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bechloe-are-acadorable · 5 years

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Beca grimaced as she walked through the coffee shop door, 6:00am was far too early to start her shift here. She reluctantly grabbed her apron and shoved it on before yawning and making her way towards the till. “Beca, there is a new girl starting today so I want you to show her the ropes please” her manager Jesse explained.

Beca rolled her eyes “Can’t Amy do it?” She groaned, Jesse laughed at this. “Amy doesn’t even understand how to work here and she’s been doing it for over a year now. She’s lucky she has you to cover for her or I’d have had to fire her ass ages ago” Beca scowls.

It was true, not only had Beca got her friend the job but she’d also been covering her ass the entire time she’d worked there. “Fine” she sighed “Great she’s due at half 6”. Beca got to work setting up the machines and such before a red headed girl bounded through the shop doors shortly after. Ugh seriously who has that much energy this early?

Beca glanced up and her throat constricted slightly, causing her to gulp at the beautiful woman. God Beca was terrible around pretty women. “Um, hi what can I get you?” Beca managed. “I’m new here, I’m Chloe, I know I’m a bit early but I was kinda excited!” Chloe babbled as Beca stared at her. Great she was going to be showing her the ropes and couldn’t even talk to the girl due to her nervousness around pretty women.

Beca nodded after a while “Beca. I’m Beca” Beca managed to reply. Chloe enthusiastically held out her hand and Beca took it and shook her hand “I’m... um... you’re with me today I think... Jesse wants me to show you stuff I think” Chloe giggled at Beca and nodded.

Beca busied herself and calmed herself internally. She’s going to be a colleague so you will have to get over yourself and talk to her like a normal human being she thought to herself before turning back to Chloe. “Right is this is the till, it’s pretty easy to use” Beca began to explain all of the machines and how to use them.

Chloe stuck next to Beca all morning and luckily they were pretty dead so Beca had time to show Chloe exactly what she was doing. At around 8:10 Amy strolled in and sauntered over to the pair. “This is Amy and she’s only 40 minutes late for her shift today, well done Amy” Beca commented drily to Amy’s beaming grin.

“Is this the newbie?” Amy asked Beca whilst Chloe was stood right next to her “Yes, hi I’m Chloe!” Chloe grinned enthusiastically “Fat Amy, although my name tag only says Amy” Chloe looked puzzled but nodded anyway. “Most important part of training yet” Beca began and Chloe looked at her expectantly. “Don’t so anything Amy tells you to do and don’t follow her example, got it?” Chloe smiled widely and nodded. “You’re no fun Beca” Fat Amy grumbled before heading towards the coffee machine.

Chloe and Beca had their lunch break together and Beca couldn’t help but notice how perpetually upbeat the new girl was. Normally Beca would find it sickening but for some reason, she found it adorable. She was like a little ray of sunshine and Beca couldn’t help but smile.

“Today has been great Beca, thanks so much for showing me what to do!” She exclaimed whilst tucking into a sandwich. “Just doing my job” Beca mumbled, trying hard not to blush. “Well you’re very good at it, you’ve made me feel right at home” Beca frowned at this. She never made people feel at home. Usually quite the opposite. “No problem” she managed.

“But really though, I’ve just moved here this week and I don’t have any friends or anything yet and I can tell we’re going to become fast friends!” this definitely did make Beca blush. Beca simply nodded back in return and continued to eat her sandwich.

The next few weeks were hard for Beca. She saw Chloe almost every day and like Chloe predicted, the pair became very good friends very quickly. Beca still fancied the pants off of her, but was managing to push that towards the back of her mind, well for the most part anyway.

It was another dead day and the pair were stood behind the counter talking softly. “Is that a tattoo there?” Chloe asked Beca taking her wrist in her hand “Yeah just a pair of headphones” the pair had previously discussed their shared love for music and Chloe nodded her head in appreciation.

“Any others?” Beca told her about the others and quickly showed her them. “What about you?” Beca questioned. “Just two” Chloe showed her the small music note behind her ear and then pulled her pants down at the hip slightly to reveal the small double Venus sign tattoo on her hip bone. Beca swallowed quickly and nodded, managing only to squeak out a “Nice”.

Fortunately for Beca a customer arrived and she took the order. Her head however was swirling with thoughts. Surely only a gay woman would have a double Venus sign tattoo? Maybe Chloe was gay? Maybe Beca did have a chance?

Beca was pretty zoned out until lunchtime rolled around, her and Fat Amy had the same lunch slot and Beca was practically bursting to talk to someone at this point. “Right Amy, I need some advice but you have to promise you won’t blab okay?” Amy nodded clearly intrigued. “Well I’m guessing you can tell I have a little crush on Chloe by now?” Beca asked “Whaaaat? I would have never guessed” Amy replied sarcastically.

Beca rolled her eyes before continuing “Well anyway she was this double Venus tattoo she showed me it before, so I’m thinking maybe she’s gay? I dunno. Even if she is she probably wouldn’t like me like that but I just really wanna know if she is or not” Beca blurted out.

Amy winked at her “Leave it with me” she grinned “Please try and be subtle” Beca pleaded. “Subtlety is my middle name” replied Fat Amy. Beca began to have the feeling that this was a terrible idea.

After lunch Amy sauntered over to Chloe “Hey Chloe” Chloe beamed at her. “Hey Amy” “So me and Jesse have a bet care to settle it?” She asked the redhead “Sure thing!” Amy smirked. “Do you have a boyfriend?” She asked her flatly, Chloe looked at her confused. “Bit of a weird thing to have a bet about but no I don’t” Fat Amy nodded.

“That’s what I said, he said he’d seen someone that looked like you with a guy and thought it was you” Fat Amy continued “Nope not me” Chloe giggled. “You haven’t been out on a date with a guy recently then?” Amy pressed. “I haven’t been out with a boy since I was 14” Chloe continued to giggle. “What? Why?” Amy asked “I’m gay” Chloe smiled. “Ohhhhhhhhh” Fat Amy grinned “My bad, any girlfriend then?” Chloe shook her head.

“What about you, do you have a partner?” Chloe asked Amy. “Me? Nah I’m a lone wolf at the moment, couldn’t be bothered with all of my boyfriends back in Australia so moved over here” Chloe giggled at this. “What’s your type then?” Amy questioned Chloe, who shrugged before answering. “I like petite brunettes” Fat Amy grinned and nodded. “Anyway got to go these coffees aren’t going to make themselves”

Amy headed away “Wrong way Amy” Chloe called, Amy turned on her heels and started walking him the opposite direction. “Just testing you” she said to Chloe’s laughter in response.

As soon as Beca finished her lunch break Amy cornered her, but Chloe was within earshot “Um Beca we need to restock the back” Beca looked at her clearly confused. “What no we don’t” Fat Amy glared back at her “Yes we do, remember we were talking about it at lunch” Beca took a second to click onto it. Her eyes shot wide open “Ohhhhh yeah!” She turned to Chloe “Be back in ten” Chloe smiled back in return as Amy dragged Beca away.

Fat Amy rolled her eyes when they were safely away “God you’re thick sometimes” Beca shrugged. “Sorry I’m just so used to you not knowing what you’re doing in work I thought you’d got confused again” Beca grumbled. “Do you want me to tell you or not?” Amy asked pointedly “Shit yeah sorry” Amy smirked.

“So I basically made out that Jesse and I had a bet that he had seen her with some guy and she said she hadn’t been out with a boy since she was 14 because she’s gay!” Amy exclaimed. Becas face lit up “Shiiiiiit” she muttered. “I’ve got even better news, apparently petite brunettes are her type” Amy wiggles her eyebrows at Beca.

Beca gulped. Outwardly this was good news. It left Beca however, feeling vulnerable and confused, there was no stopping her from asking her out now and that scared the crap out of her. “So?” Fat Amy asked “I’ll... I’ll talk to her later” Beca muttered. “Thanks pal” Fat Amy nodded “What are best friends for eh?”

Beca went about serving coffee until the end of the day. Conveniently it was her and Chloe’s day to close the shop up. Beca trembled slightly as she thought about what to say to the girl, she quickly put the closed sign up and locked the door as she started wiping tables down.

Chloe picked up a spray bottle and a rag and started to clean the table next to her. Beca took a deep breath and decided it was now or never. “Chlo?” Chloe stoped cleaning and looked up at Beca upon hearing her name.

Beca cleared her throat slightly. “You...have a face” Beca managed to spit out, cursing herself internally as soon as the words left her lips. “Yes. Yes I do” Chloe replied, the confusion evident on her face. “I mean a nice face. You have a nice face.” Beca cursed internally once again, that was hardly any better than the first time! Chloe continued to look confused. “Thanks, I think” Beca facepalmed. “Please accept my attempts at flirting, I don’t know what I’m doing” Beca groaned.

Chloe’s confused face suddenly split into a smirk “Ohhhh that’s what’s happening” she chuckled. “I’m sorry, I’m no good at this” Beca muttered, looking down at her feet. “In fact can we forget that this whole embarrassing conversation ever happened please?” Chloe took a few steps closer to Beca “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget this” she smirked.

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8 years later

Beca and Chloe were stood up in front of all of their friends and family, ready to say their handwritten vows to each other. Chloe was first up. Beca took her soon to be wife’s hands in her own as Chloe let out a nervous breath. “You have a face. I mean you have a nice face.” She glanced up at Beca who was shaking her head from the memory, with a huge smile on her face. She glanced at the people assembled before them, some of which understood the significance of that and others who looked at her like she was mad.

“I can’t believe that they were the words you chose to try and woo me all those years ago. More to the point I can’t believe that they worked” there was laughter from the crowd. “But I’m so glad that they did. Beca, I love you with all of my heart, you’re smart, funny, talented, beautiful and there is no one on this planet that I’d rather be stood up here with. You’re my soulmate plain and simple and I can’t wait to start our married life together, to have kids and to grow old together. Oh and just so you know, you have a nice face too.”

Beca was holding back tears. She mouthed I love you at Chloe before psyching herself up to deliver her own vows.

“Chloe, I am so lucky to soon be able to call you my wife. I never in a million years thought I could be marrying someone like you. You’re absolutely gorgeous inside and out. I remember the day that I met you thinking that you were like a little ray of sunshine which normally I’d hate but I couldn’t help but love it about you. You truly are the sunshine to my raincloud, you could brighten up even the darkest of days with that adorable smile of yours” Beca glanced down from Chloe’s eyes to her mouth.

“Yep that’s the one” she commented to giggles from the people watching. “You are everything I could possibly want in a wife and oh so much more and I feel lucky everyday to get to call you mine. I love you so much Chlo, here’s to the rest of our lives together”

Chloe was crying now, Beca reached up to wipe a tear away with her thumb “Don’t or you’ll start me off” she whispered to Chloe. Chloe pressed a quick kiss to Becas hand resting on her cheek to wipe the tear away and nods, holding the tears back. Chloe is handed a ring “With this ring I thee wed you Rebecca Anna Mitchell” Beca grimaced at the use of her full name and Chloe mouthed a ‘sorry’. Beca took Chloe’s ring out “With this ring I thee wed you Chloe Brittany Beale”

The priest smiled at the pair “I now pronounced you wife and wife, you may now kiss the bride” Chloe wiggled her eyebrows at Beca “Come here dork” she laughed and pulled her in for a kiss.

#bechloe #pitch perfect #bechloe fanfic #bechloe oneshot #bhloe

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lettersfromn0where · 5 years

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Creator Tag

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2018. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I was tagged, appropriately, by my first-ever Tumblr buddy, @disruptedvice - thank you for thinking of me!

This is a bit tough because every fanwork I’ve ever posted has been written since April. There’s certainly a few stupid oneshots in my repertoire that I’m not proud of, but considering that at the beginning of the year I was petrified of the mere idea of writing and sharing fanfiction, I’m rather pleased with the fact that I managed to do anything at all. So, without further ado, my top five (in order from 5th-1st):

5. remember me, once in a while (please promise me you'll try) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14936669

Short summary: IW missing scene. After Gamora is taken on Knowhere, Peter struggles to accept the reality that she may be gone. There is a letter. It is 100% intentional emotional manipulation, pure and simple, and I’m pretty sure everyone who read this realized that.

Excerpt:

The faint trails of tears, yet to evaporate, lingered on Peter’s face for all his attempts to disguise them as he turned the sheet of paper in his hands, reluctant to open it for fear of tainting something so precious. He paid no heed to the ever-shifting starscape racing past the windows, trying not to risk being caught in tears as he thought of the moment, on the way to Knowhere, that Gamora had pressed the letter into his hands.

“In case…” She said, but trailed off, neither wanting to confront the sentence’s inevitable end.

“No,” Peter had protested, voice thick with emotion. “You won’t-“

"It’s just a precaution,” Gamora had tried to reassure him, but even she knew her tone was entirely unconvincing.

Peter had kept the letter with him every moment they’d been apart, hoping desperately he’d never need to open it but unwilling to part from it lest it be lost along with –

No, he told himself, feverishly, with all of the desperation his worry-worn mind could muster.

Commentary: This one was not what I’d consider to be my best-written piece, but it was certainly (from the way people reacted) one of the most emotionally impactful. Any fic that gets you multiple angry comments from people claiming you made them cry has to be at least somewhat of a favorite, right? This one was, oddly enough, based on an anime, “Your Lie in April.” I’m not an anime person, but YLIA is about a violinist, so as a violinist I had to watch it, and it BROKE MY HEART INTO A MILLION TINY PIECES. *Spoiler* one of the key moments in the series comes after the protagonist’s death when she leaves a letter to the boy she was in love with for him to read after she dies, revealing things she couldn’t while she was alive. That idea of the posthumous letter, translated to the GOTG-verse (and the fact that I sobbed my eyes out while rewatching the clip where said boy reads the letter), made its way into my mind and wouldn’t leave. And that is why I had several very angry people cursing at me in the comments.

And to whoever commented “f*** you”: I’m honored.

4. meet me in this broken place https://archiveofourown.org/works/15646347

Short Summary: post-IW, during the (hypothetical) events of Endgame. My Damaged Babies, Peter and Wanda (Maximoff), both of whom lost significant others during the events of IW, find solace in the fact that they both know the feeling of losing everyone one holds dear.

Excerpt:

They don’t want to imagine a world without the ones they love, but – even with their teammates working around the clock, making and discarding endless plans to save them – they realize now that maybe their good fortune had been exhausted by their own returns to life. They are left with no choice but to venture blindly into a bleak future without the ones whose sides they never thought they’d leave.

“What are we going to do?” she asks, too weary to conceal her worry.

“I guess…we just have to keep going,” he says numbly, but it’s plain as day that he doesn’t believe a word out of his own mouth.

“What is there for us in a future without them?” she asks, rhetorically but not entirely so, and plays with the hem of her jacket. It’s frayed with the trauma of the past days, looking about as battered and torn as she feels.

“Don’t know.” He shrugs. “I wish I still knew how to hope that I’d see her again.”

“Isn’t that the problem, though?” she asks, pursing her lips in painful irony. “None of us knows how to hope for the best anymore. We try to fix things, not believing that anything we do is going to work.”

He ponders her statement, turns it over in his mind – it is their problem, he realizes. They are working tirelessly towards an end they all believe to be futile. Yes, they’ve accomplished three-quarters of what they set out to do. But it doesn’t feel like a figure to celebrate when the other quarter of the equation determines the fate of the people they cherish most.

Commentary: this is essentially a super depressing slice-of-life fic. I chose it because A) Wanda Maximoff is the love of my life and I loved writing her, and B) I think the writing in this is just about the best I’ve seen in any of my work. I like the way the prose came out here - the melancholy tone lends itself well to the style in which I write, if that makes any sense, even if at points the excess of run-on sentences and overlong prose becomes rather tired. I was proud of this one. (Not super popular, but it always seems like it’s the super trite stuff I don’t think was good that gets comments while the ones I like are unnoticed. Heh...)

3. I Guess It’s Half Timing (and the Other Half’s Luck) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14775470/chapters/34172447

Short Summary: high school AU. Peter’s a jock, benched with academic ineligibility until he can get his grades up. Gamora is the type-A star student in charge of the peer tutoring program that may be Peter’s only hope of playing in the State Championships. You can probably predict the ending...

Excerpt:

“So, let me get this straight. You’re eligible again, but you still wanna spend every single afternoon at tutoring?” Rocket shook his head, sincerely disappointed. “You’ve got it worse than I thought.”

“Yes and no,” Peter vaguely defended himself. “I mean, yeah, she won’t talk to me any other way, but I’ve realized something, too.”

“This oughta be good,” Rocket snickered. “What, do ya suddenly feel called to be a brain surgeon or something?”

Peter fixed him with a nonplussed gaze. “Why would I want to do that? I can’t even get a shot without losing it.”

Rocket rolled his eyes. “I mean, do you think your future depends on your grades all the sudden? Little late for that.”

“No, but now that I’ve realized I can do better, it should start aiming higher-“ he started to explain.

“…because Gamora only dates guys who care about school,” Nebula finished for him, walking up with her usual inopportune timing.

“Dude! How and why are you always sneaking up on me?” Peter shuddered. “It’s creepy!”

Nebula shrugged. “I pride myself on my timing.”

“Oh, so this is what that’s about,” Rocket cackled. “You’re hilarious. You fall for the smartest girl in your class and all the sudden you decide you’re going to be on the honor roll or something?”

“Rocket…”

Commentary: this fic. Ohhhh, boy. It was a bit of a trainwreck, but oh, how I LOVED writing it. It’s a light, fluffy high school rom-com mixing my own relentless fixation on academics with excessive melodrama, a very, VERY OOC Nebula, and a million vague tie-ins to the movies that I’m fairly certain no one noticed. “Half Timing” is not, in my opinion, fantastically written (witty at times, mind-numbingly cheesy at others), but it was endlessly fun to write, and I loved the ending. Plus, it’s the reason I became friends with @disruptedvice, who had MANY feelings about the New Year’s scene. MANY. (She was 37% of the reason this fic was so fun to write.) It spawned three unnecessary sequel oneshots and was a productive start to a summer which I spent primarily writing fanfiction and studying for the SAT. This one’s on here for the nostalgia and the fact that it was so central to everything else I’ve written, not for literary merit, but it is and will always be dear to my heart.

2. So Many Things Unknown https://archiveofourown.org/works/14632275/chapters/33818142

Short Summary: Soul World Mantis feels. A half fix-it.

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Peter didn’t need to hear his name to know it was him she called to, and exactly who was calling and why and where he was and – He turned. Mantis saw Gamora’s eyes widen, filling with tears, almost beginning to go to him before stopping herself again, for reasons Mantis did not understand. For a while the two simply stood, perhaps thirty feet apart, saying nothing and staring across the distance at each other as if they were not sure of the reliability of their eyesight.

And then she broke into a run, and they were in each other’s arms, and Mantis could not hear everything they were saying, but she knew from the way their shoulders shook that both were crying, and she thought she heard a faint “I love you” and she knew they both said something to the effect of “I thought I’d lost you” and “I’m here” and repeated it until they both finally believed it was really happening, and something inside her felt suddenly warm and whole.

She had seen her share of unfair endings in the last couple of days. Untold numbers of young, gifted, and truly good people had been taken long before their times. Countless others had lost the ones they held dearest, some forced to watch. The future of the universe looked rather bleak; half of her friends were trapped in some sort of afterlife in a rock that had started a war, and the rest were scattered across the cosmos. But she knew, in that moment, that it would not stay this way. They would find a way out of here, and they��d stop this and make everything right again. Mantis was surer of this than she had been of anything before. Optimistic, perhaps, she knew; but she felt this time that her instinct could not be proven wrong.

This, too, would pass.

It had to.

Commentary: my first posted fanfic and the lovely @marypoppinswasmyfatherbitches‘ favorite, I almost didn’t post this. I was deathly afraid of writing fanfiction for years and it took the trauma of IW to make me realize how many stories I had to tell, if I’d only allow myself. I was overly cautious when I wrote this, terrified of writing someone OOC or setting the story at an unrealistically fast pace, and I didn’t think it was much good, but I posted it anyway...and here I am. Some of the sweetest comments I’ve ever received were about this piece and though at time the progression of events is a bit ???, I think it was a decent start. “So Many Things Unknown” was where it all started, and though it’s not my favorite thing I’ve written, I’m proud that I was able to get it out there.

1. Take What I Took and Give It Back to You

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14986307

Short Summary: Mantis feels, 5+1 style. That is all.

Excerpt:

She can’t see it. Mantis has never been an influencer; she’s simply in the background, where she’s always assumed she is meant to be. But perhaps that – sensitivity, a sort of gentleness – is what she brings to the team that it lacked before, she concludes.

She is an empath, after all, and a powerful one. Most of her teammates possess the emotional intelligence of lumps of metal. Mantis thinks, liking the idea more than she admits, that maybe she’s helping to shape those metal lumps.

After all, hearts are malleable, she thinks. They don’t stay the same.

Sitting in the kitchen once again, staring into her beloved mug, chipped with four years of wear, Mantis smiles.

Commentary: and now for my all-time favorite. I rarely think well of my writing, but I was SO incredibly proud of this one. As an ex-homeschooler who grew up relatively isolated and still does not “understand the intricacies of social interaction,” I’ve always connected to Mantis more than any other Guardian; if I had to pick, she’d probably be my favorite character in the entire MCU canon. So I love writing her. It makes me feel as if I can get inside her head in a way I can’t with the other Guardians. In addition, the 5+1 format was a perfectly-suited framing device for the story I wanted to tell, and I’m pretty sure I exhausted a year’s worth of pretty lines on this story. I feel like I risk sounding arrogant, but when you genuinely love your own writing, you have to embrace it - that’s VERY rare. As soon as I saw that I’d been tagged for this, I knew that this would be the story I ranked as my favorite.

Thank you SO much for the tag, @disruptedvice! Tagging @bevioletskies and @marypoppinswasmyfatherbitches.

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mintypothos · 7 years

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Quiet - A Hamburr prompt

My entry for the Hamilton Summer fic exchange, written for @hambrr who asked for A) Hurt/comfort, and B)trans burr. Smut was optional which is good because I don’t write smut.

“Mister Burr sir!” Hamilton threw a hand up in greeting. “What are you doing tonight?” His smile was wide, eyes practically sparking with mischief. Hamilton was trying to be friendly. All Aaron could see was the grin of a shark.

“I’m going home.” Aaron said, refusing to rise to Hamilton’s bait- in the form of a riased eyebrow. Much had been said of Aaron’s apparent loner tendencies, none of it respectful.

Predictably, Hamilton’s smile turned to a superior smirk. Propping one hand against his hip, Hamilton gestured widely with the other. “You should chill with me! Have some fun for once!”

Aaron rolled his eyes. “I have plenty of fun at home. With my privacy. Thank you for the offer, though.”

It was a textbook response, playing a game of manners even while visibly making it clear he did not appreciate the mockery. Hamilton huffed and muttered out a fine, as he always did, and turned back. It had happened a good half dozen times before.

Only this time, Hamilton’s arm swung wide, accidentally smacking his hand against Aaron’s. Instantly, Aaron’s head flared, something almost painful but not quite.

--God, again-why do I keep tryi-it’s not like he hates me, rig-not asking for a date-but wouldn’t that be nice--

Then, blissful silence again. Aaron’s gaze shot down- Hamilton’s hand was drawn back, something almost sheepish on his face. “My bad,” He shrugged, turning sharply and walking away as if nothing had happened.

Aaron let out a long breath, one he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. The thoughts had been fast and flooding. They hadn’t been his.

Not thinking, Aaron moved, stepping quickly around the corner out of the backroom and almost bowling over Peggy, just starting their shift. The storefront partition lay ajar, door to the outside world just swinging closed. Hamilton had already left the coffeeshop, ever eager to get on with the next part of his life.

People only ever heard thoughts projected from their soulmate. Sometimes, multiple soulmates- but they were still soulmates. And those had definitely been Hamilton’s thoughts. Aaron paused for a moment, considering the revelation. Then, he packed his bag, walked to the bus stop, and went home, resolving not to think about it.

After all, he’d been unable to speak with his soulmate ever since falling out of that tree when he was nine. They couldn’t possibly want Aaron now, after mourning his apparent death and coming to terms with it- and being a happy, active, sociable person like Hamilton. No, Aaron would do what he was best at.

Aaron would keep his mouth shut.

A week came and went, and Aaron was fine. His eyes kept flicking to Hamilton, no matter what Aaron tried. Thankfully, Hamilton didn’t notice, always busy with customers here, and throwing extra cookies in the oven there. It was fine, it was manageable. Aaron was doing Hamilton a favour, really. Freedom to choose your own partner, and all that.

Another week went by. His gaze still kept finding its way to his energetic coworker. Hamilton had always been interesting to look at, even before he knew-suspected. Only now, Hamilton was staring back. He’d noticed, somehow, though Aaron was careful to be discreet. Aaron couldn’t help it, picturing what it would be like if Hamilton really was his soulmate-of course he was, what else could it be, but Aaron would damn well hide behind the astronomically low probability and self delusions if he wanted to.

It would be terrible, Aaron told himself. It wouldn’t be nice, it wouldn’t feel like he could actually share himself with somebody again.

“Hey, Burr!” Hamilton raised his chin, a familiar challenge, but he wasn’t quite smiling this time. His lips quirked up, but he looked more confused than confident. “Do you want to hang? I have the new Mario.” Hamilton even spoke more quietly, less explosive and more tentative.

Despite that, a refusal was on the tip of Aaron’s tongue. Then, he remembered his staring, his repetitive, circular thoughts. Maybe he could get it out of his system. “You know what, fine, sure.”

Hamilton snorted. “That sounds enthusiastic. You know you don’t have to, I’m not actually trying to pressure you.”

“Oh, no,” Guilt spiked in Aaron’s chest. “I didn’t mean it that way. I just-”, Aaron flailed for an excuse, “I just like Mario.”

Hamilton stared. Heat flooded Aaron’s face. “Really,” Hamilton said slowly. “Mario was what it took?” He let out a sharp huff, finally grinning- warm and amused. “Well, I’m not complaining. Let’s go!”

Hamilton’s apartment was small and cramped, thought Aaron suspected as much, given he worked 40 hours a week on minimum wage. He could probably only barely afford it, too- not that Aaron could relate; for all they worked the same job, Aaron’s inheritance guaranteed a comfortable house without mortgage, if on the practical, small side.

“-Aaron? You good?” Hamilton waved a hand in front of Aaron’s nose. Aaron flinched back, returning to the present. He couldn’t afford to be absent minded.

“Fine, fine! Sorry.” Aaron scratched his neck nervously. Sweat was already gathering on his forehead. He stretched, as subtly as he could.

“I was asking what your favourite Mario was, since you like them so much.”

Aaron froze again, caught in his lie. His binder itched, discomfort that was normally nearly unnoticeable but suddenly unbearable in his nervousness. “Ah, Sunshine,” Aaron blurted. “I liked the overworld.”

Hamilton paused, then grinned. Aaron had somehow passed. “I love Mario Sunshine! Delfina plaza is so colourful, and the way you can just move around is so nice. Like, the jet nozzle of couse, but also that thing where you spray the ground in front of you, then jump on your belly and just cruise...” Hamilton trailed off. “That watermelon level is bullshit, though.”

Aaron only had faint memories of the game. But somehow, he did remember that part. “Yeah, that was the worst.”

“Hah! A negative opinion. I knew I’d get one out of you yet.” Hamilton pumped his fist in victory. It was cute, Aaron pretended not to think. “Now come on, there’s a coop level with our name on it.”

Hamilton flopped on the couch- the only seat in the cramped living area- unless Aaron wanted to sit in the kitchen area of the room. He wasn’t that rude though, and so Aaron sat down, careful to make sure their skin did not touch.

He still didn’t quite know what had happened, but he was certain it was caused by Hamilton’s hand touching Aaron’s own. They’d never so much as shaken hands before, it had to be that. Cautiously, Aaron picked up the controller. If he could just get through this, get the Hamilton out of his system, then he could go back to his life. It was a good plan.

Hamilton started the game up immediately, cheerful music filling the room. Aaron was only passively interested in video games, but it was fun. Hamilton laughed with the successes, groaned at the losses, and made an inordinate amount of conversation inbetween.

It should have been annoying, but the commentary, the asides that were only tangentially related to the game, were actually fun. Aaron found himself responding back, never a lot, and never too loudly, but it was more than he’d spoken in one sitting in a long time.

“Ahh, for someone who likes Mario so much, you’re really bad at this!” Hamilton chuckled as Aaron let Mario fall down another gap. It was infectuous- Aaron couldn’t help but laugh too.

“You can enjoy things you aren’t the best in, you know.” Aaron joked, smirking at Hamilton’s immediate nose wrinkle.

“I feel you,” Hamilton agreed, “But I’m way too competitve for that. I guess that makes us a decent team, though.”

Aaron froze. “Uh, I didn’t mean that in a weird way,” Hamilton sputtered. “Sorry, sometimes I just say things awkwardly. I just meant we work out well like this, uh..”

They did work well together. In video games and in work- it was why they both covered the same shift, it may just be a coffee store but no one else worked so efficiently as a pair. Aaron was being an idiot. Soulmates didn’t mean they had to be together or anything, but it did mean something. He wouldn’t just ‘get over it’.

On the other hand, Hamilton was sure to hate him. It would be much safer to just wait for another time. If another time ever came.

“Hey, Hamilton?” Burr said, putting his controller down on the coffee table.

“You know you can call me Alex, but yea?”

Aaron reached over and grabbed Hamilton’s hand. “Um, wha-” Hamilton startled, and then stopped as if he was hearing something.

-Can you hear this?- Aaron sent out, tentatively.

-um- Aaron heard back. -ohmygodohmygod-is burr my soulmate-what the fuck i thought mysoulmate was dead- you fucking asshole what the fuck what the fuck-

Aaron grabbed his hand back. “I didn’t realize until recently”, he said, instead of explaining.

“Why didn’t you ever talk back? Why are you ignoring me no-” Hamilton cut himself off. “You need to touch hands, don’t you?”

Aaron nodded silently. Hamilton nodded, bouncing his leg in thought. “Of course! I touched your hand a couple weeks ago, and you’ve been werid since. Why do you need touch, though? I know I remembered talking to you when we were younger.”

That, Aaron didn’t have an explanation for. “I fell out of a tree when I was nine, got a bad concussion. We all thought it was a rare side effect, that I’d never be able to telecommunicate again.”

“Oh.” Hamilton said. Then, he swayed. “Ohhhh.” he fell against the couch. “Oh my god, you’re my soulmate.”

“Sorry,” Aaron said, not sure what else he should say. “If it makes you feel better, I felt very bad about likely making you think I was dead.”

Hamilton didn’t speak for a long moment, resting against the couch, leg shifting up and down furiously. “I never thought you were dead,” He said, finally. “I always hoped. Everyone else thought I was being stupid, though.”

“Sorry,” Aaron said again.

Hamilton’s eyes snapped open. “No! Don’t apologize!” He swung upright again, arms flailing. “You know what this means, right?!”

“Uh,” For the first time in a very long while, words failed Aaron.

“It means this!” With one swift motion, Hamilton’s hands darted forward, clasping Aaron’s.

-We can talk like this now! Like I’ve missed for so long! I have to work on not projecting everything like I’ve always done though-

-I suppose so- Aaron replied hesitantly, not sure what to do. This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.

Hamilton smiled brightly, as if Aaron’s single telecommunicated sentence meant the world to him. -We should practice more!- He projected. -Maybe go out sometime, since I finally found you and all-unless you don’t- I mean- if you want to you don’t have to-dammit im word vomiting- forget i said-thought-anything oh my god-

-yes- Aaron cut off the torrent of thought. -I’d like that. Really.-

Hamilton’s smile was wide. The grin of a soulmate. Aaron smiled back.

#fic #hamburr #i put the italics back in bc ao3 ate them and i didnt really have the time to look back and fix it #oops #i feel better putting this on tumblr too so here it is

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