de plusieurs autres artistes, il était pratiquement disparu de la scène du jazz par la suite. Devenu un adepte de la méditation transcendentale, Lloyd avait commencé à collaborer massivement avec des groupes et des artistes du Big Sur, comme Robinson Jeffers, Langston Hughes, Henry Miller, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Jean Varda et Jamie DeAngulo.

Mais Lloyd était surtout connu pour sa collaboration avec les Beach Boys, tant sur leurs enregistrements en studio que comme membre de leur groupe de tournée. De nombreux membres des Beach Boys partageaient la fascination de Lloyd pour la technique. Lloyd, qui avait enregistré au studio-maison de Brian Wilson pour son propre compte durant cette période, avait rappelé plus tard que plusieurs membres du groupe l’avaient accompagné sur ces enregistrements. Certaines des pièces enregistrées à cette occasion avaient été incluses sur l’album de 1971 ‘'Warm Waters'', qui mettait également en vedette le guitariste soliste du groupe Quicksilver Messenger Service, John Cipollina. Évoquant sa collaboration avec les Beach Boys, Lloyd avait commenté:

“I didn’t know who the Beach Boys were but, it turned out, they were fans of mine. Mike Love started inviting me up to Brian Wilson’s place – Brian had a house in Bel Air with a studio in it and an engineer, there all the time. Atlantic had blackballed me and I’d run out of bread so they said: ‘You can use this studio.’ Brian would come down from his sandpit upstairs and sit in on the sessions and the band started singing on my records and stuff. It was an enlightened situation.”

À la même époque, Lloyd avait également fondé le groupe Celebration, une formation qui comprenait certains membres du groupe de tournée des Beach Boys, ainsi que Mike Love et Al Jardine. Le groupe Celebration avait enregistré deux albums.

Lloyd était brièvement retourné vers le jazz en 1981 afin de faire connaître le jeune pianiste français de dix-huit ans Michel Petrucciani. Faisaient aussi partie de la formation Son Ship Theus à la batterie et Palle Danielsson à la contrebasse.

Le retour de Lloyd avait été qualifié par le critique de jazz britannique Brian Case ‘’d’un des événements majeurs des années 1980.’’ La collaboration de Lloyd avec Petrucciani avait conduit à des tournées en Europe et au Japon en 1982 et 1983. Avec Petrucciani, Lloyd avait enregistré deux lbums en concert, ‘’Montreux 82’’ et ‘’A Night in Copenhagen’’, qui mettaient également en vedette le chanteur Bobby McFerrin.

Après s’être assuré que Petrucciani avai obtenu la reconnaissance qu’il méritait, Lloyd était retourné sur le Big Sur où il était resté en dehors de la scène du jazz durant une dizaine d’années.

ÉVOLUTION RÉCENTE

En 1986, après être contracté une maladie intestinale et avoir échappé de peu à la mort, Lloyd était retourné vers le jazz. Après avoir recouvré la santé en 1988, Lloyd avait formé un nouveau quartet avec le pianiste suédois Bobo Stenson. Lorsque Lloyd était retourné au Festival de jazz de Montreux la même année, le critique suisse Yvan Ischer avait écrit: "To see and hear Charles Lloyd in concert is always an event, not only because this saxophonist has been at quite a few crossroads, but also because he seems to hold an impalpable truth which makes him a thoroughly original musician...This is what we call grace."

En juillet 1989, Lloyd avait inaugué une longue collaboration avec les son premier album disques ECM, avec lesquels il avait enregistré un premier album intitulé ‘’Fish Out of Water.’’ Participaient également à l’enregistrement Bobo Stenson au piano, Palle Danielsson à la contrebasse et Jon Christensen à la batterie. Lors de la publication de l’album, le fondateur et producteur des disques ECM, Manfred Eicher, avait comparé l’enregistrement à une peinture de l’artiste suisse Alberto Giacometti en déclarant: "I really believe this is the refined essence of what music should be. All the meat is gone, only the bones remain." Les autres albums de Lloyd pour ECM comprenaient ‘’Notes From Big Sur’’ (1991), ‘’The Call’’ (1993), ‘’All My Relations’’ (1994), ‘’Canto’’ (1997), ’’Voice in the Night’’ (1998), ’’The Water Is Wide’’ (1999) (mettant en vedette le pianiste Brad Mehldau, le guitariste John Abercrombie, le contrebassiste Larry Grenadier et le batteur Billy Higgins), l’album live ’’Rabo de Nube’’ (2008, avec Jason Moran, Reuben Rogers et Eric Harland) et ’’Lift Every Voice’’ (2013).

Les albums de Lloyd pour ECM qui comprenaient des éléments d’expérimentation, étaient énormément influencés par les musiques du monde, comme sur son album en duo ‘’Which Way Is East’’ avec son ami et partenaire de longue date Billy Higgins. Enregistré en 2001, peu avant la mort du batteur, l’album a été publié en 2012. Le critique Linton Chiswick du magazine Gramophone avait écrit au sujet de l’album ‘’Canto’’ sur lequel Lloyd avait joué du hautbois tibétain: "Canto has the most exquisite opening of any jazz record made in a very long time.... Canto is a masterpiece. Resonant with the fragile, ethereal concentration that forms the life-force of Lloyd's music, it is the sound of a group that hasactually managed to create its own language."

En décembre 1999, Lloyd avait réuni le même personnel (John Abercrombie, Dave Holland et Billy Higgins) que sur son album acclamé ‘’Voice in the Night’’ pour enregistrer l’album ‘’Wide Waters: The 1999 Charles Lloyd Sessions’’. Enregistré à Los Angeles, l’album n’avait été publié qu’en juin 2013. Sur cet album, Lloyd avait rendu hommage à des compositeurs qui l’avaient particulièrement marqué au cours de sa carrière, comme Duke Ellington (“Black Butterfly’’ et ‘’“Heaven”), Billy Strayhorn (“Lotus Blossom”), et Cecil McBee (“Song Of Her”). La pièce-titre était une reprise d’une chanson traditionnelle écossaise.

Le 11 septembre 2001, Lloyd devait se produire au cabaret Blue Note de New York. La tragédie du World Trade Center avait obligé Lloyd à remettre le concert. Conscient que la terreur était un important levier de solidarité, Lloyd avait réagi à sa façon en enregistrant l’album ‘’Lift Every Voice’’. Enregistré en février 2002, l’album mettait à contribution Geri Allen au piano, John Abercrombie à la guitare, Marc Johnson et Larry Grenadier à la contrebasse et Billy Hart à la batterie. L’album n’a cependant été publié qu’en juin 2013. Sur le disque, Lloyd interprétait ses propres compositions ainsi que des classiques comme ‘’Amazing Grace’’, ‘’I’m Afraid’’ de Duke Ellington et “Blood Count’’ de Billy Strayhorn.

En mai 2004, Lloyd avait aussi enregistré ‘’Sangam’’, un album en trio avec Zakir Hussain (tabla, voix et percussion) et Eric Harland (batterie, percussion, piano). Le mois suivant, Lloyd était retourné en studio pour enregistrer l’album ‘’Jumping the Creek’’ avec une formation composée de Geri Allen au piano, de Robert Hurst à la contrebasse et d’Eric Harland à la batterie. L’album a été publié en juin 2013.

L’album ‘’Mirror’’ (2010), le second enregistrement de Lloyd avec son New Quartet, avait été qualifié de ‘’classique’’ par la critique. L’album live ‘’Rabo de Nube’’ (2008) a été proclamé album de l’année dans le cadre des sondages des lecteurs et des critiques du magazine Jazz Times. L’album avait été enregistré avec un quartet composé de Jason Moran au piano, de Reuben Rogers à la contrebasse et d’Eric Harland à la batterie.

À la même époque, Lloyd avait également collaboré avec la chanteuse classique grecque Maria Farantouri dans le cadre d’un concert présenté à l’Herodion Theater de l’Acropole, à Athènes. Ta Nea, un journal d’Athènes, avait commenté: "Music has no borders...The audience was filled with a Dionysian ecstasy. While the music had reminiscences of a Hypiros fair, at the same time it took you to the heart of New York City." Le concert a été enregistré et a été publié par les disques ECM sous le titre d’’’Athens Concert’’ en 2011.

En 2013, Lloyd a célébré son 75e anniversaire de naissance dans le cadre de concerts présentés au Metropolitan Museum of Art de New York City et au Kennedy Center Concert Hall de Washington, D.C. La même année, Lloyd a également été honoré par l’Université du Texas à l’occasion d’un concert de ses oeuvres mettant en vedette la Huston-Tillotson University Concert Choir, la University of Texas Concert Chorale et la Prairie View Texas A&M University Concert Choir.

En janvier 2015, on avait annoncé que Lloyd avait signé un contrat avec les disques Blue Note. ‘’Wild Man Dance’’, un album en concert sur lequel Lloyd interprétait une longue suite pour quartet de piano, contrebasse, batterie et saxophone qui lui avait été commandée par le Jazztopad Festival de Wroclaw, en Pologne, a été publié en avril 2015. Deux ans plus tard, le festival Jazztopad avait commandé à Lloyd une oeuvre multimédia intitulée “Red Waters, Black Sky.”

En 2016, Lloyd avait fondé le groupe The Marvels avec qui il avait publié l’album “Charles Lloyd & the Marvels, I Long To See You” sur étiquette Blue Note. Le groupe était composé des guitaristes Bill Frisell et Greg Leisz, du contrebassiste Reuben Rogers et du batteur Eric Harland. L’album mettait aussi en vedette Norah Jones et Willie Nelson comme artistes invités. Lloyd retraçait ainsi les origines du groupe:

“I used to play at this club in Memphis, where a country band was always finishing up as we came in. Their pedal steel guitar player, Al Vescovo, fell in love with my playing, and I with his. He and I became friends, which wasn’t easy on account of the color lines. But the warmth of our friendship was pure. I eventually left for California, and we never saw each other again. Years later, I started performing with Bill Frisell—a seeker whose music, like mine, dances on many shores. On the road, between concerts, I was always reminiscing with him about this young musician from my teens. One night, he invited a pedal steel guitar player to sit in on a concert we played at UCLA’s Royce Hall. That turned out to be Greg Leisz. Hearing him brought full circle a childhood feeling of that instrument and its sonority. Thus, The Marvels were born, because what had happened was a marvel.”

En 2018, le groupe avait publié un second album intitulé “Vanished Gardens” avec Lucinda Williams comme artiste invitée. Ce disque avait été suivi en mars 2021 de ‘’Tone Poem’’, le troisième album du groupe Charles Lloyd & the Marvels. En plus de trois compositions originales de Lloyd, l’album comprenait des oeuvres de Leonard Cohen (‘’Anthem’’), Ornette Coleman (“Peace” et “Ramblin’”) et Thelonious Monk (‘’Monk’s Mood’’).

Très apprécié comme compositeur et arrangeur, Lloyd a obtenu d’autres commandes au cours de sa longue carrière. Son opéra ‘’Song of Solomon’’ a été présenté en première à Detroit, au Michigan, en 1988. Les compositions et les arrangements de Lloyd étaient aussi en vedette sur l’album ‘’Great Day in the Morning and Spirituals’’, de Jessye Norman. Lloyd a également écrit les arrangements de l’album ‘’The Passion of Christ in Spirituals’’ de la soprano Veronica Tyler, de l’album ‘’Let it Shine’’ de la soprano Laura-English Robinson, et du premier album de la mezzo soprano Carolyn Sebron. Compositeur prolifique, Lloyd a également écrit plus de soixante arrangements choraux de spirituals et d’hymnes sous le titre de ‘’The Invisible Church.’’ En 1990, Kathleen Battle et Jessye Norman ont interprété deux compositions de Lloyd dans le cadre de l’album ‘’Spirituals in Concert’’, enregistré sur étiquette Deutsche Grammophon. En 2000, les Warner Bros. Publications ont publié une compilation des spirituals de Lloyd sous le titre de The Spiritual Art Song Collection.

Le 2 août 2008, l’opéra de Lloyd ‘’Emmett Till’’ a été présenté en grande première au Science High School de Newark, au New Jersey. L’oeuvre avait été commandée par la Trilogy Opera Company. Lloyd a aussi été en vedette dans le cadre de la Hamilton Fairfield Symphony Orchestra American Masters Concert Series. Les pièces ‘’Ballad of the Black Mother” et “Amazing Grace”, composées et arrangées par Lloyd, figurent sur l’album  ‘’Songs of America’’ du baryton-basse Oral Moses. Lloyd a également été un des compositeurs invités sur ‘’The Sisyphus Syndrome’’, un concert thématique dans la plus pure des tradition du poète Amiri Baraka, qui a été présenté au Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture. En 2011, la cantate de Lloyd intitulée “Spirit Song” pour soprano, baryton, choeur et piano a été présentée en première dans le cadre du 200e anniversaire de la révolte des esclaves de 1811 en Louisiane.

En 2019, Lloyd avait aussi été chargé par le Alonzo King’s Lines Ballet  de composer un ballet intitulé “Azoth”. L’oeuvre a été présentée en première mondiale le 1er octobre 2019. Lloyd a aussi été mandaté pour écrire deux chansons pour le chanteur basse Kevin Maynor sur un texte du Sud-Africain Don Matera. L’oeuvre peut être entendue sur l’album ‘’The Black Art Song.’’ Plusieurs des spirituals de Lloyd ont été publiés.

En 2020, les disques Blue Note ont publié un coffret en édition limitée intitulé “Charles Lloyd, 8, Kindred Spirits”, qui comprenait un livre de photographies de 96 pages, quatre microsillons et un DVD d’une de ses performances en concert. Lloyd a aussi joué le rôle d’accompagnateur officiel dans le cadre de plusieurs compétitions internationales dont l’International Voice Competition de Rio de Janeiro, l’International Gaudeamus Competition of 20th Century Music de Rotterdam, la Munich Voice Competition, et la 6e compétition Internationale de chant Tchaikovsky à Moscou.

Véritable force de la nature, Lloyd a enregistré une vingtaine d’albums depuis qu’il a signé un contrat avec ECM en 1989. Lorsqu’on parlait à Lloyd de sa remarquable productivité, il répondait: “I’m a seeker and I’m trying to change the world, right? And I’m doing it with sound.” Depuis le début de son association avec les disques Blue Note en 2015, Lloyd avait continué de travailler avec des musiciens d’un peu partout sur la planète (provenant notamment de l’Inde, de Hongrie et de Grèce), tout en collaborant avec des vedettes de la musique pop comme Norah Jones, Willie Nelson et Lucinda Williams, ce qui lui avait permis de conquérir un nouveau public. Lloyd expliquait: “Back in Memphis I used to jam with a country band who had a hot pedal steel guitar player so, by playing with Bill Frisell [guitar] and Greg Leisz [pedal steel], I’ve managed to reach after that. I like weird connections because I don’t like to play with one hand behind my back. I got to have a full deck of cards: no restrictions.”

Refusant toute étiquette, Lloyd a toujours des goûts aussi éclectiques: il interprête même ses propres versions de chansons de Bob Dylan et de Brian Wilson. Même si le style de Lloyd n’avait pas vraiment changé depuis les années 1960, il avait commencé à se faire connaître comme interprète de ballades, notamment depuis la parution de l’album ‘’The Water is Wide’’ en 2000, avec une formation composée de Brad Mehldau, John Abercrombie, Larry Grenadier et Billy Higgins.

Multi-instrumentiste, Lloyd joue du saxophone ténor et du saxophone alto, de la flûte et de divers instruments à anche. Lorsqu’on demandait à Lloyd quelle était sa définition du jazz, il répondait:

"This is a music of freedom and wonder. It uplifts, it inspires, it touches the heart, and it heals. It is transformational. Jazz is our indigenous art form and is constantly evolving while remaining deeply rooted in tradition and nourished by the American terroir. I have been drunk with the pursuit of ‘the sound’ all my life – and have been blessed to stand on the shoulders of those who came before me and gave encouragement – this is also part of the tradition." 

Se décrivant lui-même comme une sorte d’archéologue ou d’astronome, Lloyd avait ajouté: “I’m an archeologist and astronomer, trying to make a breakthrough. I have this dream that I’m going to melt into the music and I’ll become what it is. It’s such a beautiful gift that I’ve been given of being able to continue to explore. I pick up the instrument and I play and I can’t put it down. It takes me. I go out in nature and come home with these quantum mechanics in my heart.”

Charles Lloyd a remporté plusieurs prix au cours de sa carrière. En 2013, le Festival international de jazz de Montréal a décerné à Lloyd le prestigieux Miles Davis Award. Le 25 juin 2014, la National Endowment for the Arts avait annoncé qu’elle avait décerné à Lloyd un Jazz Master Awards, le plus important honneur pouvant être remis à un musicien de jazz aux États-Unis. La même année, Lloyd avait été honoré dans le cadre du Jazz Legends Gala du Festival de Jazz de Monterey. Le gala était animé par le pianiste Herbie Hancock. Toujours en 2014, Lloyd avait remporté le Alfa Jazz Fest International Music Award. En 2015, le Berklee College of Music a décerné à Lloyd un doctorat honorifique en musique. Lloyd a reçu son doctorat au cours d’une cérémonie tenue dans le cadre du Umbria Jazz Festival en juillet 2015. Lloyd a également été intronisé au sein du Memphis Music Hall of Fame en 2016. L’année suivante, le Festival de jazz de San Sebastian lui a attribué un Lifetime Achievement Award. En août 2019, Lloyd a aussi été nommé Chevalier de l’Ordre des Arts et des Lettres par le ministre de la Culture de France.

Toujours actif sur la scène du jazz à l’âge de plus de quatre-vingt ans, Charles Lloyd vit à Santa Monica en Californie avec son épouse, l’architecte et gérante Dorothy Darr. Le couple avait vécu la majorité des années 1970 dans le Big Sur, dans une modeste maison de campagne d’inspiration japonaise qui avait été le premier projet architectural de la carrière de Darr. Lorsqu’il Lloyd était tombé gravement malade en 1986, Lloyd avait décidé de se rapprocher des médecins. Darr expliquait: “When Charles had a health crisis, when he nearly died in ’86, we realized that we needed to be closer to doctors. We actually were here when that happened. Had he been up there, he would not be here now. So that was how we shifted permanently down here.” La nouvelle maison du couple, également conçue par Darr, a été érigée en 1998 sur une propriété que le couple possédait depuis 1982. Commentant le travail de son épouse, Lloyd avait déclaré: “She has had architects want to come and see her house. These guys are supposed to be doing this for a living. She’s a renaissance woman.’’ Lloyd avait ajouté: “After we lived in New York in lofts, I still want to live in a loft, you know? [Darr] lived in Florence. From Florence, she says, ‘OK, he needs a loft and I need the gentility of an Italian, Moorish house.’ We had this land and she built this space. The beautiful thing is that you don’t hear any sounds and you don’t have people bothering you. I think it helps me to aerate, to go for hikes in the mountains and go swimming in the water. All of that stuff is still important to me.”

Compositeur, pianiste, arrangeur et accompagnateur, Charles Lloyd est aussi professeur de musique et directeur de chorale à l’Université Southern et au College A & M, à Baton Rouge, en Louisiane.

La carrière et les compositions de Lloyd ont fait l’objet de deux thèses de doctorat: ‘’The Vocal Works of Charles Lloyd, Jr.: The Dramatic Works, Art Songs and Spiritual Art Song’’ de Charis Kelly Hudson (Louisiana State University, décembre 2011) et ‘’The Contributions of Twentieth Century African American Composers to the Solo Trumpet Repertoire: A Discussion and Analysis of Selected works by: Ulysses s. Kat, Adolphus C. Hailstork, Regina Harris Baiocchi, and Charles Lloyd, Jr.’’ d’Orrin Wilson (University of Nebraska, juin 2011).

Le violoniste classique Yehudi Menuhin avait écrit au sujet de Lloyd dans son autobiographie intitulée ‘’Unfinished Journey’’ publiée en 1976: “He was a special guy. He had this universal love for music. I like the guys with the universal thing.” Lecteur insatiable, Lloyd recommandait particulièrement l’ouvrage ‘’Indian Tales’’ de l’ethnomusicologue français d’origine espagnole Jaime de Angulo. Il expliquait: “It’s about the indigenous people who lived in our area in Big Sur, the Esalen tribe. Down here, it’s the Chumash, but up there, it’s the Esalen. Marvelous stories about them. And on our property, there grew this plant, this datura. It’s like a trumpet flower and a vine. It had medicinal purposes. They could brew a tea with it. It was a hallucinogen. They would have ceremonies up on this part of our land. I got the hit from it.”

Considéré comme le plus hippie des musiciens de jazz, Charles Lloyd a inspiré le commentaire suivant au critique Peter Watrous du New York Times: “Mr. Lloyd has come up with a strange and beautiful distillation of the American experience, part abandoned and wild, part immensely controlled and sophisticated.”

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Fight or Flight

Part 3

Everaine said, “Basic dictionary definitions here. Werewolves: half-man, half-wolf, taking the strength of a man and the hunting instinct and barbaric qualities of the wolf, and merging them into one powerful abomination. Man-lizards are even worse; half-man, half-lizard, with none of the weaknesses of the wolf, and all of the strengths of man and lizard; they were immune to the anti-werewolf serum. Were-lizards cross the strengths of man-lizards and werewolves; one-third lizard, one-third man, and one-third wolf creatures that are beyond repairable, and their mutation isirreversible.”

“The venom in the man-lizards’ and were-lizards’ bloodstreams neutralized the effects of the antidote in the serum, and the chemicals were absorbed by the blood cells.” Super Donkey picked up the almost-full glass of margarita from the pine coaster; he got up halfway from the bar stool. “Everaine and Ezio believe your work in the laboratory developing antidepressants and other medications prior to your career in the Air Force would prove a key part in neutralizing these beasts.”

“Why ally ourselves with you when we could possibly neutralize this threat on our own, by ourselves?” said Dorothy.

“This threat is too big to fight alone,” Jessie added. “They’re right about this; we can only defeat the werewolves, man-lizards and were-lizards with help.”

“If we’re gonna get help, it’ll be on our terms, Armstrong.”

“What do you suppose we do then, Hoffs?”

“Rally up The Alpha Team.”

Everaine scoffed. “We told you already. The Alpha Team will fail.”

“I don’t think it will fail, necessarily.” Ezio took a swig from the glass of margarita. “Jessie, Dorothy, report back to me once the full roster is assembled. We will be watching your team closely.”

“We have the team,” said Jessie. “Badass Bill, Kick Ashley, Christie ‘Skinny’ Kasley, Jasper ‘Skull-Bones’ Jones, Wildboy Williams, Dorothy ‘Lady Daggers’ Hoffs and myself, Jessie ‘Sharpshot Jess’ Armstrong make up the roster.”

“Then assemble the team.” Everaine replied.

The screen flickered out. Jessie and Dorothy could see their hollow, foggy reflections peering back in the pitch-black monitors. “We can’t keep letting them throw us around like rag dolls,” Dorothy complained. “They’re not us, and we’re not them.

“You know this; they’re taking on the big bad guys and we’re just there to eat their leftovers.”

“They might be right though,” responded Jessie. “We aren’t strong enough.”

“Some years after I rescued you, you said you weren’t strong enough to love yourself; you couldn’t find your identity; you couldn’t accept that it wasn’t your fault; you wouldn’t be anything in life, and I made you take that back and promise you would love yourself. Now you’re stronger than ever, but you say you’re not strong. We are strong.”

“Dad killed my mom and it’s all my fault. I couldn’t protect her.”

“You couldn’t protect yourself either. Her death was out of your control.”

“My mother was French,” she recounted. “Before my father walked in with a pan, she said, ‘Je t’aime. Je t’ai aimé. Je t’aimerai jusqu'à la fin.’

Meaning, ‘I love you. I loved you. I will love you till the end of time.’”

“And I love you too. Et je t’aime aussi, oui?” Dorothy unzipped her felt coat, revealing her steel daggers. The hilts had a logo encrusted in a brilliant golden hue, and “Pro Deo; Omnes vincit ad Deum,” inscribed on the lustrous blade.

“These blades are beautiful, aren’t they?” asked Dorothy. “My older brother gifted them to me. Their name was Pryce Hoffs, and she gave me these before she died in a car crash. In Latin, it means, ‘For God; All wins for God.’ Indeed, Latin is a beautiful language.”

“I think Dorothy and Jessie are standing in the way,” said the mayor. “and I can’t let them interfere, so put on a demonstration on the streets, because if monstrosities won’t strike fear into their hearts, maybe terrorism will.”

“But Mayor Hughsonnes,” Henchman replied. “the city people will get harmed. You promised us you wouldn’t harm innocents.”

“Keeping promises is for goodie-two-shoes. I’ve had enough of being the good guy, when the world needs bad guys.”

“But mayor…” Henchman trembled and anxiously cupping his palms. “Surely this isn’t a good idea.”

The mayor demanded, “You will blow up the streets, kill the vermin you and them call innocent, take hostages, and pick fight; until they show themselves, make a scene.”

“Mayor, the townspeople don’t deserve this,” Henchman begged. “The townspeople are just innocents.”

“What did I say? They aren’t innocents. Those people don’t care about you. They don’t tend to the ill.

“They’ll break your heart, Henchman, and your weeping will merely come off as seeking their pity.” The mayor adjusted himself, spritzing a dab of cologne over his cheek. “Remember, they didn’t tend to your needs in the slums, when you were homeless. You meant nothing to them, but you mean everything to me.”

Henchman asked, “I have a sister, don’t I?”

“Her name was Agnes Mills,” clarified the mayor. “She left you on my doorstep in a crib and a blanket made of sheep wool. Because she didn’t care for you, so I took you in as my own, and you called me father, and dad, and papa, and daddy, and you forgot about your sister; because she didn’t love you; I did. I love you, and I loved you, and I will love you, Henchman.”

“Thank you mayor. It means a lot coming from you.”

The frantic reporter on the television screamed, “Chaos in the streets as in a violent act of terrorism, the Statue of Liberty was blown to pieces, by cold fugitives who go by the aliases Jacob and Seth. The authorities tell anyone who has any leads on the real identities of these masked marauders to call the hotline on your screen; and in other words…”

“What the hell?” Jessie quietly cried. “Dorothy, look at this.”

“What is it Jessie?” Dorothy asked, glancing at the screen. “Oh dear God… the Statue of Liberty…”

“We don’t need Dorothy Hoffs and Jessie Armstrong right now, Dorothy. The world needs Lady Daggers and Sharpshot Jess.”

“Is The Alpha Team ready, Jess?”

“Damn right it is.”

Ezio darted through the clouds, cutting a silver line through the blue yonder; following him was Everaine, dawning a leotard themed like hornets, and bumblebees gathered in clusters, becoming her wings; Malcolm Loudmouth shrieked, he leapt off the rooftops of buildings; Super Donkey glided past balconies high off the lakes and hidden away green pastures and busy intersections below him, carrying a feeble, wrinkly old elf, Stink’n’fart, and Marten “Kid Spud” De Brosse. Explosions tore apart bridges, as Jasper “Skull-Bones” Jones chased a pack of man-lizards, were-lizards and werewolves; Badass Bill and Kick Ashley trekked on a gigantic, six-wheeeler military jeepney; Christie Kasley beat down thugs. Choppers hovered over The Alpha Team; helicopter blades roared. Sharpshot Jess and Lady Daggers leapt from the hull.

Their parachutes activated. Mighty wind blades carried them down; their team rendezvoused, all dressed in obsidian-black jumpsuits. Lady Daggers said to the rest, “We don’t need the Justice League, or the Avengers, or the X-Men or Fantastic Four or the Lantern Core, or The Superpeople. They are the nice guys and the betas.

“Only 7.8 billion people need them; however, we don’t. This is our ‘Avengers-Assemble’ moment from the real good guys. We are The Alpha Team.”

[dontfeeltoohot]

You know that ep where House brings Wilson’s dog to the hospital? That but for Chase maybe since you’re looking for prompts?

Not entirely sure if I’m understanding this prompt completely, but here’s a little tiny ficlet on what I’m interpreting it to be, which is House bringing in Hector and Chase being allergic.

+++

Walking into Diagnostics, Chase freezes. House is sitting at the glass table, which isn’t unusual, but what is, is the small, wirey haired terrier that’s laying on the floor next to him, gnawing on a bone. Swallowing, not wanting to appear sketchy, Chase goes and sits his bag down on the table as far away from the dog as possible, knowing it’s normal for him to be near the back anyway.

“New case?”

“Read over it, try and beat the others to a diagnosis and you may just win Hector here. Wilson’s pawned him off on me, and I don’t want him.”

Chase rolls his eyes and catches a folder House throws at him, scrunching his nose up slightly as Hector stands and shakes. The Aussie tries not to imagine all the dander and fur floating into the air. He reads the file for a few minutes, trying to think of all the different causes for the woman’s symptoms, barely acknowledging both Cameron and Foreman as they walk in.

He’s still engrossed in the papers when Hector finds his way over to his legs, sitting down at his feet and panting. Chase tries his hardest not to instantly move away- he doesn’t feel like dealing with his boss more than he has to today. It’s no use though, because not four minutes later, his nose is itching and congestion is starting to seep into his head.

Sniffling, the intensivist tries to inconspicuously rub at his eyes, ignoring the dog that’s wagging its tail and looking at him. Cameron, who’s sitting next to him, bends down and rubs the dogs head, making Chase grimace inwardly. Seconds late, his nostrils twitch from irritation and he turns his head to the left, pressing it to his plaid shirt covered shoulder.

“hngKT!”

Grateful when nobody says anything, Chase turns back and sniffles again, trying to focus on what House is saying, but before he can, the tickle flutters again and the doctor can barely shift before-

“ihnGKt!”

“Would you shut up?”

House glares at Chase, though his voice isn’t actually heated. The other man wants to respond with a snarky comment, but he can’t, not when Cameron’s kicked up so much of the dogs fur around him.

“hih’KTsch’ew!”

“Are you okay?”

“He’s fine,” House rolls his eyes. “Hector, stay by Chase all day, maybe it’ll make him miserable enough to do his job.”

Sighing, Chase gets up and grabs a paper towel from the small kitchenette. Cameron frowns.

“You’re allergic to dogs?”

“Mildly, I’m fihh-gKTschh! Fine..”.

Chase blushes as he catches the sneeze into a new paper towel, sniffling wetly. He refuses to blow his nose, not while in front of the team, he’s already embarrassed enough.

“Foreman, go get an accurate history of the patient, Cameron, go check his place. And you, go get an antihistamine and then draw blood to check for cancer markers.”

Chase nods when House looks at him, walking out of the room as quickly as he can, not wanting to have to deal with his boss and his teasing any longer.

#my fic #sorry if this is shit #I’m SO tired today

[writtingrose]

Kinktober; Day Three

SUMMARY; Threesome with Becky and Rhea

WARNINGS; sexual content, female on female on female

REQUESTED BY; @hungmanhorsecarriage

BETA’D BY; myself and @sithstatlander

CO-WRITTEN BY; @sithstatlander

WORD COUNT; 1,865

GIF CREDIT; Becky; @becky2straps Rhea; unknown

*All GIF credits to the rightful creators. If they are not tagged it was because I wasn’t sure who it was. If it is yours or you know the creator please let me know. I would be happy to tag them as credit or replace the gif.*

A small smirk graced Rhea’s mouth as her fingers dug into Melissa’s hips, pulling the orange haired lass closer. Her lips pressed just under Melissa’s ear before she stepped away completely.

“I’m going to get us fresh drinks, princess. I’ll be right back.”

Rhea stepped towards the bar, leaving a slightly confused Melissa on the dance floor. On the other side of the room, Becky chuckled to herself and made her way towards the younger woman.

“Need a partner, lass?”

Her hands came to rest where Rhea’s had been moments earlier as their bodies began to move against each other.

“Um, Rhea only went to get drinks. She should be back quickly.”

Becky chuckled again as she tightened her hold just a little.

“Don’t worry, little one, she won’t mind.”

Melissa started to argue but let it go. If she was being honest with herself, she has always wondered what being in Becky’s arms would feel like. Surely it wouldn’t be a big deal if she stayed there for a moment or two.

Melissa let herself get into the music and into Becky’s arms as they danced together for a few moments alone. That was, until she felt another pair of hands come up on her from behind. She knew those hands more than her own; Rhea.

Melissa tried to turn back to see her, but Becky’s grip kept her body facing forward toward hers.

“You like this, don’t you?”

Rhea questioned her in a steamy whisper near her ear, which sent a warm tingle down Melissa’s neck.

Melissa couldn’t find words to speak at that moment so she rapidly nodded. There was no denying that she liked this. She was pressed between the two hottest girls she could ever think of, how bad could that be?

“That’s a good lass.”

Becky chimed in.

Rhea pressed herself into Melissa, sending her into Becky more, before kissing her neck gently. Becky followed Rhea’s lead and kissed Melissa’s collar bone. Between the two of their lips on her skin she was already being pleasured.

“Do you know what we’re going to do to you?”

Becky whispered near her ear, once she finished kissing her sensitive skin, sending another round of warm tingles down her body.

Melissa shook her head.

“You’ll just have to see.”

Rhea spoke from behind her.

Soon their words weren’t the only thing doing the teasing. Becky looked back at Rhea and winked, Rhea smirking back at Becky, them both knowing what was coming next while Melissa waited in suspense.

Becky’s fingers made their way up Melissa’s thigh until they found the fabric of her dress, she quickly pushed passed and found the thin, soaked, lacy fabric of Melissa’s panties. With a swift movement, Becky had them pushed to the side, her fingers able to touch her soaked slit and give her clit a little teasing touch.

Melissa could only react by throwing her head back, holding in her moans as her head now rested on Rhea’s shoulder. Their eyes locked on each other, but only for a second before Melissa’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, Becky’s fingers circling her clit. With Melissa’s exposed neck in Rhea’s sights she decided to take advantage of it and began kissing it again with some roughness that dared to leave a mark.

It wasn’t until Melissa’s legs began to shake and her moans were becoming almost audible that they finally decided maybe it was time to get her to the hotel room before someone noticed exactly what was going on.

The drive to the hotel felt like forever to Melissa. Squished between the two, she couldn’t help but squirm as their hands continued to caress her body. With a deep blush over her cheeks, she was thankful it was dark and the taxi driver couldn’t see them.

Once they arrived, Rhea ushered them up to the room, the door closing with a hard ‘click’ behind them.

“Do you know how much I’ve been looking forward to this?” Her voice came out husky, almost a growl as she backed them towards the bed. “Becky and I have been planning this for weeks. Now, you’re both mine.”

She grabbed Melissa and pulled her to her. Wasting no time, her hands clawed and grabbed at her clothes as her mouth sucked marks into her neck. Beside them, Becky followed, stripping her own clothes off before taking Rhea’s place. The Aussie stepped back and removed her own clothes before gently smacking Melissa’s ass.

“Onto the bed, my love. I want those legs wide open. Need to see how wet you are for us.”

Melissa bit her lip as she nodded, slowly making her way onto the bed and towards the pillows. She fell onto her back just as her legs parted, giving the two women in front of her the perfect view of her dripping core.

Becky moaned gently as she looked to Rhea, silently asking permission. Rhea nodded as she moved to sit beside Melissa.

“Look at that, princess. Already making a mess on the sheets.”

Becky nodded, licking her lips as she crawled onto the foot of the bed. Her hands wrapped around Meliisa’s thighs as her mouth got closer and closer to the younger woman’s core.

“I bet she’s going to taste fucking amazing too. Sounds so good moaning for us.”

Becky surged forward then, licking a stripe from Melissa’s entrance, through her folds, and over her clit before groaning. Her eyes closed as she did it again, this time her tongue pressing harder before sucking on her clit. Melissa cried out gently, her hands moving to tangle into the Irishwomans hair. Rhea’s eyes darkened as she watched, her own hands moving to knead Melissa’s breasts and nipples.

“That’s right, Becks, taste her. Slide your finger into her like we talked about. Just a little taste. We want her dripping before she cums for us.”

She leaned forward, her mouth wrapping around Melissa’s nipple as Becky curled her finger inside her. Her hips lift off the mattress as she cries out.

“Daddy!”

Both Becky and Rhea smirked as they continued their onslaught, Rhea growling gently.

“That’s right, babe. Cry out for your daddy.”

With Melissa’s hips up Becky took the time to slide another finger inside of her and joined it with her other curled one while Rhea swirled her tongue around Melissa’s hardened nipple.

They were working her up, but they wouldn’t let her get off too easy.

Just as Melissa’s moans spilled more frequently from her lips and her breath began to shake, Rhea and Becky both popped off of her at the same time, earning a desperate whine out of her.

“Shhh.”

Becky cooed as she took over Rhea’s position on the bed, distracting Melissa as Rhea left the bed.

Rhea quietly opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out her new strap on. She had been meaning to try this with Melissa before, but they just never got around to it, but tonight seemed perfect for trying new things.

Becky was doing a good job with distracting Melissa with small kisses and teasing her nipples that she hadn’t even noticed Rhea had returned and was positioned between her legs. Rhea took advantage of going unnoticed and lubed up her dildo with Melissa’s slick before positioning the tip at her entrance and sliding in slowly.

That’s when Melissa finally noticed Rhea’s presence along with the filling feeling that she was fairly unfamiliar to.

Rhea’s eyes were lust filled, a smirk across her lips, just before sliding more inside of her causing her to moan out again.

Becky winked at Rhea before teasing one of Melissa’s nipples between her fingers and whispering in her ear.

“You like your daddy’s fake cock?”

Melissa moaned in pleasure just as Rhea withdrew from inside of her and rammed herself back in.

Becky kissed her ear before whispering in it again.

“Tell your daddy how much you like it, tell daddy now.”

The way Becky demanded Rhea’s little princess around turned her on even more. She liked it more than she thought she would.

“Daddy, I like it so much. I-I love it so much, daddy.”

Melissa’s words seemed to push Rhea over the edge, earning an even deeper growl from her and a much harsher pace.

Becky made a quick decision to help Melissa reach her orgasm and her own. She laid herself over Melissa in a sixty-nine position which took Melissa by complete surprise, but not a bad surprise, she licked her lips looking at Becky’s wet cunt just before she felt her own being licked again. Becky was so good at that and Melissa tried to follow her lead. She spread Becky’s untouched lips and let her tongue taste her wetness just before focusing on her throbbing clit, earning a moan from Becky.

That moan vibrated onto Melissa’s clit, the feeling giving her even more pleasure, making her moan back and cause the same effect for Becky.

Rhea kept her pace in Melissa as rough as before as she kept her eyes on what was unfolding in front of her. Her girlfriend's face buried in Becky’s wet pussy and Becky’s face buried in her girlfriend's soaked pussy. It was sending her over the edge fully, but she wouldn’t let herself cum just yet. She wanted to take care of Melissa and Becky first. Rhea knew it wouldn’t take her much longer, but she loved watching her princess unfold for her and wanted to know what Becky looked like when she came too.

Melissa was close to her orgasm at that point. Her one hand gripped onto Becky’s hip and her other roughly held onto the bed sheet beneath her. Her tongue rapidly flicked onto Becky’s clit, not forgetting about helping Becky get off just as she had imagined in her head many times before, but still letting out a moan every few seconds from her own pleasures.

Rhea spoke with her demanding tone.

“Cum, cum for daddy!”

Rhea knew how her demanding words worked and just like that Melissa’s body released and her orgasm hit her, leaving her with shaking thighs and a loss of breath. Becky came almost as quickly as Melissa did, Rhea’s words must’ve worked for her too.

Rhea moaned before collapsing beside them, her own legs shaking as she came; the sheets below them now a mess. The three of them couldn’t help but smile, basking in the after glow and smell of sex in the room. Rhea smiled as she turned her head towards Melissa and kissed her cheek, their hands clasping together.

“I hope you enjoyed it, my love.” Rhea smiled as she pulled the strap on off and tossed it aside. “But I think the shower is only big enough for the two of us. Sorry Becks.”

Becky just laughed as she winked and went to get up. “Just let me know if you want to do it again. I'm always down.”

She dressed quickly and slipped from the room, leaving Rhea and Melissa alone as they enjoyed each other’s company. A few minutes passed before Rhea smiled and got up, chuckling gently.

“Come on, baby. Round two in the shower.”

Hello lovelies! Here is the much anticipated day 3! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it and the opportunity to write with someone as talented at my co-writer! Looking forward to far 4. 😊

Much love, Rose xx

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[borkha]

KiDs HeAdCaNoNs

Six/Verónica

-She eats, and eats a lot.

-She hates Hunter because he kidnaped her, plus Ferryman doesn't helps

-She has ✨F a n g s✨

-She wond hesitate to throw the first thing she haves at hand to anyone.

-Ferryman's charge

-She is 8

Mono/Adam Jr.

-okay but his dad let him dye his hair, no one noticed until RK taked his bag off to give him a candy. His hair is blue 💖

-He has white hair, that's why he dyed it :(

-He has bad lungs, genetic, thanks dad.

-He doesnt gets mad easy, but he Will tell you, dead-looking "If you keep bothering me, i'll use your veins as shoelaces"

-Sleepy boi

-He's 14

Runaway Kid/Shaggy

-Bracket kid :(

-He sometimes needs to wear a hand holder (idk if i explain, he can't move his left hand too much so he needs to keep it without moving)

-He cannot walk straingth (because he's not straight- oh my god Rowan shut the fuck up.)

-His veins hurt all the time

-Roger charge

-10 years old <3

FlashLight girl/Nancy

-Anxiety tics ;;;;;;

-Everytime someone raises his hand in front of her, she runs off, thinks they are going to hit her.

-She is at Roger's charge too! :D

-9 years

The Pretender/Lilith

-Autistic huh

-Porcelain girl! She is fragile, take care of her :(

-She feels so alone, and she doesn't wants to ask Butler or Craftman to play because she thinks they're too old to play with her

-She likes to play with Annie's hair

-She has a lot of plushes! She does s Fortress(? With them and hides!

-She always asks Evan to use his Ushanka, comfy 💕

-At Hunter's care

-6 years!! Baby nwn

Raincoat Girl/Annie

-Um, ShuShs people a lot?

-dark eyebags, please someone sing her to sleep

-She hides, a lot.

-okay but her kidneys hurt

-She forgets to wash her teeth

-Lady's charge

-11 yeeeears

Ushanka Kid/Evan

-Okay he helps everybody

-cracks his bones a lot

-He likes to sleep in Doc's tummy, or in general anyone who has a tummy

-Ew, water

-Have's a DS too -w-

-haves a lot of paintings and mirrors

-At everyone's charge! But probably more with Mirror Man, he is a really good dad

-9 years

The Maw kids

-The Green kid is called Paul, Refuged kid is Otis, Long hair Girl is Aussie, Humpback girl is Sasha, and Bandaged kid it's just, Worm

-Paul is the leader, but he doesnt control anyone, just- he just is the leader.

-Aussie is really scared of the dark

-Sasha likes to sing, and she does it beautiful!

-Otis cries a lot, he justs wants his sister back

-Worm has an army of rats

-At Ferryman's charge

-Worm is 13, Otis is 10, Paul 9, Sasha 11 and Aussie 8

Lollipop Boy/Billy

-He broke Penny's nose with the lollipop, it was an accident :(

-Nobody knows why he cries

-The Bully girl(? He killed with the bike, it was his sister

-Diabetic probably

-At Teacher's charge, but he's scared of her :(

-He's 12

Spoon Girl/Penny

-Help's Doc to heal everyone

-It's Baker's daughter, but he doesn't want her

-always tired

-Has a pink unicorn plush, it's called prince! And she shows it proudly- oh also, when she's healing people, she gives them her plush to calm them ow.

-Everybody loves her freckles

-At Doc's charge

-9 years <3

Toddler/Toad

-has a lot of pets <'3

-Asks brother (Hunter) to give his coat, he looks adorable!

-He barccs, he ataccs, but most importantly, he snaccs

-Lil danci-dances

-At Hunter's charge

-4 uwu

Ghost kid/ Ron

-Okay he looks like someone beat the fuck out of him

-uses glasses, nice

-He can, and will snap your neck.

-he writes the market list on his arm, nice nice

-always laughs of others misfortunes

-At charge of the Cheffs

-14 years mhm

Black kid/Johan

-Okay hella scared of fire

-Friend with Ghost, they're besties

-Also friend with the nomes and bullies

-he just wants peace

-He will be agressive with anyone who damage any child, it doesnt matter if they're Friends or not.

-He knows how to do music with a banjo, but he preffers to hit people with it

-At Thin Man charge, he treats him nice

-15 years

Swollen kids/Anthony and Malcom

-Twins!!

-They're scared of Lady

-They hate water

-They're always smiling!

-Theyre friends with Lilith and Annie

-Lady choked them to death

-At Lady's charge :(

-8 years, ow

Kidnaped kids

-The girl of the skirt is Stacy, the Boy of the Payamas is Walter, the Boy of the long(? Hair is Edward, the girl of the dress(? Is Daisy, and the last boy is Candres

-Stacy is always mad, and Will punch anyone who gets closer to her

-Walter is the protective big bro, and its Friend with Wax Bellman

-Edward it's just sick, but he's too scared of Penny and Doc to ask for medicine, or its scared that the medicine kills him?

-Daisy is Penny's sister, but non of them knows it, just- they look-a-like

-Candres it's like Stacy, but he will bite u

Okay i think they're all, any questions?

#little nightmares

[lu-undy]

Chapter 75 - SBT

Here it is!

"Mundy?" 

The van was empty and silent. Mundy had shut the door a few seconds ago and Lucien was left there on the bed, naked, sore and his cheeks still wet from his sobs. 

"Meow?" 

Outside of the van, Mundy was walking in the empty and dirty street with nothing on but his underwear. The cold of the winter night was biting his very bones but he didn't care. The few homeless people he met gave him looks but him? He didn't see them. 

"Meeow?" 

"Huh?" 

Perle had sat in front of him on the pavement. 

"Meow?"

"I'm lookin' for some bins…" Mundy walked around her and passed her. 

"Meow?" She asked. 

"I think I'm gonna throw up…" Mundy put a hand on his stomach. He saw a bin and ran to it. In his rush, he knocked it out and fell to his knees. "Oh, bugger…" He coughed and panted. He felt as nauseous as he could be but he didn't throw up. 

"Bloody hell…" He sat down against a wall and took deep breaths to calm himself down. Perle brushed herself on his legs before she stood up on her back legs and brushed her mouth on his. "I think… I think I went too far… I thought he wanted me to get more… Y'know…" 

He looked left and right in the street. 

"Sort of… Go harder…" He blushed. "But he ended up in tears…"

"Meow?"

"Yeah, I heard him sniff and cry, and… When I asked him what was wrong, he just asked me to go away and he curled onto himself, y'know, like he said he used to at night, when he felt really bad." Mundy sighed. "I think I might have… Forced him… Without really wanting it, I mean, please Pearl, you have to believe me, I always said to him that it was ok to stop if he wanted, at anytime…!" 

Perle sat against his thigh and started purring. 

"Gosh… What have I done…?" Mundy let a hand sink on his face, from his brow to his chin, deforming him as it went down. "I'm… I'm horrible…" 

He stood up and walked, wrapping his arms around himself to shield his body from the cold. The pavement was ice cold now and his feet burnt with each step. 

"I'm a monster… I'm a bloody monster… I'm worse than an animal, I'm… I should turn myself to the police or somethin'."

"Meow?!" Perle exclaimed. 

"Look," He crouched down. "What would Soot do if he did the thing with you and forced you? How would you feel?"

"Meow!" She answered and trotted away. 

Mundy followed her, mindlessly. 

"You left the hubby with the kids?"

"Meow."

"You should go back to them, they're gonna miss Mum."

Perle didn't answer and stopped walking in front of a door. 

"What is it, baby?" Mundy's teeth started to chatter seriously. 

"Meow…" She raised her paw to the door and Mundy raised his head. It was a clothes' shop. 

"Baby, I can't just get it and take what I want… I need money and stuff is closed now, it's the middle of the night." 

"I can show you how to pick the lock but it won't be necessary." 

Mundy turned his back and Lucien was standing behind him, accompanied by Soot and the kittens. He was carrying a bag. His hand dived in and he got some clothes out. 

"Let me help you, you must be freezing." Lucien took a step forward but Mundy backed off. The Frenchman frowned. "What is the matter?" 

"W-what? You serious? I… I forced you into all this and… Don't get close to me! No, not another step. I'm a monster…"

"What are you talking about? You forced me to do nothing!"

"Why were you cryin' then? You didn't say anythin' and just curled up in bed! I was terrified of what I had done!" Mundy exclaimed. 

"Can't a man cry of the sheer force of pleasure?!" Lucien yelled back at him and Mundy's eyebrows jumped. 

"What…?"

The Frenchman shook his head and took advantage of his lover being astonished to dress him up. 

"Here… Tee-shirt… Jumper… Raise your leg… Merci… Other one…? Merci… That is for trousers… Now, coat, scarf and hat. Boots…? Parfait!"

[Perfect!]

"But…?"

Lucien took Mundy's hand and they started walking back to the van, followed by the herd of fluff. 

"I was crying because I felt decades and decades younger… I felt like I should have discovered these things so much earlier…"

"Why didn't you say anythin'? I was dead worried!"

"Because I was overwhelmed…" Lucien tightened his grip on his lover's hand. "I… Let us get inside the van and I can tell you more." 

"Right…"

"Are you warming up? You must be freezing!" Lucien asked.

"I'm bloody… frozen…" 

"Come here." Lucien removed his coat and wrapped it around his lover. "Give me your hands…" He removed his own gloves and helped Mundy to slip them on. 

"Y-you got… Tiny… Fingers…" He said, between his chattering teeth. 

"Would you rather I took the gloves back maybe?" 

"N-no, please…" Mundy hunched his back and melted when Lucien stuck his warm hands against the gloves, sandwiching the poor Aussie's fingers. "Gosh… I-I'm sorry…"

"Ssh, save your strength." 

A few minutes later, they found themselves in the van, on the sofa. Lucien wrapped Mundy tightly in his blanket and prepared a barely warm cup of herbal tea. He opened his clothes' cupboard and looked left and right. 

"Ah! Here… You should wear these, let me help…" Lucien kneeled down and slipped Mundy's feet in the socks he had taken from the cupboard. "Voilà… Your feet will warm up nicely, let me turn on the heater and… parfait." 

[Perfect]

"Love?" 

"Hm?"

"Come sit next to me, please." 

"Do you mind if I stay standing up? Or maybe lie on my side?"

"Sure, whatever you want."

Mundy opened his arm to welcome Lucien in his blanket fort. The Frenchman used his lover's lap as a pillow and lay down on the short sofa, folding his legs and curling in a ball.

"Meow…!" Perle and the entire fluff family entered the blanket fort too. She laid next to her Papa's head, on her Dad's lap while the rest of the fluff found warm spots under the blanket to curl up and pur.

"Perle? Cats…?" 

The lady cat purred and stared at her Papa lovingly, her pupils as wide as they could get.

"Look at her, she looks at you with more love in her eyes than when she looks at Soot…"

Lucien smiled. 

"Drink slowly, Mundy. It isn't too hot as the last thing we want is a thermal shock." Lucien explained. 

"Thanks… But yeah, tell me." Mundy took a sip. Lucien looked up at his lover. 

"I feel strange… Well, not only I can't sit down but…"

"You can't sit down?" Mundy repeated. "Why?"

"Well, can't you guess…?" 

Mundy frowned but he understood it and his eyes snapped wide. 

"Oh… Uh… I guess I didn't spare ya… I'm sorry…" He sighed and looked away. 

"Mundy…?"

"I felt like a monster because I thought I forced you to do things you didn't want… I-I was gonna throw up so I went outside to get some fresh air and a bin. Found the bin but fell on it and I only managed to gag on empty air, nothing wanted to come out…" He closed his eyes. "I-I'm…"

"Mon loup…" Lucien raised his hand and caressed his lover's cheek. "You forced me to do nothing. As I said, I was just overwhelmed and… I… I needed a bit of time and a lot of you but… You ran away so…" Lucien's hand slid down on Mundy's face and his chest. "I got dressed and ran after you. I didn't know where you would go so I asked Soot and the kittens. I followed them blindly, hoping that they understood what I had told them. In the end, I found you and Perle. But Mundy, please, I insist. I felt heavenly tonight." 

"You sure?" 

"May I confess something?" 

"Yeah."

"I didn't need your hand on me to reach the seventh sky of pleasure. Your body did a marvelous job and… It felt so pure and raw… So blissful… I could not contain my tears." 

"You didn't cry because I hurt you or…?"

"Again, non, absolutely not… I feel so… complete now, with you. Mundy, it was my first time on the receiving end and, as I said before, it was a luxury I could never afford with anyone else."

"You wanted to do it that much?" Mundy asked. 

"Well… I never really realised how good I could feel but it was a problem of trust more than anything else."

"What d'you mean?" Mundy put the empty cup away and slid his fingers through Lucien's long hair.

"However people like to describe it, I have always felt as if it was a position of weakness, a position of least… manhood, if that makes sense."

"Hm, I get it."

"But it didn't feel that way with you." Lucien went on. "Non, not at all. I felt… safe, unlike I've ever felt before. This is why I couldn't hold back my tears, it was something too… pure. I…"

"You what, love? Tell me, please…"

Lucien frowned. 

"I abandoned myself to you, of my own free will, I decided to let go of everything, relax, and…"

Mundy put his hand on Lucien's bearded cheek. 

"You can tell me anything, get it all out…" His thumb brushed him gently. Lucien closed his eyes.

"... And I let myself… Be taken… By you…" Lucien wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and buried his head in his abdomen. "I just… I surrender to you, Mundy, I… I'm yours."

"Love…? C'mere…" Mundy pulled him up and laced his arms around him. "Can you sit or does it hurt still?" 

"It hurts a bit but I need your arms, I need you…" Lucien straddled his lover's thighs and Mundy pulled him against his chest. "What about you? Are you heating up?" 

"Yeah… Especially with you against me now…" Mundy answered and kissed Lucien's head in his hair. "I love you, gorgeous… What you just said to me… I… I'm not even sure I understand how strong it is, I mean… I've seen you fight, I've seen you torture, I've seen you cry. I know how proud you can be and uh… I-I'm outta words… Thank you so much." He tightened the hug and Lucien felt the Aussie's fingers dig into his sides. "Thank you so, so much."

"Mundy?" 

"Yeah, luv'?" 

"Can we go to bed, please?" 

"Of course, anythin' for you, Lu'." 

Lucien raised his head that had been leaning against Mundy's chest and the Aussie left a quick kiss on his forehead. The cats went to their bed. But they had grown such that they didn't all fit there. Perle and Soot laid there, the male spooning the female and bathing her, while the young ones stayed on the sofa. They stuck to each other to better keep their heat.

Mundy let Lucien climb first and followed him. 

"Please, lie first, I want to lie on you." Lucien asked. 

"Sure." 

Mundy laid on his back and Lucien laid on his stomach, on top of the Aussie. Their legs mingled under the blanket and Lucien snuggled against his lover.

"Mundy?" 

"Yeah?" He laced his arms around Lucien, brushing his silky hair between his fingers.

"How… How was I? I mean, from your point of view?" 

"You're the best… Well… The best person I've ever done that with… I mean…"

"Were there a lot of people before me?" Lucien asked. 

"Uh… Didn't keep count y'know… But quite a few, yeah?"

"What about men?"

"Never felt too much for blokes. They feel nice. But none of them were… I mean… I didn't like more than what I got from them if that makes sense." 

"Was it the same with women?" 

"Not exactly. It felt more normal with women, less weird. But… Still, haven't found one I could really be myself with."

"What do you mean?" Lucien was peppering silent and prude kisses in Mundy's neck. His hand slithered on Mundy until he laced his fingers between the Aussie's.

"They always saw me like a bit of a… special bloke, I guess. Y'know, with the van, no fixed home, the adventurer's look… They always take me for a kind of vagabond that lives nowhere and yada yada… None of them ever saw me like a normal man you could have a decent conversation with. It was shag'n go in the end." 

"Hm."

"You remember the first few conversations I had with you, when I didn't know that you were Lulu?"

"Oui, of course." 

"The conversations I had with you even back then meant more than anything I had said to those sheilas." 

"Really? You never had a meaningful conversation with a woman before?" 

"Nope, never happened with a man either. You're the first one. Even with friends it's never happened."

"Mon Dieu…"

"I guess you had friends and stuff? People you can talk about whatever's on your mind. Or maybe you kept it to your man or woman of the night, hm?" Mundy scratched Lucien's scalp like he would with Perle. 

"Actually, not at all."

"What, then?" 

"Mon loup, I… I never really had friends. I had colleagues, superiors and targets. That was all I ever had."

"Oh…" 

Lucien closed his eyes. Laying on his lover was so comfortable that it started to bring him sleep. 

"I… I never confided my thoughts to anyone, ever. I never could. When you are a spy, it could cost you your life." 

"So you never had deep conversations with anyone? What about Mary?" Mundy asked. 

Lucien was purring under his lover's hand. 

"I did share a few things with her, of course… But…"

"But what?"

Lucien sighed. 

"But now that it is far behind me, I regret it." 

"Why?" 

"It could have killed her. If I loved her truly, I shouldn't have lived with her, I should have kept my distance and waited."

"Waited for what?" 

"For my mission to end. Then I would have cleared up my name, my reputation, and would have started anew as I am doing with you. That way, there would be no chance that my past would run back at me, or at us."

"Lu'... I get it but uh… In the end, it didn't matter. I mean…" Mundy was uncomfortable. Mentioning Mary, or talking about her didn't feel right. He didn't know how to approach the subject in a way that wouldn't hurt Lucien. 

"I understand, Mundy. And you are right. In the end, it didn't matter. But still, it is a mistake that I regret."

"I'm sorry, luv'. I wish I could do something."

"You can." 

Mundy's eyebrows jumped. 

"Tell me." 

"Hold me close." 

"C'mere, sweetheart…" Mundy laced his arms tighter around his lover and as Lucien moved his head against his, Mundy kissed his cheek repeatedly. "Love you… Love you so much…" His hands slithered down Lucien's back to his behind that he took in his palms left and right. 

"Aah-! Mundy, please be gentle-!"

"Oh, bugger, yeah, of course, sorry, sweetheart, I'm sorry… Didn't mean to hurt you." Mundy slid his hands up to Lucien's back again. "Let me know if I can do anythin'. Are you comfy layin' on me on your belly?"

"Oui… I am even falling asleep on you…" Lucien's voice was indeed started to sound like it. 

"Oh, sorry, luv'. Let's sleep. Love ya." 

"Hm?" Lucien protested. 

"What?" 

"Kiss me goodnight, please."

"Alright, gimme yer lips, then." 

One lapping sound. It echoed in the van and they fell asleep after that.

-- Next day -- 

"Lu'... Lu', stop it with your hair… Let me sleep…"

Gosh this man could be clingy…

"Rrrrr…"

"You even pur now?" Mundy opened his eyes and realised that Perle had invaded his bed. "So it's really Perle this time, huh?" 

The meows answered, relentless and he felt four paws treading softly on him. Then, two started to knead his upper chest.

“How did you end up here anyway, eh?  You climbed?”

“Meow.” Perle answered.

“Right, right, let me get up." Mundy climbed down his bed and started his morning routine.

The Aussie dressed up and made some coffee. 

"Mh? What's this?" 

A piece of paper left on the kettle. 

"Mon amour, 

When you wake up, please take Perle with you and come join me at this address:

101 Queen Victoria Street. 

Bring your beautiful eyes and soft smile. 

Lovingly, 

Your Lu."

He smiled. Lucien's handwriting was elegant and smooth without being feminine at all. 

"Hold on… What's that smell…?" Mundy put the paper under his nose. "His perfume…" His smile widened. 

"Meow?" 

"Yeah, it's your Papa. Gotta go to that address." Mundy gulped down the rest of his coffee. "Come along, baby." 

"Meow…!"

Perle went in front of her Dad and stood on her back legs. 

"Want a kiss?" Mundy crouched down and let her headbutt him but she actually climbed on him. "Oh… You want me to carry you?"

She purred as Mundy held her like a baby between his arms. 

"Look at who's bein' spoilt rotten, eh?" 

She raised her arms and her head to him and he dived down to kiss her. 

"Love ya, fluffy baby…" 

"Meow…" 

"Love you so much…"

They exited the van and Mundy headed in direction of the address mentioned on the paper. Perle laid in his arms for part of the journey but she climbed up and settled across his shoulders and upper back. 

"You're really big now, baby, look how hunched I have to be to carry you…!" 

"Meow!"

"Nah, of course you don't care. Love ya." 

She purred louder. 

"Look, we shouldn't be too far now. I know Queen Victoria's street, there's a few shops and a few houses in between but… Oh, there we are, look who's been waitin' for you."

"Meow!" 

As soon as she saw Soot, Perle started to move on her Dad's shoulders. 

"Here, baby, there you go." Mundy crouched down and she elegantly dropped to the ground before trotting to her companion. The herd of young cats emerged out of a dark red door. Mundy looked up.

101.

The door was ajar. He gave a few knocks. 

"Uh, hello?" 

"Come in, mon amour!"

Mundy pushed the door completely open. 

"Lu'...?" 

The house was quite empty. Mundy stepped in and the cats trotted inside, discovering the place much faster than the Aussie himself. He took his time. The floor was wooden, the ceiling, quite high with a few quite humble lights. All the walls were painted. 

"Lu'...? Where are you? What's all this?" Mundy hesitated to go too deep inside. 

Lucien's head peeked out of a doorframe.

"Welcome home, mon amour."

Mundy's eyes snapped wide and his jaw dropped.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

[notanacousticsetcal]

girl crush (lrh) - chapter three

summary - luke is 19 and 5sos is at the top of their game. daisy harlow is a solo artist becoming more popular by the day. daisy and luke “date” for publicity but some real feelings start to spark during their forced time together. the only problem? luke has a girlfriend.  

warnings - none! (for this chapter) basically just lots of nerves.

word count - 1.9k

a/n - I changed the perspective to 3rd person because it felt more fitting. I hope it doesn’t bother anyone and if it does please let me know! Thank you for reading :)

DAISY’S POV

“Rise and shine, sleepy head! Big day today.” 

Daisy groans and shoves the pillow over her head, pushing Virginia away from the bed. “When I gave you a key, I wasn’t thinking you’d be barging in here at the ass crack of dawn trying to ruin my beauty sleep.” 

Virginia laughs and pulls the pillow away from Daisy’s face. “Sweetie, it's not the ass crack of dawn. It's 11am and you’re gonna be late. Get up, we gotta go.” 

Daisy’s eyes shoot wide open. “11AM? Jesus Christ, why didn’t my alarm go off?” She stumbles out of bed and slips on some shoes, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. They were supposed to meet Dianne at 11 to start hair and makeup.

“I knew this would happen. I called to make sure you were on your way and you didn’t answer so I came to save the day.” Virginia gives Daisy a smug look and flips her hair dramatically over her shoulder. 

Daisy reaches out and pulls her into a bone crushing hug, “You’re the best, don’t know where I’d be without you.” Daisy quickly grabs a pair of jeans and almost eats shit trying to hop into them on her way to the door. 

“Lets go!” She calls to Virginia, grabbing her house keys and pulling on some slippers.

“Alright, alright I’m coming skippy-van-hops-a-lot, Jesus.” Virginia follows quickly behind Daisy, giving a quick goodbye pet to Artemis. 

As the friends stumble out of Daisy’s apartment, she opens her phone to a few missed calls from Dianne’s assistant, Genevieve. She quickly clicks Genevieve’s icon and calls her back, pressing her phone between her ear and shoulder as she rummages through her bag for her car keys, bracing herself to be sternly reprimanded.

“Daisy, where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here like now!” cries a very stressed Genevieve. She mutters to someone else on the other end “I have her on the phone.”

Daisy tosses the keys to Virginia, mouthing “you drive” and runs her now free hand through her hair anxiously. “I’m so sorry Genevieve, on my way now. I overslept. I’ll be there ASAP.”

She sighs and whispers angrily, “Alright, hurry your ass up, I’m covering for you.”

Daisy lets out a breath of relief. “Thank you, I owe you. See you soon.”

Daisy hangs up and gets in the car, replying to all the other missed messages she had received while she was getting her beauty sleep including some from Mariah about how Daisy’s going to meet the aussie man of her dreams tonight. Daisy groans and curls up in the passenger seat of the car, laying her forehead against the cool glass of the window, semi hoping she drops dead before she has to talk to the stupid handsome lead singer tonight.

Virginia pulls out Daisy’s car, nearly hitting an elderly couple, and the girls quickly head to hair and makeup. 

After a quick 15 minute drive, Virginia and Daisy practically sprint into Dianne’s office. Genevieve races up to the girls as soon as they pass the threshold, her normally tame red locks, frizzy and shooting in every direction, and grabs Virginia and Daisy by the wrists. She tugs them impatiently towards makeup and just short of throws them into their seats. Without another word, she storms away, looking more stressed by the second. 

Virginia and Daisy share a look of mutual concern for the small redhead who’s always so calm and collected before they’re interrupted by Dianne’s employees, who without a single word begin work on their faces.

After two hours of careful work and perfected brush strokes, both Virginia, who is coming as a plus one, and Daisy have a full face of makeup and move on to hair. The girls give each other a once over, taking in the completed glam. 

Virginia has always been the beautiful best friend. She has shorter, light brown hair and piercing blue eyes and the most perfect bone structure, but Daisy couldn’t even be envious because she’s the most supportive, selfless person Daisy had ever met and it doesn’t feel right to wish away any of her beauty -- she deserves every ounce of it. 

Her eyeshadow looks simple with a heavy cat eye and her lips are painted a bold red. It looks stunning on her and will match perfectly with the satin red dress she had picked out for the event. 

“Gia, you look hot,” Daisy’s mouth goes slack at the flawless makeup. 

“Says you! I’ve never seen you wear this much makeup during the whole time we’ve known each other!” Daisy turns to look in the mirror. Her eyeshadow is heavier and smoky which makes her green eyes stand out that much more while her lips are painted a nude, glossy shade. It doesn’t feel like she’s looking at herself in the mirror. She gapes in awe at the makeup artists handiwork. 

“Holy shit, this looks great.”

Virginia and Daisy wait around, getting their hair done, eating lunch (they only had salads, gag), playing games, waiting until it's time to get in their dresses and head to the event. The hustle and bustle of artists doing other girls’ makeup (including Ariana fucking Grande who both Daisy and Virginia were too starstruck to approach) and people in charge running back and forth swirls around them, but they pay no mind.

After a while, it was finally time to get dressed, so Virginia and Daisy agreed to part ways.

Virginia’s dress: 

Daisy’s dress:

Daisy watches as Virginia steps out in her dress looking absolutely stunning, per usual.

Daisy’s dress is simple, but this is her first big event and she doesn’t want to overdo it. Any negative attention would upset her too much.

Daisy has to admit. She does feel pretty hot. 

After exchanging a multitude of compliments, Virginia and Daisy are on their way to the VMAs. Daisy’s hands are a shaking mess and the more she thinks about the idea that in a few minutes she’ll be meeting that stupid dumb blonde boy she’s supposed to be dating, the more she feels like she can’t breathe. 

Virginia notices the nerves and grabs Daisy’s hand, throwing the poor girl a reassuring smile. Daisy returns the favor and gives her a small, probably pretty unconvincing smile back. 

The car halts in front of the entrance and the door is opening. Bright lights blind Daisy as she’s guided out of the vehicle, Virginia close behind. 

Daisy smiles despite the chaos and waves to the photographers outside of the building, but inside she feels disoriented. It's like she’s on autopilot. She allows herself to be directed into the building and is quick to find Virginia again once she's inside.

“Jesus, I can’t see.” Virginia blinks and her eyes move around unfocused. 

“Gia, I’m right here.” Daisy waves her hands in front of Virginia’s face, laughing. 

“Goddamn, it felt like I was staring into the fucking sun.” She blinks and focuses her eyes on Daisy, giving her a look of annoyance at the ordeal.

“I know, I’m definitely not used to that stuff yet.” Daisy looks around anxiously, trying to spot Mariah so she can tell her what the hell she’s supposed to be doing. She’s never done anything like this before.

“Ah, you’re here! You both look stunning, the boys are already here. Virginia, dear, there are 3 other attractive men in that band and they all happen to be single,” Mariah suggests, slyly, throwing Virginia a quick wink.

Virginia blushes a deep red, “I’m not famous, they won’t spare me a second glance.” She brushes off Mariah with a wave of her hand. 

Mariah scoffs, “Oh, please, doll, you look just ravishing, they won’t be able to resist. Besides, sometimes I think they prefer a girl away from the fame, you know? Knock ‘em dead, ladies.” Mariah gives Virginia’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze and pulls the girls towards their seats in the audience which are labeled with their names. 

VIRGINIA RHODES

DAISY HARLOW

LUKE HEMMINGS

CALUM HOOD

ASHTON IRWIN

MICHAEL CLIFFORD

Daisy internally groans. When Mariah said she would be sitting with Luke, she meant right next to him. 

Daisy sits down, feeling a wave of intense panic set in. Why is she so fucking nervous? He’s just a boy.

LUKES POV

Luke scrolls aimlessly through twitter, liking his favorite tweets from fans and checking up on some of his friends. The boys laugh and mess around beside him while they make their way to the VMAs. 

Luke checks his hair in his phone camera for what must’ve been the millionth time and runs his sweaty palms over his knees anxiously, glancing out the tinted window. 

“Luke, Luke.” Calum pokes Luke’s shoulder repeatedly to get his attention.

“What is it?” Luke turns around to face Calum sitting behind him and sighs in slight irritation. Luke was on edge and didn’t feel like listening to whatever childish joke Calum probably wanted him to hear.

“Listen to the fart sound Michael can make, it sounds so fucking real.” Calum points at Michael and on cue, he makes a stupid fart noise with his mouth, sending Calum and Ashton into a fit of  giggles. Luke sighs and turns back around, unlocking his phone and opening the Twitter app again, done with his bandmates’ antics. 

“Come on, Luke, don’t be like that.” Ashton squeezes Luke’s shoulder from beside him.

Michael pulls himself towards the two boys, resting his head against Asthon’s headrest. “Aww, is little Lukey nervous about meeting his fake girlfriend?”

Luke scoffs, “Shut up, Michael.” 

“I think you struck a nerve, mate.” Calum slaps Michael’s back approvingly earning a chuckle from the boy. 

“I’m not nervous, piss off.” Luke rests his head against the window like a sulking toddler and the boys erupt in a chorus of laughter.

“What would Bella think about all this? Have you told her?” Ashton questions.

Luke sighs again at the mention of his girlfriend -- his real girlfriend -- Bella who was currently back at their shared apartment.

“No, I haven’t fucking told her.” Luke mutters, picking at his fingernails and looking awfully guilty. The boys hated Bella and from the beginning, Bella has always hated the boys, making it very difficult for Luke to keep balance between his relationship and his best mates. “Can we stop talking about this? We’re here.”

The boys climb out of the car, one by one, once the car slows to a stop. They’re led to their assigned seats and Luke feels his heartbeat pick up, so much so he feels lightheaded. 

Nobody has ever had this effect on him before. Especially not someone he’s never talked to. He’s thoroughly confused to say the least. 

There’s just something about her, something mesmerizing -- something unique. Maybe it's the way her eyes twinkled when she sang, like momentarily she was taken somewhere else, or the way her hair falls around her shoulders like a waterfall, or the way she was so passionate. 

The boys turn a corner and immediately, Luke’s eyes fall on her. He wishes he could run, hide, go anywhere but here, but his legs keep carrying him closer and closer to her. 

The boys shuffle into the seats and Luke begins to feel like his knees are going to buckle at any moment. 

He knows he shouldn’t be feeling this way. But how can something that feels so right be bad?

He sits down next to her, shifting uncomfortably and once those emerald green eyes trail up to his blue ones…

Game over. Luke is royally screwed. 

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings fluff #luke hemmings imagines #luke hemmings x reader #luke 5sos #5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos imagines #5sos x reader #5sos x you #calum 5sos #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of smut #5 seconds of summer imagines #calum 5 seconds of summer #luke 5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #ashton 5sos

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

“We should probably have procured the baked beans.”

“Right you are, Seb,” Pyro said, cheerfully slapping Sebastian on the back.  “We need them for a proper late-night fry-up, but we’ll make do.”

Rather than responding with a sharp retort or a condescending sneer – or, in fact, grabbing Pyro’s arm and snapping it like a twig – Sebastian just gave a dreamy smile.  

“Maybe use some refried beans instead, for a  Tex-Mex element.  Fusion cuisine and all that.”

“Yeah, that’ll do,” Pyro said, assembling the elements for a traditional English Australian breakfast.

It was, quite possibly, the greatest day of Pyro’s life.  Better than the day he’d published his first article?  Better than the first time one of his novels had hit the New York Times bestseller list?  Maybe so.

The Marauders had had a little encounter with the alien group Technet, a bunch of Star Wars-looking weirdos that usually bothered Excalibur.  Except this time they were trying to steal Krakoan tech, and Captain Britain was off doing her nails or something.  They’d managed to drive them off empty-handed, but not before the green-skinned floating alien had done something to Shaw that left him blissed out and slightly drooling.

The after-effects lingered. In short, Sebastian Shaw was high as a fucking kite.  Hell, he was as high as the International Space Station.

“My word, that smells wooonderful,” Sebastian drawled.  Pyro had eggs and sausage going in the pan, and added mushrooms and tomatoes.  Pyro had done a “reasonable” amount of post-fight drinking, and was feeling pretty good himself.  

“Damn right it does,” Pyro agreed.  “That’s an Aussie breakfast for ya, all nice and greasy.”  He slapped the food sloppily onto two plates, throwing on some refried beans and slathering it with hot sauce, just to spice things up a bit.

“What’s the difference between an Australian breakfast and an English breakfast,” Sebastian asked as he dug into the food without his usual dignified manners.

“Vegemite toast instead of blood pudding,” Pyro said, with a certain amount of national pride.  The distinction was important.

“Fascinating,” exclaimed Shaw. “Tell me more, I love hearing about Australia.”  There was not a trace of sarcasm in his voice.  

“What’s goin’ on with ya voice,” Pyro said instead.  There were traces of a strange accent creeping into Shaw’s pronunciation.  His own accent, admittedly, was getting a bit more Ocker and veering dangerously close to Crocodile Dundee, as always happened when he drank.  

“Oh….Pittsburgh!  Pure Pittsburgh!  Blue collar, working class Pittsburgh.”  Shaw’s accent was somewhere between New York and….Boston?  Pyro wasn’t sure.  He wasn’t familiar with American accents beyond the standard, and Rogue’s Southern drawl.  

“I guess that explains the love for baked beans, then.  Not something I’d expect ta have a butler sendin’ up on a silver tray, yeah?”  

Sebastian laughed, open and hearty.  “No butlers where I grew up.  Not in that neighborhood.”  He scooped up a forkful of eggs, tomatoes and mushrooms, with a sound of satisfaction.  

“I like food, you know, St. John.  I can call you St. John, can’t I?”

“Yeah, no worries,” Pyro said, grinning broadly.

“Anyway, St. John, I appreciate food.  Good quality food.  That doesn’t always mean expensive, sometimes it just means something delicious and filling. And this….”  He shoveled more eggs and sausage into his mouth.  “…takes me right back.  Baked beans, too.  You understand, of course you do.”

“Yeah, I do,” Pyro said.  It was insane, Sebastian was almost – almost – likable.  He wondered briefly if the affects of the alien’s powers might be permanent.  If only.

“What is that dreadful stuff you’re eating?” asked Shinobi, strolling into the galley with a towel wrapped around his wet hair.  One of the other alien weirdos had sprayed Shinobi with a green ooze that temporarily paralyzed him, but a shower and scrubbing had apparently set him right again.

“Shinobi!  My boy, I was concerned!” Sebastian exclaimed.  Shinobi stopped dead, a deer-in-headlights look on his face.

“Were you?”  He asked, unbelieving.

“Of course!  You’re my boy!  My legacy!  The only child to take the Shaw name.  You have to survive to carry on the family.”  

Shinobi’s face flickered for a moment, before settling back into detached amusement.  

“Here, eat something.  Put some meat on your bones,” Sebastian insisted, spearing a sausage and attempting to shove it into Shinobi’s mouth.  Shinobi phased, while Sebastian continued to jab the sausage at him.

“You are recording this, right?”  Shinobi asked.

Pyro motioned at the cell phone propped up on the table.  “Every glorious second.”  

[frangipanidownunder]

Asks for fanfic writers - 22. 24. 26. 30. 31. 46. Please lovely xxx

This is a long answer, so I’m hoping the cut works!

22  favorite story you’ve ever written

Probably Skin Trade because it’s a story I would like to read. I love a long case file, UST, angst and original characters that interact with M&S.

24  favorite scene you’ve ever written

This is too hard because of the sheer number of fics I’ve written. But I still remember writing my Aussie casefile ‘Returning the Past’ which contains this scene which I regard as vivid and tense.

The trail seemed longer, more winding, overgrown with vegetation on both sides, which made it harder to walk through. She twisted and turned behind Mulder. His stride wasn’t quite at his usual intensity but it was still a challenge to keep up. She sipped on the water and insisted Mulder take some too. The shiny red of his temples still a worry. The sky rumbled above and lightning flashed.

             “It’s starting again, Scully.”

             “This is a tropical region, Mulder. Thunderstorms are a regular occurrence. The heat, the landscape, the proximity to the ocean. The…”

             A crack overhead sucked the words out of her mouth. She ducked involuntarily. Mulder held his hands above his head and staggered back, tripping on a tangle of roots. He landed on his side and cried out. Scully rushed to him, pulling on his hand. He groaned and sat up. His gaze was cloudy, wandering. When his eyes widened and his mouth popped open, she turned round.

             “Oh my god.”

             “Scully…”

             She sunk down onto her knees. Dampness wicked through the fabric of her pants. Her own pulse echoed through her ears. The animal stood stock still in front of them. A curious mix between feline and canine. It’s sloping back, the long tail, the stripes across its saddle, the long, thin snout. It was as beautiful as it was fierce. It watched them without blinking, standing side on, displaying its markings. She held her breath, felt Mulder shifting behind her. The thylacine prowled one way, turned, prowled back. It issued a throaty whine, turned in a circle and laid down, curling its legs around and resting its head on its front paws.

             “Good dog,” Mulder whispered, laying a hand on her shoulder.

She let out a breath and tilted her head to him. “What now?”

“Throw him a bone and tell him to stay?”

“Mulder,” she said, lightly jabbing her elbow into his ribs. His hot breath was on the side of her neck and one hand was now in her lap. “Do you think we can outrun it?”

“I think it knows its territory better than we do. I’m not even sure we’re on the right path.”

Another rumble of thunder echoed around. Hot splashes of rain fell through the canopy. The thylacine yelped a yawn and shook its head. It stood up and stretched before slinking into the darkened bush behind. Scully stood and helped Mulder to his feet. Lightning bounced across the sky, followed by a sweep of blue lights.

“They’re back,” he said, pulling her in to him with both arms over her shoulders.

She pressed back, his body heat searing through her shirt. “And not just the lights.”

26  story you’re most proud of

There are many for different reasons, but I’d probably have to plump for my first fic, For Better or For Worse. It was a story that bashed at my brains for weeks before I succumbed. I really needed to know how M&S separated. It was written from the teasers and trailers pre season 10. I worked on it for days and days before braving AO3 publication. I think the prose is tight and the dialogue realistic. 

30  hardest part of writing

I don’t really find writing M&S hard, not like original fic, because the world and characters are all there for you. I guess it becomes more about keeping it real in terms of characterisation and trying for a different angle in the sea of fic that is published.

31  easiest part of writing

The banter! I love writing dialogue and I share the same sense of humour as Mulder so I hope I convey his dry wit when I write him dialogue.

46  share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet

I don’t have a current WIP but I did write the start of a ‘close quarters’ fic for the Tropefest that I haven’t worked on. 

His flashlight was digging into her groin and if they weren’t cable-tied and stuffed in the trunk of a car, she’d find it somewhat amusing to ask him if he really were that pleased to see her.

              “It’s just my flashlight,” he said and his breath lifted the hair from her forehead. She felt a twinge of disappointment. His chin butted her eyebrow, stubble rasping her skin. Her nipples tightened involuntarily. As he wriggled to move off her, they became even more entangled. A knot of limbs in the leathery darkness.

              “How can I say, you’re touching my butt, without actually using the words you’re touching my butt,” she said.

              “Sorry, Scully, I’m…”

              “I know, you’re…”

              They’d ended up prisoners in their own rental car in the lot of an abandoned warehouse and had spent the best part of twenty minutes jostling and turning, desperate to free a cellphone or make enough noise to attract attention.

              “There’s no way I can reach my phone in this position,” he said. “But if I just slip down a little.”

              “Mulder, if you slip down any more, you’re going to give the Russian Olympic gymnastics team a run for their money. Have your hip bones dislocated?”

              He chuckled but it was half-hearted. The air was beginning to get thick and her temples throbbed with the pressure. If she was feeling it, Mulder would certainly be struggling to get enough oxygen.

              “Wait,” he said, muffled voice coming from somewhere totally different. “I think…yes…no. Hang on. Scully, if you could just…”

              “Ow! Mulder!”

              “Was that your?”

              She let the tingling in her nipple subside before whispering a quiet yes.

              “Sorry, Scully. But I think you could reach if you just scoot down and I lift my knees up. There…can you feel it?”

              She pushed out a series of huffs and he answered with strangled emissions from the base of his throat and she felt the smooth edges of his cell. She grasped the sides with two fingers, restricted still by the tight plastic that chafed the skin of her wrists. She figured they were now spooning.

              “Bet you’ve never parked like this, huh, Scully?” he asked. Because Mulder would always be Mulder.

              “It’s pretty steamy,” she said, trying to work out which way up the keypad was.

              “Have you dialled?”

              “I’m not sure.”

              “If I turn over, I might be able to guide you. Hold on.”

Thanks for the asks, beautiful.

#asks #writing asks

[charonaraccoon]

Schrödinger‘s cat (the lift fic) – Lando/Charles, Nico/Carlos

I finally did it and completed this monstrosity of banter, crack and utter awkwardness.

Have fun reading it and feel free to comment, folks!

___

Lando really just wants to go to bed.

The whole day drained him of all his energy. The constant discussions about possible rain and the entailed consequences and risks have exhausted him beyond imagination and still cloud his mind. He is weary to the bone.

Carlos next to him doesn’t look any better or fitter and has buried himself into his wide papaya-coloured rain jacket, which stands out like a light post in the dark and modern hotel lobby. Lando yawns, presses the button to call the lift again and when the shiny metallic doors finally slide open, he stumbles inside without really looking where he’s going.

“Huh, careful.”

Lando conjures a tired smile to his lips, when he sees Charles (and something tall and yellow in the background; blonde. Nico.). He more or less slouches against the handrail in his back.

He has to stop himself from leaning into the touch, when Charles pats his shoulder comradely. He may be tired and the newly blossomed relationship between them is exiting and more than Lando could have ever dared to hope for, but he’s neither stupid nor reckless. Just tired and in need of the soft sheets of his hotel bed.

He wipes his face and scans his surroundings. Carlos got drawn to Nico like a magnet, Romain and Daniil are deep in a silent conversation about something family related and Charles taps a slow rhythm with his shoe, trying to avoid to look at him too much.

Lando is about to start a harmless, easy-going chat with him, when he hears loud footsteps storming through the lobby.

“Wait for us, guys!”

The lift is about to close, when a wild horde of rugged and rumbled and wet formula one drivers squeezes into the tiny lift.

Nico’s comment from behind “Daniel, you do realize, we’re not sardines, right?” makes Lando nod in agreement, but he gets overlooked as usual.

“Ah, come on, we’ll fit.”

And they do… strangely enough.

Lando is squished between Charles’s side, who makes himself even slimmer than he is by standing sideways, and Daniel’s bony elbow. He can smell the subtle scent of Charles’s aftershave and the fresh rain and fuel sticking to Daniel’s shirt.

God, what have I done to deserve this?

Valtteri leans against the wall opposite of him and Lando finds it incredibly unfair that he still has enough room to chew his gum.

The doors slide shut.

Silence covers their highly improbable and unwitting gathering for a moment of motionlessness when Daniel, obviously hell-bent raise awareness to exactly that circumstance, points at his phone and they all wave at the camera lens.

As soon as the Aussie finally puts the phone away, the rattling of the lift and the soft whirr of the air conditioning are the only sounds.

Until George hisses in pain.

“Oow, Sergio, that was my foot.”

Lando stops still for another second and then they all burst into loud laughter. Lando wants to cover his face, but doesn’t have enough space for that and when Charles’s hand lands on his shoulder he lets his head sink into the crook of his arm for a moment – or two.

Even Valtteri snickers at the situation. At the fact that eleven – elf, onze, once, yksitoista – racing drivers meet in the exact same lift in a hotel in Mannheim. At the fact that they actually do fit into it. And at the very strange feeling they sure as hell all share in this moment. The comradery and abstrusity. The comicalness of a situation where nationalities, age bands, stages of success and jarring colours meet in a tiny loophole of cosmic law. Suddenly they are equals and close.

Some feel the latter definitely more than others.

Nico rolls his eyes after Daniel finally discards his phone and when the lift starts moving the sudden jolt makes him stumble against Carlos’s chest.

“Oh, sorry.” He mutters and laughs nervously.

“It’s okay. There really isn’t much you can do to avoid that.”

Nico looks at the Spaniard, meets humour in dark brown eyes and smirks.

“Yeah, but I have to say that I’m yet again astonished by German engineering. Eleven guys in one lift. Let’s just hope we don’t get stuck.”

“Reminds me of Finnish Saunas.” Valtteri deadpans from his corner of the silver box.

“Uuuh, naked dudes.” Daniel jeers and snickers at his own joke.

“Come on, Daniel, you don’t care, as long Max isn’t here.” Nico chuckles and ducks behind Romain when Daniel flings his Renault cap in his direction. The Frenchman catches it and continues his chat with Pierre as if nothing had happened.

“You better be glad Kevin isn’t here.” Carlos murmurs under his breath and a triumphant grin splits Nico’s lips, when he sees something dark flicker across the tanned face.

“Aaah, Senor, don’t tell me, you’re jealous.”

“Me? Nah, certainly not.”

Nico is just about to change the tone of their banter, ask in all seriousness and true interest what’s behind Carlos’s sour expression, when a loud metallic thud pre-empts his plan.

There is another bang, then a soft hydraulic whirr and – nothing. The lift stopped moving upwards. The air conditioning system stutters and stops still. The neon lights above their heads flicker and suddenly they are covered in darkness.

They are stuck. They are fucking stuck.

Eleven formula one drivers freeze in place and change questioning looks with the ones standing close to them – for they can’t see farther than an arm’s length.

“Did we just…?” Lando starts, but can’t finish his sentence, when he feels a highly unwanted but very familiar sensation creep up from the depth of his stomach. His breathing hitches and goosebumps spread on his damp neck. He blinks into the darkness and sees nothing but the bright green emergency sign above their heads.

Shit, not now, please.

A soft sigh escapes his lips and all he can concentrate on is Charles’s warm hand in his back.

Daniel demonstrates his interest in a music career by pressing every button on the control panel of the lift in any possible order as if they were piano keys. He curses in three languages and then lifts his hand in a surrendering gesture.

“Sorry, guys. I think, we’re stuck.”

“Should have had less from the dinner buffet, mate.”

“It’s remarkable, Nico, really. The reasons why Kevin dislikes you so much are an utter mystery to me.”

“Oh, come on!”

It’s Charles who cuts off the banter between the two Renault drivers and that’s a big surprise for everyone present and himself, for that matter, but right now he couldn’t care less.

While George, Sergio and Daniil try to get a phone signal and obviously find none, Lando is turning paler and paler with every passing second.

“Hey, are you alright?” Charles whispers as quietly as possible. Lando squints his eyes and tries to calm down his rapid breathing. He shakes his head rapidly and tears open his team jacket. Cold sweat coats his neck, but he feels like burning from a fever.

The walls seem to be moving, closing in on him, suffocating him. It’s too dark to see the ceiling, but he feels it pressing down on him like a heavy weight and crashing him to pieces.

Lando huffs and droplets of cold sweat start to form on his forehead. His hands tremble. He turns away and grips the handrail tight enough his knuckles turn white. The floor wobbles underneath him and Lando feels nauseous and dizzy.

“Hot.” He murmurs and Charles watches in shock, as Lando sinks against the wall and closes his eyes with his chest rapidly rising and falling.

Shit, he’s claustrophobic. Why didn’t he say a tone?! and Charles Leclerc, the soft and well-mannered boy succumbs to ranting mentally while skimming through his limited options. Fuck, what am I supposed to do?!

Nico in the other not-so-far corner of the lift crosses his legs and fiddles with his sunglasses that became obsolete over the last few minutes.

“How many formula one drivers do you need to get a lift running?” Nico asks with a shit-eating grin spreading on his lips. Carlos sighs and leans his head back against the metallic wall. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

Nico tucks away his sunglasses and jeers. “Obviously more than eleven, because drivers are fucking stupid and can’t even start their own cars without fifty engineers and computers.”

Romain turns around and rolls his eyes. Daniel on the other side of the cramped lift and apparently done with imitating Ray Charles laughs wholeheartedly. “Don’t let Seb know.”

Nico looks at Carlos and winks, which makes the Spaniard role his eyes. Nico throws a glance around, sees that everyone is busy minding their own business, and sneaks up to Carlos. He slides a hand along the silver handrail and leans in as casually as possible. He suppresses a fake yawn and lets his hand slip underneath Carlos’s shirt and onto to the soft skin of his naked back. Nico smirks at the strangled noise that escapes Carlos’s throat and savours his attempt of covering it up with a cough.

Bright blue meets dark brown, when Carlos stares at him intently.

“What are you doing?!” he hisses under his breath and Nico licks his lips.

“Relax, it’s too dark to see a damn thing.”

“Are you crazy?!”

Nico grins smugly.

“Maybe?”

He lets his hand run over the waistband of Carlos’s loose sweatpants and sniggers hoarsely at the sigh he has to bites back. It’s purely Nico, really, the way he sneaks his hand into his trousers and squeezes his rear tightly. Effective, on point, daring. Something Carlos has missed so much since he changed teams. Lando is fun and all, but that kid is so head over heels in love with Leclerc, it’s soppy and disgusting. And he isn’t Nico. No one is like Nico.

He feels his body heat, when he scoops closer and presses him against the cold metal wall. They stare at each other in utter silence and covered by almost complete darkness. Nico’s eyes are cobalt blue, clouded by heated recklessness and Carlos catches it like a disease.

His focus darks to Nico’s lips and when the German opens his mouth unintentionally, Carlos can’t withstand the urge any longer and leans in to kiss him. They both stop still like frozen to place. Carlos remembers all the times they’ve been together, demanding gropes, teeth clashing, Nico’s firm grip in his hair.

He suppresses the moan that tries to detangle itself from his throat with all his might.

Jesus, what are we doing?! His thought gets cut off, when Nico’s tongue licks into his mouth and his hand squeezes his ass again. Carlos’s eyes flutter shut and his breathing hitches. Nico radiates blazing heat so close to him that Carlos feels like he’s being set on fire. He lets his hands run over the fabric of Nico’s black shirt, pulling him closer still.

It’s been so goddamn long since they’ve been this close and Carlos realises just now, how much he secretly missed it.

Realising that he apparently isn’t the only one thinking that makes a hot shudder run down his spine and into his crotch.

Fuck, this can’t be happening.

Carlos breaks the kiss, one hand still touching Nico’s chest (and feeling his rapid heartbeat underneath the thin shirt). The soft noise of their parting lips startles them both to an amount that makes them hold their breaths. No one seems to have noticed and Nico clears his throat loudly. Carlos fidgets for his phone and starts typing, feeling Nico’s irritated glare on him – then his phone buzzes.

”What do you think you’re doing?!”

Nico chuckles and starts typing. The bright light from the screen makes his features look harsh and casts long shadows over the silver walls. Carlos licks his lips absentmindedly.

”Having fun. And you?”

“Yo, Daniel, any signal yet?”

It’s a decoy Nico’s placing, Carlos knows and the simple fact, that Nico’s hand still cups his rear and his own is still firmly pressed against his chest, does something inexplicable to his half-hard cock. He doesn’t even pay attention to Daniel’s answer, is completely consumed by dark blue eyes and dishevelled blond hair.

Jesus, this is just wrong, he thinks rapidly blinking.

He sees Nico’s smug grin from the corner of his eyes when he unlocks his phone in order to answer his text and realises, it isn’t. It really isn’t.

”Your room or mine?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

It’s a low whisper directly against his earlobe and Carlos feels his cheeks blushing. Nico smirks and squeezes his ass one more time before letting go and creating a respectable distance between them again.

Carlos exhales slowly and lets a hand trace over the goosebumps on the back of his neck.

Charles bites his lips and shields Lando from the others despite it being too dark to see anything, anyway. He cups his cheeks and looks at him intently. Lando is ashen and his hands shake like leaves. They are still tightly wrapped around the handrail as if he wanted to rip it from the metallic wall at any moment.

Thoughts rush through Charles’s brain as he slowly detangles Lando’s icy cold hands from the rail and takes them in his own.

A soft whimper escapes Lando’s lips at the comparatively hot touch. His windpipe feels clogged and he can’t breathe, oh God, he can’t breathe, he can’t-

“Sshh, hey, everything is fine, try to relax, chéri, everything is okay. See, Daniel has found a signal, we’ll be out of here any second, alright?” Charles whispers and it’s not even a lie, because Daniel does type frantically and his frown got replaced by an elated smirk.

Charles focuses on Lando again, the green-blue eyes widened in panic.

“Alright, just breathe, okay? Can you do that? Another minute or so and we’ll be out of here and take a long calm walk, okay? Maybe it stopped raining and we can go to the park. There is a fountain there and benches and ducks.” Charles smiles when Lando’s eyes fix on him and the Englishman takes a quivering intake of breath.

“Maybe the ducks aren’t as polite as the ones in Monaco, but I’ll look after you, okay? You’d like that?”

His voice is still just a whisper, but Lando nods and slowly he feels himself relaxing. The nausea still fogs his brain, but more air enters his burning lungs and the tight grip of Charles’s warm hands is a firm solidity in its fondness and care. They smile at each other in the dimly lit room and after a quick glance over his shoulder, Charles leans in and presses a soft kiss on Lando’s parted lips. It’s just a quick peck, their lips barely touch, but Lando’s heart skips a beat again and Charles sighs contently. Lando cradles his hands and lets his thumbs run over the soft skin of Charles’s knuckles.

“Thanks.” He whispers softly. He still hears his own blood rushing through his ears and he’s still dizzy, but ever since he’s locked eyes with Charles and has seen the adoration in the oceanic green he feels steadied again, anchored.

Charles just nods, but doesn’t make any indications of letting go of his hand.

All of this goes by without anyone else taking any notice of the two young-guns. Romain and Pierre’s conversation still fills the room with the soft flow of the French language and George empties his drinking bottle with loud slurps, while Daniel’s rapidly tapping fingers on his phone screen build a monotonous background rhythm.

All of a sudden the lights flicker and turn on again, dazzling them all for a sudden, making them groan in unison.

It gives Carlos enough time, to sort out his deranged clothes and scoop away from Nico, who wipes his slightly heated cheeks as casual as possible. Charles squeezes Lando’s hand one more time before letting it go.

The air conditioning resumes its work again and finally the lift starts moving.

“Yes, boys!” cheers Daniel and gives Valtteri a high five, who looks like he hasn’t moved an inch in the past fifteen minutes – except for his gum chewing, that is.

Carlos swallows drily and Nico takes a deep breath to chase away the heat spreading on his cheeks. Lando nudges Charles’s shoulder with his own and Charles chuckles softly.

An elated moan makes a circuit through the whole lift, when their metallic cage finally stops and the shiny doors slide open with a contented hydraulic sigh.

They are met by a mischievously grinning Max Verstappen and a rather perplexed Sebastian Vettel, of course with his inseparable better half Kimi Räikkönen in tow.

Daniel is the first to step into freedom and he gives Max a theatrical hug.

“My saviour! I thought I’d never see you again!” Max looks slightly terrified. “And thank you so much, it was getting way too hot in there.”

He says that in Nico’s direction with a knowing and smug grin, who instantly turns red as a beetroot.

Max disregards the comment and shoves Daniel away from him with a disgusted shriek.

“IIh, you’re soaking wet!” he bellows through the hallway and it’s met by Daniel’s loud laughter. He nudges his shoulder and they start leaving the unlikely fellowship behind.

“I thought, you liked it wet?” he jokes and wiggles his eyebrows, one arm still blatantly slung around Max’s shoulder.

Their banter is cut off by Max’s hotel room door falling shut behind them.

Nico scratches the back of his head and leans towards Carlos. He murmurs something that suspiciously sounds like “My room, fifteen minutes” and scurries down the corridor, leaving a crimson red Spaniard behind.

Valtteri furrows his brow, shrugs and hurries away.

Daniil instantly calls his wife to listen to his daughter squeal and whine like he’s been doing for days with imperturbable (and pretty dubious) joy.

The Frenchies are still deep in conversation and talk with widely sweeping gestures while walking down the hallway – toward the hotel bar to drown the disappointment of both their tremendously terrible seasons in silent company.

The lift is completely empty by now apart from Charles and Lando, who grin at each other shyly.

Charles makes a step in Lando’s direction and puts a hand on his waist underneath the team jacket.

“Sooo… What do you want to do?”

Lando chuckles hoarsely and pulls Charles closer, snuggling into his warmth, his nose buried in the bright red collar of his shirt.

“As much as I enjoy walks in the rain and seeing ducks. And most of all, seeing you befriend ducks. I just want to get out of this thing.”

“Bed?”

There is a smug promise hidden in Charles’s murmur, layered with a French accent and something that doesn’t fall far from nervousness.

Lando grins and nods.

“Yes. Bed.”

He pulls at Charles’s hand and they leave the lift together, courage restored and their relationship deepened even more by this incident.

We’ll make this work, Lando thinks confidently. We survived this hell of a lift ride. We can do whatever the fuck we want.

#archive of our own #fanfiction #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo #nico hulkenberg #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #german gp 2019 #charles leclerc #max verstappen #sebastian vettel #kimi räikkönen #sergio perez #romain grosjean #daniil kvyat #valtteri bottas #crack

[bechloeislegit]

What If The World Ended Tomorrow? - Epilogue

Five Years Later:

Chloe smiled as she watched Beca mouthing the words to the final scene of "The Breakfast Club." She did this every year.

"Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...and an athlete...and a basket case...a princess...and a criminal...Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club."

Beca smiled as the mouthed the last words, remembering Jesse. It has become a yearly tradition to watch the movie in memory of Jesse on the anniversary of his death. Even though they now lived in their own house, Aubrey and Stacie would come over and watch with them. Emily had been there the first year but moved back to California when she found her mother's name on the website the military had set up for survivors who were looking for family and friends. Mrs. Junk was left blind by the infection, so Emily moved back home to take care of her. Emily always watched "The Breakfast Club" on that day since she knew how much it meant to Beca.

Chloe used the remote to turn off the movie. Sammy and Taylor sitting on either side of Beca each hugged her. Stacie and Aubrey smiled at the interaction.

"I still hate movies," Beca said causing everyone to chuckle. It was the same thing she said every year.

"You watch them with us," Sammy said. "You love to sing to-"

"Okay, okay," Beca said covering her mouth. "That's enough." She leans down and whispers in the 10-year-old's ear, "That's supposed to be our little secret."

"Oh, leave her alone, Becs," Chloe said. "We all know you're just a big old softie."

"Yeah, Beca," Aubrey said. "You don't fool us."

"Fine. Whatever," Beca said. "I'm ordering Chinese." Beca got her phone and went to the kitchen to place the order for their food.

It had taken a while, but life was pretty much back to the way it was before the outbreak. The military quickly worked to ensure that power and communications were up and running across the United States within the first few months. Times were hard, but surviving business owners got their businesses up and running again. The government was back on track, having had an election two years ago for a new President and Vice President. The country had been under military rule while the country was getting back on its feet. Beca and the girls were most excited about the fact that Chinese and Pizza places were back to delivering on the regular.

Twelve-year-old Taylor was just sitting quietly, eyes downcast. Chloe moved to sit next to her.

"Hey, kiddo," Chloe said. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Taylor said. "This just always makes me miss my mom and dad. I mean, I love you guys, but I still remember them and wish I knew what happened to them."

Chloe pulls her into a side-hug and kisses the top of her head. "Oh, sweetie," Chloe said. "It's okay to miss them. I miss so many of my friends and family, too. We don't stop loving them just because they are no longer with us."

"Yeah, Tay," Sammy said giving her sister a hug. "Plus, you have me, Mom and Mama. We made out okay."

"Just okay?," Chloe said with a smile.

"Better than okay," Sammy said rolling her eyes.

"Yeah," Taylor said and smiled. "You guys are the best." Chloe hugged both girls to her.

"Food will be here in about 20 minutes," Beca said as she came back into the room. "Hey, you're having a cuddle session without me!" With that Beca launched herself and landed on top of Chloe and the two girls.

The cuddle session turned into a tickle war which Beca lost as usual. They all flopped back on the sofa laughing and panting.

"Hey, did you guys make your reservations for DC yet?," Stacie asked.

"Yep," Chloe said. "We're so excited for you guys."

"I know," Beca said. "You do realize you're going to be putting Lily and Zeke out of business."

Aubrey laughed. "Somehow I think those two will manage just fine."

"I can't believe we're actually friends with someone, well, three someones, who won the Nobel Peace Prize," Beca said. "CR, Lily, and Zeke traveled all over the country for over a year helping all the cured and cleaning up some the areas that suffered the most damage. I'm glad they settled in Georgia and opened the Bellas Home for the Blind."

"I can't believe Lily got Ramada to give them the hotel," Stacie said. "CR said that Lily barely said a word, but the executives gave in after Lily stared them down with that look she has." Stacie shivered. "I love Lily to death, but I still get goosebumps when I think about that look."

"Yeah, well, I am very proud of our best friends," Chloe said looking at Aubrey and Stacie. "Getting recognized by the President for their working in helping find a cure for the blindness the infection caused is a big deal."

"Well, the cure was already out there," Stacie said modestly. "The mist the military developed to help with the infection just needed a little tweaking. And we happened to be the ones to perfect the formula to help the blindness."

"I can't believe you are actually a chemist," Beca said shaking her head.

"Aca-believe it," Aubrey said causing everyone to laugh and Beca to roll her eyes.

"Have you talked to Emily lately?," Chloe asked. "How's her mom?"

"She's doing great," Aubrey with a smile. "Her eyesight is at almost ninety percent. The drops are working for her." Aubrey furrowed her brow. "I wish we could figure out why the drops work for some but not for others."

"Don't fret about it," Chloe said looking at her best friend. "Your drops have a ninety percent success rate. Don't focus too much on those it didn't help. You'll drive yourself nuts."

There is a knock at the door. "Food's here," Beca and Sammy both yell as they jump up and run to the door.

"I swear those two are so alike it's not funny," Aubrey said with a laugh.

*0*0*0*0*

It was time for their trip to DC and Beca was checking in to their hotel while Chloe sent a text to Aubrey letting her know they were there and in the lobby. Taylor and Sammy were checking out the brochures on things to see and do in the Nation's capital.

"Lily!," Sammy suddenly squealed causing both Beca and Chloe to jerk their heads over to the hotel doors.

Sammy went running over to Lily and throw her arms around the woman. "Sammy!," Lily said. "Look how big you've gotten." Lily hugged Sammy back, and Taylor was next in line.

"Taylor, you look stunning," Lily said. Just then Zeke and CR came through the doors, smiling and laughing as they caught sight of Sammy and Taylor hugging Lily.

"What about us?," CR asked and opened her arms as Taylor came rushing over.

"CR!," Taylor said. "I didn't know you guys were coming."

"It's a surprise," Zeke said. He hugged the two young girls. "It's great to see you girls. It's been too long."

Beca came up behind Chloe and wrapped her arm around the redhead's waist. The two stood as their girls talked animatedly with the trio. CR finally looked up and smiled at the couple.

"Beca. Chloe," CR said as she walked over to the pair. "It's great to see you. I see married life agrees with you."

"Totes," Chloe said with a big smile, pulling CR into a hug. "How are you?"

"I'm good," CR said and pulled back from the hug.

The two groups decide to get settled and meet in the hotel's restaurant for dinner. Just as they are about to go their separate ways they hear, "What up, Pitches?!"

All heads turn to see Fat Amy coming through the doors, followed closely behind by Bumper.

"Amy!," Chloe and Beca both squeal as they rush over to the Aussie. The three hug and then CR and Lily join them.

Sammy, Taylor, and Zeke stand back and watch as the women start talking and laughing about something.

"Who is that?," Sammy asked Zeke.

"That's Amy," Zeke responded. "She was in the Bellas with your moms back in college. She was also a resident at the Bella Home before she got her sight back. She's got almost one hundred percent of her sight back. The guy with her is Bumper, her boyfriend."

"Hey, are these the mini-Mitchells I've been hearing so much about?," Amy said as she walked over to give Zeke a hug.

Chloe put her arm around Taylor and introduced her to Amy. Beca did the same with Sammy. They both said it was nice to meet her.

"What?," Amy said. "You've been with Chloe for five years, and you haven't learned to hug someone when you meet them? Come here you two." Amy grabs them both in an almost bone-crushing hug.

"Can't breathe," Sammy said.

Beca laughed. "We were just going to get settled in our room and plan to meet everyone in the restaurant for dinner. You and Bumper should join us."

Stacie and Aubrey finally make it down to the lobby, and the hugs and everything starts all over. It is a surprise to the two that they are all there. An even bigger surprise came through the doors as they were still greeting each other.

Emily and Katherine Junk came into the lobby. Sammy and Taylor see them first and go running over to hug Emily.

"Mom," Emily said. "This is Sammy and Taylor."

"It's so nice to see you girls," Katherine tells them. "And, yes I can see you. You're both so beautiful. Emily has told me so much about you."

"It's nice to meet you, too," Taylor said and gave the woman a hug.

"Emily!," Chloe squeals and the hugs start all over.

Katherine has tears in her eyes when she saw Stacie and Aubrey. "You don't know what it means to me to finally get to thank you ladies in person. My eyesight is almost ninety percent restored thanks to you. And, Emily told me how you all helped her during the outbreak. So, thank you. Thank all of you."

Everyone was wiping tears from their eyes as Katherine hugged Aubrey and Stacie. Zeke pulled Lily close to him, and she smiled up at him.

"Um, guys," Zeke said getting everyone's attention. "The ceremony for Stacie and Aubrey isn't until tomorrow evening and we, Lily and I, we're hoping you had the morning free to attend our, um, our wedding."

A gasp is heard throughout the group. "Seriously?," Chloe asked.

"Yes," Zeke said. "She finally said yes, and we want to do it while we have everyone here."

The group again starts hugging and talking about the wedding. Sammy and Taylor stand off to the side.

"We are never going to get to our room," Sammy said with a sigh. "And, I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry," Taylor said with a laugh. "I swear, and you and Mama are so much alike."

"Yeah," Sammy said. "We're both badasses!"

Both girls started laughing and jerked their heads when they heard a loud gasp come from Chloe. They saw her looking at the door, and their eyes moved in that direction.

"Beca!," Chloe said grabbing onto Beca's arm and shaking her as she pointed to the door.

"Geesh, Chlo," Beca said. "Stop shaking-" Beca's mouth dropped open in surprise when she saw who was standing by the door.

Stacie and Aubrey furrowed their brows and turned to see what they were looking at. Stacie gasped in surprise and took off running, Beca close on her heels.

"Donald!," Stacie squealed before throwing herself into his arms. She let the tears fall as she hugged the man. Donald saw Beca stop behind Stacie, so he took one arm from around the leggy brunette and held it out to Beca. With tears running down her face she fell into the offered arm and let Donald pull her into the hug.

The three finally pull apart. "Dude, we thought you were-," Beca stopped herself.

"I know," Donald said quietly. "After we were cured, I was in a bad place in my head. I couldn't see, and I was besieged with memories of the things I did while I was infected. I don't want to talk about it, but it weighed heavy on my mind. I wandered around a bit, getting help from those who weren't infected. Then I heard about the eye drops to help cure the blindness. I wasn't going to try them because I didn't think I deserved to see again. But, then when I heard that none other than Stacie Conrad and Aubrey Posen helped develop the drops, I had to do it."

Stacie wiped at the tears running down her face. "It's really good to see you, Donald," Aubrey said, running her hand up and down Stacie's back to help calm her.

"And I have you and Stacie," Donald said giving Aubrey a smile, "to thank for me being able to say, it's good to see you, too."

"This is like a Barden reunion," Amy said. "Let's get our stuff settled in our rooms and meet back down here soon. I'm hungry."

"Finally," Sammy said dramatically as everyone headed for the elevators.

Beca told Chloe she'd meet her and the girls up in their room. She then grabbed Amy and pulled her aside.

"What's up, short stuff?," Amy asked as she was dragged over to a chair in the lobby.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," Beca said. "What's up with Bumper? He hasn't said anything since you guys got here."

"Don't tell anyone but he's embarrassed," Amy said.

"Why?," Beca asked.

"Because he was really scared and he hid out the entire time the infection outbreak happened," Amy said. "You remember the day it started, and I got off the bus trying to find him?"

"I'll never forget it," Beca said.

"Well, Bumper was hiding under his bed," Amy said. "He heard the zombie things attacking everyone. He even heard me screaming for him. But he stayed hidden. Then when it seemed clear he ran. He saw a bunch of the zombies and got scared and ran into the diner near the Treble house. Someone else was hiding in there. They were together for about a month when the other person, some guy named Seth, decided to go out to see if things were okay. He never made it back. So, Bumper was by himself for almost 9 months. No one to talk to but himself. It kinda made him go off the deep end. He has nightmares and flashbacks. It's been five years and he still only talks when it's necessary. He's afraid one of those zombie things will hear him and come for him."

"Wow," Beca said. "That's rough. How did you find each other?"

"Some people found him after it was over and assured him everyone was okay," Amy said. "He found my name on the website for survivors and came to CR and Lily's place looking for me. He's stuck around since."

"I'm sorry for what happened to him," Beca said. "And to you. But, I'm glad you found each other again. I know how much you two love each other."

"Thanks, Beca," Amy said. "I'm glad we are all able to come together again for Stacie and Aubrey. If it weren't for them, I don't know that I'd be here."

"Amy," Beca said.

"No, Beca," Amy said. "I'm serious. Being one of those things was horrible. It's like my brain knew I was sick but the sounds were so bad it turned me into something I don't even want to think about."

Beca watched as Amy wiped at the tears that fell down her face. She was not used to this emotional and serious Amy. She wished that she could see the old Amy again. She grabbed her friend in a hug.

"Listen," Beca said. "Maybe you need to be around friends more. Why don't you and Bumper move back to Barden? Then you'll have me, Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey. You can talk to any one of us. We didn't get the infection, but we can help you if you start feeling like things are too much for you."

"I'll talk to Bumper," Amy said pulling out of the hug. "Enough of this emotional stuff. I'm hungry. Let's go get everyone and eat."

"Let's go," Beca said, and the two stood. Amy grabbed Beca in another hug.

"Thank you," Amy said.

*0*0*0*0*

The next morning Beca, Chloe, and the girls were just sitting down to breakfast in the hotel restaurant when Chloe saw another familiar face. She smiled and told Beca she'd be right back. She walked out to the lobby.

"Jessica," Chloe said softly, so she didn't frighten the girl.

"Chloe?," Jessica said.

"Yes," Chloe said. "I'm going to hug you if that's okay."

"I would never say no to a Chloe Beale hug," Jessica said.

Chloe pulled the girl into her arms and hugged her. Jessica squeezed Chloe tight for a moment before pulling back.

"Oh, let me introduce you to my brother," Jessica said. "Chloe this is my brother Jackson. He's, um, been taking care of me."

Chloe held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Jackson. Would you two like to join us for breakfast? We just sat down. I know Beca would love to see you."

"Um, I don't know," Jessica said hesitating.

"We'd love to," Jackson said. "Jess, it will do you good to be around people you know."

"Okay," Jessica said quietly.

"Great," Chloe said and smiled. "Come join us after you check in."

"We will," Jackson said.

Chloe went back to the table. "Jessica's here," she told Beca.

"I saw," Beca said. "How's she doing?"

"She seems okay, I guess," Chloe said. "Her brother is with her, and she said he's been taking care of her."

"Does anyone know why she doesn't try the drops?," Beca asked.

"I don't think so," Chloe responded. "Personally, I think it's because of Ashley."

Beca called the waitress over and had another table added to theirs. Jessica and Jackson came in, and Jackson helped Jessica sit before taking a seat himself.

"Jessica, Jackson. I'd like you to meet our daughters, Sammy and Taylor," Chloe said.

"Hi, I'm Taylor," Taylor said.

"I'm Sammy," Sammy said. "It's very nice to meet you both."

"It's very nice to meet you, as well," Jackson said.

"You both sound so grown up," Jessica said. "How old are you?"

"I'm ten and Taylor is twelve," Sammy said. "May I ask you a personal question, Jessica?"

"Honey, I don't think that's a good idea," Beca said.

"No, it's okay," Jessica with a soft smile. "I have a feeling I know what you're going to ask. Go ahead."

"Why don't you use the eye drops?," Sammy asked. "Aunt Stacie and Aunt Brey worked hard to get the formula right. And it's worked on like 90% of the people that have used it."

Beca and Chloe look at each other, worried that it was too much for Jessica. Jessica gave a sad smile toward Sammy.

"You know, Sammy," Jessica said. "You're the first person outside my family that has asked me that question."

"I'm sorry if I upset you," Sammy said looking down at the table.

"Oh no, Sammy," Jessica said. "I'm glad you asked. You see, my girlfriend Ashley and I both got the infection on the same day. I made sure to stick with her everywhere we wandered to after that because I was worried about her."

"Did you tell her that?," Sammy asked.

"We couldn't really communicate," Jessica said. "It's hard to explain, but our minds seemed to be okay, but then there would be these sounds that hurt our ears so bad that we kind of lost of our minds in a way. All I wanted to do was to stop whatever was making the sound. It was much better when there was quiet. But, the sounds affected Ashley differently. She became very...um, violent. She would sometimes attack one of us because we would screech when the sounds hurt us. Am I making sense to you guys?"

"Yes, actually, it makes a lot of sense," Sammy said before anyone else could speak. "But, it doesn't explain why you don't try to see again."

"Sammy," Chloe said.

"No, it's really okay, Chloe," Jessica said. "One day we were just wandering around, and there was a loud noise, which I know now were planes. Then it rained, and we went to sleep. When we woke up, we were in a field or something. We felt better, but we couldn't see. Some nice people found us and helped us. We ended up on a base of some kind and doctors worked with us to get us back to 'normal.' Ashley remembered everything she did when we had the infection, and it was driving her crazy. She couldn't handle it, so she took a bunch of pills to make it go away."

"She died?," Sammy asked sadly.

"Yes, she died," Jessica said as a tear fell down her cheek. "I was so angry and upset with her for leaving me behind that I kind of gave up. But I also miss her so much that if I can't see her, I don't want to see anyone or anything."

Sammy thought for a moment. No one else said anything; they just waited to hear what Sammy was going to say next.

"But don't you want Ashley to know you're okay without her?," Sammy asked. "I think that's why she killed herself. So you wouldn't have to be burdened with taking care of her. She knew that you would be okay without her, you just have to figure out that you'll be okay with her. I remember when we were little and our grandma died, our mother said that we should live like we did when she was alive to honor her memory. If we don't then we are showing dishonor to her. Don't you think Ashley wants that for you? To remember her when she was okay and to let her know you still love her by living your life to the fullest."

The waitress had come by to take their breakfast orders but could sense something special was happening at the table. She looked at Chloe and mouthed "I'll come back." Chloe gave her a smile and a nod. The waitress left, and Chloe wiped a tear that had fallen. Sammy was young, but she was giving Jessica some sage advice.

"I, uh, never thought of that way," Jessica said. After a moment Jessica sent a small smile in Sammy's direction. "Are you sure you're only ten? I can't see you, so I'm not sure because you sound like someone much older and wiser than a ten-year-old."

"Yep, I'm ten," Sammy said. "And I'm starving. Where's our waitress anyway."

Jessica laughed. "Yeah, now she sounds like she's ten. And, a lot like Beca."

Everybody laughed, and Beca got the waitress's attention so everyone could place their orders. Chloe hugged Sammy and kissed her temple. Jackson quietly asked Jessica if she was okay.

"Actually, I'm better than okay," Jessica said. "I think I want to try the eye drops. Sammy made a lot of sense."

"I've been telling you basically the same thing she did for months," Jackson said.

"No, you've been yelling at me for months," Jessica said. She leaned in a gave him a kiss on the cheek and smiled. "You should have talked to me like a ten-year-old, so I would listen."

Jackson laughed and gave her a quick hug.

*0*0*0*0*

After breakfast, Jackson and Jessica went to their room with the promise to meet everyone back downstairs in a few hours for Lily and Zeke's wedding. Jessica was excited to hear about the wedding and asked Chloe to come help get ready.

Beca, Sammy, and Taylor met CR, Stacie, and Aubrey in the lobby a little before 11:00 am. Zeke and Lily joined them shortly after followed by Donald, Fat Amy, and Bumper. Everyone was surprised when Chloe walked in with Jessica and Jackson. There was another round of hugs and greetings. Emily and her mother Katherine were the last to arrive. Everyone settled down when the minister came in.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," the minister said to the group. "I am Reverend Edwards. Lily, Zeke. Good to see you. Are you ready to be married?"

"Yes, sir," Zeke said proudly.

"And do you have someone to stand with you?," Reverend Edwards asked.

"Oh, um, CR? Would you do me the honor of standing with me?," Lily asked.

"Absolutely," CR said and stood next to Lily.

"Beca?," Zeke said. "I know it's a little unorthodox but would you stand with me?"

"I'd be honored, Zeke," Beca said and stood next to Zeke.

Reverend Edwards began the ceremony. "We come now to the words Zeke and Lily want to hear the most today…the words that take them across the threshold from being engaged to being married.

A marriage, as most of us understand it, is a voluntary and full commitment. It is made in the deepest sense to the exclusion of all others, and it is entered into with the desire and hope that it will last for life.

Before you declare your vows to one another, I want to hear you confirm that it is indeed your intention to be married today."

Reverend Edwards turns to look at Zeke. "Zeke, do you come here freely and without reservation to give yourself to Lily in marriage? If so, answer I do."

"I do," Zeke said and smiled at Lily.

"Lily, do you come here freely and without reservation to give yourself to Zeke in marriage? If so, answer I do."

"I do," Lily said.

"Zeke and Lily, having heard that it is your intention to be married to each other, I now ask you to declare your marriage vows. Please face each other and hold hands."

Zeke and Lily face each other and take the other's hands in theirs.

"Zeke," Reverend Edwards said. "Please repeat after me…I, Zeke, take you, Lily, to be my wife. I will share my life with yours, build our dreams together, support you through times of trouble, and rejoice with you in times of happiness. I promise to give you respect, love, and loyalty. This commitment is made in love, kept in faith, lived in hope, and made new every day of our lives."

Zeke repeats the words and Reverend Edwards turns to Lily.

"Lily, please repeat after me…I, Lily, take you, Zeke, to be my husband. I will share my life with yours, build our dreams together, support you through times of trouble, and rejoice with you in times of happiness. I promise to give you respect, love, and loyalty. This commitment is made in love, kept in faith, lived in hope, and made new every day of our lives."

Lily repeats the words. Reverend Edwards asks for the rings.

"Your wedding rings are the outward and visible sign of the inward and invisible bond which already unites you two hearts in love. Zeke, place the ring on Lily's finger and repeat after me….I give you this ring. Wear it with love and joy. As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.

Zeke's hands are shaking as he places the ring on Lily's finger and repeats the words. He then pushes the ring until it is snug on Lily's hand.

"Lily, place the ring on Zeke's finger and repeat after me….I give you this ring. Wear it with love and joy. As this ring has no end, my love is also forever."

Lily places the ring on Zeke's finger and repeats the words.

"May the wedding rings you exchanged today always remind you that you are surrounded by enduring love," Reverend Edwards said.

The Reverend looks at Zeke and Lily. "Everyone has advice for newlyweds. Zeke and Lily, I offer these good wishes to you on this special day. May your life together be blessed with prosperity and good health. May you always share open and honest communication with each other. May you respect each other's individual talents and gifts and give full support to each other's professional and personal pursuits. May you cherish the home and family you will create together. May all the years to come be filled with moments to celebrate and renew your love. May your love be a life-long source of excitement, contentment, affection, respect, and devotion for one another." Reverend Edwards pauses for a moment. "And so now by the power vested in me by the District of Columbia, it is my honor and delight to declare you husband and wife. You may seal this declaration with a kiss."

Zeke and Lily kiss and everyone starts clapping.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Zeke Williams!"

The couple turn and everyone starts hugging and congratulating them. Zeke finally gets their attention.

"We have a small brunch set up next door for everyone," Zeke said. "Reverend we do hope you'll join us."

"Thank you," Reverend Edwards said. "I'd like that."

*0*0*0*0*

Everyone enjoyed the brunch, and things were winding down.

"Lily," Chloe said. "Aren't you going to have the first dance together as husband and wife?"

"We hadn't planned on it," Lily said

"You have to," Katherine said. "It's tradition."

"But we don't have any music," Zeke said.

The Bellas in attendance just looked at him and laughed.

"Zeke," Beca said with a smirk. "We make our own music." She gathered everyone together including Donald and Bumper. They talked a bit, and once they decided on a song, Chloe told Lily and Zeke to get into position. As soon as Zeke took Lily in his arms the music started. And then Beca started singing.

What would I do without your smart mouth Drawing me in, and you kicking me out Got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down What's going on in that beautiful mind I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

Zeke leads Lily around the small dance area. Bumper jumps in for the next few lines.

My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

Lily and Zeke stare into the other's eyes as they sway and move to the music. CR, Jessica, and Amy took the next verse.

'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose I'm winning 'Cause I give you all, all of me And you give me all, all of you

Chloe, Emily, and Katherine are next.

How many times do I have to tell you Even when you're crying you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around through every move You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

Amy joins Bumper and sings.

My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

Beca lets them all know to sing the final verse, which they do in true a cappella fashion.

'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose I'm winning 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all, all of you Give me all of you

Zeke dips Lily on the final note of the song and kisses her before letting her back up. Reverend Edwards and Jackson both start clapping.

"That was wonderful," Reverend Edwards declares.

Everyone congratulates Zeke and Lily again before heading back to their rooms. Beca and Chloe want the girls to rest before the evening's event. Everyone was excited to get to go to the White House. Stace and Aubrey spent over an hour adding all the new arrivals to their guest list. Things were strict when it came to gaining entry into the White House, but not as strict as they once were before the infection outbreak. They were able to get everyone listed and when they heard that three Nobel Prize winners were a part of the group, the coordinators were ecstatic.

"Okay everyone," Aubrey said. "There will be limos arriving at about 6:00 pm to take us to the White House. Everyone meet down here at 5:45 so we can leave when the limos arrive. The ceremony starts at 7:00 and a small reception will follow."

"Are we really going to get to meet the President?," Taylor asked.

"Yes, we all will," Aubrey responded. "Okay. Don't forget 5:45 down here in the lobby."

"Okay, babe," Stacie said calmly. "Take a breath and relax. It's going to be fine."

Everyone decided to go back to their rooms until it was time to meet. The occupants of the Mitchell room were napping. Stacie was trying to keep Aubrey calm. Jessica and Jackson were visiting with Emily and Katherine in their room.

"Katherine," Jessica said. "How did you feel when you started using the eye drops?"

"Honestly," Katherine said. "I was scared to death. I wanted it to work so badly that it took me a week after getting the first bottle to use it. At first, I didn't think it was working. But, then one morning about a week after I started I woke up and could detect light. I knew the sun was shining in the window. It was an amazing feeling. It took several weeks but I can see so much more now. My doctor says I'm at about eighty percent and he thinks I'll get one-hundred percent of my vision back."

"That's great news," Jackson said. "Hear that, Jess? It will so worth it."

"You don't have to convince me," Jessica told him. "I'm going to visit my doctor to get started as soon as we get back home."

*0*0*0*0*

Donald was restless and went to Stacie and Aubrey's room. "Hey, Donald," Stacie said when she saw him at the door. "Come on in."

"I'm sorry to bother you," Donald said. "But I just couldn't relax. I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but can you tell me what happened with Jesse? No one will say anything except he didn't make it."

Stacie told Donald about the day Jesse died. She told him how Beca had been the one to end his suffering because they had promised each other that they wouldn't let the other become one of the infected. She also told him how Beca used to have nightmares because of it. She was better now and actually had a little ritual she did every year to mark the anniversary of his death.

Donald felt bad for Beca and Jesse. He thanked Stacie for telling him and went back to his room.

*0*0*0*0*

"The limos are here," Stacie announces.

Everyone exits the hotel and are divided to fit into the three limos provided. Beca, Chloe, and their two girls were riding with Stacie and Aubrey. Fat Amy, Bumper, Donald, Lily, and Zeke were riding together. And, Emily, Katherine, Jessica, and Jackson were in the third limo. There were oohs and aahs as they were driven onto the White House grounds.

Three gentlemen opened doors for each of the limos and helped the passengers exit the vehicles. Everyone went through a security check at the door before being allowed in. Once inside they were all escorted to a room where they would meet the President and First Lady prior to the actual ceremony. They sat and anxiously waited. Suddenly the doors open and several Secret Service men walked.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please stand," one of the Secret Service members said. Everyone immediately stood. The President and First Lady walked in.

"I'm so sorry we are running a bit late," President Bartlett said. "Welcome to the White House. Ms. Posen, Ms. Conrad. It is an honor to meet you both."

"Actually, sir," Stacie said. "We're both Mrs. Posen."

"Oh, my apologies," President Bartlett said. "Mrs. and Mrs. Posen, may I present my wife, Abigail Bartlett."

"Please, call me Abby," Mrs. Bartlett said.

"It's truly a pleasure, Mr. President," Aubrey said. "May I introduce our friends and family?"

"Of course," President Bartlett said. "Although these three here do not need an introduction. Ms. Onakuramara, Ms. Adams, and Mr. Williams. It's truly a pleasure to meet you all. I've read all about the work you've been doing."

"Thank you, sir," Zeke said.

Aubrey then proceeds to introduce the rest of the group. As she finishes the introductions, a man comes in and says something to the President.

"It's showtime ladies and gentlemen," President Bartlett said. "The two Mrs. Posens will come with Abby and me. The rest will be escorted to their seating area by these two gentlemen. We'll see you soon." The President then offers his arm to his wife and Stacie and Aubrey follow them.

"This is so exciting," Chloe practically squeals.

The group is escorted to their seats. Stacie and Aubrey are standing on a small stage with two others. The President's Chief of Staff introduces the President and everyone stands. Once he is behind the podium most of the audience sits. Photographers and journalists were on hand and camera flashes were going off. The President begins his speech.

"We are here today to present four of our fellow Americans with the Presidential Medal of Freedom," President Bartlett said. "This award is the nation's highest civilian honor, presented to individuals who have made especially meritorious contributions to the security or national interests of the United States, to world peace, or to cultural or other significant public or private endeavors."

The President proceeds to read the recipient's name and their accomplishments before bestowing the medal to them. The badge of the Presidential Medal of Freedom is in the form of a golden star with white enamel, with a red enamel pentagon behind it; the central disc bears thirteen gold stars on a blue enamel background (taken from the Great Seal of the United States) within a golden ring. Golden American bald eagles with spread wings stand between the points of the star. It is worn around the neck on a blue ribbon with white edge stripes.

Stacie was the last to receive the award. Once she had received it, she stepped back to stand next to Aubrey. Both had a tear in their eye because they were so honored to receive the award. The award recipients were escorted off the stage to another room to have photos taken separately and with the President. Afterward, they met up with their friends in the reception room.

"Brey! Stacie!," Chloe said grabbing them both in a hug. "We are so proud of you."

"Yeah, Posen and Posen," Beca said. "This is well-deserved and we thank you for letting us be a part of it."

After about thirty minutes, Amy walked up to Aubrey and Stacie. "So, when can you blow this popsicle stand?," she asked.

"Well, the President has already left," Stacie said. "So, I think we just need to let someone know we're ready to go so the limos can be notified."

"What do you have in mind?," Aubrey asked.

"I'm thinking we go back to the hotel and hit the bar," Amy said. "Celebrate Bellas style!"

"Let's do it," Aubrey said with a laugh. Stacie finds someone and the limos are brought around for them.

The group arrives at the hotel and Beca and Chloe take Sammy and Taylor to their room. Jessica and Jackson offer to stay with them so Beca and Chloe can join the others. Jessica shot down their arguments by telling them she didn't drink and neither did Jackson. They thanked them and made their way to the bar.

Chloe grabs Beca's arm before they entered the bar and pulled her into a kiss. "I love you," Chloe said.

"I love you, too," Beca said.

"I just wanted to say it since we haven't had much alone time the past few days," Chloe said.

"That's okay," Beca said. "We have the rest of our lives to find some alone time."

"Let's go party like we used to," Chloe said and gave Beca another kiss.

Just then they heard Amy yelling, "Shots! Shots! Shots!"

The couple laughed and walked into the bar to join their friends. Beca looked around at them and couldn't help but be proud of all of them. Five years ago she couldn't imagine being back with her friends, her family. Thinking she was never going to see any of them again. And, now, they were all going to be facing the future together. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

She looked up when she heard Amy suddenly shout. She shook her head as she walked over to the Aussie saying, "Okay, Amy. Let's put the shirt back on."

Yep, she wouldn't have it any other way.

That's it. All done. Hope you enjoyed it.

Song used: All of Me by John Legend. I don't own anything to do with John Legend or the song.

Movie quote from The Breakfast Club. I do not own anything regarding The Breakfast Club or Pitch Perfect.

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

[gylisaa]

So I get asked to do a tattoo blog ALOT, and while I don’t see myself as tattooed enough to warrant one – all of y’all do, so here we go.

My first tattoo, the one considered to be the ‘gateway’ tattoo.

My first tattoo! I drew myself, mistakes and all when I was 17, and my best friend Hannah treated me to it on my 18th birthday and she got the same tattooed on her other arm. Best friends 5eva. So no underage tattoos here guys! Not for lack of trying…>:)

Now, if I HAD got tattooed underage, I can honestly say I would have been lumped with a monstrosity for life – I drew up my own design of a trad style anchor, with two swallows either side – doesn’t sound that bad right? Well I wanted it in traditional garish colours, and no where other than my lower abdomen. Let’s just say thank fuck for tattoo artists who check ID and don’t just ‘take my word for it, my mum said I’m allowed one and I’m deffo 18.’

I had the tattoo bug from a very early age, didn’t help that we were regulars at festivals like The Bulldog Bash – a motorbike, music and booze festival run by the Hells Angels,  which happened to be a stones throw from our front door. My other best pal Naomi, got her first tattoo there, underage ! And it was me who got called the bad influence!!

Anyway, I fucking love art, so much so I wanna be the art. Is that so strange?

My next tattoo was on a whim, with an old friend of mine in London, we filled up on chocolate vodka, decided to get ‘matching’ hand tattoos and she ended up with an ace of spades, while I ended up with a tiny anchor that has since spread so much it needs explaining every time I show it. Scratcher tattoos, for the win!

On my right hand, a tiny anchor tattoo sits on my finger! Yes, that is an anchor.

  My third tattoo, and my first proper learning curve, was that some tattoo artists don’t just ‘know’ what you want! I was besotted with Valerie Vargas style tattoos at this point, having just discovered her work in several tattoo mags, and so when Ryan and I booked a day session I showed the guy a picture I liked and said ‘I want something like that, please.’

19 years old, and shy AF, he showed me a stencil briefly and slapped it on my upper arm, I have a mole on that arm (about where your TB jab might be) and he’d positioned the design – that I’d hardly seen – so the lady’s face had a huge mole on it!

I asked if he could move it, and he scrubbed my arm roughly and moved the stencil. By now I’d seen the design and it wasn’t what I wanted. Feeling too rude to say so and ask for a new one to be drawn up, I sat through an hour or so knowing I hated my tattoo.

Here’s the lesson I have since learnt…

TATTOOS DON’T FUCKING COME OFF! 

They are on you FOR LIFE.

That is what you are paying for. A permanent mark. A permanent design that you will look at – FOREVER. If you don’t like it – speak up ! A tattoo artist doesn’t want you to be unhappy! They want you to love your art, on paper, and on skin. It’s their job, and generally – their passion too. Communicate! Be specific, your artist will want to work with you to get an end product you are happy with living with, and they are happy scarring you with.

So yeah, here she is, and she’s remained untouched since that fateful day. Sorry hun.

A few centuries later, had a spell of homelessness, living on the dole and finally getting our acts together and adding to the clan – Lily was born. And upon her ejection, it was time for another tattoo.

I got my second and third finger tatts on Ryan and I’s anniversary, so as an ode to my two loves of my life, I opted for a heart for Ryan (hint hint, I would like a ring) and an L for…Loopy Lily the First. This is one of those photos that at the time I thought was beautiful and now she is grown look back on and think ..urgh Potato Child.

Sorry babe, you are beautiful now.

On maternity leave and with money and time to kill, the arm began to fill up. This was done at Dust n Bones Tattoo in Plymouth, by lovely Robin!

Brightened up the peg something chronic!

Then! Fate struck, and two ‘brummies’ immigrated to Looe one fine day in 2017, (infact, TODAY! Two years ago!)   Ryan noticed a shop being refit whilst on a job, and Lo! The Vault in Looe came into our lives, bringing with it two of the best people ON THE PLANET. Melanie Allen (then Bates!) and Cat Allen. We even made them a song. But let’s not go off on that tangent.

Ironically, most of our friends in Cornwall are not Cornish natives, not sure if that says more about Cornwall being The Place To Be, or if it means Cornish folks are…weird AF.

Anyway! Ryan went in, introduced himself (and me, although I was none the wiser a friendship egg was being laid.) And booked himself in for a hand tatt. Long story short – we go there for all our tattoos now, I recommend them to everyone I know – even Aussies, y’never know when one may be visitin’. And frankly, if anyone else were to touch me with a needle I’d feel like I was cheating.

In 2018, Mel and Cat invited us to be part of their wedding, and we were blessed with being a part of their happiest ever day – what an honour!

The hand tattoo that started it all, and our place settings at M & C’s wedding!

And so, here are several tattoos laid upon me by the one and only Catherine Rope Head Allen.

Crystal Ball, the runes mean success, luck all that kinda shit.

Friday 13th tattoo, lucky ol’ 13! Ryan got one too, and he tattooed one on Cat!

A birthday tattoo, and yes I drank tea as it was stabbed into me!

My finger tattoos, and not to sound like a pussy but these are up there with most painful tattoo! I love Cat but when she tattoos me sometimes I’d like to punch her.

One for the Foot Fetishers

Oh, my most recent tattoo is the swallow on my foot, and I nearly forgot to mention my own mishaps – tattooing ‘Love Hate’ on my toes on Christmas day, probably not my greatest idea, but it was funny at the time. And what’s life for, if not for laughing.

Another ‘home job’ a sugar skull on my thigh. Hurt like fuck and Ryan did a line too. A blurry photo honestly does it justice.

  The rest of my arm, a crescent moon which was done by Robin at Dust N Bones, which i got ‘cus I liked it. (Life aint always deep and meaningful!) and then following a few successes with my blog and writing in general I got a writing hand, with the word ‘Mother’. This was my own design and tattooed by the wonderful Cat! It actually covers over some scars which was pretty poignant – like making an ugly reminder of a hard time into something that I am proud of and truly self-made. I’ve done well since that period of life, and now whenever I see my arm I am reminded of it.

Lucky Horseshoe – Freshly done! This tattoo was a nod to my first love Amy (RIP), Also Ryan tells me I am supernaturally lucky (that’s true!) and he recently got a tattoo that said ‘Fuck Luck’. So its an ode to being a ying/yang. He’s unlucky, but I’ve got enough luck for the both of us.

Excuse the shite photo, but have you ever tried to take a photo of the bottom of your arm?! This piece was just a gap filler I decided on, on the day. Super bright and colourful dagger and rose.

So… I THINK that is it! Theres another anchor on my ankle, stabbed into me, by me. It’s not too bad actually! I’ve got another tattoo booked this weekend – so we will have to wait and see what that is!! I’m sure I’ll document it all on Instagram…so be sure to check that out! ( @Rocknrollmother_)

I’ve popped a link in above to The Vault’s Facebook if you wanna have a nosy at Cats most brilliant work – I am not the greatest advert for her amazing talent. Their Instagram is here.

That said! A few of you asked for more tattoo blogs, so there will be more to come! Watch this space for a walk through of Ryan’s tattoos! (Wayyyy more interesting than mine) And tattoo etiquette – a guide to getting your first, third or the rest of your tattoos! Etc. If there’s anything you’d like to read, drop a comment or message on my social media.

Thankyou for reading, I hope you enjoyed it (:

My Tattoos! So I get asked to do a tattoo blog ALOT, and while I don't see myself as tattooed enough to warrant one - all of y'all do, so here we go.

#cornwall tattoo #looe tattoo #tattoo #tattoo blog #tattoo care #tattoo guide #tattoos #the vault

[ticklikeabomb]

The Marvel Parody - Chapter 8

Pairing (in the futur) : Chris Evans x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings : Language ; spelling mistakes

Word Count : 1.270

Author’s Note : Italic phrases are Reader’s or Evans thoughts. 

‘Ok put on a smile. Let’s go. Oh boy, they’re all locking at me. Act natural, act natural.’ « Hey, this is Chris Pratt here… », you said ‘Shit you already fucked it up’. « I’m kidding. Sorry that was really weird », you continued with a blushing face.

« I see someone watches my Instagram stories », commented an amused Pratt.

« Guilty », you replied with a nervous chuckle.

« Hello », you waved at everyone but couldn’t keep eye contact for too long. 

RDJ just stepped forward and embraced you into a hug.

« Oh, ok », you said surprised.

« You were amazing », he said.

« Thank you. It means a lot coming from a legend such as you », you commented looking at your feet. He came closer and whispered in your ear, « Relax. Don’t be shy. Just pretend I’m one of your uncles or long-time family member. » I immediately relaxed at his sweet words. I looked at him and gave him a genuine smile. 

« Time off Jr., my turn », exclaimed Hemsworth that came and gave you a bone-crushing hug. Other actors followed such as Scarlet, Sebastian, Mackie, Brie, Elisabeth, Pom, Danai, Benedict and Taika. Tom Hiddleston as the gentleman he is, gave you ‘la bise’ (a kiss on each cheek) and was followed by Josh Brolin which surprised you, along with Mark. You gave a handshake with Marvel Producer Kevin Feige such as the Russo Brothers and Chadwick, Letitia, Pratt and Holland gave you a check and a side-hug. That’s when you came face to face to your all-time celebrity crush, Evans. « Hi », your voice came almost as a whisper. « Hi » he replied by also giving you a hug. You could swear that this one was different, like he was holding you tighter. Or maybe it was just  in your brain. He hugged you for what felt like an eternity but that lasted in reality only a few seconds. Sarah cleared her throat and you immediately disengaged from the hug, face red like a tomato and finding enormous interest in your shoes. 

« I’m gonna grab a drink. Does anyone want something? », you asked.

« A cold one », replied July.

« Same », commented Kelly

You went to the bar grab your drinks and tried not to overthink what just happened. Mackie followed you to the bar and sat next to you. « Now I’m portrayed as a stuffed toy?! », he said amused. You looked at your right and smiled. « Sorry », you said shyly. « It’s ok it was hilarious ». « That was the goal. But if it makes you feel better, I did use some of Mackie’s vibes », you replied.

« Dude, go talk to her », whispered Seb into Chris ear.

« No. I don’t wanna bother her. »

« Come on. What happened to your flirting skills man? »

Evans just looked seriously at an smirking Seb.

« Let’s join them », Seb proposed. They walked to you and Mackie having an intense conversation. 

« I saw the Ace Comic Con panel and I just want you to know that we’re not all like that. The real fans care about you and what you bring to Marvel. You are important », you looked him in the eyes. « Wow, thank you. I appreciate it », he said touched by your words. « Some people just don’t realize that at the end of the day, we’re just humans and that we work hard to please everyone and because we’re passionate about what we do, but hearing words like that it means a lot. » « No problem. Sometimes when I’m just sad or whatever, I watch videos of you and Sebastian during interviews and I just feel better. You’re both so funny », you revealed. « Really? That’s so cute. What’s your favorite? », he asked curiously. You laughed and said « I really liked the one where you said ‘Eastern your favorite holiday? Because you about to eat some chocolate’. It was hilarious ». 

Both of you laughed and were joined by Sebastian and Chris E. . ‘How long have they been here?’, you thought. The bartender gave you your order and you all headed back to the group. That’s when you realized that the only people left in the establishment was the crew and the cast.

Josh Brolin gave you a stern look « So Anus, hein? » Your eyes went wide and your heart started to beat rapidly. ‘Oh god, I pissed him off’. « Ehm… yes. We noticed that some people pronounce Thanos, like phonetically ‘ThEInUs’ and others ‘ThAhnos’, so we thought it would be funny to use the first form. That’s how we came up with Anus », you replied hesitantly. Sensing your voice trembling he immediately calmed you down. « I like it. Thanos is kinda of an ass, so it fits ». You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding and chuckled. Everyone was chatting. You were currently talking with Pom that had difficulties saying something in English, so you just answered in French and she gasped. « Tu parles français? (You speak French?) ». « Oui. Je suis né dans un pays où le français est l’une des langues officielles (Yes, I was born in a country where French is one of the countries official language) », you replied. « C’est génial. Ça fait trop du bien de pouvoir parler un peu sa langue. (Amazing. It feels nice to be able to talk my language). Hiddleston heard you both talking and joined your frenchie conversation. 

Evans was observing you and wondered : ’She talks another language. She’s amazing. What else is she hiding?’

« Sérieusement, tu parles 5 langues? (Seriously, you speak 5 languages?), asked Pom. « Oui. J’en parle 5, mais j’en ai étudié une autre pendant 1 an et je comprends une autre langue parce qu’elle se rapproche d’une des langues que je parle de base. (Yes. I speak 5 languages. Took one year class for a 6th and understand a 7th because it’s similar to one of the 5 others) » « Moi aussi, je parle 5-6 langues (I also speak 5-6 languages) », exclaimed an astonished Tom.

« What are you guys talking about? », asked RDJ

“She speaks different languages », announced Pom

“Is the language of love one of them? », asked Pratt seductively. You laughed loudly and throw your head back and said « Definitely not. »

Evans couldn’t help but smile widely at you letting loose.

You joined Sarah and Emily that were talking with the female cast. 

« You have to teach me some pole dance moves », declared Scarlet to Emily.

« Anytime »

« She’s an amazing teacher », you said without paying attention.

« You learning pole dance too? », asked Elisabeth.

You blushed and took a gulp of your beer. « Yeah, she is. », exclaimed a way to happy Sarah. You tried to give her a warning look with resulted her smiling mischievously. « You’re not that innocent, hein? », exclaimed Scarlet. « Innocent? If you knew what she reads on Tumblr. All those smutty fan fictions about… » « THAT’S ENOUGH », you shut Sarah by putting your hand in front of her mouth and narrowed your wide eyes. ‘You are so dead’. That bitch just laughed. Scarlet was giving her famous Black Widow smirk and raised an eyebrow.  

« Are you guys hungry? », asked G.

« Yeah », shouted the girls.

« Y/N, it’s your turn. »

« Yep, on my way. What do you guys want? »

Once they told you what pizza they wanted, you were about to head out.

« Wait. Do you need help? », asked Holland. You were about to say no when Sebastian’s voice was heard. « Evans why don’t you go with Y/N and help her? ». « Oh it’s ok. I can handle it.

« No, I’ll help gladly », he turned to you. You just smiled shyly.

You looked at Sarah who was smirking like the devil. Meanwhile, Sebastian was doing the same to Chris.

*gifs not mine, credit to owners* 

#marvel #mcu #cast #chris evans #chris evans x plus size reader #plus size reader #reader #Sebastian Stan #anthony mackie #scarlet johannson #mark ruffalo #robert downey jr #chris pratt #chris hemsworth #tom holland #tom hiddleston #josh brolin #pom klementieff #chadwick boseman #letitia wright #danai gurira #elisabeth olsen #brie larson #russo brothers #kevin feige #taika waititi #benedict cumberbatch #fanfiction

[nothing-personal-my-dear]

Spartacus: Vengeance Rewatch - Episode 1: Fugitivus

Sex Scene: All of them. They went to a whorehouse.

“Cock”: 4

“Cunt”: 2

“Kill Them All”: 0 (I wonder if this is said at all in S2 or 3)

“Fucking Gaul”: 3

Slow motion Face Punch:0

Episode Name Dropped by: Aurelia

Memorable Death:  Aurelia

Favourite Line: “We must stand as one, or fall divided.”

- This is the greatest way they could have introduced the new Spartacus actor. It was amazing.

- Spartacus facing down that horse is beautiful.

- AGRON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- DONAR!! =]

- He’s still throwing his bloody sword.

- I love that Donar has this axe thing, it’s awesome and sets him apart from the other gladiators.

- This beginning fight scene is so well done.

- Agron oh gosh. He’s so angry, so crazed by his grief. Everyone is so wary of him, but like he lost his brother. My poor baby.

-  “I believe the man dead.” – the moment I fell in love with Donar and his bromance with Agron.

- I can always rely on Agron to say “cock”

-  Spartacus has never really been a savage until right now when he carves a message into a dead guy’s chest. Seriously, wtf. 

- I’m so in love with Agron’s necklace.

- Ha! Rome, it looks like it’s still being built. That’s hilarious.

- Pompey mention!

- What is with all those masks?! How fucking creepy.

- “Where youth plummets, maturity may soar.”

- As someone who hasn’t ever paid any interest in wars, all this undoubtedly historically accurate war talk is super boring.

- Everyone under the sun is named Marcus

- Varinius!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA oh man, seriously. Just, Brett Tucker is an Aussie actor that has been in basically everything! I can’t take him seriously.

- AND HE FUCKING SAID MONGRELS!

- Seriously this triangle between Ilithyia, Varinius, and Glaber is basically the entire subplot of S2.

- The one thing I get super bored of in Spartacus is men and their egos.

- Mira is literally in the sewers and she’s still a queen.

- Oh hey, the Veteran!

- The kid that says “I will kill many Romans” looks like Tyler Lockwood from Vampire Diaries.

- You can actually see Mira’s face fall when Aurelia comes into view. Like she knows that when Aurelia is around Spartacus can see no one else. It’s not a romantic thing, it’s a Varro thing.

- Agron and Donar bromance, I love it. Almost makes up for Duro’s death, almost.

- The Gauls are mostly comprised of New Zealanders – just an observation.

- I sometimes can’t believe that the gladiators treat the house slaves so poorly and sometimes don’t seem to give a fuck about any slaves still in chains.

- “Rabbits” - I still don’t understand this.

-  Oh, Acer.

-  Yessss Mira!!!!!

- Oh the showdown between the Gauls and the rest of the slaves is so intense and beautifully done.

- I really like that even with the new actor they still put all the same scars on him. Good job.

- Oh gosh. Mira loves Spartacus so much…..and S2 Spartacus clearly cares for her way more than he did in S1, but still. She deserves better.

- “I have proven troublesome to kill.”

- Gah, the thing with Spartacus in S2 is he cares more about killing Romans than protecting the other slaves. At least Mira and even Agron are there to pick up the slack.

- “I hear you wish to command my men.” – when I first heard this I thought it very antagonistic, like the fractions were splitting apart. But it’s more of Spartacus being the head honcho, and Crixus being a General that leads his own fraction but still reports to Spartacus. Warfare is not my thing but I’m learning.

- Yeah, because a curtain is going to give you so much privacy. Everyone can still hear you guys.

- “Did his blood bear fruit?”

- Trebius! Ah!

- Arena games!!! Oh how I miss you!

- Seppia really freaking frustrates me. She is so childish and has no idea the kinds of games she’s playing. She’s a fool.

- Seppius and Seppia are fucking right? That’s what they’re implying? A whole bunch of incest? I wanna hate it but I can see it.

- I don’t understand how the gladiator fights could be boring? Or how Batiatus’ gladiators could have made it more entertaining? You’re still watching two dudes kill each other.

- I haven’t even watch Star Wars but Oenomaus in that cloak gives me Jedi vibes.

- That guy in the alley gives me Pirates of The Caribbean vibes.

-  On one hand whenever I see Oenomaus I’m like “Don’t hurt this precious baby.” But then again “Hell yes baby you kick their asses!”

- Holy shit!!!!!!!!!!! Arm bone through the skin!!!!!!! Shit! Knife through the eye!!!!! Ah! Right through the jaw!!!!! Oenomaus is such a badass!

- Aurelia talking about how much she wants to go back to Janis. Well, you shouldn’t have left him in the first place! Her pride was as foolish as any man’s.

- “That lopsided grin. Eye’s promising mischief. I’ve seen in many times, upon his father.” –seriously my shipper heart. Spartacus loved Varro, it’s canon.

- “I fell to love the crooked bend of Varro's lips long before the man himself.” “As did I.” – IT’S MOTHERFLIPPING CANON I TELL YOU.

- I mean Spartacus can be a kind man when he wants to. He’s just very single minded.

- Gotta give their art department props. Having a fake pregnant woman be naked, and it look real….like damn, they deserve a pat on the back.

- I am loving Ilithyia’s purple gown thing though, wowzah.

- Marcus Crassus mention again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- “She was a fucking bitch” – I find that fucking hilarious.

- Agron said bleat! Goat reference! My shipper heart!

- Wow, Spartacus said “whores” somehow that’s more shocking than anything else on this show.

- I love Agron’s loyalty to Spartacus but I wish Spartacus would see it too. In this season and the next he kind of treats Agron like crap.

- “You had me at whores.” – I love Donar.

- “Avoid unnecessary risk.” Sparty, baby, do you realise who you talking to?!

- Loving the idea of Mira, Donar, and Agron planning behind Spartacus’ back. These are the people who want to protect the other slaves, not spend every day covered in Roman blood.

- “As are all things, in pursuit of a woman.” Gotta love the salty gay trope. Agron pulls it off swimmingly.

- “I will tell Janis of you. Of the man who loved his father above all others.” CANON. I really didn’t ship Spartacus and Varro this much the first time around.

- “I gave my word. Blood and Honour. It yet speaks to the man.” as said in S1.

- Gladiators in hoods is everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Woman with a massive dildo fucking a dude. Yep.

- Oh! I think this is the first penis shots we’ve had in a while.

- Guy on Guy sex. Well then. So much gay sex in this series, it’s glorious.

- The four guys throwing the girl around makes me super fucking uncomfortable, especially when you can hear her. She is so not enjoying this.

- Another memorable death = dude jerking off and just as he’s about to finish, gets a sword through his throat.

- It’s gotta suck so bad for all these guys that are dying with their dicks out. Especially that guy that got a sword right between the legs. Ouch.

- Never noticed but there’s a very very large woman in the whorehouse and a skinny guy on all fours in front of her. I’m so curious about what’s happening there.

- How many innocent body slaves died in this attack???

- Poor boy with cum all over his face.

- Trebius is so fucking disgusting. Peeing all over that girl.

- I get that this girl is probably horrendously traumatized but she really have to go and kill the only lead they had to Naevia.

- AGRON KICKING THE SHIT OUTTA TREBIUS COS HE SOLD HIM AND DURO TO BATIATUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahh my heart!

- I seriously hate Spartacus in this scene and it kind of tainted him for me. He’s telling Agron that he can’t kill Trebius as revenge for Duro, BUT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT SPARTACUS IS DOING WITH GLABER! He’s such a fucking hypocrite!

- Crixus sticking his hand inside Trebius’ gut is so gross.

-  I get that Glaber is angry at Ilithyia but she clearly has some PTSD that is triggered by that house and he’s forcing her to stay there. Not cool.

- OVER THE CLIFF!! Yes Ilithyia!

- There’s no logical reason for that mask to be there, except to provoke memories.

- Flashback penis.

-  I never noticed but Ilithyia has a really big mouth.

- I honestly thought the figure was gonna be Spartacus, I was so surprised to see Lucretia.

- Lucretia being out of her freaking mind is magical. All the props to the actress.

- “What fragments her shattered mind yet holds.”

- Seriously, the male ego.

- Old woman slave = headcanon that she ran the whole Battiatus household. Also, that young boy slave is super attractive, how has Agron not noticed this?!?

- “Grab your fucking cock.” – oh wait, maybe he has! Ha!

- Foreshadow of Agron not thinking house/body salves are worth much. Ahhhhhhh how wrong he shall be ;)

- “We knew this day would come” SPARTACUS YOU MADE THIS DAY COME, YOU WROTE A FUCKING MESSAGE! Gah!

- Angry little lost boy. Agron is my fave if you can’t already tell.

-  “That is no longer my title.” – poor baby.

- “There is but one place for an animal without honour.”

- Singleminded Spartacus is one of my least faves.

- I love how they take Lucretia way back to the drought, to before Spartacus killed Theokoles.

- I really love how in this show they show woman with pubic hair, COS IT’S FUCKING NATURAL and women shouldn’t have to shave because society tells them to.

- “Smashed upon the cliffs.” – foreshadowing!

- Argh! This leaning back shit women do during sex scenes on tv annoys the hell outta me. That move is done purely for the male viewers. For the women doing it, it’s really fucking awkward.

-  “You bark as a dominus.” “Sheep stand idle if not prodded by snapping jaw.” – I love Agron and Donar moments.

- “Let us compare teeth and have answer.” – they are basically talking about comparing dick sizes right?????

- Lucretia with dark hair and wearing a purple dress. Goddess.

- “Do not shed fucking tear.”

- Fucking love that Lucretia is the one to spot Spartacus.

- Seppius rolling his eyes at Glaber. Me too, bro, me too.

- Ah the foreshadow of Glaber and Seppia. Yuck.

- The rebels coming to Spartacus’ aid. I love their loyalty.

- Seriously Donar and his axe.

- Agron picking up Aurelia and throwing her over his shoulder. It’s hilarious because she is so freaking tiny compared to him, and also cos he’s super gay and doesn’t understand females at all.

- Lucretia and Crixus seeing each other again is super powerful.

- MIRA with a “fucking Gauls.” Did not see that coming.

-  “Do any of us hold fucking worth to you?”

- Mira’s little rant to Spartacus is all well and good, but did she have to be mean to Agron.

- The Spartacus and Crixus bromance is strong in S2.

- VENGEANCE NAME DROP.

- Agron looks so little, so small and young. My baby.

- I still fucking hate Aurelia.

- I do love that Agron was willing to go and fight Glaber because of Aurelia, someone he didn’t even seem to like at all.Baby’s got a heart.

- THE BEGINNING OF THE REBEL ARMY!!!!!!!!!!!YAAAAAS!

#spartacus #spartacus vengeance #vengeance #spartacus rewatch #season 2 #2x01 #fugitivus #crixus #agron #spartacus agron #donar #mira #aurelia #lucretia #ilithyia #glaber #naevia