#nothing bad can reach them when they're safely tucked in and asleep

[canisalbus]

Each drawing of them sleeping peacefully together fill me with a strange melancholy. The way Machete buries his head into Vasco says so much more about his love than his words, breaking down his icy sheild. It makes me mad at the world they live in for inevitably tearing them apart (even though it's YOU that's doing it!). Ahhh I just want them to be happy. Thank you.

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[akakeiiji]

HI!~ SAGE!~ Can I have a scenario with Ushijima, Bokuto and Tsukishima? Their S/O is usually really shy so they have a hard time expressing their feelings? And one day they fall alseep on top of them? In the morning they confess its because the boys make them feel safe and they're comfortable around them? - 🌼

— Haikyuu boys' reaction to their S/O falling asleep on top of them

↳ a/n — I think I would probably be able to die happy if I were in this situation 🥺🥺 ALSO FALLING ASLEEP ON BOKUTO SEEMS LIKE HEAVEN, HE WOULD BE SO WARM AND WEFBERGHRBEGE I CANNOT

↳ includes — Ushijima Wakatoshi, Bokuto Koutarou, Tsukushima Kei

— Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima knew you were asleep the moment you dozed off because he wasn't paying attention to the movie playing on the television at all. Why would he when you were a much more interesting sight to behold than the random rom-com you two were watching?

You seemed so invested in the story, gasping and giggling at certain parts, and your boyfriend couldn't help but smile at your little reactions. Over time, he noticed you slowly leaning more into him as you struggled to keep your eyes open. He didn't say anything though and simply watched you droop your head down on his chest, now fast asleep.

To say that he turned into a statue would be the best way to describe his reaction. He remained still, choosing not to move so much as an inch as you curled into him. He didn't budge, not even when his leg started to go numb from the uncomfortable position he was in, or when he suddenly had the urge to pee. However, he wasn't bothered by this, he was purely content in that position, smiling down at you as he gently caressed the top of your head.

When you began to stir after about half an hour—much to his disappointment—the way you blinked up at him groggily was enough to fill his weekly supply of serotonin.

"Sorry, Toshi. I didn't mean to fall asleep," You said through a yawn, stretching your arms up lazily. You turned to him and went back to your earlier position, nuzzling into his chest, "I just feel so safe with you, I guess I can't help it."

The corner of Ushijima's lips twitched upwards as he placed a loving kiss on the top of your head, "You don't have to apologize, (Y/N). I'm glad to know you feel that way."

— Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto's laughs and little gasps filled the room as his round, golden eyes remained transfixed on the action movie playing on the screen. It was another blockbuster that just came out and your boyfriend was so excited to see it but as much as you wanted to stay up and watch with him, your exhaustion got the better of you and you found yourself dozing off on his chest.

Others would have jolted awake the moment Bokuto would let out a hearty laugh or yell in shock at a certain scene but you on the other hand were a special case, more than used to his boisterous self. So much so that you could sleep in peace through it, over time you supposed that it's become comforting and not bothersome at all.

A particularly cool fight scene had just ended, one that had Bokuto practically shaking in his seat, "Hey, hey, (Y/N), wasn't that guy so cool the way he—(Y/N)? Are you sleeping?" He went from half-yelling to whispering in a split second, tilting his head forward to get a better look at your face, confirming that you were in fact fast asleep.

His heart swelled at the sight of you, you just looked so adorable like this. He felt even giddier upon thinking of how difficult you found it sometimes to express yourself and be vulnerable like this and that you were comfortable enough to fall asleep with him by your side.

"Okay, goodnight, babe." He said in a whisper, pressing a kiss on your forehead and turning back to the movie, a small smile on his face as he lowered the volume down for you, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder.

— Tsukishima Kei

You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but what you didn't love was how he always insists on watching dinosaur documentaries every time you two stay in to watch movies. But how could you say no to him when he gets so excited when watching them? Always pointing certain things out to you and explaining why he thought they were so special with a childlike glint in his eyes.

So you endured and always agree to watch them with him, they weren't that bad, some were actually pretty interesting but tonight the low, calming voice of the narrator was doing nothing but lull you to sleep against your will. As the dinosaur, whatever its name was, caught its prey, your head fell down against Tsukishima's shoulder, your eyelids fluttering shut.

Of course, the blonde didn't notice, only silently shifting in his seat to accommodate your head on his shoulder and make you both comfortable but his eyes never left the television screen.

Minutes went by, and when a particularly ugly-looking creature was introduced by the narrator, Tsukishima chuckled and pointed at it, "Hey, it looks like you."

He awaited your response, a witty quip or a light smack to his chest but nothing came. He looked down, an eyebrow raised to find you fast asleep, clutching tightly onto his arm. He froze, stiffening in his seat as you shuffled closer to him, nuzzling yourself on him as you shifted into a more comfortable position.

He scoffed, trying to feign indifference as if you were watching and could bear witness to the slight tinge of pink rising on his cheeks. He tried to keep focusing on the documentary but his eyes kept darting back to your slumbering figure, a small uncharacteristic smile now on his face. He reached over to the seat next to him and grabbed the throw blanket on it, draping it over you.

"Idiot." He said as he tucked you in, shaking his head at you.

[heresathreebee]

The One Where She Got A Dog

Yelena Belova X Reader

Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2

Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic

AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.

Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio.  She laughed when you said you were too. 

Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer. 

"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica. 

"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked. 

You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?" 

"There." She points at the screen. 

"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?" 

Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest). 

She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question. 

"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean." 

You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas." 

You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here. 

"No timer?," she asked. 

"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart." 

Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?" 

"Something like that." 

The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better. 

But she can't know. 

"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze. 

Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…

There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her. 

But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you. 

"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…" 

Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but… 

"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that." 

Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair." 

You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo" 

"What was that?" 

You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…" 

Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too." 

The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before. 

"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?" 

"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier–  looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too." 

Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?" 

You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them." 

As you finished your sentence you reached for the door,  but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over. 

The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart. 

"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her–  that is how eerily quiet it is. 

Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then." 

Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?" 

"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here–  just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too." 

Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!" 

Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch." 

Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them." 

They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.  

"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective." 

Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light. 

Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip. 

"So cute…" 

You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence. 

"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice." 

You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry." 

You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually." 

The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair. 

"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup. 

"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…" 

You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house. 

"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.  

Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down. 

You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?" 

Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was." 

The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes. 

You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?" 

"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…" 

"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything." 

~

Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep. 

You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home. 

The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before. 

"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place. 

[dapandapod]

For the hug prompts: 9, 13, 27, 40.

They're all amazing prompts and I narrowed it down to those four with a lot of effort, lol.

The hug that feels like home is my favourite though. A

s someone who (because of covid) will see their mum for the first time in 18 months tomorrow evening, where she can visit me, but I still can't go home, that hug is going to feel like home ❤ (sorry I didn't mean to get all rambly)

Hello love! It is my honor to recieve these chosen four, and uh. Sorry my brain went and made it a wee bit angsty.... Hope you like it! Because I tried to get all of them!!

9, the hug that feels like home 13 the hug to hide your tears 27, the hug you didn’t know you needed 40 post-nightmare hug

Pairing: Lambden

Warnings: Near death experience, possibly ptsd, mention of past torture and scars? I tried to make it soft, but there is a lot of sad in there

This is Aiden returning to Lambert after presumed being dead. Enjoy!

Send me a hug prompt?

On Ao3! Hug collection here

Aiden wakes up with a start, his breath coming fast, heart trying to beat its way out of his chest.

He can still feel it. The cold breath of death on his neck, the numbness in his limbs. The pain where the arrows had hit home, where his shoulder still aches long after healing.

Time has passed since then, but no time can distance him from the memories. It doesn’t matter how far he runs, every night he feels it, every night he wakes up, body forcing itself upright in it’s panic to stay alive.

The room is empty. Both his swords lie at the side of his bed and downstairs the cooks of the inn are waking up and preparing for the day. He is all alone, but as tears prickle his eyes he feels the need to hide.

Sitting up and leaning against the wall, Aiden hides his face against his legs. Sobs tear through him, and he clenches his teeth to muffle the sound, hugging his thighs tightly. The fear just won’t let him go.

It takes him the better part of an hour to calm down, and then he resigns himself to his morning routines. It is no miracle he is alive, it was painstaking work. His muscles need to be reminded of that work, how to give when he stretches and bends.

He is fine.

He is alive.

It is enough.

The path leads ahead, and where he would usually stroll with no care in the world, he is hesitant to go now. He isn’t sure Lambert still wants him around.

They didn’t part on the best terms, and then That happened.

This is Lambert's territory. No cats allowed.

But the only decent inn around here, The Peddler, is that one inn where Aiden and Lambert usually met up after a long time apart. And with Aiden’s body still in the shape it is, he can’t afford to sleep too often on the ground anymore.

It will be fine. Lambert will never know, he will just be there over the night. No harm done.

Turns out, it isn’t fine.

When Aiden enters the dimly lit inn, Lambert is already there. His eyes go wide when they lock onto the cat witcher, and Aiden suddenly finds it really hard to breathe. He stands in the doorway, indecision plaguing him. He could just turn around, leave, ride far away from here and pretend nothing happened. Or, he could listen to his body, not give a shit about Lambert, rent a room and get the fuck out of sight.

Both are tempting options.

The decision gets made for him however when Lambert stands up, chair scraping against the floor.

Fuck. He can’t stay. Not with what they had yelled at each other last time. Not when those burning eyes radiate anger and betrayal.

Aiden turns around and steps back out into the falling darkness. He shouldn’t have come here.

He makes it as far as the stables when Lambert catches up to him. Aiden hears him coming, but he doesn’t… do anything about it. Something small inside him whispers that maybe he wanted Lambert to find him. That he missed him.

That thought hurts more than any arrows, any torture, any nightmares.

With a hand on his shoulder he is turned around, shoved against one of the wooden beams.

“What the fuck, Aiden!” Lambert hisses. “I thought you were dead.”

“Well, I’m clearly not.” Aiden retorts.

It’s been a while. Years, if he was being honest. Lambert's hand on Aiden’s bad shoulder tightens and he can’t help but wince. The other witcher notices, frowning and gentling his grip.

“Where have you been? Have you been avoiding me all this time?”

Always straight to the point, Lambert.

“For a while.” Aiden admits, no point lying about it.

Lambert keeps staring at him so Aiden has to look away. His heart is aching just looking at the wolf again.

“And the rest of it?” Lambert insists. “Kitten, your eye--”

“Please.” Aiden interrupts him. He knows what he looks like now. “Not here.”

Lambert looks at him for a moment, and then he sighs.

“I am not letting you run away again.” Lambert mutters, catching his wrist instead when Aiden tries to shrug him off.

Whatever travel companion Lambert had found, they are ignored now. Lambert leads Aiden up a set of rickety stairs and down a familiar hall. They usually rent the double room down the hall, but Lambert had no reason to this time. Instead they walk to the room right across, Lambert pushing him inside with a hand on his lower back.

There is only one bed in here, crammed in with a small writing desk filled with Lamberts projects. Half of them being bombs and somewhat dangerous experiments to let lying around unguarded.

The room looks well lived in, actually. Clothes are thrown haphazardly over the only chair and a few plates are stacked on top of the chest by the foot of the bed.

“Been living here for long?” Aiden asks. “Not like you.”

Lambert doesn’t even reply, just turns to face Aiden. It is a little bit intimidating, having someone stare at him so intently, seeing him.

Slowly he reaches out, giving Aiden plenty of time to back out of reach. Aiden can’t move, can’t think.

Lambert’s thumb reaches out and traces one of the new scars on his cheek. Aiden closes his eyes, and then Lambert’s arms are around him crushing him.

It’s been such a long time since someone hugged him. Touched him, really, without setting a bone or sowing a wound. It startles him, how much he needed it.

And more than that, it is Lambert’s arms around him. Aiden never could say what Lambert was to him, prickly asshole as he is, but this feels right.

Safe.

It takes him a moment to realize Lambert isn’t letting him go, and Aiden finally gives in and wraps his arms around Lambert’s neck. For a long while, they just stand there, breathing each other in, enjoying the warmth, the closeness. It is like a piece of himself has been missing, and it took Lambert to hold him to feel whole again. His throat feels tight, and he pushes back. Aiden is not going to cry here.

“What happened to you?” Lambert whispers, again reaching for Aiden, again letting his thumb drag against his cheek. “I thought you… I avenged you.”

Aiden will not cry. He will not.

“Thank you.” he whispers back. “They almost had me.”

They talk very little that night. The shock of being in each other's company again puts all old disagreements on hold. Lambert doesn’t ask, but when it is time for sleep Aiden feels his eyes on his back as he removes his tunic.

“You take the bed.” He grunts, grabbing Aidens bedroll and throwing it out on the floor. No comments or pity. Again Aiden swallows around the tightness in his throat, and he falls asleep faster than he has in a long time.

It doesn’t take long for the nightmares to return. Cold breath against his neck, the strain on his muscles as the chains keep him upright, the edge of the knife pushing into his skin.

Once again he startles awake, sitting upright and gulping for air, ghost sensations of the dream crawling and clawing in the back of his mind.

Breathing is hard, and he focuses on that for a while. But this time, Aiden isn’t alone. He can hear shuffling from the floor, feel the mattress dip, and then Lambert’s warm body leaning against him. Aiden turns into him, accepting the comfort he is offering.

Whatever it is they had, whatever this is, Aiden breathes easier with Lambert near him. Lambert’s hand rub against Aiden’s bare back, pulling him closer. He tucks Aiden under his chin, cupping his neck, and all the tension in Aidens body gives out at the same time.

“It’s alright, kittycat. I got you. You are safe.”

You are home.

Lambert doesn’t say it but suddenly it is clear in Aiden’s mind. He is home. The walls don’t matter, nor the town. As long as Lambert is there to catch him when he falls, Aiden knows he is safe. How this madman, this absolute imbecil pushed himself inside Aiden’s heart is forever going to be a mystery.

As is his habit, Aiden doesn’tsleep more that night. But he allows himself to be held, to breathe in the stink of sweat and chemicals and something else that Lambert must have rolled in earlier in the day. He allows himself to feel, to remember, to talk.

Lambert listens all the while.

Their old fight is still there, but in the far back. They will talk about that too, eventually. For now, all that matters is the sun slowly climbing in the sky, Lambert’s thumb tracing back and forth behind his ear, and Aiden being allowed to lean on him, pressing his nose into his neck.

If Aiden felt a kiss against his hair, he won't mention it. If Aiden pressed a barely there kiss into his collarbone, Lambert didn’t mention it either.

For now, there is just peace, safety and home.

[ladykatakuri]

Layers

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader

Word Count: 2221

Warnings: Just fluffy and a kiss! Wrecker is not just the hug-a-bear we all love, he is more !

Song Lyrics: Faith of the Heart performed by : Russel Watson

Summary: People always judge you by your so-called defects, but Wreck…” Carefully you place a finger under his chin and lift it. “You are a man with so many layers to discover. Beside your sweet and gentle nature, your love of explosions and bets with Cross on who can destroy the most clankers and your deep affection for your family, there is so much more.

So a Wrecker one shot i made. I think there is far more to the man then has been shown until now and i hope that we will get to see more in depth about all of our sweet Batch in season 2 ( and yes I mean all of them when i say Batch! Crosshair included! )

The Havoc Marauder always seemed as a small home to you all. There was enough space to sit and relax, sleep after a mission or work while underway to whatever planet it was the lot of you would go to, to earn some credits. It was a home away from home, even though you also had a new home base on Ord Mantel. The Marauder was that bit more special because it was the last part of home that the guys had left after defecting from the Empire. Today it seemed to be a refuge for one of the guys and you were glad it was parked on Ord Mantel. Now at the very least, you could spend some time with him, without having to worry that one of the others would walk in on the two of you, without having to worry that he would shut you out again.

“Wrecker….” You walk up to the man currently sitting with his back against the wall of the Marauder. It took you a minute to realise he had taken refuge in the hull and you would not let him get away with withdrawing himself from you again.

“Wrecker, you know you can talk to me right? If not me, then you should find someone to talk to. Please Wreck, don't shut me out.” You slide down next to him on the floor and put a hand on his arm.

When he turns his head to you, you see his watery smile. As much as he is always the cheery and positive man around his family, he now seems to have withdrawn from it all to suffer alone. “I… I don't know where to even start Mini.”

Mini, the name he has given you when you first met and it never left. It became his sweet nickname for you, knowing that you never felt secure about yourself. You had always been well aware you were more weighty then most of the women crowding around the troopers at 79s and all the women flocking towards the men of the Bad Batch whenever they showed up in a bar. The clones who were the majority of the visitors to 79s never looked at you as someone different because of looks though and Wrecker and his brothers were very quick to point out how sweet they found you and how special you had become to them when you joined their little family. To Wrecker you were the most beautiful person in the galaxy as well. He named you Mini, because compared to him, almost everyone was small and you were no different in that. Softly patting his arm you tell him to start where he wants to start.

It's been a long road

Getting from there to here

It's been a long time

But my time is finally near

“I guess, I just wonder where it all will end, or when it all will end. Omega is still just a kid ya know? She is growing up fast, but she is supposed to be a kid. She should be playing with other kids and having fun, bringing home stray animals as pets and kiss a special someone…. Well not kiss, that would not be alright with me and the guys, but when she is older…. But she is learning how to fight and kill now and she is a fugitive with us. It ain't right.” He almost shouts out the words, as if it was blocking his every thought and had to be thrown out there. “I know it wouldn't be much of a life on Kamino for her and all, but still… Is this the right thing to do for her? To keep her with us where she is always in danger?”

You know it is a sentiment that all of the men have had at one point, but Wrecker who bonded strongly with the young girl, as the older brother, felt strongly protective of his little sibling and feared greatly for her safety. With what you hoped to be a reassuring smile you look at him. “Wreck, I know you worry. But this is also Omega`s choice. You all wanted to give her a chance at a more normal life with Cut and Suu. She chose to be with you and live her life with you. You are her family and family is all that matters to her and to you.”

For the first time he grins. “Yeah, she is stubborn ey? Guess she has that in common with us.” Reaching to his side, he grabs a bag of his favorite snack, most times shared with the young girl after a mission. “Want some Mantel Mix too? “ He offers you the bag and you grab a handful of the mix. Popping some in his mouth he chews while staring at the wall opposing you. “Remember how we first got to talk? It was in the hull of the Marauder as well.”

And I can feel the change in the wind right now

Nothings in my way

And they're not gonna hold me down no more

No they're not gonna hold me down

No they're not gonna hold me down

You had been travelling with the guys for a while now, getting used to the day to day business and to being somewhat of a sister figure to Omega. You were no warrior, no clone and no mechanic or medic. You were just the person who was easy in making connections with people when you decided to give it a real try and you knew how to prepare meals from whatever was lying around that was edible. And even more important, you befriended the Bad Batch and covered for them when it was first announced they had defected from the Empire. Knowing how close you had grown to the men, you were under investigation and the guys quickly decided to get you away from the Empire's clutches as fast as they could.

Each of the Batch had grown rather attached to you and Omega clung to you, especially when it came to doing the girly stuff. You enjoyed it immensely but it was Wrecker who surprised you the most. The man had always been considered a simple person that loved explosions and fighting and having his sweet snacks. He could party like the best of them and that was all there was to him. Boy, did he surprise you when you walked in on him one night.

You had been on the way to some remote planet in the Outer Rim. The possibility of finding an ally or foe was small and you needed supplies. Tech and Echo were in the cockpit as usual while Crosshair and Hunter were sound asleep. Omega shared her private sleeping space with you and after a long talk and reading a fantasy story she finally fell asleep. Lula was tucked snugly in with her after which you softly stepped down a ladder and moved to grab something to drink. You stumbled in on Wrecker, concentrated on something on a pad and not hearing you enter the hull. “What ya doing Wreck?” Carefully moving around a crate, you stand beside him and look down.

“Y/N ! You surprised me!.” He quickly puts the pad beside him and looks up to where you stand. I was, well… I was reading something.” He scratches his neck and a slight blush creeps up on his cheeks as he looks at you.

Tilting your head you slide down beside him. “What are you reading?”

For a moment he seems to be debating whether or not he should let you know. Then, he grabs the pad and hands it over to you. When you look at the text displayed you look up. “Wreck, I didn`t know you were interested in this.”

He shyly smiles at you as he takes the pad back. “I like to read about things… Do you know about this man? Asimov? He is really smart. I thought maybe… There is something we can use from what he writes when we face clankers and all.” The sincerity in his voice surprises you a bit.

“I won't say I understand everything this man writes, but it is very interesting. Honestly, I prefer reading different kinds of stories. Romantic novels, historic stories or thrillers and all that. Biographies can be very interesting too and sometimes it can still teach us still I guess.”

Wrecker nods at your every word and a smile beams at you. “You love reading too! Why didn't you tell me? We could share favorites and talk about them if you want? I mean, if that's something you'd like?”

From that moment on, the two of you would share time together whenever you could to talk about the latest story you discovered, about the things either of you did not understand and the other could explain or just reading the same book. More than once it happened that the others would walk in on the two of you, you with your head against him, him with his head in your lap or the other way around, just enjoying the stories you were reading or discussing the stories. Those moments were also the start of Wrecker opening up even more to you about the past and sometimes about his deepest feelings and fears.

Cause I've got faith of the heart

I'm going where my heart will take me

I've got faith to believe

I can do anything

I've got strength of the soul

And no one's gonna bend or break me

I can reach any star

I've got faith

I've got faith

Faith of the heart

Now right here in the present, you realise that the man you came to love for his love of life and his hidden, deeper layers of personality is severely struggling with everything that has happened up until now. And he needed to work through it, alone and with you. Carefully you lay your head against him. “What else is wrong Wreck? I know it is not only Omega you worry about. You always shut people out when things bother you and you retreat to wherever you can go to vent.”

Wrecker inhales deeply and shifts to wrap his arm around you. “You know Mini, there is so much that happened. Omega is young and a fugitive with us, my chip activated and I almost killed them! Crosshair…. well you know his chip also activated and we lost him for a little while. I`m just happy we got him back again, but he has a lot to work through and he still blames us sometimes. And you….. Mini, you are not safe with us either. They will hurt you if they ever get you. I don't want you to get hurt Mini. I mean, we all have been injured on jobs and stuff, but you and Omega? I would die if something happened to either of you!”

You can hear his heart race as he speaks and feel his body shudder at the thought of you and Omega getting hurt somehow. But, you let him vent every bit of emotion, every bit of anger and fear he has deep inside of himself. He finally decided to open up and let this out. He decided to let you be the one to hear every thought and every struggle he has been fighting with on his own. To so many people he appeared to be a simple man, but you knew better. You knew all too well how many layers there were to this gentle giant.

Pulling away from his body you sit up on your knees in front of him. “Wrecker. You are the most gentle man I have met. You care so deeply for your own and you would sacrifice all that you have and all that you are to ensure their safety. People always judge you by your so-called defects, but Wreck…” Carefully you place a finger under his chin and lift it. “You are a man with so many layers to discover. Beside your sweet and gentle nature, your love of explosions and bets with Cross on who can destroy the most clankers and your deep affection for your family, there is so much more. You are smart, Wrecker. You have an intelligence that defies the understanding of those who always considered you only by your CT number and purpose. And Wreck? You are also the only man I truly, deeply, love.” You place a gentle kiss on his lips as you look him in the eyes.

As you pull back from him, a grin forms around his lips. Without any warning he embraces you and then stands up and slings you over his shoulder. With a high pitched yelp from you, he walks out of the Marauder and into the streets of Ord Mantel. “Time to treat you to some proper dinner, my sweet Mini!”

Before he lowers you back to your feet, he kisses you with a smile.

Out in the back, a man grins and turns around. You only see a glimpse of a red bandana, as Wrecker walks off with his arm wrapped tightly around you. Your Wrecker, a man of deep devotion and many layers to him.

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Hi, sorry to bother you, but I just finished your fic “compass to my soul” and i loved it, so I just wanted to know if you were thinking of doing a sequel or the same history from Harry’s POV, it’s just that I would have love to see them apologizing to him specially Niall, after how they treated him and I would like to read more about the after. Thanks for writing lovely things <3.

Eyyyyyy thank you!

I would love to write a sequel or timestamp of some kind based around that! I truly don't know if I'll ever have time, especially since I'm just chronically bad at sequels, but here's a bit that I wrote before, of messy boys being a messy pack together.

And here's something else, maybe;

When Louis sleeps, Harry doesn't.

Louis doesn't always like to sleep in the pack bed at the back of the bus. Harry can tell, he can see the way Louis hesitates sometimes. Like it's still not his place, like it's someone else's home.

On nights when Louis seems to be battling something, when he's quieter than normal and more tired than normal, Harry lets him lead the two of them to his old bunk.

Every single time it happens, Harry's heart breaks.

Louis will jump up onto his mattress and push blankets and clothes aside, making room for Harry as Harry ungracefully scrambles in after him. Harry's not a huge fan of the small space, knows his back won't thank him for it in the morning, but this isn't about him.

So he crowds Louis in, wrapping limbs around him and bracketing him against the wall as if he's putting Louis away in a treasure box, secure and safe, in the only way he knows how.

Louis falls asleep in time, his face under Harry's chin, their legs tangled together. His breathing evens out into warm little puffs against Harry's collarbone, and his tense muscles start to relax.

Harry doesn't sleep.

Because on those nights, he stares at the wall. The photographs that are still up, even though Harry's offered to put them on the fridge or string them across the wall like in pinterest photos. Louis declines him every time.

At first, when this started, Harry used to look at them and feel hurt and jealousy in his stomach, because they're all of family and friends back home. They're not of the pack, like his inner alpha so desperately wants them to be. Louis is pack, he should have pack photos too.

Then of course, it had hit him like a bolt of lightning. The photo that Louis had that meltdown over, the one that Harry had found tucked next to the mattress and figured at the time that it had been discarded and forgotten. He had used it as a bookmark in one of Louis' books the first time they cuddled in this bunk, when Harry couldn't sleep and just thought he was there to help Louis.

(Well, that wasn't exactly what he thought -- but his hopes had been buried deep and purposefully ignored).

The photograph had still been there, when he reached over Louis' sleeping form and felt next to the mattress. So much more faded, folded, loved, hidden.

That's why Harry can't sleep.

Because being in Louis' bunk is being filled with reminders of how terrible things had been. How Louis had suffered, alone, and constructed an existence where all he was doing was trying to survive.

Harry can't sleep in the bunk, not with the way he drowns in guilt, trying not to wake Louis but also to hold him all that much tighter, to make up for those years, even though it truly doesn't change anything. He can't make up for anything like this.

"Hey..."

Harry realises that this time, lost in his thoughts, he's been hugging Louis too tightly, squeezing him like a stuffed animal. "Sorry," he whispers, loosening his grip. "Go back to sleep."

Louis pushes back from him (not like there's much room for that in this confined space), far enough to look up and make eye contact. "Whoa," he says. "You're crying. What's-- what's wrong?"

Harry sniffs. He had been sort of hoping Louis wouldn't notice that part. "It's nothing," he says. "Just being that crybaby the fans know me as."

"Shut up," Louis chides, reaching up and smoothing Harry's curls again. "Try again, because I don't believe you."

Harry's breath catches in his throat and he averts his gaze. "I just," he stammers. "I can't apologise to you in a way that counts."

"What are you talking about?" Louis asks. "Is this because you ate off my plate today when I was in the toilets? Because it was really obvious when half my chips were gone."

"No, it wasn't--" Harry growls. "I'm talking about all of this," he waves halfheartedly to the wall behind them. "I can't apologise for years of neglect! I will never be good enough to erase all of that from your memory. Your life was ruined because of us."

Louis snorts. "I don't give a fuck," he says.

"What?" Harry asks, alarmed.

"Harry," Louis says. "I'm not a good person."

"What?" Harry asks again, more alarmed.

"I wished for Simon's death every day," Louis says. "I still do, actually, I just don't think about it as much. I hate that man."

"Get in line," Harry mutters.

Louis flicks him in the nose. Harry reels back and hits his head against the corner of the bunk.

"No, I'm first in line," Louis says. "That's the thing. I hate him. I hate him for all those years of sadness. I don't know if it's what I should be doing, but I don't care. I'm putting all of that on his shoulders only. I'm not going to hold it against you." He glares at Harry. "It fucking sucked," he says. "It still sucks, sometimes. But if I have any agency over what happened, it's my choice to blame who I want. And I'll hold that grudge for forever."

"Okay," Harry says, wrapping his arms back around Louis. "Can I still try to apologise, though? To make it up to you?"

Louis thinks. "You can make up for lost time," he says, finally. "We missed things. I missed things. I don't need an apology, but I need you to hold my hand and tell me I'm going to be okay when I get real fucked up." He yawns. "I just need my pack and my alpha. I'll figure out the rest later."

Harry nods. It doesn't feel satisfactory. He feels like he's in Louis' debt, like he needs to redeem himself.

But he strokes Louis' back until he drifts off to sleep again, and he accepts that he has a lifetime to figure it out.

And he will figure it out eventually.

He doesn't sleep when Louis does, when they share his little bunk full of memories. But he keeps watch. Against bad dreams, against bad thoughts, against his own fears that this won't work out.

And when the morning comes, Louis is still there in his arms.

Which is all he can ask for.

[undersummerskyy]

Hey! I love what/how you write! So here is one: After USO, Beca and Chloe are separated by distance (you can choose if they are together or not) and they try really hard to get together during the year, but every time that they manage, they just fall asleep together 'cause they're so tired (obs they can't sleep without each other so they haven't been sleeping well for long periods of time). Basically, fluffy-tired-fustrated Bechloe until one of them just decides to move.

This was fun to write, although it took me a while haha. I tried to stay as close to the original prompt as I could, but some things are a bit different. I still hope you enjoy! 

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Yesterday it was 5 hours.

Today and tomorrow are 6.

The day after it will be 4 hours.

She can do 4. 

Beca’s been traveling around the country, on a tour with DJ Khaled. They started their tour only two months after the end of the USO tour, and it’s been crazy ever since. They barely had enough time to come up with new and original content. But they did it. Days and weeks without sleep paid of and Beca was proud of the material they had come up with. She was proud to present it to the rest of the world. No matter how scary. In some songs she sang, in other, she was just the producer. It worked.

She figured that once they would get on the road she would be so exhausted that all she would (or well.. could) do at nights was sleep.

Sadly though, the opposite had been true.

Because Beca didn’t sleep. She never slept.

That was, until she had decided to FaceTime Chloe one night.

“Becs?” Chloe had answered, blinking hard and then squinting her eyes at the harsh light of her phone. “Is everything okay?” Her voice sounded hoarse and low.

“Yeah. I’m okay. Are you alone?” She wasn’t sure what the deal with Chloe and Chicago was, but she did know that she didn’t want to do this if he was there.

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

She shrugged, not quite sure if Chloe could tell from the angle. “I can’t sleep.”

Chloe rolled over on her side, then put her phone up against something on the pillow next to her, and for a second it felt like she was really there. She mimicked Chloe’s position, putting her own phone up on the other pillow as well, then tucking her hands under her face and smiling softly at the redhead.

“I miss you.” Chloe said.

“I miss you too.” She responded honestly. Maybe she wouldn’t have admitted it if she wasn’t so tired, but there was no stopping her now.

“Do you want to talk?” The redhead then asked, before yawning.

A part of her did, because they hadn’t really talked much over the last two months, hadn’t had the time to, and she wondered what was going on with vet school, the Bellas, their apartment.. and Chicago. She wanted to tell Chloe all about her new music and her first ‘fans’ and everything that was happening. But she was also tired, so tired. She hadn’t felt this comfortable and safe in a bed ever since she left New York.

“Not right now.” Beca answered instead, letting her eyes fall closed. “Can you stay for a little while?”

Chloe smiled. “Of course. I’ll wait until you’ve fallen asleep.”

And Chloe didn’t have to wait long, because not five minutes later, Beca Mitchell had fallen into a deep sleep for the first time in two months, a small smile still on her face while she dreamed of her best friend, the woman who she loved most in the world.

After that, their FaceTime goodnight sessions became more frequent. They didn’t always have the time for it, with Chloe’s busy schedule and timezones. Beca was usually up late, working on music or still performing, and sometimes Chloe was already asleep. She felt bad for waking up the other woman just so she could see her, but she also knew that Chloe would get mad at her if she missed three nights of sleep just because Beca didn’t want to bother her.

But sometimes she fought her sleep, wanting to keep staring at Chloe, keep listening to her voice. She wanted to reach out and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, cuddle into her like they’d done in New York when it was cold and they didn’t have heating. But she couldn’t do that.

Then, 4 months into the tour and 6 months since they had last seen each other, an opportunity presented itself.

Beca was performing in Philadelphia.

Philadelphia was only a two-hour drive away from their small apartment in Brooklyn.

And she still had a key.

After her performance ended that night, at 9:30pm, she made a rash decision and got in her car. She had her suitcase packed and with her, even though she knew she wasn’t in that much of a rush. Her plane wasn’t leaving until 2 in the afternoon tomorrow, giving her plenty of time to sleep in and get back to Philadelphia.

She’d texted Amy, who confirmed that Chloe was indeed home tonight, and she also said that she would make sure the two of them could have the apartment to themselves, as long as she promised they could all go out for breakfast together the next day. Which was an easy promise to make, of course.

So finally, exhausted and anxious and tired, she climbed the stairs of her old apartment building and turned the lock at precisely 12:00am and entered the dark apartment. She’d forgotten how small it was, surprised when she bumped into their - or well.. now just Chloe’s - bed. She looked down, the light of the streets of New York illuminating the bed and Chloe just right, making her look even more beautiful than she normally already looked. Or maybe it was the fact that Beca hadn’t seen her in such a long time.

She knew now. She knew that she wasn’t together with Chicago. And she knew that Chloe liked her. It was weird, finding out about that when she wasn’t actually there to do something or say something. They’d been face-timing when Chloe had suddenly revealed her feeling to her, after Beca kept pushing her to tell her why it hadn’t worked out with Chicago.

Finally, the redhead had just yelled: “Because I’m in love with you, you idiot.”

That had shut her up for sure.

Beca had just stared at her for a little bit, trying to come up with a good answer. She knew what she felt, she was certain of it and she’d been trying to find a way to tell Chloe for a while now. But, just when she was about to respond, the redhead had interrupted her.

“Chloe I-“

“I know. But not right now. It’s too much.”

She’d understood. It was too much. They weren’t in the same place, and Chloe’s relationship had just ended. She needed to focus on school.

The timing couldn’t be worse.

Still, she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and finally tucking that stray strand of hair behind Chloe’s ear, like she’d been wanting to do for the last couple of months, her finger lingering longer than necessary.

She quickly undressed herself and changed into an old Bella shirt that she still had at her old apartment before slipping under the covers to face Chloe, who was still breathing deeply and calmly.

“Chlo.” She said, reaching out to stroke soft patterns on the woman’s hand that was laying on top off the covers.

“Chloe.” Beca tried again, a little louder this time.

It finally worked. Chloe stirred in her sleep.

“Becs, did I forget to turn my phone off again?” She asked, still not opening her eyes. 


Beca smiled, but didn’t say anything. She couldn’t believe Chloe still didn’t realize this was actually happening.

The redhead started patting the pillow where Beca was currently laying, clearly looking for her phone, until her hand suddenly found Beca’s, making her squeal and almost fall out of the bed.

“What the-“

“Chloe, it’s me.” Beca said, reaching out for the other woman.

Chloe’s eyes widened instantly. “What are you doing here?”

Before Beca even had time to answer, the redhead wrapped her arms tightly around her, hugging her like she hadn’t seen her in years. Although, Beca had to admit, that’s what it felt like.

“I was in Philadelphia today.” Beca explained, her arms still wound tightly around the other girl’s neck.

“So you-“

“I drove her after my performance. I just- I had to see you.”

Chloe pulled back then, Beca now noticing the tears on her face. She reached out and wiped them away, making Chloe smile softly at her.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, Chlo.”

The redhead nodded and smiled once more, before gesturing to Beca to turn around while she slid back under the covers herself. The brunette immediately did as she was told, chuckling when Chloe pulled her flush against her, Beca’s back now pressed up against the redhead’s front.

“I thought we agreed that if we ever did this I would be the big spoon.”

Chloe laughed softly, pressing a small kiss to Beca’s neck. It was daring, but they both didn’t care right now. “I never agreed to such a thing; we both know you’re definitely the little spoon.”

She rolled her eyes, even though she knew Chloe couldn’t see it. “Fine, but only for tonight.”

“Do you want to talk?” Chloe asked, but once again, she was too tired.

“Sleep now. Talk tomorrow.”

Chloe nodded, Beca feeling the movement behind her. “That sounds good. Goodnight Beca.”

“Goodnight Chloe.”

The next time it happened she was in Boston.

Boston was a four-hour drive and probably too long but her show had ended early that day, plus it was a Saturday so Chloe had the next day off. She also wouldn’t have to travel again until Monday, meaning they would actually get to spend some time together, which was more than she could ever hope for.

This time, she did text her.

I’m in Boston tomorrow


I know. I looked up your schedule

It’s only four hours

Yeah

Do you want me to come?

Do you want to?

Yes

Good. Me too

I won’t have to be back until Monday.. would you like to spend Sunday together as well??

Beca.. there’s nothing I want more. (well, unless it’s an unlimited amount of days, but I’ll take what I can get)

One day, Chloe.

They had spent two nights and one entire day together, and it was more than enough to convince Beca that once this tour was over, she was going to have to do everything to make sure that they would never have to spend another night apart.

“I want to kiss you.” Chloe had said to her on the second night, laying face to face and staring at each other, tired but not wanting to go to sleep. Because sleeping meant that it would be Monday and Beca would have to catch a flight to Austin and then they wouldn’t see each other again for at least a few months, as she was going to be touring in the south and then back to the west coast for a little bit.

“Me too.” Beca responded, smiling for a second but then letting it fade just as fast. “But we can’t.”

“Why?” Chloe asked, her fingers stroking Beca’s face and hair.

“Because then I’ll never be able to leave.”

“Then don’t.”

“Chloe.” She warned.

“I know. I’m sorry. I know that’s selfish of me.. I just- I feel like timing is never on our side. There was Tom and then Jesse and Chicago and now that we’re both single you’re not even here and I just.. it’s hard.”

“I know. It’s hard for me too. Which is exactly why I want to wait. I don’t want to make this harder for us. In a few months this will all be over and then I’ll have a steady job and can work on my music without having to travel much and then I’ll come home to you every night.”

Chloe smiled softly, a small tear rolling down her cheek. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

Just like Beca had thought, they didn’t see each other until three months later.

They’d taken a small break from their tour in L.A after traveling through the South and West before making their final couple of stops in the East coast before finishing.

They were in Washington DC, and Beca was finally going to be able to see Chloe again. They would FaceTime at least three days a week, Chloe knowing all too well Beca barely slept without her, but it wasn’t the same as actually being with each other. Now that Beca knew how good it felt to have Chloe wrapped around her, she never wanted anything else.

She was exhausted. Today was a long day, and she knew she wouldn’t make it to their apartment until 2am. She probably shouldn’t even go, because her flight was leaving at noon, meaning she would have to get up again around 6 and leave right away, but there was no way she was backing out now. Someone else was driving her (she had those things now, drivers and stuff) so hopefully, she could get some sleep on the way there.

“Chloe.” She said quietly, dropping her coat and clothes on the floor, not even bothering to properly clean up the mess she’d already made before stumbling over to the bed. She couldn’t even make it to the other side, instead opting to slide in behind her, spooning the other woman for once. Chloe stirred in her arms.

“You’re cold.”

“Sorry.”

“What time is it?”

“Late. You should go back to sleep.”

“Then why did you come at all?” Chloe asked, as if that wasn’t clear.

“I told you. I needed to see you.”

Something was wrong. She could tell by the way Chloe was tense in her arms, and refused to turn around to look at her.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, but the other woman just shook her head.

“Nothing. Just go to sleep Beca.”

She didn’t want to. She wanted to talk. She wanted to ask Chloe what was really wrong. She wanted to ask her why she could feel her softly crying and shaking in her arms. But she couldn’t. She was tired, too tired, and her body betrayed her and dragged her into a deep sleep.

Things were different after that night.

They were losing patience, feeling as if they were standing still too long; two strangers on different platforms trying to get on the same train.

She wasn’t sure when she’d be home. Their tour had already been extended, and she didn’t want to make Chloe promises she couldn’t keep.

It was different for her, she was doing all these things and seeing all these parts of the country she’d never seen before. Time went by fast for her, living her life while she slowly made her way back to the other woman. But Chloe was still stuck in that same apartment doing the same things every day and having to stare at an empty pillow - Beca’s empty pillow - every night.

It made it harder, and she knew that.

Chloe was just waiting for her.

And she was getting tired of it. 


One month and 10 days later

She can’t believe it.

She’s performing in New York tonight. Her last performance. Her last day of the tour.

She’s exactly 25 minutes from Chloe’s apartment.

But that’s not where she’s sleeping tonight, and neither is Chloe, although she doesn’t know that yet.

In fact, she doesn’t know about a lot of things that are happening tonight.

Beca has been planning this for a little over a month, ever since she realized that she was going to have her final performance on this day, in this venue. She’s been planning the other stuff for much longer, basically ever since Boston.

Chloe is going to be picked up from work by Amy and Aubrey tonight, who will be taking her to a pre-party with all the other Bellas, who will then have their own little reunion party before they make their way over towards the venue, where they will watch Beca perform with DJ Khaled, as well as a dozen other performers, who have all come out to celebrate this last evening with them.

Beca will even be singing a duet with Justin Timberlake, something she just heard about not two weeks ago. How crazy is that?

Their tour was a huge success, bigger than they had ever thought it would be, and Beca had her friends to thank for this. So inviting them as VIP guests was really the least she could go.

And then, after the show, Beca was going to take Chloe somewhere else, as a special surprise.

As nervous as she was about the show, she was definitely more nervous about that. Although she was pretty sure Chloe was going to take it well.

She has had eyes on her friends - or well.. mostly Chloe - during the entirety of her performance. She just can’t believe they’re all here. She knows she doesn’t tell them often enough but she really does love these girls. She would have never gotten where she is without them.

She hugged them all after, happy to see them and unable to stop the small tears from forming in her eyes, something Amy and Aubrey definitely teased her with way too many times.

Beca hugged Chloe the longest of all, pulling the redhead flush against her. “Did you like it?”

“Beca, I loved it! You’re amazing!”

She beamed at her as she pulled back, then turned around to face her other friends. It was weird, them all being here, about a year and a half after the end of the USO tour. It felt like nothing and everything had changed at the same time.

Maybe it was because they would always be the same people to each other. They would always be there, right by each other’s side no matter which direction they went in. Beca was famous now, yet her friends still treated her the same and made sure not to make too big of a deal out of this. She found comfort in this, them being the same old predictable friends. She was sure they’d tease her later about something, and she hoped they would too. It was part of what they did.

“Thanks for coming, guys.” She said honestly, earning her a smile from Aubrey. Those were still rare too.

“You’re welcome, Beca.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t have missed it for the world short stack.” Amy agreed, punching her shoulder playfully.

“Are we all still on for..?” She asked, immediately interrupted by CR.

“Hell yes, we are. You know I need a break from my job.” Cynthia Rose said, and Flo nodded as well.

“What’s happening?” Chloe asked, and Beca’s heart skipped a beat. She’d forgotten that Chloe wasn’t aware of what was happening tomorrow, or the couple of days after that.

“Nothing. Just dinner tomorrow.” She tried to play it off, although she was pretty sure the other woman could tell something was off.

“Well,” Emily said, “I’d love to stay and talk a bit more, but I’m sure we’ll all catch up at … dinner tomorrow.”

The others nodded as well, quickly saying their goodbye’s before leaving Chloe and Beca alone.

“Are you going to tell me what’s happening?” The redhead asked as Beca reached for her hand, not wanting to waste another second without touching the other woman.

“Not yet.” Beca said, a soft smile tugging on her lips.

“I thought your publicist told you to be careful with this stuff.” Chloe held up their joined hands, causing Beca to shrug as she just squeezed the older girl’s hand.

“I also told him I don’t really care. Come on, let’s get out of here before they make me give interviews.”

The redhead nodded, following Beca outside to where a car was already waiting for them.

“You ready to go home?”

“I’ve never been more ready.” Chloe said, leaning her head on Beca’s shoulder and letting her eyes fall closed.

“Chlo. Chloe, we’re here.” Beca whispered, her hand softly stroking the tired girl’s hair as she tried to wake her.

“Sorry.” Chloe mumbled in response, “I guess I was tired.”

“It’s okay.”

Beca got out the car first, then held out her hand for Chloe to take as she helped her out as well. As soon as they were on the sidewalk, the redhead frowned. “We’re not in Brooklyn.”

Beca laughed, then shook her head. “No, we’re not. We’re still in Manhattan.”

“Why?” The redhead asked and she frowned slightly, clearly confused.

“Just.. come with me, okay?”

Beca reached for her hand again as she made her way over towards a large building.

“Bec,” Chloe tried, pulling on her hand as she tried to stop her, “I don’t think we can just walk in there.”

“Chloe. Trust me, please.”

The redhead finally stopped arguing and let herself be guided over towards the building. She looked around herself, feeling out of place even in her beautiful dress. This place was high end for sure, and she wondered what they were doing here.

“Ms. Mitchell?” She was snapped out of her thoughts as she watched Beca interact with an employee of the building, talking to him in a hushed tone before he handed something over and mentioned something about everything being in place, as far as she could tell. Beca then turned back towards her, and for the first time, Chloe noticed that she looked nervous. How could she have been calm the entire evening, even when performing with Justin Timberlake, but now she was nervous? What was going on? She decided not to ask, knowing Beca didn’t want her to right now.

“You ready?” The brunette asked as they made their way over towards an elevator, swiping a card before pressing one of the numbers.

“Uh.. yes?” She answered, although not sounding totally convinced. “This is a really nice hotel Beca.  It uh- it looks expensive.”

The brunette turned to her and smiled, but didn’t answer until the elevator door binged and opened up to reveal a beautiful penthouse, with open windows overlooking most of Manhattan, including Central park.

“It’s not a hotel, Chlo.” 

Instantly, Chloe froze, turning around to face Beca who was still standing close to the elevator.

“I’m sorry, what?”

The brunette smiled once more, clearly finding Chloe’s confusion amusing, before pointing at a wall, as well as a small dresser next to the large couch.

“Oh my god. Beca- what is going on?” Chloe walked closer to the wall, her eyes now landing on the pictures that were framed on it. Pictures she knew all to well.There was her and Aubrey, from when they had first became friends in their freshman year of college, all the Bellas, Chloe with her family, Beca on tour, as well as a few cute pictures of Beca and Chloe together.

Beca watched, crossing her arms as she let Chloe discover the place.

“I’m serious Bec,” Chloe said, now staring at the cabinet that held their Bella prizes. “What is this?”

The brunette let out a deep breath, before grabbing Chloe’s hand and guiding her further into the apartment, towards what Chloe soon realized was the bedroom. There, on top of the luxurious king-sized bed were their old pillowcases as well as Chloe’s favorite stuffed animal that she’d had ever since she was a baby.

Beca leaned against the door, watching as Chloe lowered herself down onto the comfortable bed and grabbed the animal.

“This is ours.” Is all she explained then. “I mean, if you like it. Because I’m sure I can get another one I just- this one is close to the park and your school so I thought it’d be best and I already made sure everything is safe and stuff so we-“

“Beca!” Chloe interrupted, her eyes wide as she quickly walked back over towards the brunette, grabbing her hands and forcing her to focus on her. “You need to tell me what’s going on now! Seriously.”

“Right.” She finally seemed to understand that she wasn’t making a lot of sense right now. “So.. a while ago I realized that once this tour was over I wanted something else, something steady. Preferably with you there. I also knew that going back to that Brooklyn apartment wasn’t going to be ideal, but I wasn’t sure what else to do. So, when Theo offered me a job as a producer at their New York location, alongside with a great deal for a place like this, I just couldn’t say no. So, I’ve been arranging this for the last two months probably, and while you were out today Emily and Jessica helped move some of your stuff, to make it look homier to you. I’m not- you know, you don’t have to say yes. But I want to do this. You and me, I mean.”

Chloe’s vision was clouded by tears, but that didn’t stop her from smiling widely. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Beca?”

She grinned back at her. “I’m asking you to move in with me, and yeah, I uh- I mean, you being my girlfriend would probably come with that, unless you just want to be friends first, which I would understand-“

Beca was cut off by Chloe’s lips against hers. The redhead deepened the kiss almost instantly, letting her tongue stroke against Beca’s for a few minutes before she pulled back.

There was time for that later. Right now, they needed to talk. And she needed more information about all of this.

“So.. you like it?”

“Beca, this is- I mean, I don’t even know what to say. Are you sure you want this?”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t want you to do this just for me, I know L.A has always been your dream and stuff.”

Beca quickly leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Chloe’s lips.

“Chlo, while I love you for saying that, I need you to know that I really do want this. Being in L.A meant that I’d have to do more singing and performing, and that’s not where my heart is. I want to produce, make my own mixes. And I want you to be there when I get home. I want to walk in and make dinner for you and cuddle with you while we talk about our day and then I want to go to sleep and wake up to you and do it again and again and again.”

Chloe smiled, then ducked her head down, blushing slightly. “I can’t believe you just said all of that.”

“I know, me either. But I’ve been practicing for a while.”

They stared at each other for a minute, before Chloe finally got up and started to walk out of the bedroom. “So, is it okay if I check out our new place?”

Beca nodded. “Yeah, definitely. Also, I have one final surprise, if that’s okay.”

“There’s more?”

“Just this one last thing.”

Chloe nodded enthusiastically, clearly excited to hear the last part of her surprise.

“So, remember when me and the other Bellas were talking about dinner tomorrow?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Chloe said, remembering the confusing conversation from before.

“Well, actually, I arranged for us all to go to a private beach house in the Hamptons for a week. I booked it and everything. Everyone got off of work, and I knew you’d have time off from school so… you wanna go?”

Chloe didn’t even answer, she just jumped into Beca’s arms and hugged her as tight as possible. “I don’t deserve any of this.” She said, pressing a kiss to her girlfriend’s neck.

“You do though, Chlo. You’ve been so patient with me, throughout all these years, and I cannot thank you enough for always being there for me, even when you thought it was hopeless. I want to give you everything you deserve. I know you’ve missed your friends, and they’ve missed you too. This was really the least I could do.”

Another tear rolled down Chloe’s cheeks as she opened her eyes to look at her new - extremely large - apartment. She couldn’t believe this was all happening. Beca was here, in her arms, and she as going to stay with her. They had a place of their own, and not just any. It was the most beautiful apartment she had ever seen, and she would get to share it with the most beautiful girl she knows.

“When are we leaving?” She decided to ask, not quite sure what else to say.

“Tomorrow around noon. I wanted us both to sleep in a bit. I think we deserve a break.”

Chloe smiled. “I know sleep is important and all, but are you still going to allow me to thank you for all of this tonight?” She winked at the other woman then, slowly letting her fingers fall from Beca’s face down to her collarbone and to the top of her shirt. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

Beca swallowed hard, and then started to push on Chloe’s waist, slowly guiding her back to their bedroom. “I mean, I suppose that would be okay. After all, we’ve been doing too much actual sleeping around each other lately. It might be time for something else.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”