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PART 2: NOLPATS BURNER ACCOUNT

Link to part 1: (X)

*Bare with me for some spelling grammar errors, also if you have more info or have picked up something I've missed feel free to let me know.*

HERE WE GO AGAIN FOLKS!

So obviously it’s been quite an event for nolpat nation these past couple days… and it’s very evident people are aware of the burners and have been following or interacting with it.

If you aren’t aware @ gollpatter is the first acocunt that was inactive for a bit before it was suspended/locked, and then @ shottergallas was the secondary account…

So after I guess by the saving grace of god??? He ended up regaining access back to his first account that had more of the the problematic tweets, likes and questionable followings.

This was his first tweet he posted after being back on the account… which also is now deleted. #lolz

WHAT DOES PAT OLIVERIA MEAN?

Okay so obviously his name is Pat Oliveria on his main and some are probably confused or thrown off by it. My assumption to the name is... obviously ''Pat'' is part of his last name and well-known nickname and ''Oliveria'' was most likely taken from the Brazalian MMA fighter Charles Oliveria... and we all know how much he loves MMA.

ACCOUNT PRIVATING

The account actually went private for a moment and then went public again… then also decided to unfollow a specific group of people *cough* all the obvious friends and some influencers.

Pretty much any tweet that people would interact with the account would get deleted. Which I think most of us have already witnessed.

Here is some other tweets that have now been deleted. (X).

MUTUAL BURNER ACCOUNTS

After this all went down some of his mutuals went private (some have unprivated now) and even one deleted.

A notable mutual user that deleted is (@ basket_458462). I think not many people saw what went on, on that account… since It deleted pretty much after 1-2 days after the burners were under fire… you thought anything was bad on the NP burners, this one was 10x worst lol. NP off (@ gollpatter) liked a good amount of tweets off there page, pre much all pertaining to WJC 2018, and weren’t the greatest takes either. The Basket 4 page was pretty active interacting with stan twitter.

Though literally all those mutual burners hold very debatable content and most of it? Well you guessed it! It’s all pretty much red pill, zyn bro misogyny.

The Basket 4 account was just a different breed and every tweet or like was constantly victim shaming and blaming the girl involved in the WJC 2018 incident. Probably explains the profile picture too… yikes.

Just thought it was funny how some decided to go private or delete, which shows to me they’re aware of what’s going on.

NOW ONTO THE SUSPICIOUS? OR JUST COINCEDENTAL INSTAGRAM ACTIVITY?

!!!!!!!! I WILL BE MENTIONING HIS PRIVATE INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT PLEASE DO NOT BE THAT PERSON AND TRY TO FOLLOW OR INTERACT WITH IT !!!!!!!!

Maybe a big coincidence but NP started unfollowing people off his main ig account just about a day after shit hit the fan, though this is pretty common for him to randomly do mass unfollowings just found the timing to be ironic.

If some of you were aware he has a private finsta account. He had the username that went by @ gollasperoutdoors and then changed it to @ youngglasp. You're able to see how many times the user changed their user and how long they had the account for, the username was changed 5 times throughout the past 4 years. He changed the username to the account about 2 days ago... he's most likely had the user (@ gollasperoutdoors) for a hot minute as well… don't know why he decided to change it now... also changing the clearly evident nickname of his to just “glasp”.

I also kind of have a theory that one of his finsta account usernames at a point in time was probably @ gollpatter (the same as his twitter)… You aren't able to view their old users, but I just thought about it since it's been changed multiple times... though impossible to prove because most of us probably don't remember his older finsta users or even knew he had one to begin with.

NOW WHY HASN'T THE ACCOUNT DELETED? WHY HASN'T IT BLOCKED ANYONE? WHY HASN'T IT TWEETED IN DAYS?

It’s pretty obvious and simple to why the account has done none of those things and is limiting/stopping activity.

If the accounts started blocking evident hockey stan twitter accounts or accounts that interacted with them, deleted high volume of tweets especially the problematic ones, went private or deactivated. It would fully be more evident that we are most likely right on our assumption on who’s running it and that they’re fully aware on what’s happening LOL.

Also probably another reason why the account unprivated so quickly + tweeted a bit even after getting called out is because whoever is running it most likely wanted to play it off… Even tho the deleting of directed tweets + unfollowing specific known friends and influencers and other activity was already enough for most to throw the guilty charge.

To tie things up I don't think the accounts will delete anytime soon or even at all and will just slowly be abandoned. I guess the one smart move on his part was that the account wasn't under his actual name and there isn't a definitive way to prove its him unless you know details about him, so it's not clockable to the general public. (Shout out to the anons for this part!).

[lilyflowerpot]

introduction post ✧

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hi! I'm ellie :) (nicknames include el, ells and red). i'm 17, bisexual, and an absolute fandom fanatic.

i've recently logged back into this account after a brief (long asf) hiatus, so im looking for some more mutuals who are active and have the same interests as me, so we can all chat and have a good time :)

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ao3 is lilyflowerpot, and i love writing fanfic and hearing what people think of it!! i've linked it right there :P

here is where i talk when i probably shouldn't

this is my mutuals hall of fame <3

and this is where i write

song rec/recent fic inspo/random song: drama by spencer sutherland (THIS SONG *IS* SIRIUS BLACK, THANK ME LATER!!)

time zone is GMT +1... i think? idk, but i live in the UK!

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fandoms: the marauders, agents of shield, pretty little liars, pitch perfect, the mcu, six of crows

favourite things to do: read, write, play guitar, and do nothing but listen to music and *think*

favourite characters/kins from each fandom: lily evans and james potter's love child, fitz, simmons and lance hunter, spencer hastings, beca mitchell, peter parker, and nina zenik <3

ships: jily, jegulus, pandalily, wolfstar, dorlene • spoby and haleb • bechloe • FITZSIMMONS, natasha romanoff x maria hill, pepperony, parkner, stucky

favourite foods: ice-cream, pepperoni pizza, and pancakes

music interests: fall out boy (my first concert, i saw them live! :D), billie eilish, destroy boys, james marriott (i saw him live too!), måneskin, and random songs i pick up from my favourite films/tv series lol

youtubers i watch: dan and phil, joe and caspar, zoe sugg, dylan is in trouble, probably more i just forgot

fun facts about el: i'm a natural redhead and have never changed it, if i find a series or a film i like then i hyperfixate on it so hard until i feel empty because i'm not as passionate about it anymore, and i'm an extremely picky eater since forever :)

oh, and james potter is my husband. enough said.

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I DO NOT TOLERATE HATE OF ANY KIND! A BIG NO

୨୧⋆｡˚⋆ this blog is a safe space for everyone's vibes ｡˚⋆

so... yeah. this blog will either become my diary or i'll forget about it. let's hope that doesn't happen :)

thanks for reading, and I hope to meet some cool people! <3

creds to picture owners on pinterest !!

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December 2, 2023.

Today was Nectar's M&G and party. The M&G was at Ralph's for a release of a new Nectar pack, and we arrived at around 1:20 ish. The cast of Under the Influence podcast were going to show up at 1:30, and the first 100 people would get something. I didn't have high hopes, honestly, but then again, I'm like how big is the podcast, honestly. And people over 21 are chill. Anyway, we got there and were chilling in line. We talked to some Nectar crew because they were forced to talk to us and keep us in shape, but one of the Nectar guys said that he really likes Nectar (like duh but ok) and he recommended us the new flavor that he really likes. I don't know why he singled us out but it is what it is. I was like HEHHEOHOH. But anyways, waiting in line made me nervi tbh. The cast came out and they kept making videos and I'm like I feel DEAD. Can we also talk about Viet being fake as fuck when meeting us outside? Mans was DEAD when he first ran past us. Then, the cast came out to high five us, and Wootak missed my hand completely, and Viet stopped like 2 people before us. Whatever, at least I shook Mr. Jeremy and babygirl Esther's. So the meetup was actually super chill like the cast came out and talked to people and so did the workers. We got stickers, which these guys came out and stared hard at. I was like wtf like mind yo business???? I thot they went to UCLA and I was like no this ain't it, chief. Turns out they were friends with the cast LMAO makes sense. Also, we got gifts. They had cups or banners, but they literally ran out of cups like 2 people in front of us so we had to get banners. And we were like one of the last ones. One girl behind us got the last one. I really had to pee, but I had the worst anxiety so I couldn't go alone. Then, I asked the girl in front of me. SUPER weird I know, but she agreed and we became friends. She came alone so it made it all better :)

Books I read this month;

Offside Hearts by Nikki Lawson (4/10) This honestly has to be one of my least rated books that I've read so far. I started this book out in May, and had to stop because of an unrealistic, weird ass situation that happened between two strangers in the very beginning. Well, I somehow got to around 75% before putting it away for good. I only picked this book up so I can finally mark it as finished for the year. I feel so bad for being such a hater for this sports romance, but both the characters were so unlikable it was insane. Noah's, the MMC, only personality traits are having money and being obsessed with his girl. He had no depth to him. And Margo, the FMC, was scared of Noah's playboy antics, but still let him hit like she also became obsessed with him quickly with no regards to her heart. This was written like a fanfic and I absolutely hated it-- it wasn't realistic at all.

The Fake Out by Stephanie Archer (100/10) I was lucky enough to receive an ARC copy. I expected it to be a physical copy, but I'm just glad I got to read it at all. I absolutely fell in love with both characters. Hazel was such a sassy yet fun character. She was actually the one who initiated it which I thought was shocking yet I loved it. We love bold, powerful women. And Rory? Do not get me STARTED on Rory, my new hockey bf. Blonde guys aren't usually my go-tos like Garrett Anderson from Play with Me, but oh my god, this man had me on an absolute chokehold. He's so flirty with only HER and he has eyes (literal heart eyes) only for her. She thinks it's fake bc of the fake dating trope, but it's so real for him. The nickname he has for her had me giggling and kicking my feet. Who am I kidding? This whole book, their interaction had me giggling and kicking my feet. Crying at some parts, but that's what good books do. Chef's kiss.

Love Redesigned by Lauren Asher (7.5/10) I feel like a 7.5 is actually very kind. I started this book in November and forgot about it because I didn't have time to read the physical copy, but I picked it up in December because I wanted to read all the books in my reading pile. I read it on Apple books bc it was that much easier to read and bring everywhere and honestly bc I am fucking blind. I was kind of disappointed ngl like it took place in Lake Wisteria, which is Cal and Lana's place so maybe I had very high expectations going in. Maybe it had the billionaire trope or it's written by THE Lauren Asher so I was like it can't miss. Sadly it did. The characters were childish, the problems were rushed, and I had no connection to the characters. The MMC, Julian, most of all, missed the mark. He's grumpy and rich, which is up my aisle, but the way he interacted with Dahlia (pre-hookup) gave me the annoying boy next door. Also, Julian was fucking MEAN to cal like cal's a baby-- my baby. Back the fuck AWF. I literally had to return my physical copy bc I wasn't in love with it.

That Summer by Jillian Dodd (6.5/10) It wasn't terrible compared to other audiobooks, but I put this off for so long. See all of the books I've been putting off and finishing for the year lol. But I get that Dani (Davaney) the FMC was a high-schooler, but miss maam couldn't make up her damn mind, leaving poor Chase, the MMC, wounded. Like she likes him enough when they're forced together for the summer, but not proud enough when back to reality? And there were SO many characters. I get it's a family trip and all, but I was like why are these names relevant. And not only were they mentioned at the beginning, they had a bigger part at the end. I'm like WHO TF IS THIS AGAIN. So yeah, maybe reading it would've been better. But also, where was Chase's POV??????

Reconsidering the Facts by Emily Tudor (7.6/10) I was so excited for Oliver and Paige's story. Oliver had me from the very beginning because he was such a complicated character, and no one really saw him for him. I loved Paige as we got to know her, and the only thing that set me off was the friend group. They seem very well behaved like they all go to therapy, but they don't give each other room, and the author KEEPS talking about them like honestly, I don't really care about their stories at all can we focus back on Ollie and Paige?! But there was a murder mystery tied into it which was very unexpected yet fun, and I liked it. Maybe I need to go to therapy because I absolutely DESPISED the friend group, but they make a lot more sense in this book than in the first one.

Better than the Movies by Lynn Painter (8/10) Lynn Painter doesn't miss. Tara recommended me this book and I saw that it was short so I was like why the f not. The beginning was like a movie, and I was like ehhhh, but then, when Liz started recognizing her feelings for Wes, I was screaming and pumping my fist in the air. Like I get that Liz is a rom-com fanatic so like she daydreams about the perfect everything, but like she tries planning out everything, and it was so cute when she came to the realization that she LIKES wes. I was sobbing and crying ugly the whole time. What threw me off was the end like what the actual fuck and the miscommunication trope like COME THE FUCK ONNNNNN. Anyways, it wasn't spicy at all. So I know if a story is good, spice is not needed.

Better than the Prom by Lynn Painter (9/10) This is a continuation or extra from Better than the Movies in Wes's POV, and I've been needing that shit from the very beginning. Too fucking bad we only get one little part, but it was ahmazing and much needed. Wes is such a sweetheart and like ugh, chef's kiss.

Personal Foul by Maggie Rawdon (7.95/10) I was looking to Wren and Easton's story since the very beginning, but the book was honestly not up to my expectations. I expected more banter between the two and the hate. However, Easton definitely topped my expectations-- how would anyone guess that this guy is an absolute marshmallow? Wren's worries about the friend group not accepting is valid, but also, I was like as a friend, they SHOULD be supportive and if it doesn't work, all they can do is help out. So I'm glad they do end up supporting the two. I want to give the author a standing ovation for the proposal at the end-- that made me tear up and I just want the best for these two.

The Mistake by Elle Kennedy (7/10) I mean it was a solid story, but it was so basic and simple. I probably should have binged the whole Off Campus series in the beginning, but I didn't and I put myself in a weird position. Because I bought the blue sprayed edges, I'm going to read all of them now. Honestly, the way (John) Logan looked at Hannah in The Deal was kind of giving me the ick. And that's exactly how the book starts out. It gives me Twisted Hate vibes because I liked the FMC, Grace, sm more than the MMC. Grace was so innocently charming and then became baddass when she realized her worth. I absolutely loved that for her, but I did like them together. I just think them coming together was rushed and random. Like their meet cute was super random and forced-- it wasn't even cute. But they are cute, I will say that.

[lostdreamr-blog1]

I'm Proud of You, Darlin

A/N: I have a huge nursing exam tomorrow morning and the anxiety is getting to me…Passing means I graduate and failing is not an option. So, of course I took to writing. Hopefully this will help you some if you ever need it!! My inbox is always open for you all!

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, lots and lots of fluff

To say today was a big day was an understatement. You had your state board exam in less than three hours and passing that meant you could finally put all things school behind you. The countless hours you spent studying would pay off and this anxiety that has been nearly crippling these last few weeks would disappear. You would be a fully functioning adult with your big girl job, and nothing could bring you down.

You just had to pass first.

Jake had been the absolute best when it came to calming you down and helping you get through this. There would be days where he would come home, tired as he could be, and still made sure you were okay. Some days you had everything figured out and your positive attitude would shine through you.

But there was days Jake found you crying in the bathroom, drowning your worries in a bottle of liquor, and he knew you needed extra attention. If he was off the next day, it would be easy to talk him into joining you in your drinking pity party. Drunk Jake was a fun Jake. But most days he would pick you up off the floor, get you into bed, and stay with you until he had to leave for work the next morning.

He was your rock and there was zero way you would have made it to this point without him. You heard the jabs and jokes that went around about how your boyfriend wasn’t the best wingman. Or the ever so lovely nickname “Bagman” that seemed to follow him from his time at Top Gun.

But with you he was different. How many guys would push their body to the limit training, putting in 12 plus hour days, and then come home to take care of girlfriend? He could have easily said he was tired and head to bed, leaving you to deal with the anxiety that was tearing you apart. But he didn’t and you wish others could see that.

You had to leave in an hour, but the second you walked out that door, you knew you would be a mess. While Jake had been here every step of the way, he had to leave early this morning for training, and it left you alone with your thoughts. In no way could you be upset with him, you just wished he was here to calm you down one last time.

Hell, if you could take him into the test with you, you would be golden. Another irrational thought to add to the bank.

As you got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee, a note on the fridge caught your eye.

You are going to kill this test, Darlin. I have all the faith in the world you will pass no problem. Take a deep breath and believe in yourself as much as I do.

-J

The note made you feel a little lighter as you continued to get ready. You had laid out your lucky sweatshirt, with “Hangman” written on the back. You stole it from your blonde -haired boyfriend a year ago and told him he would never get it back. The simple response of “it looks better on you anyway” sealed the deal. You’ve worn for luck ever since.

When you put it on, you stopped and smiled. The man had managed to provide you comfort again and sprayed his cologne on it. You pulled it up to your nose and took in a deep breath. It was the safety blanket you needed to be able to walk out the door in one put together piece.

After you finished getting ready, you tried to call Jake on the way out. While you were proud of yourself for making it to the car, backing out of the driveway had the anxiety hitting you with full force. Hearing his voice was the one thing you needed right now to calm down before you reached a panic level. You were met with voicemail and tossed your phone to the passenger seat, not wanting to leave a message.

He was busy doing what he does best, and you had to respect that. Just because you couldn’t keep it together for more than five minutes doesn’t mean he needs to be by the phone every second in case you called. You had to pull it together.

Jake had one time told you when he got nervous or worried, he thought about you. He thought about how you turned him down that one night at the Hard Deck in front of all his fellow pilots, embarrassing the hell out of him. And how he proceeded to show you he was different than the rest of the guys in the military. While it took a few months, he eventually won you over.

He thought about the way your hand fits perfectly in his, almost like the two of you were made for each other. The way you laughed at all his jokes, even the cringy ones. Just to make him feel better.

He thought about how lucky he was to have you and love you every day for the rest of his life. It was those things that would calm him down, and you decided to take a page from his book.

On the drive there you thought back to the first night you two went on a date. You had told him you didn’t like things that drew attention to you. That you didn’t need a grand gesture for you to fall for him. Which led to a night in at his apartment, with homemade food that was to die for, and the first time you were able to see the real him.

He put up a front with his friends, making it seem like nothing could touch him. But behind closed doors, you saw how compassionate and caring this man could be. He was as selfless as they come, and you thanked the heavens every day for leading you to him.

You pulled up to the testing site and nearly ran out of your car when you saw Jake standing by the door. He was in his flight suit, clearly coming straight from base. When he saw you walking towards him, a genuine smile reserved only for you graced his face.

It didn’t take long for you to melt in his arms, taking in as much of him as you could. “What are you doing here? I thought you had training today?” With your head on his chest, you looked up at him for an answer.

“I couldn’t let my girl take this test without me being there. I went in early so I could get some time off this morning to see you in. I knew this would be a hard day for you.”

You closed your eyes and squeezed him some. “Thank you.” He squeezed back and kissed the top of your head. The two of you stood like that for another minute, before you stepped back. It was getting close to the time you had to be in there and you knew you couldn’t stay out here with him forever. No matter how bad you wanted to.

He placed a hand on your cheek and said, “You are going to pass this no problem. You are by far the smartest person I know and the only one standing in your way is you. I saw the work you put into this, and I promise you it will all pay off. Go in there and show this test how much of a badass you are.”

You took a few deep breaths and nodded your head. “I’ll call you when I’m done. Thank you for being here. You don’t realize how much this really helped.” He gave you one last smile and a quick kiss.

You went to walk away when his voice stopped you. “I’m proud of you, darlin.” And those were the words you would think back to anytime you get anxious.   

[geminigirl0298]

Yellow (Part 1)

Relationship: Loki x Virgin! Reader

Summary: The accidental ingestion of a sex potion leads you to the bedroom of the God of Mischief.

Word Count: 4.3 k

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, minors DNI! Fingering (female receiving), oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, Asgardian age gap

Masterlist

PART 1

“Y/N, don’t touch that.” Loki reached out to grasp your wrist, effectively stopping you from picking up the glass bottle. He watched as your plump lips curved into a frown.

“I have a headache,” you told him. “I need a headache cure.”

“That’s not the headache cure.” He moved your hand over to a bottle three spaces to the right and pushed your fingers down on it. “This is the cure. The other one is trouble, do not ever touch it.” Curiosity lit up your face, and Loki knew he had made a mistaken by forbidding you to touch it.

You plucked the cure out if it’s box, along with the one he told you not to touch and held them up to the light. “You probably shouldn’t have made them the same colour,” you told him, shaking the vials of pale-yellow liquids. “One can see how they might be mixed up.”

Loki sighed. Reprimanding you for disobeying him was futile. You always pushed your limits, and had you not been such a promising student he would have kicked you out of his study long ago.

Born the daughter of a handmaid to the queen, Frigga was able to pick up on your affinity for seidr from an early age. She had tasked Loki with your training upon his release from the dungeons—one of a long list of amendments for all the damage he had caused on earth—and he refused to let her down.

There was also the fact that he was sweet on you. You were five hundred compared to his thousand years, so you were not a child by any means. However, he knew the people of Asgard would not see it that way. They had still not forgiven him for his stint on Midgard, trying to kill his brother and bringing Jotunns to their realm, and would no doubt accuse him of taking advantage of your sweet disposition.

Plus, Frigga would ring his ear right off if he touched you.

“What does it do?” Loki lifted a brow. “The one you told me not to touch. Is it dangerous? You stopped me so suddenly.” Loki opened his mouth to answer, then blushed. You caught this and tilted your head. “Loki?”

“It’s nothing that concerns you.”

You wrinkled your nose in that endearing way that made him want to place a kiss on it. “You’re being weird. Why are you being weird? Is it a sex thing?” Loki said nothing. “Oh my gosh, it is a sex thing!”

“Y/N—”

“What does is do?” you questioned. “Does it work like a love potion? Does it attract suitors? Does it help prolong things?”

Loki snapped his book shut. Discussing the topic of sex with you was painting his brain with images of you screaming his name in a multitude of positions. If you kept this up any longer, he was going to take liberties with you.

“You’ve done well today, petal,” he said. The nickname he had given you brought a dusting of red to your cheeks, and he smirked. “I’ll see you for our lesson on Monday.” He usually gave you weekends off to destress and frolic with your friends. Most times you did, and others you would come looking for him with an obscure question about a lesson you had that week. He saw it for what it was—you wanting to spend time with him—and had long told his guards to give you access to his rooms whenever he was there.

“Will I see you at the ball tomorrow?” Loki stared at you. You had placed the vials on the table and had your hands behind your back. Your weight shifted from one foot to another as you bit your lip, a spark of hope in your eyes. He winced internally, hating that he was about to snuff it out.

“No.” Your face fell. “I don’t think it’s time.”

“You shouldn’t keep hiding, you know?” Your voice was soft and shy, so different from the unbridled tones he had gotten used too. “You made a mistake, just like so many of our kind. Just because the people are punishing you doesn’t mean you should punish yourself too.”

Loki blinked. His mouth open, then closed. What could he say to that? His hands fisted his trousers, fingers tightening on the material, then he released them. People of Asgard be damned.

“Y/N,” he cupped your face, and watched your eyes blow wide, “you are so much wiser than your years. If more people thought like you then I may actually consider rejoining this blasted society.” You closed your eyes and let your face press into his hand. “Alas, they do not, and for that I must bide my time.” He so badly wanted to kiss your forehead. Instead, he dropped his hand. A look of disappointment flashed across your face. “Night is upon us. You should get going before my mother comes looking for you.”

“You’re right.” Your voice was a whisper. He watched you grab the cure and slip into the pocket of your dress. “Good evening, Loki.”

ooOOoo

Night fall found Loki in bed and unable to fall asleep. He tossed and turned for an unhealthy amount of time before finally kicking the covers off him. Sleep evaded him for the night and the reason did not take a genius to figure out; you were on his mind. You were almost always on his mind if he was being honest. Usually, you were the one bright light in his dreams amongst nightmares of mad titans and black orders, but those sweet dreams could not come if his mind would not relax to allow his slumber.

A knock interrupted his scattered thoughts. Puzzled, Loki got to his feet. Only his mother visited him so late—Thor once in a while if he needed something and Odin, never—so he was surprised when he opened his door and found you standing there. “Y/N?”

“Loki,” you breathed. You were clad in a nightgown and a dressing robe, and your hair was messy. It was clear you had also been having trouble sleeping. What Loki could not figure out was why you were in tears. Tracks of water fell from your eyes and your nose was red as though it had been rubbed raw. You kept shifting from side to side, discomfort painted on your face. “Loki…”

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He reached out to touch your shoulder and he felt heat emanating from your skin through your layers. “Are you ill? Why is your skin so warm?” Concern laced his voice as he looked you over.

“I need help—Ah!” Your body tensed as though you had been shocked. Alarmed, Loki tightened his hold on you. “Please help me.”

“Petal, I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s wrong.” Fresh tears fell from your eyes. You brought your hands to your face, and you looked…embarrassed? “Y/N,” Loki fought to keep the emotion out of his voice. Seeing you cry was bothering him. “Petal, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I took the wrong one,” was your whimpered reply.

“What?”

“I took the wrong one,” you repeated. “The cure… I think I took the other one by mistake.”

Loki looked at you. His eyes went from your sniffling face to the way you kept rubbing your thighs together and he let out a groan. “Y/N…”. He trailed off, sticking his head out the door to look down the hall. Seeing no one, he invited you in. He led you to his bed and perched you at the end before sitting on the green hassock running the length of the foot of his bed. “Tell me what happened.”

“I had a headache,” you started, “so I took the cure before bed like I usually do. I had fallen asleep when—Oh!” You whimpered and your thighs slapped together. The sight set off a reaction in Loki that had him grinding his teeth. “I—I was asleep and I started feeling hot and like I wet myself so I woke up and there was this pain,” you gestured towards the apex of your thighs, “down there and I was so hot. Then I remembered what you said about the sex potion, and I realized what must have happened.” You shook your head. “I’m so sorry, Loki. I must have grabbed the wrong one, I—”

“Shh, come here.” Loki pulled you forward and into his neck. Your tears wet his skin as he tried to decide what to do next. He knew well how the potion worked— he had used it with many lovers in the past, in fact— but they had been willing participants. You were innocent and had taken it unknowingly. He had to tread carefully. “Petal?”

You sniffed. “Yes?”

“I’m going to help you, okay?” You pulled your face out of his neck. “I just need you to trust me. Do you trust me?”

“I do.” There was no trace of untruth in your face.

Loki let his hands cup your face. He stroked his thumbs along your smooth cheeks and allowed himself to place a kiss on your forehead. “Darling, do you understand what this help entails?”

“You’re going to fuck me?” The dirty words dripped off your tongue with an innocent air that had Loki’s cock stirring in his pants. There was no innuendo or double entendre behind them too—just a question in that small voice of yours that made Loki want to take you right there.

“Yes.” The reply was sharp, succinct. “You’ve lain with men before, correct?” You shook your head no, and Loki paused. “Never?” You shook you head again, drawing a frown from the prince before you. This was quite the roadblock. He was okay having sex with you to help work out the potion when he thought you had already done the deed but finding out you were a virgin changed everything. “Maybe I should not—”

“No.” You gripped him suddenly, desperation in your eyes. Tears strangled your voice as you pleaded with him “Loki, please. I want it to be you. I’m sorry I touched the potion, but you have to help me—Ah!” Your hips jerked forward. “Please. It hurts!”

“Okay.” Loki smoothed your hair back. “Okay. Lay back and show me where it hurts, my sweet.” You did as you were told. The dressing robe covering your nightgown was discarded and you reached out and grabbed the ends of your gown. A few tugs brought it level with your bellybutton, so Loki was staring at your thin panties. Loki hooked two fingers in the sides of the material and pulled them down.

He gasped at the sight before him. Now that your bare pussy was on display, he was able to see just how much the potion affected you. Your mound was an angry red, swollen and weeping juices. Clear liquid glistened on your thighs, and he could see your stiff clit standing out from between your lips. “Darling, did you drink it all?”

The whimper you let out was answer enough. “Yes…”

“It’s okay.” You cried out as two of his nimble fingers connected with your clit. He rubbed gentle circles over the nub, watching as your face relaxed for the first time that night. Carefully, when he thought you were ready, he dipped a finger into your heat.

“Oh!” Tiny hands gripped his wrists, spurring him to add another. He felt your walls quiver as he began curling his fingers inside of you. Your eyes all but rolled to the back of your head when he began twisting them in a clockwise motion. “Loki…”

He removed his fingers and you whined. Your hips bucked up in search of contact. “Relax, darling.” Loki’s rested his hand on your stomach and pressed your hips back into the bed. He knelt on the floor in front of the hassock and pulled you forward until your pussy was level with his mouth. “I want to taste you.”

Loki moaned as he ran his tongue through your folds. You tasted as sweet as he expected, maybe even sweeter. Your cunt was soaked and heated and his tongue burned as it sought out your tight cave. Fingers twisted in his hair, tugging and terrorizing the curly strands. He nibbled on your clit and let his tongue soothe the nub with a circling motion, and it was only when he felt a gush of fluid into his mouth did he realize that you had just had your first orgasm of the night.

“Y/N?” Loki lifted himself over you. Relief had washed over your face, albeit just a little. By the remnant swell of your pussy and heat still emanating from your body, he could tell there was still a long way to go. “Darling, how do you feel?”

“Good,” you whispered, hands reaching for him. “Need more.” Loki chuckled low.

“Go up on the bed for me, sweet thing. Get comfortable”. He watched as you crawled towards his pillows at the head of the bed. The position gave him a good view of your dripping cunt, and he licked his lips at the sight. Loki rose off the ground and walked over to you. He rid himself of his clothes as he neared—first his tunic then his breeches—and knelt between your open legs. He saw your eyes widen as you took in the size of his cock.

“Come here, darling.” Loki lifted your chin. He had always wanted to kiss you and he was finally going to get the chance too. Your lips were like little pillows, mottled with rough patches from where you nibbled on them. A thousand and one reminders from Loki had not gotten you to drop the habit.

You moaned as he kissed you, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. The taste of your juices mingled with the taste of your saliva and Loki felt his head spin. He moved closer to you and as he did so, he felt the tip of his cock slide against your raw pussy.

“Loki!” You hissed, lips leaving his. The urgency with which your hands grabbed his hips was telling. Every hump of your hips made contact with his crotch, and he had to hold you down against the bed before you hurt yourself.

“Y/N.” The sound of your name made your eyes open. He made sure you were looking at him before he continued. “It’s imperative that you listen to what I have to say. The potion overwhelms your senses so all you can think about is release. You may find yourself wanting to push past your limits, but you absolutely cannot allow yourself to do so. If it hurts, or you need to stop, let me know at once.”

You whined, “Loki…”

“I’m serious,” he said. There was no hint of a joke in his tone. “I won’t help you if it will hurt you. Do you understand?” You gave a meek nod, and Loki grinned. “Good girl,” he kissed your forehead, “now just relax and let me make you feel good.”

Loki reached down to take ahold of himself. He began rubbing himself against your folds, unable to resist the temptation of teasing you. Mischief curved his lips up as he watched you begin to squirm and whine his on his silk sheets. “Loki, please!”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled. “I’ll stop teasing.” The tip of his cock was already at your entrance, and he pushed in just a little. Your cunt gripped him immediately and he groaned. He was planning to pull back and get you used to the feeling but your walls refused to release him, so the only thing left was to keep pushing forward. He kept a watchful look on your face as he did so to make sure you were not in pain.

“Darling,” he asked when he had bottomed out in you. “Can you look at me?” You opened your glassy eyes. “Are you in pain?” You shook your head. “Can I continue?” You nodded. Loki doubled over onto you as you gave your ascent. The potion had made your deliciously tight pussy so wet and so hot that he was having a hard time not moving at all. Even the slow, gentle pace he set was torture as he longed to pound you until your knees gave out.

While Loki was locked in his own mind prison, you seemed to be having a wonderful time. Your eyes were closed, head thrown back against the pillow. One of your hands gripped his shoulder and the other lay palm up above your head. The nightgown you wore shimmered off into thin air, exposing your naked body to him. Loki thought you were the most exquisite thing he had ever seen. His free hand found the one above your head and intertwined his own fingers between yours.

“Loki!” The sudden choked sob caught his attention. Your mouth was open with moans and your eyes were screwed shut. A few more thrusts had your walls clenching him so hard he yelled. “LOKI!” You screamed his name as your orgasm hit, and Loki growled. His name already sounded so good on your lips on a regular day. To hear it in the throes of passion was just sinful, and Loki wanted to hear it again and again until Hel came for him.

“Are we still good, petal?” You nodded, still lost in the high of your orgasm. “Excellent.” You squealed as he flipped you over. Loki used his hands to bring your knees up and pressed your face into the pillow. Gripping your hips, he pressed into you and started a faster, more punishing pace. The loud moans that left your lips spurred him on. His pace increased until he was pounding into you at lightning speed.

“Loki!”

“I know, petal.” He leaned towards you ear as you came again, squeezing his cock tightly. “I know exactly what you need and I’m going to give it to you. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” you whined. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Remember our agreement,” he said sternly. His first orgasm was fast approaching, and he began to shake with effort. “You must tell me if it hurts.” You nodded, biting the pillow to muffle your screams. Loki pulled it out from between your teeth. “None of that. I want the entire palace to hear you screaming my name. Let them know you are mine—Fuck!” His end hit him hard, stealing his breath away. He crouched forward as his hips stuttered to an end. His cum left him in spurts and he made a mental note to make you drink a contraceptive potion later that night.

Loki rolled to the side, taking you with him. He turned your face over your shoulder to give you another kiss. Your face was blissful, sweaty with exertion and flushed, yet you reached down to grab him again. “I still need you,” you admitted with a whimper. “I don’t know—”

“That’s how the potion works, my love.” He felt your walls clench around him at the endearment.

“Do you have to tire me out?”

“Something like that.” Loki grunted. The lull in sex had given you enough time to recover, and now your cunt was gripping him again with need. He reached around you to toy with your clit while his other hand sought out a pebbled nipple. “We’ll take it nice and slow for a bit, okay sweet thing? We don’t want you getting hurt.” He began grinding his hips in repetitive motions. “How’s that?”

“So good,” you muttered. “So, so good.” Your eyes were closed again, and your head had flopped against his shoulder. It appeared you were very content to let Loki fuck you into oblivion.

“So, you wanted it to be me?” he asked into your ear. You shivered and nodded. “How long, petal? How long have you wanted me to fuck you?” He rolled your nipple between his long fingers and watched you squirm. “For how many of our sessions have you daydreamed about having me inside of this perfect little cunt, hmm?”

“All of—AH!” Another orgasm rippled through your body, and this time Loki came with you. He let out a mighty grunt as he fucked you both through your ends. “All of the time,” you whimpered. “All day, every day.”

“Is that so?” His hips stuttered to a stop, and you gripped him suddenly.

“No, don���t stop.” You let out a harsh breath. “Don’t stop, please. You feel so good.”

Loki hesitated. “Petal…”

“I’m okay.” You turned you head to look at him, making sure you met his eyes. There was a giddiness in them—delirium, almost—as you spoke. “It doesn’t hurt, I promise. I just—” you gasped as your cunt clenched again, and Loki hissed in pleasure. “Please.”

“Oh, darling,” Loki began as he started to thrust again. “I’d fuck this cunt every day if you’d let me.” You whimpered at his words. “Exquisite,” he muttered as he lost himself in you again, “perfect, beautiful petal.”

Loki lost count of the number of times you both came. He fucked you until your throat was raw from screaming and his hair was slicked with sweat. Neither of you could even sleep that night. Every time one of you tried to rest, your body would act up again and you would whine and grab at him until he pressed inside of you again. After this, Loki just left his cock inside of you between cooling off periods. It made it easy for him to just grab your hips and begin thrusting into you when your cunt started clenching his cock again.

It was the wee hours of the next morn when Loki noticed your body had stilled. He peered at the sundial motif carved into his floor and noticed hours had gone by since you had stirred. Looking upon you, he saw you were sleeping peacefully in his arms. He took advantage of your slumber to gently extract himself from you. There was blood and juices on his cock and between your thighs which he set about cleaning up with a wet cloth. He had just finished cleaning you up and was getting ready to heal you when you called his name.

“Loki?” You sat up and winced almost immediately. “Oh gosh!” Tears flooded your eyes as you glanced down at your overused pussy. “Loki—”

“Shhh, I know.” He placed a hand on your thigh. “It hurts, I know. I was just about to heal you.” Loki let the green energy flow out of his fingertips and over your thigh, all the way up to your raw throat. Little by little the pain ebbed, and when your body all but sagged in relief he knew he had done his job. “Is that better?” You nodded. “Good.” Loki kissed your forehead and let his hand drop from you face. He materialized a pair of breeches onto his body and watched you. Now that the haze of the potion was gone, he was not quite sure how you’d react to what had happened.

“Um…” You drew the golden covers up to your chest and tucked some hair behind your ears. It was messy in a way that made Loki want to put you on your back again. “T-thank you,” you stuttered out, “for last night.”

Loki nodded. “My pleasure.” Your blush deepened. “How are you feeling?”

“Good!” You answered as if startled. “G-good. I…” Your index finger drew circles on the sheet. “I’m so sorry about the potion. You told me not to touch it and I shouldn’t have. Serves me right for not listening. I won’t touch it again, I promise—”

“Y/N.” Loki touched your knee. “It is as much my fault for leaving it lying around as it is yours for mistaking it. There is no need to apologize. I’m glad you came to me. Valhalla knows what would have happened if someone with ill intentions came upon you last night.” You shivered, and Loki moved his hand to your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to frighten you.”

“You didn’t.” He watched you shake your head. “I suppose I should return to my rooms now…”

“Stay.” You lifted a brow at the sudden command and Loki cleared his throat. “I mean, you can stay if you’d like. It’s still early and you’re probably exhausted.” Your brows furrowed. You looked from your hands to the nightgown on the floor, then your sleeping robe that had been discarded so many hours ago.

“I suppose I could stay,” you looked at him, “if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” He waved his hands and a book of potions appeared. “I have to make you a contraceptive, plus I’d like to look over you for a bit to make sure there are no lasting effects. You drank it all, you know.” Your face reddened. “Get some sleep, petal. I’ll wake you before the ball, you have my word.” He watched you slide under his covers, and within a few seconds you were asleep. Once he was sure you would not awaken, he moved over to his workbench and began taking out the ingredients for the potion.

His eyes strayed to you as he worked. You looked so tiny in his large bed that he wanted nothing more than to lay next to you. He wanted to hold you and stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings while you slept. He wanted to be with you, in any way that he could, for he realized today that he had fallen totally and completely in love with you.

You, the bright-eyed young woman who had bounded into his study months ago and knocked over his favourite stack of books. You, who had blushed and stammered apologies as you haphazardly packed them back.

You.

Loki smiled to himself. Perhaps he would be making an appearance at that ball tonight after all.

Part 2

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i was so excited to see you’d reblogged this ngl! 55 pls 😌💕

🙈🙈 I hope this drabble holds up to that excitement.

55. "Stay there. I'm on my way."

“Dude, you gotta stop scaring me like that.”

Beca sighs, the plush of the chair that she had just gotten up from giving way to the sudden weight as she sits down again, her forehead in her hand while her eyes look to the soft carpet before her feet. Her heart is still thudding in her ears, and she starts to make a conscious effort to tell it to slow down.

Chloe’s voice giggles on the other end. “Sorry, I just got excited. I didn’t mean to yell in your ear that loudly.”

“Yeah well,” Beca removes the phone from said ear to rub it against the pad of her shoulder, “As much as I would hate to be deaf from your excessive squealing, as long as it’s not because you’re hurt or in danger or something I guess it’s okay.”

“Awww, Bec,” Beca tries not to cringe at the cooing surrounding her nickname, the nickname that she had long ago gave up on half-heartedly protesting about, especially since it is usually accompanied by a wide Chloe Beale smile, “Since when did you get so sweet?”

The grumble she makes in response to that is to mask the flicker of shyness that briefly made its course through her body, but the soft hum reverberating from her phone depicts Chloe’s skepticism. Beca decides to change the subject, or rather, get back to it, “So, what did this cat do again?”

“His name is Danny, and oh my god, Beca, you wouldn’t believe it, but he was following me home! I didn’t notice it till like just now, but apparently he sneaked past his little playpen thing while I was closing up the shelter and followed me down two blocks of foot traffic to put his little paw on my ankles.” Chloe pauses in her rapid explanation to take a much needed breath, “Isn’t that so freaking cute?!”

Beca laughs, moving the hand on her forehead to scruff it against the underside of her chin. You’re cute. “Yeah, Chlo, that’s very cute. Now can you please come back home?” She checks the time on her left wrist, “It’s almost six in the evening. I don’t think it’s safe to stay out super late right now.”

“But I can’t just leave him here!” Exasperation laces with unwavering enthusiasm and Beca can just imagine Chloe gesturing her arm about as if she is physically there with her, “Danny is super tiny and someone could definitely hurt him if they weren’t paying enough attention. And besides,” some crackles punctuating Chloe’s words indicate that she’s moving her phone around, “He doesn’t like being carried, so even if I try to hold him and bring him back to the shelter or home with me he would try to wiggle free. And-” there is a sad sniffle, ”Get stepped on or worse.”

Beca gets up from her chair for the second time that evening since she picked up Chloe’s call, and runs a hand through her hair. Her pulse has calmed down by now, now that she is certain that Chloe isn’t in some kind of life endangering crisis after the initial jumble of sentences filling her head-- well, any life endangering crisis regarding Chloe’s life, sorry Danny-- but this is Chloe that she is talking about, and Beca knows that the redhead will not budge till someone somewhere does something to help her get an animal to safety. “Well is there anything I can do? Where are you?”

“I’m…” Chloe seems to be looking for a street sign, “Four blocks away. From you. Are you free? Can you come meet me at the corner of Seventh? We could like, I dunno, team up and make sure Danny is safe on the way back to the shelter or something. Please?”

Beca is already pulling on a coat and stepping out the door. “Yeah, of course. Stay there. I’m on my way.”

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DannyMay 2021 Day 04: Stars

To Spark Like The Stars

Summary: Danny's Spark was Space.

To ghosts, indulging your Spark was just a thing you did. If you didn't, what was the point in existing? Unfortunately to humans, it just looked like he was being irresponsible and obsessive.

It wasn't his fault it was easier to see at night.

Word Count: 2,339

A/N: This is a follow-up to Out Of This World (And Into The Next), which is my AU where Danny gets ghost adopted by the lunch lady when they first meet.

Also, there's a little bit that has to deal with bullying and fat-shaming.

You can read on AO3 or down below the cut

Danny couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t stay in his room either. He had to go out there. Had to be where he could see the night sky in all its glory.

He really really wanted to go outside.

Unfortunately, his mom had already caught him outside earlier and sent him to his room.

Sure, he could just turn invisible and go out again, but it was the principal of the thing.

She told him to go to his room and he didn’t want her to think he was being disobedient.

But God, the sky was perfect tonight. It was a new moon and that made it so much easier to see the stars.

Not that he didn’t love the moon too.

He sighed and wondered how long it would take for her to fall asleep.

Or maybe he should just look out the window instead?

He glanced over at his window and decided a little was better than none at all.

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Danny had been reprimanded for sleeping in class no less than three times. Due to how tired he was, he wasn’t sure how many times it really was, but it was definitely three.

Probably more.

Especially considering he was now sitting in Mr. Lancer’s office, for such behavior.

Now was probably a really bad time to yawn.

“Mr. Fenton!” Lancer scolded, “This is exactly what I am talking about.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he said as he fought back another yawn.

“What on earth is keeping you up, Mr. Fenton?”

“Nothing.” He answered honestly.

“You can’t seriously expect me to believe that.” the teacher deadpanned. “I had to wake you five times in my English class alone!”

Ah, more than five then. That was…

Not good.

“Sorry.” he fidgeted in his seat and figured he better elaborate as quickly as possible. “I didn’t mean that nothing was keeping me up, I meant nothing on earth was keeping me up.”

Mr. Lancer just stared at him.

“The stars, the moon. Any and all celestial bodies that can be viewed from here. That’s what keeps me up. If I could see it all during the day, I wouldn’t have this problem.”

Mr. Lancer let out a long sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, “Daniel, I generally like to encourage students to follow their passions but this is getting ridiculous.”

Danny just looked down to his lap instead of responding.

“You know you can’t be an astronaut for NASA if you fail out of high school right? Because if you keep sleeping through your lessons that’s what’s going to happen.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, just do better.”

Danny looked up and wasn’t quite sure what to make of that advice. If it was advice.

“If you want to reach your goals, now is the time to keep your nose to the grindstone. To set yourself up with good habits now, so they become second nature when you really need them as your further your education. You understand that don’t you?”

Danny nodded. He’d heard something similar from Jazz before.

“Good. Now I want you in my classroom after school today to make sure you understand today’s lesson.”

“But!” Danny started to protest but stopped himself. One day of detention was getting off easy. “Okay.”

“Excellent. I’ll see you at three.”

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After his detention intervention, Danny tried to resist the urge to watch the sky all night every night.

He limited himself as best he could.

He just went out for late-night flights anytime the moon changed phases.

Or whenever any astronomical event took place. Like the passing of a comet or a meteor shower. A conjuncture of their planetary neighbors. An eclipse, even if it wasn’t actually visible from his position on the earth.

Or whenever an important astronomical figure had a birthday. They were all important.

Or whenever there was an anniversary of a launched shuttle or satellite. Not just ones from NASA but any from Earth.

Only going out on these days cut down on his late-night excursions. Maybe not as many as the adults in his life would like, but there were less.

It’s not his fault the space race happened. You couldn’t really blame him for how active the universe was. It was silly and just plain ridiculous to do so.

Besides, he stopped going out on nights when it rained. Even though he could easily fly above the clouds and see, the idea of getting that close to the source of lightning didn’t sit well with him.

He figured it was understandable when he got irritated when Jazz blocked his way out on one of these nights. She didn’t seem to think so.

“Are you just going to stand there all night, or can I go?” he asked after she had sidestepped and blocked him from passing her. Again.

It was times like these that he missed being a skinny little twig. There was no way he’d be able to squeeze past her now.

“That depends,” she countered, “Where are you going?”

“For a walk.”

“Where to?”

“Just around.”

“What’s the lunchbox for?”

“Snacks.”

“You’re going out long enough to need snacks?”

“Maybe! What’s it to you?”

“Danny, I’m worried about you.”

“Why?” he asked trying his best not to sound super annoyed. Which he was.

She sighed, “This isn’t like you. Sneaking out nearly every night. The weight gain.”

“Hey!” how dare she chose now to notice that.

“Well?” she looked pointedly at his stomach, “It’s kind of hard not to notice.”

It was bad enough that Dash had started making fun of him for it now, he didn’t need her added criticism too.

“There’s nothing wrong with a little weight gain.”

“This happened pretty fast, Danny. It’s not healthy.”

“I’m fine, Jazz.” Just because the time he spent in the ghost zone didn’t translate properly didn’t mean anything. Sure he was glad he wasn’t missing for 14 years, or however long it took his second ghost childhood to happen, but this is the type of situation where it became annoying.

“Danny,” Jazz started but he quickly cut her off.

“If you don’t want me to eat, then fine!” he tossed his lunchbox on the counter, “Now could you please just get out of my way?”

“Please just talk to me.”

“About what?!”

Why wouldn’t she just let him leave? If he didn’t hurry he was going to miss it. He needed to be out there. Why was she not letting him go?

“Where do you need to be so badly?” she asked in a voice that was surprisingly still calm despite how irritated he was.

“Just outside. I’m not doing anything wrong. I just need to be outside.”

“Need to?”

“Yes! Now can you move?”

“Why are you so upset?”

Couldn’t she see how much she was hurting him? Maybe not? Did he need to give her an example? Fine, he could do that, “I don’t run into your room and rip all the pages out of your psych books, do I?”

“What? No? But what does that have to do with this?”

“That’s what you’re doing to me! Let me go! Please!” his chest hurt as he begged her. He didn’t want to use his powers if he didn’t have to but she was just making it so hard to resist. It would be so easy to just walk right through her like she wasn’t there. Like he wasn’t there.

But he’d kept his ghostliness a secret this long he could keep it for tonight too.

She searched him with her eyes, trying to find something but he didn’t know or care what, as long as it let him be with his stars. He’d do anything.

“Can I come with you?”

“Fine! Whatever!” he grabbed her hand and nearly ran to the front door.

He barely gave her enough time to grab her coat and slip in her shoes. She was lucky he didn’t just fly off then and there.

They walked in a hurried silence until they got to the park. There was a nice little spot away from everything that had become his go to spot.

Once they were there he let her hand slip out of his as he plopped onto the ground and finally looked up at the beautiful star-filled sky above.

He mentally connected the constellations together and felt the world settle back into place. Or maybe it was just him that was settling.

“Danny I’m sorry for bringing up your weight. I wasn’t trying to pick on you.”

He sighed but couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sky just yet, “It’s fine.”

“Is someone picking on you at school about it?”

“Do we have to talk about this right now?”

“Are you going to let me talk about it later?”

“No.”

“Then now it is.”

He flopped back so he was lying down, “Fine. Yes, but it’s whatever. I don’t even care.”

“It sounded like you cared in the kitchen.”

He folded his arms and really didn’t like how easy it was for her to worm her way into his head like that. She was much too good at this whole shrink thing.

Or maybe she was psychic?

“I guess it’s just a little raw.”

“Did this happen today?”

It happened today, and yesterday, and every day since he made the mistake of letting Dash catch him changing for gym class. That had been a few weeks ago when he was still able to conceal how he looked with his oversized clothes, but that didn’t work anymore because they fit him now.

He was honestly surprised she hadn’t heard about all his new nicknames through the overactive rumor mill of the school. He had very quickly gone from ‘Tiny Puny Baby Fenton’ to ‘Fudgy-Pudgy Piggy Fenton’.

It didn’t help that he had a naturally upturned nose.

It didn’t stop him from feeling self-conscious anytime he laughed for fear that he might accidentally snort instead.

It’s not like he could just stop eating at school! Lunch was important.

He finally looked away from the sky and rolled over on his side. He didn’t want the stars to see him like this. Luckily the moon was already out of view behind the buildings downtown.

“Did you tell anyone?”

“Why bother?”

“Danny!”

He sat up and glared at her, “Do you know what happened the last time I tried to call Dash out? I got detention and told that Dash couldn’t get in trouble because he’s good at football. He gets a free pass because he can throw a ball!” He took as deep a breath as he could and dug his nails into the dirt, his fingers threading their way blindly between blades of grass as he tried to keep his powers from reacting to his heightened emotions, “And what do I get? I get shoved as far as he can cram me into my own locker! He used to be able to get all of me in there but now I don’t fit and that only makes him laugh at me more!”

She pulled him into a hug and it wasn’t until his face was pressed against her shoulder, did he realize he was crying.

He let go of the earth and let the dirt fall through his intangible fingers before he wrapped his arms around her.

He came out here to feel better, not to cry.

After a while, Danny started to feel less sorry for himself as he took comfort from his sister. He readjusted so his head was resting on her shoulder and they sat side by side.

They sat in a comfortable silence up until Jazz broke it.

“Danny?” she started. He just hummed in acknowledgment so she could continue. “What did you mean when you said you needed to be out here?”

“Until I can go up there myself, I want to be here to see it.”

“That’s not a need Danny, that’s just a want.”

He sat up and faced her, “What are you getting at?”

“You want to be an astronaut, you want to see the stars. That’s not the same as needing to. Saying you need it makes you sound a little obsessive.”

“Mom and Dad wanted to prove ghosts existed and they worked every day at it until they did it. You called them obsessive too!”

“Not a great comparison for your case Danny. They are obsessive.”

“Well, what do you want me to do then? Never come out here and enjoy this? Never come out and remind myself why I want what I want?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then what are you saying?” And why are you saying it?

It’s not like there was anything she could do to change him. This was his Spark. If she tried to take his Spark…

He didn’t want to think about it.

“You just need to pull back a little is all. Yes, it’s nice to come out here and enjoy the view but you can’t do it so much that you end up sabotaging yourself.”

“I did pull back! I don’t come out every night and I don’t stay out as long anymore.”

“That’s a good start.”

“Oh my God, Jazz!” he stood up and dusted off his jeans, “If you’re going to be such a downer let’s just go home.”

“Danny,” she got up quickly as he started to walk back home. “You can’t just keep avoiding your problems.”

“I’m not avoiding my problems. I’m just avoiding you.” He said with a smirk as she caught up to him. “Besides, didn’t you say it’s not good to dwell on negative thoughts? I’m just keeping myself motivated with positive reinforcement.”

“Stargazing isn’t positive reinforcement.”

“It is if it makes me happy, so there,” he blew a raspberry at her for emphasis.

Maybe if he just told her about how Sparks worked she’d understand.

Of course, that would mean telling her his secret and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that.

Or if he’d ever be.

[aphmau-imagines]

Hi! I just stumbled across this blog and wowie I'm being pulled back into the swing of this fandom-If you're taking requests, maybe something with S1 Zenix? The reader being like his mentor alongside Garroth and they've been training him, while pining after him, and he actually does like them back but then he goes and betrays them? And it's just angst after he fights Garroth and they fight against him too? Thanks in advance! And if you don't want to do this, I get it too, don't worry!!

STOP BEING SO NICE IMMA CRY I- of course, anon! guessing this is MCD? i’m not that well informed on the series since it’s been a while, so i’m so so so sorry this is so shitty!

let me say this really snatched me out my comfort zone since

1. i’ve never written angst in my life

2. never written fight scenes

3. never written for zenix

but i really tried my best! feel free to hate me as you like :’D garroth and zenix don’t really fight in this, it’s actually just zenix vs reader so uh- this is very rushed because i don’t know how long this has been in my inbox and don’t wanna hold it any longer!!

if you don’t like it, tell me and i’ll re-do it! imagine under the cut as always~~

PLAYLIST : click me

In the end, I still love you | MCD! Zenix // GN! Reader

   “ come on, zenzie! you gotta try harder if you wanna beat me! “ you giggled, extending a hand to help your student. but, was he really a student? to you, he was like your best friend. sure, you’ve known garroth for much longer, but with zenix. . .

   “ GARROTH! “ [name] screamed, watching as the blond fell to the floor after taking a heavy blow to the shadow knight they once knew to be an introverted and kind soul.

   “ i’ll never leave you! you’re. . .you’re my best friend. “ it pained you to say that, but what could you do? you were a mentor, and he was just a student.

   “ pathetic. “ the man in front of you spoke, eyeing the blond’s figure with pure spite. yet, as his eyes landed on the [hair color]’s figure, he couldn’t help but feel a feeling he despised bubbling in his chest.

   zenix always had a soft spot for them. how could he not? because for the longest time, romantic feelings had blossomed. and it pained him. it pained him greatly to hurt the one he loved.

   “ zenix. . . “ the [species] stood, their eyes shadowed by their hair as their hands clench to fists. head raising slowly, the male of dark brown hair finally saw their eyes of [color] glaring at him. their hand tightened around their sword.

   “ the only pathetic one i see here. . . “ they started, picking their sword up as tears blurred their vision. “ IS YOU! “ they screamed, forcing their aching legs to dash to the shadow knight.

   “ i’d never hurt you! what kind of friend would i be if i harmed you? “ you huffed, taking a swig of water. garroth had finished his training long back, so it was only you and zenix, who was looking at you as if cupid had struck him multiple times.

   “ you’re gonna have to sometimes. “ the male shrugged. abruptly, you stop drinking the cool liquid. “ even if i was held at sword-point, i’d never! you’re very important to me, and friends don’t hurt each other. “ you said, sighing as you place the bottle of water down to instead grab your sword.

   “ up for another round? “ you raised a brow, smirking.

   swing after swing, [name]’s body ached. blood was gushing, and both the fighters were sure the [hair color] would either pass out of blood loss or even. . . lose their life.

   yet even as zenix continued to physically attack them, they made no effort to physically harm him back. instead, they attempted to weaken him. but it was no use.

   collapsing to the floor, [name] pants and gasps, lungs begging for oxygen. not even a second past before the tip of a blade was held at their neck.

   the world went silent.

   “ g-go on. sli- ( cough ) -ice my neck o-HoU-pen. “ [color] eyes weakly glare. “ .....why? “

   the question was so sudden it caught both off-guard. yet, zenix continued. “ why do you care so much about him? “ the male cleared up. “ ........ “ they didn’t have a specific response ready.

   seconds turned into minutes. “ .....beca-because i thought i c-could ( cough ) get rid of these ( hack ) feelings. i thought that m-maybe if i focused o-on ( hiccup ) other people, i’d stop l-lovi- ( hiccup ) -ng you. but no mat-matter how hard i tried, i-i couldn’t. i could stop thinking about y-you. dream ab-about you. want you. love you. “ tears slowly streamed down their face.

   they couldn’t even stand on their knees, falling onto the crimson-stained grass. zenix soon followed, both resting on their backs. the brunette blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears.

   weakly, [name] turned to face him. “ r-remember ( hiccup ) the time i-i promi-promised you tha-that we’d run o-off into a little cottage in t-the woods? “ they whispered.

   zenix nodded.

   “ when w-we'd play f-fight? “

   he nodded.

   “ i’d get y-you out of troub- ( wheeze ) -trouble? “

   yes. yes yes yes. how could he forget? and with every memory [name] recalled, he’d nod. until their voice slowly faded out. weak and bellow a whisper. with their remaining strength [ which wasn’t much ], they gave him a weak kiss on the cheek.

   “ in the end, i still love you. “

   that was the day [name] [last name] had died.

“ ZENZIE! “ a [soft/deep/raspy/etc.] voice exclaimed, the called male turning around only to spot his lover running to him with their bag slung loosely on their shoulder.

   “ [nickname]! “ the brunette smiled, arms wide as they jumped into them. “ i made you a bento so you don’t have to buy that weird food they sell. “ shuffling through their bag, [name] handed him the bento.

   “ thank you, boo. now, let’s get to class. “

[cycwrites]

Waking Aubrey - A Fic Tease

Waking Aubrey

A/N: For @smolletts 

Even though I’m a little early for the day of your birth, I’m 84 years past due on my Staubrey origin story. In an attempt to appease you, I give this likely unsatisfactory fic tease of a single scene as a poor attempt at an offering.

Aubrey visits and stays with the girls for their final Thanksgiving in the Bella house and causes a certain brunette a wee bit of confusion. Takes place during my as yet unwritten PP2 story, “About Damn Time” aka “Rise of Staubrey”.

Also on AO3

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Stacie carefully carried the giant brimming mug of coffee up the attic stairs, deliberately stepping on the one that creaked; it was something she usually avoided purely because scaring the shit out of Beca by materializing behind her was one of her favorite past times. But when she reached the top of the stairs, the figure was still asleep, half on her stomach at the edge of the bed, one hand drawn up to rest under her cheek. Stacie set the coffee down on the small table in the center of the only open floor space and made her way to the bed where she knelt and gently moved a blond lock of hair that was draped over Aubrey’s nose.

It was weird. This was a wake up process she had done a million times with Beca or Chloe over the past two years, but she found she was nervous. She told herself that it was because she didn’t know if Aubrey would be mad, which was true, but it was because she really was trying to do everything in her power to not make Aubrey uncomfortable this trip. It was the longest that Aubrey had spent at the house in over a year and they’d never been alone in it like they were this morning.

Not anything was going to happen. They’d had their moment years ago and Aubrey had made her stance clear, no matter what Beca and Chloe sometimes let slip when they were in a drunk Bella pile in this very bed. It was a declaration that Stacie had been more than fine with for almost a year and a half. But recently she’d felt something inside her changing, a wistful feeling that twisted through her when she’d find Chloe at the center table in the kitchen talking to Aubrey over Skype. She was doing her damnedest to ignore it but now Aubrey was here in the house for a week and Stacie was nervous for the first time in her life.

Realizing that she’d been staring at Aubrey, taking in the edges softened in sleep, Stacie forced herself back to the task at hand. If Aubrey woke up and caught her leering like a creeper, Stacie would never forgive herself.

“Aubrey.” She waited but all Aubrey did was purse her lips for a second before they went lax again and Stacie decided it was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen. (It edged out a sleepy Beca blindly grabbing the finger Stacie had been using to bop the end of her nose and cuddling it to her chest.) She used her tried and true method and gently ran her finger from between Aubrey’s eyes and down along the tip of her nose. “Aubrey.”

“Mfph.” Aubrey’s lips pursed again and she wrinkled her nose, making Stacie almost coo at how fucking cute she was.

Stacie hated to wake her for a variety of reasons, but she was under strict orders from Chloe on when it was to be done. She leaned closer, like she was afraid of being overheard. “Bree.” She ran her finger down Aubrey’s nose again, lightly tapping the end of it like she would a stubborn Beca. It was a nickname she used sparingly even in her own mind, bringing up memories of her dorm room and a single night behind closed doors. Without thinking she let her fingertips graze Aubrey’s cheek and cup it gently, something she could never do while Aubrey was awake and definitely shouldn’t be doing while she was asleep. Even as she went to pull her hand away, Aubrey’s hand slid from under her to cup the back of Stacie’s neck and tug gently. Startled into freezing she jerked her eyes up and found sleepy green ones smiling at her.

Too shocked to stop it as Aubrey pulled her down into a soft kiss.

Just like she had that morning after, before they were once again Captain and Bella. Soft lips, warm breath against her face from an even softer sigh as Aubrey pressed close. In the back of her mind Stacie realized she had been chasing kisses like this since then – in a general sense as she rarely had a ‘morning after’ anymore - but no one had ever made her feel like Aubrey had.

Like she was making Stacie feel right now.

Too overcome with feelings she thought didn’t exist to stop herself from closing her eyes and returning it for several long heartbeats before guilt slammed into her.

Trying not to jerk herself violently out of temptation range – the sudden urge to slip between sheets warmed by Aubrey’s body almost too strong to ignore – eased herself back to find Aubrey’s eyes were closed again and her breathing on the way to evening out. She was thankful she had a moment to pull herself together even as she berated herself for her kneejerk acceptance of the kiss. She knew it wasn’t something Aubrey would’ve done if she was awake. Hell, she didn’t even know if Aubrey really knew it was Stacie she was kissing.

What it would mean for either of them if she had.

Or what it would mean to Stacie if Aubrey thought she was someone else.

She sat back on her heels, trying to calm herself before she reached out to gently shake Aubrey’s shoulder. Arm’s length was better. Arm’s length would let her pretend until she was in her room and could sort out the maelstrom of her thoughts.

“Aubrey. You’re late for practice.” If she’d known the reaction she’d get, Stacie probably wouldn’t have picked that particular phrase. But it worked.

Aubrey’s eyes shot open and she flung the blankets back. Her feet were already swinging for the side of the bed and Stacie had to scramble to avoid them. She awkwardly crab-walked backward until she could get her legs out from under her but they still tangled together and she fell with a thump to her ass. Aubrey halted, wobbling at the suddenness of her get up and go becoming a hard stop, and looked down in confusion.

“Stacie?” She blinked as if Stacie would vanish. “Why are you in my room?” Stacie started to laugh and let herself fall back to the floor, needing the outlet for a variety of reasons. Aubrey looked around the room, the confusion still lingering. “This isn’t my room.”

“Nope.” Stacie crossed her hands on her stomach. “I’m sorry.”

Aubrey sat back down on the bed heavily, blinking at her. “For?” She shook her head. “What’s going on?”

“I’m an asshole.” Stacie sat up and crossed her legs. “I tried waking you up and when it didn’t work, I told you that you were late for practice and you practically kicked me in the face getting out of bed.” She looked up under lowered lashes and eyed Aubrey, wondering if she remembered that first attempt or not. And if Stacie should tell her if she didn’t.

“Oh.” Aubrey blinked at her then yawned. “Yeah, that’d do it.” She stretched and Stacie averted her eyes, not trusting herself with an Aubrey clad in an old Barden shirt and a pair of shorts. There was a lot of leg on display and the memory of them wrapped around her back was too close to the surface. “Holy shit!”

Stacie winced, sure that Aubrey had remembered the kiss. “Look, before you say anything…”

“I overslept!” Aubrey said it indignantly, her eyes locked on the clock beside the bed that said it was 9:30. “I never oversleep! The alarm is usually a ‘just in case’ factor. I’m always awake by 7.”

Stacie let out a breath and hoped Aubrey didn’t hear it. “That’s Chloe’s fault.” Aubrey looked at her, one brow high and Stacie grinned at the indignant familiarity of it. “She turned off your alarm when she got up for her early class and gave me strict instructions to wake you now if you weren’t up sooner.” She held up one hand as Aubrey gave out a grunt of annoyance. “She said you never get to sleep in as a fancy Director at the lodge, cause someone’s always needing something from you. And you’re on vacation and going to start it right.” She hesitated, her lips pursing. “And since you did sleep until now, I’m going to say she’s not wrong. You needed the extra rest - especially since we were all up semi late last night.”

Aubrey sighed, shoulders that had been ramrod straight relaxing. “She’s right. You’re both right.” Her lips twisted in a way that reminded Stacie of Chloe. “I hate it when that happens.”

“When people other than you are right?” Stacie felt on more solid ground with the teasing. It was familiar. Safe.

“Yes.” Aubrey said crisply then grinned. “Especially you two. The only way it’d be worse is if Beca was right too.”

Stacie rolled over and pushed herself to her feet. “Then you’re going to love this.” She took the coffee from the table and handed it to Aubrey. “Beca told me that if we’re going to let you sleep late, I need to bribe you with coffee so you don’t make us do cardio over the holiday.”

Aubrey laughed and carefully took the mug in her hands. “I hate how well you all know me.” She took a sip and her eyes closed in bliss. “Okay, no I don’t.” She opened one eye. “You got my blend, didn’t you?”

Stacie pulled out one of the two chairs at the table and sat down. “Beca did.” Distance.

“Chloe tell you how much cream and sugar?” Aubrey let her eye close again as she took another cautious drink.

“She didn’t have to,” Stacie shrugged. “I remembered.”

“You did?” Aubrey didn’t look up and Stacie tried not to wonder if that meant something.

“Sure. It’s how I take mine.”

“Oh.” Aubrey said again, this time sheepishly. “I forgot, I guess.”

“You’ve been running an entire lodge,” Stacie laughed. “You’ve got a lot of things crowding your brain.”

“I’ll say,” Aubrey muttered behind her cup before looking back over and smiling. “Thanks. For the coffee and letting me sleep in.”

“You’re welcome, Bree.” Stacie bit her lip much too late to stop the nickname from coming out. “They’ll both be back before lunch and the others later in the afternoon. Chloe thought we could all drive into town tonight for dinner instead of cooking, since we’ll be making so much on Thanksgiving.”

“That sounds great.” Aubrey set the mug down on the bedside table. “I hope I’m not keeping you from anything just to let me sleep in.”

“Nah.” Stacie shook her head. “I’m done with classes till after the holiday. Thought I’d keep you company.”

“Oh.” Aubrey said a third time and this one had the least inflection of them all and worried Stacie the most. Then Aubrey smiled and Stacie’s mind settled before it could race down a path that would lead her to thinking Aubrey would rather die than be alone with her. “Just like old times.”

If Stacie’s chuckle held more relief than amusement, Aubrey didn’t react. “Except this time I won’t have books spread across the counter while you make amazing pasta sauce from scratch.” She paused, considering. “I don’t suppose you’d give me the recipe for that?”

Aubrey sniffed. “Posens do not reveal their family secrets to just anyone, you know.” She lifted one brow as she narrowed her eyes. “Are you worthy of that trust? Many have tried. All have failed.” She was clearly trying not to smile and it was infectious.

Feeling giddy, Stacie lifted her hands. “I mean, I think so.” Aubrey hummed thoughtfully as she stood up and stretched again, her shirt riding up slightly on her stomach before Stacie could look away. Though, to be fair, it had been directly in her line of sight and surely she couldn’t be blamed if she made a comment about Aubrey’s tan, right? She cleared her throat and sighed dramatically. “Okay fine. I’ll settle for you making some before you leave so I can freeze the leftovers.”

Aubrey laughed. “That’s a deal, at least.” She turned toward the suitcase that was sitting on top of the dresser against the back wall to pull out neatly folded clothes. “I’ll think about the other.”

“I can live with that.” Stacie stood up and moved toward the stairs. “I’ll figure out your weaknesses later and bribe you with them.”

“Good luck,” Aubrey called after her. “I’ll come find you after my shower; you can tell me how things are going with the rest of the girls.” She looked over her shoulder when Stacie stopped at the top of the stairs to look at her. “Chloe and Beca have kept me updated, of course, but Chloe’s only a few steps away from a freak out and Beca…” She frowned, looking for the right word. “Beca’s distracted. It’s weird. I can’t put my finger on it.”

“You don’t think there’s anything wrong between them, do you?” Stacie knew her best friends were fine as a couple, but Aubrey also wasn’t wrong. There was definitely something else going on in the DJ’s head that Stacie hadn’t been able to figure out.

“No.” Aubrey said it immediately and with as much confidence as Stacie had in the fact. “But there’s…”

“Something.” Stacie finished for her. “Alright, I’ll be downstairs. No rush.” Aubrey smiled at her then turned back to the suitcase as Stacie made her way down the stairs.

For the moment, she had decided not to tell Aubrey about the kiss. Knowing her former Captain and one-time lover as she did, Aubrey was guaranteed to react with extreme embarrassment. It would likely make her uncomfortable in Stacie’s presence if she didn’t outright leave - and that was if she didn’t hold Stacie responsible for it. Stacie knew she’d confess what had happened at some point, it was the right thing to do.

But maybe not until she had worked through it herself.

[unholyhelbig]

[A/N: I finally updated "Dead Ivy" after a good year. Here is Chapter one if you haven't checked it out yet!]

Beca could feel the soil beneath her fingertips. It was soft, freshly overturned, and in a way, comforting. She was careful not to let her knees touch the ground- not privy to the dark stains that would splay against the fabric. The tree stood tall above her, stretching its large oak branches towards the pluming blue sky. A nice summer breeze tussled her hair, and she was sure that if she breathed in, she would smell freshly cut grass and chlorine from the neighbor’s pool.

The treehouse had long since been torn down to make room for her mother’s garden. Something that stood at the end of the fenced in yard. For a while, she grew tomatoes and zucchini. Beca could still remember the first red bulb that poked its head from the dirt. They made a salad from store-bought spinach and divided up the little thing, no bigger than a golf ball. It was still the best tomato that Beca had ever had.

She sighed at the hand that squeezed her shoulder gently. Her father smelled of aftershave and bourbon. His tie wasn’t fastened all the way to his white button down, and he had strung his suit jacket over his arm. He held a sad look that was shielded by the sun as Beca squinted at him. She pulled herself to her feet, feeling the age of her aching bones as she stepped back from the large oak tree and stared up at the branches.

“Do you remember when I fell out of this tree and broke my arm?” She asked.

Her fathers’ eyes crinkled at the memory as he gave her a sad smile. She had needed him to run beside her when he first took the training wheels off her bike. She had needed him when she learned how to drive and took out the Johnson’s mailbox. But when she dropped from a higher spot in the oak tree and felt something audibly snap, it was her mother that came to the rescue.

She had been clipping up sheets to the clothesline, claiming that the summer air was always better for stuff like that. A beautiful woman that would beam endlessly and cradle Beca in her arms with her stormy eyes and eerie calm. Beca needed that right now. Needed it to get through the handshakes and the hugs. The baked goods and casseroles that people deemed necessary when something like this happened.

“I do.” He chuckled wearily, “I got a call at work that something had happened. You scared the hell out of me that day, kid.”

Beca snorted at the nickname. She and her father had gotten along significantly better since she moved out on her own- took up a place and a prominent career across the country in Los Angeles of all places. She had, of course, taken time off work to come back for the funeral. To pull into the sleepy little Georgia town with a giant oak tree that shook in the summer breeze. She squinted at the bark, at the carving so crudely made by a grooved pocket knife.

C + B FOREVER & EVER

The second half was etched in different handwriting, something more elegant and thought out. It was funny, really. When they were kids, it was easier to think about the future in terms of relationships. Of course, they would always be with one another- they wouldn’t fathom being apart. But then college. Careers. Plane rides. Marriage, kids, and divorces. All inevitable. All anything but forever.

“She still lives around here, you know? Owns a little café in the far side of town.”

“That so?”

He grunted and sniffed away any feeling that still leaked in his voice. No one would question them for standing out here- but they still felt obligated to go back inside the old farm style house with the wrap around porch and the honeysuckle bushes. Beca didn’t know how he could still live here. “Yeah. You should pay her a visit while you’re here. I bet she’d like that.”

Beca simply nodded and let the tips of her fingers trace of the words that had been weathered over time, but they were still there. They had stood the test of time, unlike her treehouse. Unlike the little plants of tomatoes and zucchini that had rotted away to decaying vines that stretched like deadened ivy up the side of the fence.

“Right. Well, we should probably go back inside. The quicker we talk to everyone, the quicker they can go home and mourn their memories.”

It was a grim thing to say, but it was the truth, so her father let the words die in the air before sliding on the suit jacket to cover up the sweat stains against his dress shirt. She let her hand fall and looped it around his arm like he was escorting her down the carpeted floor of a chapel on her wedding day. Instead of white, she dawned black, though. And so, did he.

She thought that drinking and sadness walked hand and hand. It was why the only two bars in town did so well on any given night, and if things were bad, any given day. The other place, the snake eye, had karaoke on Friday nights and Beca didn’t think she was well equipped to listen to TLC, so she chose The Red Sun instead.

There were repurposed Christmas lights strung against the bottom of the counter, hot to the touch. A low rock ballad cracked over the loudspeaker. She wasn’t sure if the jukebox that changed light settings every few beats actually had a purpose or if it just ate up quarters. Either way, Beca Mitchell was in her own world.

She tilted her head back and let the bourbon burn on the way down. A nice and subtle sting that washed the taste of stale crackers out of her mouth. It was the only thing in her stomach- despite the spread that was now packed with tin foil in the fridge. Her father was drinking too, she was sure, at home in his study. The house was too quiet for her, though.

Beca felt a twinge of guilt in her gut.

She had ignored the last call from her brother. She was in the middle of the meeting, and at the time, the buzzing of her phone sounded louder than anything else in the world. She flushed instantly and clicked the side of the device before staring back down at her notes and sunk further into her seat.

He had died the next day, she had forgotten to call him back. A car accident and a drunk driver. Which, she supposed, defeated the purpose of being here- in this stupid some-hazy bar with nothing but time on her hands. She considered switching her flight to something earlier. But then reconsidered as quickly as the thought entered her mind. Her father needed her, at least for now.

“Beca Mitchell?” The voice startled her, it broke through the garbled focus of the next song. She blinked a few times and turned her head to the side. Stacie Conrad. She looked older, wiser even, but maybe that was the glasses. The smile on her face aged her, but in the best way. Still impossibly attractive, and confident, it seems. “Is that really you?”

“As I live and breathe.”

She winced at her use of words, but Stacie didn’t seem to notice as she quickly wrapped her in an awkward hug, Beca still half-sitting on a bar stool. Still, she craved the embrace and hugged back naturally.

“God, how are you?” She pulled away, “That’s a stupid question… I mean, as well as you can be, I hope.”

Before Beca could answer she lifted her hand in the air and signaled the bartender, the woman busied herself with preparing Stacie’s usual and pouring another sour edge of bourbon into Beca’s glass. She wasn’t sure if she would drink it or not, but she appreciated the sentiment behind it. Stacie settled into the seat next to her.

“I’m doing fine,” She finally managed, earning a detrimental look. “As well as I can be.”

The bartender set two glasses in front of them and Beca wrinkled her nose at it before focusing her attention on Stacie, the way her own drink looked like radioactive fluid. It was always the fruity things that packed the most punch. Not the gritty glass that she would be nursing for the rest of their conversation.

“I’m sorry to hear about him, you know.” Stacie finally said after a beat of silence.

Beca simply nodded. She was numb to the situation at this point. Her whole body felt like a lead pipe. She and Jason didn’t get along too well. He traveled the world and she resented him for that. But they played nice during the holidays and smiled for family pictures. He got divorced young, married even younger. It still ached her whole entire being.

“You and most of the town,” Beca chuckled dryly, begging for a change of subject. “I haven’t seen you in what? Eleven years?”

“Twelve. God, we’re old.”

She was thankful that her high school friend could take a keenly dropped hint. The two of them encircled the same click during those years. It was better than giving in to the southern tenacity of it all. They would smoke behind the bleachers and drink if they were feeling lucky. They usually were.

Beca caught a glimpse at the wedding band that took over Stacie’s finger. It was simple, not overstated with large diamonds. A simple one that was surrounded by two smaller stones. She smiled “You’re married now?”

She took another gulp of her fruity drink and hummed in response, instinctively twirling it around her ring finger. She got a goofy grin on her face and twirled slightly to make eye contact with Beca. Sure, she had seen the social media posts. The cute announcements and the picturesque scenes.

“Happily, at that, we invited you to the wedding, you know?”

“I know, I know. And I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.”

“S’alright,” Stacie said with a beaming smile “Rose loves the panini press.”

Beca scoffed and picked up her glass, chancing a sip of the molten liquid. It hissed as she swallowed, and she blinked away the residual prick of pain that collected behind her eyes. Stacie glanced behind her at the group of girls that she had come in with- doctors like her, she supposed. They all had that tired professional look that the woman beside her carried.

“Listen, uh, how long are you in town? I’d love a chance to catch up in a setting with better lighting.”

“A couple of weeks, at most. We have to settle his estate.” She grimaced at the technical term. “I’ll be around.”

“We’ll catch up, promise?”

She gave Beca a squeeze on her shoulder and a sympathetic smile, but she didn’t say it again and Beca was thankful for that. She watched as Stacie went to the four other colleges that were in her inner circle. They all asked questions and cast wary looks her way- she lifted the glass and gave a smile before turning back to the bartender. She was cleaning out a glass and eyeing her.

“Promise,” Beca mumbled, tipping her head back the rest of the way, finishing the glass of bourbon she hadn’t even ordered.

[cheapthrillsbeca]

The Baddest Mare or should it be Mare the Baddest 🤔,

First, I’m going to get a little personal and you totally don’t have to answer, but how’d your people come up with the name Mare? Is it short for something?

Second, I will be fine reading your AUs for forever cause they are all that good! I’m also very patient (yes, I am still invested in another bechloe fanfic that has lasted years between updates that is based on the tent scene, you may be able to guess it lol) so take your time if you need to

Third, now I most definitely will dress up! Is this like they wear their red carpet best or like low key so I can wear like a flannel and jeans or like super low key and I can wear my onesie lol (the onesie is a cat one that was a gift/too small for my sister lol I’d rather a different animal since I am sadly allergic to cats and now I’m rambling)

-Atafal

[The Baddest Mare or should it be Mare the Baddest 🤔] - lmao take your pick!

oh yes, it's a nickname! i don't put my full name on here, but ppl do call me mare irl too :)

i appreciate your patience! i can't believe i've been writing this since july... i'm going to have to re-read it before starting the next chapter -- i'm sure i've forgotten some little things! and i share your patience for that years-long fic you mentioned that we don't even have to name lol

i was JUST thinking ab if beca and chloe are going to wear the red carpet looks to the party or change... will have to give it some thought bc that will affect something else that happens later. wait i might have /just/ gotten an idea....

but either way i support you wearing the onesie -- sounds cute!!

[bechloeislegit]

2020 BeChloe (Mini)Fic Month - Chapter 4

CRASH

Beca Mitchell was riding high on life. After her grandmother died, Beca was able to see and talk to her. And, the most significant high was knowing that her grandmother finally got to see her perform with her acapella group, The Barden BAs. She was also getting closer to her ex-best friend Chloe. Then someone from Chloe's past comes back into Chloe's life. And, Beca's not sure how to feel about that. Special A/N: This is my 300th Post here on Tumblr. I want to thank everyone for reading my stories. It means to the world to me.

{This picks up from Week 3's prompt "Afterlife."}

The Saturday afternoon following the State Championships, Beca, Stacie, and Fat Amy walked into their favorite diner for a quick lunch together.

"Oh, sorry," Beca said, when she jerked open the door, causing someone to stumble out.

"It's okay," a familiar voice said as she let go of the door and it closed behind her.

"Oh, hey, Aubrey," Beca said. "Sorry, I didn't see you coming out."

"No worries," Aubrey said. "I've been meaning to congratulate you on winning State. Chloe hasn't stopped talking about how great you guys were."

"Thanks," Stacie and Fat Amy said.

"It was a great night," Beca said. "Everyone stepped up and did everything exactly right."

"Chloe was just telling me," Aubrey said, throwing her thumb over her shoulder to point inside the diner. "Again."

"Chloe's here?" Beca asked, looking inside.

"Yeah, she's here," Aubrey said. "She's on the left by the window."

Beca looked where Aubrey said and furrowed her brows. Chloe was there, but so was some guy, and they were looking rather cozy.

"Who's that with her?" Beca asked.

"That's Crash," Aubrey said.

"Crash? Is that his name?" Beca scoffed.

"It's a nickname his friends gave him," Aubrey said.

"Who is he to Chloe?" Stacie asked.

"Ex-boyfriend," Aubrey said. "He and Chloe dated last summer for about two months."

Beca furrowed her brow and looked over at Chloe and Crash, leaning toward each other as they talked. Beca sighed and looked down at the floor.

"He's hot, but he doesn't look like Chloe's type," Fat Amy said.

"And what is Chloe's type?" Beca asked.

"You know, guys like Tom, or Chicago. The clean-cut sports jock type. He looks like the bad boy type. All broody and tattooed. What is it about him that attracts her?" Beca and Stacie looked at Fat Amy. "What? I'm just curious."

"He reminds her of-" Aubrey stopped, and she looked at the girls; the girls stared back at her.

"Reminds her of what?" Stacie asked.

"Not what, who," Aubrey said.

"Okay, he reminds her of who?" Stacie corrected.

"Um, let's just say he reminds her of someone she had a huge crush on and leave it at that," Aubrey said. Beca looked at Aubrey with a raised eyebrow. Aubrey shook her head. "She told me as her best friend, and I've already caused a lot of trouble spilling a secret I shouldn't have. I've learned my lesson and will leave it for Chloe to tell you if she wants to."

Aubrey faced Beca and looked her in the eye. "Speaking of spilling secrets. Beca, I haven't really apologized for outing you. And I want you to know that I am sorry I did, and I'm also sorry for all the pain it caused you. I know you said you forgave me, but I hope you can forgive Chloe, too."

"I already have," Beca said. "We're working on renewing our friendship, and we're okay. At least I think we are." Beca couldn't help but glance over at Chloe and Crash again.

"I'm glad," Aubrey said. "I know she missed you like crazy and hated that we were so mean to you."

"Yeah, well," Beca said. "I didn't make it easy for her or you to be nice to me."

"Can we start over, too?" Aubrey asked. "Chloe's my best friend, and we'll probably be seeing each other a lot. I'd like to hang out with you and Chloe sometime if you'll let me."

"I'm good with that," Beca said. Aubrey started to walk away, and Beca stopped her. "Um, do you want to join us? I don't think anyone would mind."

"Yeah, Aubrey," Stacie said. "Join us. It'll be fun."

"I appreciate the invitation, but I have to get home," Aubrey said. "Congratulations again on the win."

"Thanks," the three girls said and entered the diner.

Beca stopped just inside the door and stared over at Chloe sitting with her ex-boyfriend. Chloe looked up and waved them over when she saw them. The guy turned and looked at them over his shoulder. He turned back and said something to Chloe and started to get up; Chloe grabbed his hand and shook her head. Crash sat back down.

Beca followed Stacie and Fat Amy over to the table.

"Hey, guys," Chloe said. "Join me, I mean, us. This is my friend, Crash. Crash this is Stacie Conrad, Fat Amy, and Beca Mitchell. They're members of the Barden BAs I was just telling you about."

"It's nice to meet you, girls," Crash said. "Congratulations on winning the championship."

"Thanks," Stacie said. "It's nice meeting you, too."

"Where have you been hiding this sexy piece of man candy, Chloe?" Fat Amy asked, causing Beca to scoff.

Chloe looked at her, and Beca blushed. "He lives in Atlanta," Chloe said, watching Beca.

"Yeah," Crash said, looking at Chlo. "I consider Chloe the one that got away. She's something special."

Chloe blushed and looked down at the table. Beca took the opportunity to really look at Crash. He was cute, she guessed, and she knows she just met him, and she also knows she doesn't like him.

"So, what broke you two up?" Beca asked Crash. "Did you cheat on her?"

"Beca," Chloe admonished.

"It's okay, Chlo," Crash said quickly, covering Chloe's hand with his own. He turned to Beca. "No, I didn't cheat on her. I would never do that. Chloe broke up with me because she liked someone else. And as much as it pained me, I couldn't force her to be with me if she felt something for someone else. It's not my style."

"Hmmph," Beca said, causing Chloe to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

Chloe looked up to see Beca staring at her. Chloe smiled, and Beca looked away.

Chloe sat back and got lost in her thoughts, "Beca acts like she doesn't like Crash. But why wouldn't she like him? Is it because she's jealous that Crash and I dated? And, if she is jealous, does that mean she likes me?" Chloe smiled.

"Chloe," Stacie said, causing Chloe to look at her. "The waitress is waiting for you to order."

"Oh, sorry," Chloe said, shaking her head. "I was, uh, just thinking about what I wanted."

Chloe gave her order, and the waitress left the table.

~~ Crash ~~

"Where did you two meet?" Stacie asked. "I haven't seen you around Barden."

"Like Chloe said, I live in Atlanta," Crash said. "We met at a party there."

"Why are you in Barden now?" Fat Amy asked.

Beca tuned the conversation out and sat with her shoulders slumped, elbows on the table, frowning at her hands clasped together in front of her face. Chloe was smiling as she listened to Stacie and Fat Amy talk with Crash. She looked over to Beca, and her smile fell. Chloe reached across the table and took one of Beca's hands, pulling it away from her face.

"Hey, are you okay?" Chloe asked, her voice quiet so as not to bring attention to Beca being so quiet.

Beca pulled her hand away and sat up straight. She nodded, giving Chloe a half-smile. "I'm fine."

Chloe was a little hurt that Beca pulled her hand away, but let it go because she didn't want to cause a fuss and bring attention to Beca.

The group finished eating, and Beca, Chloe, Stacie, and Fat Amy stood to leave. Chloe had only gotten a few feet away when Crash called her name.

"Beca, can you wait for me?" Chloe asked. At Beca's nod, Chloe went back to where Crash stood to wait for her.

Beca looked back over her shoulder, her brows furrowed as she watched Chloe and Crash. She swallowed and faced forward when Chloe hugged Crash and kissed him on the cheek.

Beca watched the ground as she walked. Wondering why seeing Chloe with Crash bothered her so much. She nearly tripped over her own feet when Chloe was suddenly by her side, wrapping a hand around her arm.

"Careful there, Beca," Chloe said, tightening her grip to keep Beca from falling.

"So, uh, what did Crash want?" Beca asked.

"He asked me out," Chloe said. Beca stopped and looked back to find Crash watching them.

"What, um, what did you say?" Beca asked, turning her gaze back to Chloe.

"I told him no," Chloe said, pulling Beca to start walking again.

"Really?" Beca asked, surprised. "Why?"

"For the same reason, we broke up," Chloe said. "I still have feelings for someone else." Chloe smiled and stopped walking. "So, I was wondering if you could give me a ride home? My mom dropped me off, and Crash offered, but I think the ride home would be uncomfortable since I turned him down."

"Um, that makes sense," Beca said. "Sure, I can give you a ride."

"Thanks, Beca," Chloe said, kissing her cheek.

Beca blushed but couldn't help the dopey smile that was on her face.

~~ Crash ~~

At school the following Monday, the Barden BAs were enjoying lunch together when Aubrey came over to the table.

"Hey, Brey," Chloe said in greeting. "Care to join us?"

"Sure," Aubrey said, as Stacie moved over to give her space.

"Hey, Aubrey, we were talking about catching a movie on Friday night," Beca said. "If you're not busy, you're welcome to join us."

CR, Jessica, and Ashley all looked at Beca with raised eyebrows.

"Did you two bury the hatchet?" Jessica asked. "You know, since the incident?" Jessica used her fingers to make air quotes when she said the incident.

"Yeah," Beca said shrugging. "I'm over the incident, and we're going to be seeing each other a lot more since Chloe and I are friends again."

"In that case, Aubrey, you should come with us," Ashley said.

"I'm all for it," Chloe said, smiling.

"I'd love to go," Aubrey said. "Thanks, Beca."

Beca shrugged and bit into her sandwich.

"What are you going to see?" Aubrey asked.

"We haven't decided yet," Stacie said.

"I want to see a romantic comedy," Chloe said.

Beca sniggered and said, "Big surprise there, Beale."

Chloe slapped Beca's arm, saying, "Watch it, Mitchell. Or I'll find a horror movie for us to see."

The smile fell from Beca's face. "You wouldn't dare. You know I hate them."

"Try me," Chloe retorted.

"Don't like the scary stuff, Beca?" Ashley asked.

"No, I just don't like scary movies that are not scary," Beca said. "It's usually just a bunch of jump scares and stupid girls with big boobs bouncing around on the screen. I'd rather sit through a boring, predictable rom-com."

"With you being gay and all, I thought you'd like to watch the big boobs bouncing around on the screen," Fat Amy said, causing the other girls to laugh.

"I'm not saying that doesn't have its merits," Beca said with a grin. "But I know that as soon as those boobs go bouncing across the screen, she's dead."

"So, then what shall we go see?" Chloe asked.

"I don't see anything good worth seeing," Stacie said, looking at her phone. "Maybe we should get together at Beca's and watch movies on Netflix or something."

"Why my house?" Beca asked.

"You're the only one with a big-screen TV," Stacie said. "We could make it a sleepover."

"She's right, Beca," Chloe said. "Your house is the best choice. Plus, we used to have sleepovers all the time. It'll be like old times."

Beca sighed and looked around at all the expectant faces. "Fine. I'll ask my dad tonight."

"Yes!" Fat Amy yelled, gaining half the cafeteria's attention.

"It will just be for us, the Barden BAs," Beca said quickly. "And Aubrey. No one else, Amy."

"Why do you get to invite Aubrey, and we can't invite someone?" Fat Amy whined.

"Because one, it's my house," Beca said. "And two, we already invited her to the movies. It wouldn't be very nice to exclude her just because we changed where we're watching a movie."

"Thank you, Beca," Chloe said, smiling.

"Yes, thank you, Beca," Aubrey said.

~~ Crash ~~

After lunch, Beca and Stacie were walking to their next class together.

"You sure have changed your tune with Chloe and Aubrey," Stacie told Beca. "The way you guys sniped at each other all the time, I thought you'd be mad at them forever.'

"I got tired," Beca said. "Being mean to them was exhausting. Plus, I, um." Beca stopped and looked around before continuing. "I like Chloe."

"You mean as in like like?" Stacie asked.

"Yeah," Beca said. "But, you can't say anything to anyone, okay?"

"I won't," Stacie said. Stacie thought for a minute and then asked, "Did you like Chloe when you were in eighth grade, and she told Aubrey your secret?"

"Yeah," Beca said and looked to the ground. "She's the one who made me realize I liked girls."

"So, you've liked her all this time?" Stacie asked.

"Yes," Beca said. "I didn't realize how much until I saw her with that Crash guy."

"You were jealous," Stacie stated.

"Yes," Beca replied. "I didn't know why at first, but then it hit me that I still had feelings for her."

"Are you going to tell her?" Stacie asked.

"I don't know," Beca said. "I mean, we just became friends again, and I don't want to mess that up."

"You have to tell her," Stacie said. "I think you'll be surprised by her response."

"What? You think Chloe likes me?" Beca asked, shaking her head. "I don't think so."

"I think so," Stacie said. "I see the way she looks at you when you're not looking. It's a lot like how you look at her when you think she's not looking."

Beca stood there, staring at Stacie, but didn't say anything.

"I have to get to class," Stacie said as the bell rang. "Tell Chloe before she decides Crash is worth her time again."

Later that night, Beca received the okay to have the sleepover. She texted all the girls to let them know.

"Make me a list of snacks, and I'll pick them up when I go to the store on Thursday," Sheila told Beca.

"Okay," Beca said. "I'll ask the girls what they want. We'll also probably order pizza for delivery."

"I'll pay for it," Warren said. "My contribution for you girls winning the State Acapella Championship."

"Thanks, Dad," Beca said. "I'll let the girls know."

~~ Crash ~~

At lunch the next day, the conversation was on the sleepover. Emily joined the girls.

"I'm really excited about the sleepover," Emily said. "When did you decide to do that?"

"Yesterday at lunch," Beca said and looked around the table. "I need to give Sheila a list of snacks, so let me know what you want by the end of school on Wednesday. And my dad said he'd treat us to pizza."

"Wow!" Aubrey said. "That's very nice of him."

"We should each bring something," Stacie said. "I mean, your dad is letting us have it at your house, he shouldn't have to pay for all our food and snacks."

"He doesn't mind," Beca said. "He offered."

"How about we bring the snacks we like," Emily suggested. "Then all we'll need is pizza and drinks."

"That's a good idea," Chloe said. "What do you think, Beca?"

"That does sound like a good idea," Beca said. "Thanks, Emily."

"No problem," Emily said. "So, what time should we be at your house on Friday, and do we need to bring sleeping bags or something?"

"Everyone should be there around six," Beca said. "And bringing a sleeping bag isn't a bad idea. And pillows. We have some but probably not enough for everyone."

~~ Crash ~~

Chloe and Aubrey left the cafeteria together to walk to their next class.

"Beca's stepping up with this being friends again," Aubrey commented.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "It's nice to be a part of her world again."

"So, are you going to tell her you like her?"Aubrey asked.

"We're back to a good place," Chloe said, chewing her lip. "I don't want to do anything that will mess that up."

"She likes you," Aubrey said. "I don't think you'll mess anything up."

"I know she says she forgives me for breaking her confidence," Chloe said. "But I don't feel like she trusts me yet."

"Chloe, she left you in charge of her precious Barden BAs when she was in New York," Aubrey said. "She trusts you."

"But, what if I tell her and she doesn't feel the same way?" Chloe said. "I wish I could have been as brave as she was back in eighth grade. Then this wouldn't even be an issue."

"Chloe, I've seen the way she looks at you and acts around you," Aubrey said. "She likes you. You need to tell her before someone else comes along and snatches her up."

"Maybe I'll tell her at the sleepover," Chloe said.

"I think that would be a great idea," Aubrey said.

~~ Crash ~~

Friday was finally here, and the girls were settled in the basement, discussing what movie to watch. Chloe was sitting next to Beca, and Beca could sense some nervousness coming from her.

"Are you okay?" Beca asked, leaning her head toward Chloe, so only Chloe could hear her.

"Yeah, I'm, uh, I'm fine," Chloe said.

"Okay," Beca said and got quiet for a moment. "I was wondering if we could talk later. Just the two of us."

Chloe's head shot up, and she looked at Beca. "Um, sure," Chloe said. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Beca said quickly. "Everything's fine."

"Okay," Chloe said and settled back to watch the movie.

Chloe became fidgety and finally whispered to Beca, "Can we talk now? I'm kind of scared of what you want to talk about."

A brief smile came to Beca's lips. "I'm kind of scared, too."

"What?" Chloe asked.

"I'm kind of scared to talk to you," Beca said. "Things could really change between us."

"That's it," Chloe said, grabbing Beca's hand and pulling her up. "We're talking now."

"Shhh," a few voices called out.

Chloe ignored everyone and pulled Beca upstairs and out the back door. Beca stopped and changed direction. She pulled Chloe over to the porch swing and sat; Chloe sat as well.

"Before I say anything else," Beca said, turning her head to look at Chloe. "I have a question."

"Okay," Chloe said. "Ask me."

"This person you have feelings for," Beca said. "Are they serious feelings?"

Chloe swallowed and said, "Yes, they are."

"That's what I was afraid of," Beca said and stood to walk away.

Chloe grabbed Beca's arm.

"That's it?" Chloe asked. "That's what you wanted to talk about?"

"Your answer made anything else I had to say pointless," Beca said.

"Why?" Chloe asked. "What else did you have to say?"

Beca let out a sigh and looked at Chloe. "If you had said that your feelings were just a crush and nothing serious, I was going to ask you if you might-" Beca lowered her head and her voice as she continued, "...want to go out with me."

"What was that?" Chloe asked, not sure she heard Beca right.

Beca let out a frustrated sigh. "I like you, and I was going to ask if you wanted to go out with me."

Chloe's eyes widened. "Yes."

"What?" Beca asked.

"Yes, I want to go out with you," Chloe said, smiling and taking Beca's hands in hers. "You're the one I have feelings for, Beca. I have for a while."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" Beca asked.

"I realized that I liked you about the time you started hating me," Chloe said with tears in her eyes. "I don't blame you for that. I hated me, too."

"Come here," Beca said, pulling Chloe into a hug. Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca and laid her head on Beca's shoulder.

Beca and Chloe stood holding each other for a few minutes when they were startled by someone clearing their throat.

"Sorry," Aubrey said. "The girls wanted snacks."

Beca looked through the kitchen window to see the girls staring back at her with smiles on their faces. Stacie gave Beca a thumbs up. Beca laughed and looked at Chloe.

"We'll talk about that date later, okay?"

Chloe smiled and nodded. "Definitely."

Beca took Chloe's hand and led her back inside.

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Sorry for leaving it here, but I don't know what the next prompt is going to be, so I had to leave it the end open to be able to continue the story. At least there is some light at the end of the tunnel for my favorite couple.

[safespacing]

❓20 questions tag❓

Thank you to the lovely Beca @justalarryblog for tagging me again, these games are so fun, please don‘t ever stop!

Name: Jasmin

Nickname: Jas or Jassy

Zodiac sign: sun: scorpio , moon: aquarius , ascendent: sagittarius

Height: 5‘2

Languages: German, English, French, basics in Italian (and Latin, but that‘s not really a language tbh, it‘s just weird)

Nationality: German

Favourite season: Summer (and late spring and early fall, it just has to be warm)

Favourite flower(s): that‘s a tough one, I love all flowers, but probably sunflowers and a very cliché one: roses

Favourite scent: sandelwood and lavender

Favourite color: black? (and for everyone who thinks black is not a real color and I have to pick another one: blue!! all shades really)

Favourite animal: cats

Favourite fictional character: probably have to go with Christina Yang from Grey‘s Anatomy

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: that‘s not fair, I can‘t decide :( it depends on my mood!

Average hours of sleep: 7 - 9 I‘d say (probably more on my days off)

Dog or cat person: okay, so I had a dog and I still have a cat and I love both so much it hurts but I have to say cat person

Number of blankets you sleep with: always at least 2

Dream trip(s): my dream trips were always Australia and New Zealand and I‘ve ticked that off 2 years ago, so now I‘d love to go to Japan! (also Ireland and Iceland and pretty much every country there is)

Blog established: I don‘t know the exact date but it was in 2015 between January and April I think

Number of followers: wow, I don‘t know that, I checked that a few month back for the last time, I don‘t really care how many there are but I love them really much and I bet every single one is very nice, too (if you follow me: come chat, I‘d love to get to know a few more of you)

Random fact: I really love medicine and all kinds related to health and our body, so I‘d love to someday work in that field, but I‘m broke atm so I‘m working my ass off at a job I don‘t really like. As soon as I have enough money I‘m gonna go study something I love and I‘m already so excited for that it makes me tear up.

Okay, so that was it! I‘m not gonna tag 20 people lol, but here are a few: @winningziam @runaway-train-works @lepetitzrince @disgruntledkittenface @allwaswell16 (feel free to do it even if you‘re not tagged! and of yourse to not do it even if you‘re tagged!) 💚💙

[massivedrickhead]

If you’re still taking prompts what about one where Beca finds out she has a heart condition and without a transplant could/will die, so rather than fighting for Chloe she lets her go so that she can have a happy life with Chicago. Only Aubrey, who Beca confided in, can’t bring herself to keep the secret from Chloe knowing that her best friend has been in love with Beca for several years. Refusing to deny Chloe the chance of being with the one she really wants, she tells her the truth.

This turned out way longer than I planned, I just hope it’s good.

Beca pulled out her phone as soon as she climbed into the back of the Uber, her other hand running absentmindedly against her chest, as if she could massage away the constant ache that was there.

“Patient or visitor?” The driver asked.

“Sorry?” Beca asked, tearing her eyes away from her phone. 

“I picked you up from the hospital. Are you a patient or a visitor?”

“Uh, neither,” Beca said, lying easily as she looked back at her phone. “My friend works there and I met her for lunch.”

“Oh cool,” he said. “What does your friend do?”

Beca tried not to roll her eyes. “Cardiologist,” she replied. 

“Cool, cool,” he said, nodding. “So, you single?”

“I have a girlfriend,” she said, lying again. “Am I cool to make a call?”

“Oh, yeah no problem,” he said, sounding disappointed.

She hadn’t planned on calling anyone now, but she didn’t want to deal with the nosey Uber driver for much longer. So she called Chloe and, of course, the redhead answered almost immediately.

“Hey!” Came Chloe’s bubbly voice on the other end of the phone. “How are you?”

“Uh, yeah I’m alright. Listen, are you free tonight?” Beca asked, her stomach twisting slightly as she crossed her fingers hoping Chloe would say yes.

“No, sorry, I’m out with Chicago tonight,” Chloe replied, sounding genuinely sorry. “Why?”

“Oh, no reason. I just felt like going for a drink,” Beca said, heart sinking. “Have a good night.”

“Will do, thanks.” Chloe paused. “Are you okay? You sound weird.”

“Yeah I’m fine. I’d better go but I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” Beca said. 

“Okay sure,” Chloe said. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

Beca hung up the phone and sat back in her seat, looking out the window. 

A jolt of pain shot through her chest again and she winced. 

She’d been hoping to tell Chloe tonight. She had a lot of stuff she needed to tell Chloe.

She picked up her phone again and called Aubrey.

Ever since the blonde had moved to New York a few months ago, the two had gotten close. They’d previously only spent time together outside of the Bellas because they had a mutual love of Chloe’s company. When Chloe started spending more of her time with Chicago, Beca and Aubrey just started hanging out together.

“Hello Beca.”

“Hey Aubrey. What are you doing right now?” Beca said, realising she couldn’t wait until tonight. 

“Nothing really, just working from home. What’s up?” Aubrey asked.

“Can you come over?” 

There must have been something in Beca’s voice, because Aubrey didn’t question her further. She just said “sure, see you in like 30 minutes” before ending the call.

The car pulled up outside Beca’s Brooklyn apartment, and she got out after shooting a quick “thanks” to the driver. 

She paced her tiny apartment until she heard Aubrey’s sharp and familiar knock against her door.

“Hey,” she said, letting Aubrey in. 

“Hi,” Aubrey said, looking concerned. “What’s going on?”

“Um… I don’t really know how to say it,” Beca said, running a hand through her hair. The pain in her chest was increasing her anxiety even more. 

“Sit down,” Aubrey said. Beca sat on the edge of her bed and put her head in her hands. “Take a deep breath and just tell me when you’re ready.”

Beca nodded put kept her head in her hands.

“I’ve been to the hospital,” she said, not looking at Aubrey. “I’ve… They just diagnosed me with a heart condition.”

“Shit,” Aubrey breathed out. She sat beside Beca on the bed and put a hand on her leg, which had been bouncing up and down. “So, what does this mean?”

“Well they told me a lot of scary shit but essentially I…” She swallowed hard, her voice shaking slightly. “I need a transplant.” 

“Jesus, Beca,” Aubrey said. “Did… Did they say how long you can wait?”

“About a year, give or take a few months,” Beca said, and she heard Aubrey let out a shaky breath beside her. 

“I’m so sorry Beca. This… This really fucking sucks.”

Beca let out a teary laugh. “It really fucking does.”

“But we’re gonna be here for you, you know that right? All of us,” Aubrey said. “You’ll just have to be careful when you tell Chloe, she’s probably gonna try and buy you a heart on the black market or something.”

Beca’s stomach twisted at the thought of telling Chloe. 

“Aubrey… Chloe… I’m… I’m in love with her,” Beca said, finally spilling the secret she’d held onto for years. 

“I know, Becs,” Aubrey said, sadly. “You know, you should tell her. She might… reciprocate.”

Beca laughed again but this time without humour. She shook her head.

“I’m not doing that to her. She’s happy with Chicago. They’re engaged for fucks sake. They live together. I’m not telling her ‘oh I’m in love with you and by the way I have about a year to live.’ Even if she does feel the same, I’m not gonna put her through that. She has a chance to be happy with Chicago and I’m not gonna ruin it.”

“Beca you should let that be her decision,” Aubrey said, her heart breaking slightly. 

Beca shook her head again. “I’m not doing it. Even if I get the transplant and it’s a complete success, it’ll give me maybe another 8 or 9 years if I’m lucky. Best case scenario, I’ll make it to my 30s and she’ll have to start over again. You can’t tell her, Aubrey. Promise me.”

Aubrey sighed. “I promise.”

Aubrey stayed and talked with Beca for a few more hours before leaving her to get some rest.

Having talked and cried for hours with Aubrey, Beca was exhausted. She changed and crawled into bed and fell asleep almost immediately, trying not to think about the ticking time bomb in her chest.

It felt like seconds later that Beca heard a knock at her door, but when she jolted awake the room was dark. She checked her phone and saw it was 9pm. They knocked again.

“Just a sec,” she called, flicking on a lamp before answering the door. Chloe was standing there with a worried expression. “What’s up?” Beca asked, stepping aside to let her in.

“You sounded weird on the phone earlier,” Chloe said. 

“I thought you were going out with Chicago tonight?” Beca asked rubbing her eyes to wake herself up.

“We were out, but I was worried about you,” Chloe said. “I asked him to drop me off on the way home.”

“Oh, you should have just called, I’m fine. I feel like you’ve had a wasted journey,” Beca said, her stomach twisting again at the lie.

“Beca,” Chloe sighed. “Come on. This is me you’re talking to, remember? I know when something’s wrong.”

“Have you spoken to Aubrey?” Beca asked, worrying about what the blonde might have told her.

“No? Should I have?” Chloe asked. Her confusion seemed genuine and Beca felt a small wash of relief.

“No,” Beca said. “She was here earlier, I thought she might have called you.”

“What’s going on Becs?” 

The use of the nickname combined with her soft voice and the scared look on Chloe’s face finally made Beca break. 

Through tears and stops and starts, Beca told Chloe about her appointment with the doctors. About the list of mediation she now had to take. About the length of time she had left unless she got that transplant.

Chloe cried with her, but was far more composed than Beca had expected. Chloe was devastated, but she was also calm and reassuring. 

At one point she sent a text to Chicago to let him know she would’t be home, and she crawled into bed beside Beca. Wrapping her in her arms the way she used to when she still lived there.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she said softly, brushing the hair from her face. “I’m gonna be with you the whole time.”

And to her credit, she was.

She took Beca to all her appointments, and stayed with her no matter how long the wait was.

She helped her keep track of all her medication and drove her to the pharmacy when she needed to get more.

When Beca was too sick to get out of bed, she’d come over and cook for her and stayed until she fell asleep.

And Beca fell more and more in love.

It lead to some heated arguments with Chicago, who felt like Chloe was being taken advantage of, and that she cared more about Beca than about him, but Chloe didn’t care. 

Beca was her best friend, and she loved her.

She really loved her.

When Beca collapsed in the grocery store and was rushed to hospital, Chloe was person they called. She was Beca’s emergency contact.

Aubrey arrived soon after Chloe, and what she saw upon entering Beca’s room broke her heart.

Beca was lying unconscious in the hospital bed, various tubes and wires attached to her. The beeping of her heart on the monitor was erratic, as if it was struggling to carry on beating.

Chloe was beside her, clutching her hand, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“I thought she had more time,” Chloe said, her voice breaking. 

Aubrey swallowed the lump in her throat and sat in the empty seat beside Chloe.

“What did the doctor say?”

“She might pull through but,” Chloe sniffed and wiped her eyes, “but this might be it. Even if she does wake up, she needs that transplant soon.”

“Don’t give up on her yet,” Aubrey said, her own tears falling. “She’s strong. She’s stubborn.”

Chloe nodded, and so they waited.

“She’s in love with you, you know,” Aubrey said after a few hours of waiting. It was 11pm and her voice was hoarse and tired. 

Chloe, who had been lightly tracing the tattoo on Beca’s wrist with her finger, froze.

“What?” She whispered.

“Beca’s in love with you. She made me promise not to say but… But I know how you feel about her. I can see it. I can see how much you love her. The way you look at her… the way you talk to her, the way you talk about her. I can see it,” Aubrey said. “I want you to be happy. I want you both to be happy. You don’t love Chicago, not in the same way.”

“Why didn’t she tell me?” Chloe choked out. “We could have been together. We could have had all this time together!”

“Because she’s dying,” Aubrey said. “She thought you were happy with Chicago and she didn’t want to ruin that.”

Chloe shook her head, tears spilling out again. “Why are you telling me now, when it’s too late?”

“I’m sorry,” Aubrey said. “You just… You deserve to know the truth, while she’s still alive. I should have told you sooner but I… I thought she had more time too.”

A man cleared his throat and the two women jumped.

“Sorry to interrupt but, we’re going to need to take her to surgery now.” A man in a white coat was standing by the door and several other doctors and nurses came in. “We found a donor and we have to move quick.”

Chloe didn’t want to let Beca’s hand go, but she knew she had to. She kissed her on the forehead.

“When this is done,” she whispered to her, “when you’re awake, we’re gonna have a talk. I love you.” She straightened up and and watched as they wheeled her away, fear and hope flooding every part of her.

Before he left the doctor told them the surgery would take about four hours, so Aubrey convinced Chloe to go home so she could at least shower and eat. 

Chloe did, and while she was there she broke up with Chicago. Whatever happened with Beca, Chloe knew she couldn’t be with him. Aubrey was right, she didn’t love him like that.

When Aubrey picked her up a two hours later, her eyes were red from crying and she looked as tired as Aubrey felt.

They headed back to the waiting room, and they waited for news.

“Beca Mitchell?” The doctor asked the almost empty waiting room. Chloe and Aubrey jumped up and ran towards him. “You’re here for Ms Mitchell, yes?” They nodded, both too terrified to speak. “This way, please.”

They followed him down a corridor and he gestured towards a window. They looked through and saw Beca sleeping, still attached to various machines. Aubrey couldn’t help but notice that the heart monitor was showing a much more regular beeping.

“It was a success,” he said. “We’re confident the body has accepted the organ. The next few days will be critical, and she’s going to be in the hospital for a few more weeks, but she should make a full recovery.” 

Chloe dissolved into tears, and Aubrey thanked the doctor over and over.

“You can sit with her if you like but don’t expect her to wake up anytime soon,” he said. 

They thanked him again and spent the next few hours sleeping in the chairs beside her bed.

Beca was confused when she woke up, but after everything was explained to her the relief on her face was visible. 

Chloe waited for a few days before broaching the subject of ‘them’. 

Beca was sleeping, so Chloe sat beside her and picked up her hand as she always did, only this time she pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

Beca stirred and opened her eyes, smiling when she saw her.

“Hey,” she said, sleepily. 

“Hey,” Chloe replied. “I want to say something. Something I’ve wanted to say for a very long time.”

“Okay,” Beca said, confused. “Go for it.”

“I love you,” she said. 

“You… Really?”

“Really. I want to be with you.”

“I want to be with you too,” Beca said. “But, you know I’m still… I still don’t have a lot of time. I mean, I might have a year. I might have ten. But I don’t have… forever.”

“No one has forever,” Chloe said, pushing the thought of losing Beca out of her mind. “I want to spend whatever time is left as your girlfriend. I want to spend every minute of it with you.”

“You’re… You’re sure about this?”

“I’ve been in love with you since before we graduated. Since before you kissed Jesse. I don’t want to spend another second not being with you,” Chloe said, tears in her eyes. “If this isn’t what you want then that’s okay, but don’t push me away to try and protect me. I know this is going to be hard. I know we don’t have as much time as we deserve. But that doesn’t stop me from being in love with you.”

“Okay,” Beca said, finally giving in. “Okay, let’s do this.”

And they finally kissed.

[beca-mitchell]

can't we just (sleep)talk?

Summary: Chloe bears witness to Beca’s sleeptalking problem.

Word count: 3213

For @kimmania to fulfill the conditions of my Bechloe/Planned Parenthood fundraiser. Thank you to everybody who donated. I still have it open for a few more days, but in total with my own FB friends’ donations, we’ve raised $500! That’s incredible, so thank you all. I am going to slowly work through the prompts I have received.

I hope you enjoy!

Title is loosely based on “Talk” by Khalid.

Read on AO3 or below.

  i.

It is the night before finals at the Lincoln Center. The Bellas are all abuzz with jittery nervousness. 

Chloe just wants to sleep.

She smiles at the sight of Aubrey gracefully accepting the pillow Lily offers her, though she holds it warily for a moment, like she does not know what to do it.

Her steadiness is gone in a flash, however, and her entire body relaxes just before she’s swinging the pillow with precision and deadly accuracy.

Chloe does a quick headcount and smiles to herself when she realizes who is missing from their impromptu Bellas gathering in hers and Aubrey’s room.

She slips away, unnoticed.

– – – – – – – – – –

 Right to Beca's hotel room.

“Hey,” Chloe greets when Beca opens her hotel room door. “You’re missing all the destressing.”

Beca smiles wryly and opens the door wider to allow Chloe in. “So are you, then. If you’re here.”

“No Bella should be alone on the evening of their first finals competition,” Chloe recites. She nudges Beca with her shoulder playfully when she brushes past, ignoring Beca’s grumbling in lieu of gasping when she notices Beca’s laptop and headphones. “Please don’t tell me you’re working on last minute setlist changes, Bec.”

Like she does whenever Chloe’s nickname for her slips past her lips, Beca’s brow furrows, but only for a moment. “I’m not,” she promises. “I’m just…” she gestures at the bed. “Listening to music.”

Chloe picks up on her tone right away. Following Beca’s lead, she perches on the edge of the bed and waits for more instruction from Beca – Beca who has been more open recently, but whom Chloe knows to be conscious of her own space at any given time. Beca glances up at her as she resettles on her bed. Beca grabs her headphones and just as Chloe thinks Beca is about to leave her hanging, Beca unplugs her headphones from her laptop and begins neatly wrapping up the cord.

“Want to...watch some YouTube videos with me?” Beca offers.

Chloe refrains from nodding quickly and leaping onto the bed with excitement. 

“I would love that.”

– – – – – – – – – –

“Have you ever watched one of those hot dog eating contests?”

“God, please, no–okay, yep. We’re watching it.”

– – – – – – – – – –

 “Oh, this twenty-five ways to tie a scarf video would have been helpful. I still can’t decide how I want to wear my scarf tomorrow.”

Beca snorts. “As helpful as twenty-five ways to cook a chicken?” A pause. “It’d be cute as a belt," she suggests quickly, then proceeds to avoid Chloe's eyes.

 – – – – – – – – – –

 Beca’s recommended videos include a lot of movie soundtracks and top forty hits. Chloe swallows at the memory of how they had all banded together to help Beca put together an ideal setlist while also making up with Jesse.

Chloe tries not to be jealous, she really does. She wants Beca to be happy and safe and loved .

Chloe just doesn’t know how to show she can provide those exact things for Beca.

“Pick a song,” Beca says suddenly, startling Chloe out of her brief reprieve.

Chloe is disoriented when she comes to. The room is dark and she is snug and comfortable under the sheets. Her back aches a little bit because she is still propped up a little against the headboard, but a pillow was placed behind her lower back and the comforter was pulled up over her lap.

That would be sweet enough on its own if it weren’t for the fact that Beca – Chloe hopes it’s Beca in the darkness – is pressed up against her side, essentially cuddled into Chloe’s side. They’re barely touching, but they are close enough that Chloe can feel the warmth radiating off Beca’s back.

A part of her wants to lie down completely and wrap Beca up in her arms, but she figures that would be weird and crossing more boundaries than she already crossed when she barged in Beca’s shower. Not her proudest moment.

Chloe sighs and tries to figure out how to move from the bed without too much creaking or jostling. 

“For you,” Beca mumbles.

Chloe blinks away the last dredges of sleep. “Beca?” she whispers. A quick glance past the gap in the hotel room’s blinds and she can see that it is still dark outside. Another quick glance over to the other bed in the room and she can tell that Amy is yet to return. “Beca,” she tries again, louder.

“Chloe,” Beca responds, sounding awake and yet, not. Chloe frowns and props herself up on her elbow so she can lean over Beca’s side, careful not to brush unnecessarily against Beca’s body. “Chlo,” she repeats, slurring a little on the lone syllable.

“Is that my nickname?” Chloe asks distractedly, trying to force her eyes to adjust in the dark. She isn’t even sure what she’s saying, ready to tease the hell out of Beca if she’s sleep talking. Beca continues to be an enigma – adorable and mysterious all at once.

“The vending machine.”

Chloe frowns at the change in topic. Or perhaps there was never a topic to begin with. She’s so tired. “Do you need something?” she asks.

Beca doesn’t respond for a moment, then she heaves a sigh as if she is irritated or exasperated. “It plays music,” she murmurs, somehow both reverent and impatient.

Chloe nearly sags in relief. It takes additional energy to further not burst into peals of giggles and risk waking Beca up. “You’re so cute,” she mutters, this time reaching over to gently touch Beca’s cheek to check if she is really asleep. Beca doesn’t bat her hand away. She manages to finally lie down comfortably, sighing in contentment when she does not jostle Beca too much. Instead, it is Beca who seems to wriggle backwards into Chloe’s side, uncomfortably trapping Chloe’s arm to her side.

As Chloe drifts off, she makes a mental note to tease Beca about it tomorrow after their performance. And maybe ask Beca if she wants to get coffee. Or maybe a quick bite for dinner. Just them.

“Just the way you are,” Beca murmurs, sounding more tired than before.

Chloe tries not to smile. Beca does not speak again for the rest of the time Chloe remains awake.

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  ii.

Sometimes when Beca sleeptalks, she sings, apparently.

Chloe thinks it is the most adorable thing in the world. She barely restrains from protesting loudly when she overhears Amy complaining about being Beca's roommate – she complains about how Beca is always singing. Awake or dreaming, it doesn't matter to Beca.

The other Bellas giggle.

It is so beautiful to know that Beca lives and breathes music – that it thrums through her veins as poignantly as her own blood.

Chloe hopes to be able to hear it one day.

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  iii.

"Grab me the keyboard," Beca mutters.

Chloe groans, blinking awake because she knows she has an early morning. As awesome as it is that Beca sometimes whispers when she sleeptalks, it is kind of inconvenient to Chloe now that they share a tiny cramped fold-out. Chloe had tried earplugs, but it had nearly made her late for her first day of work because she missed her own alarm.

She doesn't mind it terribly, she thinks as she rolls over to face Beca. Beca is lying on her back, breathing steadily. Her brow is furrowed like she's thinking hard about something important. Chloe hopes it isn't the residual strain and stress of her recent break-up with Jesse.

Slowly, Chloe reaches out to gently touch the furrow of Beca's brow, willing her to relax and slip back into a (hopefully silent sleep).

Still, never one to resist a conversation with Beca, Chloe scoots a little closer. "What are you thinking about?" she asks, wondering if Beca is done for the night. She slowly moves her hand back and away from Beca's face.

"Wait."

Chloe freezes.

"The jukebox," Beca mutters. "Song."

"The jukebox song?" Chloe asks.

Beca mumbles something incoherent, then shifts a little restlessly. Chloe quickly backs away, worried she overstepped an invisible boundary. She hates that her inappropriate crush on her best friend never really went away – she hates the late nights and long days pretending that she isn't completely in love with Beca Mitchell. Beca and all her quirks and music and the way she makes Chloe feel like she's doing something right with her life.

Beca doesn't respond again for another long while, so Chloe resettles on her side of the bed and mirrors Beca's position. She stares up at the ceiling for some time, wondering.

Then, just as she is about to finally drift off again–

"Chloe."

Beca's voice follows her into her dreams.

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  iv.

Sometimes when Beca sleep talks, it is of great interest to Chloe. Not that she isn’t interested in literally everything her girlfriend has to say because Chloe could listen to Beca talk forever (awake or otherwise), but just, sometimes –

Chloe awakes to the sound of her alarm. She groans and slowly grapples for her phone off her bedside to hit the snooze button.

“Hey,” Chloe whispers, when Beca shifts against her back. 

Beca groans, then mumbles something completely incoherent. Her arm tenses from where it is draped around Chloe’s waist, then Beca cuddles closer than before. 

With how they're lying, curled up against each other, Beca is basically all wrapped around Chloe, her leg draped over Chloe’s thigh to lock Chloe in place. Not that she plans on being anywhere else. Not when Beca's body is warm and Chloe is essentially waking up to her own personal heated blanket.

Beca groans and shifts against Chloe’s back. Her groan sounds like a moan more than anything else.

Chloe especially loves when Beca has interesting dreams.

"Chloe," Beca whimpers.

Oh. Then there's that. The unmistakable whine in Beca's whimper and the way she rocks subtly against Chloe.

"Beca," she whispers back, whether this at all translates into Beca's dreams. Whether she is egging Beca along or slowly waking her up.

There is something in the way Beca says her name – soft and full of wanting. Like she has been dreaming of Chloe all night and she can no longer control herself.

As curious as Chloe is to see where this goes – to see what else Beca can say, she is more interested in what Beca can do. 

So she twists in Beca's arms, causing her girlfriend's eyes to flutter open, revealing unmistakable desire behind the haze of confusion typical to somebody when they are just waking.

"Oh," Chloe says, gently nudging at Beca's body so she's lying prone. She presses slow, languid kisses to Beca's neck "Good dream?"

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  v.

Beca is rarely delegated to the couch, but sometimes she just rides the every last edges of Chloe’s nerves and they say things they don’t mean.

Chloe can see the exhaustion in her girlfriend’s eyes, but it doesn’t dim the hurt she feels. It just makes her heart tense painfully. She wishes more than anything for Beca to just talk to her – for Beca to just let her in, but it feels like the walls get higher and higher.

Chloe doesn’t want to beg, but she’s not above doing just that. She can’t lose Beca – not like this.

Sighing in aggravation when she hears only the oppressive silence of her bedroom. No sound of Beca’s teeth grinding together. No sight of Beca drooling on her pillow. No sensation of Beca’s hand wrapped up in Chloe’s t-shirt tightly like she’s afraid to let go.

Chloe wraps her robe around her shoulders and slowly opens her bedroom door. She winces at each creak in the wood panelling, but each step means she gets to be close to Beca again.

She can see the lump that makes up Beca’s body on the couch in the darkness and as her eyes from the streetlights outside her window, more features begin to stand out to her.

Chloe sighs when she notices that Beca has kicked her fleece blanket to the ground. Gathering it up, she pulls it up to Beca's shoulders, ensuring Beca is neatly tucked in.

"Don't go," Beca says, a little loudly. Chloe startles and freezes in her ministrations. She waits a moment and realizes Beca is asleep. Of course she is.

Chloe waits another moment longer before sighing again. "Where would I even go without you?" Chloe replies quietly, knowing she is speaking to Beca's subconsciousness. Knowing that there will be more time for them to talk tomorrow. And the days that follow. She sighs and sits on the loveseat next to the couch, simply watching Beca's face for a moment. "What would I do without you?" she ponders, willing her tears to stay at bay.

"Hey, that's Chloe's!"

Chloe would laugh if she weren't feeling so sad about their fight. Beca legitimately sounds upset about something – verging on angry. 

Chloe wonders for a moment how emotions manifest in a person's sleep habits. How emotions control the way your body reacts to new sleeping environments. How human it is to just want to be the subject of somebody's dreams – to be wanted and desired all the same.

"Do you know where it is?" Beca asks, voice muffled against the couch. Chloe smiles and shakes her head. She stands so she can gently move Beca's hair away from her face. Beca is practically pressing her entire face into the back of the couch. 

"You're going to suffocate, nerd," Chloe comments, attempting to maneuver Beca's shoulder. She doesn't have to do much work because Beca is rolling over on her own. She sprawls as best as she can on the couch, similar to how she sprawls in their bed. Chloe is filled with utmost affection for the sleeping woman in front of her.

"Headphones," Beca says after a moment. "For your voice."

Then she begins to snore.

"I love you," Chloe murmurs, leaning down again so she can press a kiss to Beca's ear. She lingers, wondering whether touch can translate into sound. She hopes Beca dreams of the most wonderful things.

There is always tomorrow.

 – – – – – – – – – –

vi.

“You’re never leaving again,” Chloe declares. She wraps her arms around Beca’s waist and cuddles into her side, ignoring Beca’s grumbles about cold feet and cold hands. “I missed you so much,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to Beca’s cheek, sloppy and light.

She is so happy to have Beca back in her arms. This tour has been grueling.

She tells Beca as much, only to receive an amused chuckle in response before Beca is pressing a kiss to her forehead, then to her nose, then with some playful coaxing – and Chloe’s playful grumbling – a kiss to Chloe’s lips.

Chloe sinks into Beca’s touch like it is their first kiss all over again.

Slowly, Beca allows Chloe to ease her back on the bed and remind her exactly what she has missed during her time away.

 – – – – – – – – – –

 When Chloe wakes, she is disoriented because of how comfortable she is. She had been sleeping uncomfortably for the past two months because Beca had been away and she had gotten used to the sensation of falling asleep alone and of waking up alone.

She is not alone now, however. She does not need to open her eyes to know that she has her nose pressed into Beca's hair. The familiar smell of gentle, flowery shampoo and the accompanying sensation of Beca's soft, curly hair. Her arm is tucked around Beca's middle securely, like even in her sleep Chloe was unwilling to let her go again.

Good, she thinks, flexing her arm for a moment in a burst of possession and love. Stay forever.

"You're never leaving," she says aloud.

She doesn't expect Beca to respond because Beca's breathing is steady and slow, like she is asleep and resting fitfully. Chloe kind of expects that after all the travelling and performing. Beca works too hard.

She is surprised however, when Beca seems to sigh in her sleep. "Marry me," she says softly.

Chloe freezes. Her limbs stiffen and her brain seems to shut down. All that's left is the pounding of her heart.

She wishes so much for Beca to be awake so that she can give Beca the most enthusiastic and resounding yes she can muster.

But the fact that the thought is on Beca's mind somewhere is enough for the moment. It is enough for the moment that Chloe knows she can hope for that in their future with more confidence.

Of course, Beca would randomly propose to her while sleeptalking. It is so opportune. Chloe has only ever fallen in love slowly with Beca with these private moments – well, pseudo-private. Moments where she can dream and imagine exactly what goes on in Beca's mind. The things she doesn't tell Chloe. Random thoughts and ideas.

It feels kind of ironic that there have been all those one-sided conversations Chloe has had with Beca. Now she wishes desperately for Beca to wake up and join her so they can take this step together. It is additionally more poignant that Chloe has felt less and less inclined to react at all to Beca's sleeptalking because she finds that the real thing is so much better. Beca is open and vibrant and so, so beautiful that it bothers Chloe any moment that Beca isn't awake and making Chloe's day a little brighter.

She sighs and resigns herself to falling back asleep, at least until they can wake up together and decide what take-out to order.

Then, Beca shifts and turns in her arms.

Her eyes are wide-open and she looks a little frightened. "Chloe?" she rasps. "Did you–?"

It takes Chloe a long time to catch up because she's surprised to see Beca's eyes staring back at her.

"Are you asleep?" is what she manages to ask when her mouth catches up to her brain, even if Beca is staring straight at her. Beca, with messy hair and flushed cheeks and a blooming hickey on her neck. Yikes, Chloe thinks distractedly before she lifts her eyes back to Beca's face again.

"Chloe," Beca says softly. "Marry me."

"Am I asleep?" Chloe asks, weaker this time. Her heart continues to pound even as her body slowly unfreezes.

Beca looks like she's trying not to laugh even if desperation shines from her eyes like anchors keeping Chloe at bay. "Chloe," she implores. "Please, will you marry me?"

"A hundred times yes," Chloe finally manages to say. She pinches herself, then she pinches Beca. At Beca's yelp and the residual pain in her own arm, Chloe nods as best as she can, tangling her hair even more as it rubs against her pillow. She could care less. "Beca, yes. I just – I thought you were asleep!" she exclaims.

"I'm not asleep," Beca says. Her hands are a little shaky as she pulls Chloe in for a deep kiss. "I love you," she murmurs. "I love you so much and I never want to be without you."

"This isn't a dream," Chloe mumbles against Beca's mouth. She repeats it, eventually losing steam because Beca is covering her mouth more efficiently with her own and her hands start to wander. "But ask me again–" she pants out, as Beca's lips descend lower,  down her chest and stomach.

Beca does, over and over.

[pinkpastels113]

Give Me a Shot

In light of me recently getting my covid shot and @wolvezzz joining us on Tumblr, here’s a little Bechloe one-shot for you all…

(I had to basically rewrite this due to some stupid mistakes I discovered halfway through in the middle of the night, so I am so sorry if some parts do not seem to add up or are too unrealistic. **I tried**)

(Also, let us just assume that the guy that Stacie is talking about is quarantined with his sister, aka no covid.)

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,571

Pairing: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell

Summary: In which Beca is supposed to get a Covid shot but instead got a dose of something far more nerve-wracking.

End B/C if you squint. One-shot. Fluff? Covid AU.

On ao3 or ff.net or here...

(I have no idea what to put as an excerpt so here we go...)

Beca hands over the clipboard to the lady at the desk and smiles tightly behind her mask in thanks as she receives a post-it note in return. 

“Put this on the chair you’re going to sit in and come back to it once you’re done receiving the shot for the fifteen minute observatory period,” the lady says, bored but polite as she recites the practiced line Beca heard her give to several people before her. 

“Cool. Thanks.” Beca plays with the sticky part of the post-it note in her hands as she walks over to plop down into the plastic chair next to Stacie. 

“I hope we don’t have to wait as long as Amy did when she got her shot last week,” her friend says, rubbing her own post-it note onto the arm of her chair and crossing her legs as she leans back. 

“Fuck yeah. Me too. Amy’s took at least two hours.” Beca copies the taller brunette’s actions and sighs as she tilts her head back, blinking leisurely up at the ceiling. 

Stacie groans. “I will punch someone if we have to wait that long; I’m already hungry as it is.”

Beca snorts, despite being ninety percent sure that her hangry friend will do just that, “Why didn’t you get something to eat sooner?”

Green eyes flit to the side to look at her, “Boy from last night didn’t understand the definition of a one-night stand.”

Of course. Beca rolls her eyes and laughs, the sound muffled behind the piece of fabric covering her mouth, her chest quivering with mirth at the prospect of a guy refusing to accept that his “lucky shot” with her friend was over, “Seriously?”

“Yep.” The mask on Stacie’s face moves in a way that’s a telling of her pursing her lips, her gaze following her hand as fingers trace the unmarked portion of the arm of the chair her wrist is lying on, “He wouldn’t leave even when I told him that I had to go and get myself some breakfast with my mom before meeting with you to get my Covid-19 vaccine, even going as far as to offer to be my personal chauffeur.”

Beca lowers her head from the back of her chair and raises her eyebrows, “Wow. That’s like, a serious guy looking for a serious relationship, dude. Are you sure your friend would be okay with this?”

Stacie had informed her the night before that the brother of one of her most trusted friends would be staying the night with her doing some...choice activities.

“Yeah,” the brunette wrinkles her nose, “I had made sure that both her and her brother knew that I don’t do relationships.” She then brightens, as if suddenly remembering a thought, “Oh, he texted me too.” Stacie turns around and rifles in her purse for her phone, humming in her mouth as she pushes aside the keys and tampons within, and lets out a small noise of triumph as she whips out her device, “Aha.”

Beca chuckles at the scene but leans forward nonetheless, eager to spend the time waiting for her covid vaccine in doing something else besides counting the water spots on the ceiling tiles above her head, “What did he say?”

Stacie unlocks her phone, bouncing slightly in her seat in suppressed excitement as she goes to tap into her messages, “Look.”

Beca doesn’t think she has ever seen anything more desperate and pathetic in her life than the digital text glaring into her face, “Oh my god, he wants to know where you are at and wonders if he can take you out to dinner? Dude.”

Even through the mask Beca can tell that a sly and catlike grin had unfurled across her friend’s lips, followed by a mischievous wink, “Right? I don’t think I’ve ever had someone this desperate for another round right after the one the night before.” She then cocks her head, adding the next words almost as if it’s an afterthought, “And the one the early morning after.”

Beca shakes her head in disbelief, eyes scanning the multitude of text messages subsequent to the one she had just read aloud, “Maybe he just wants to see if last night and early this morning was a fluke.”

Stacie gasps in mock offense, yanking her cellular device away from Beca’s face, “How dare you, Mitchell. The Hunter is never a fluke.”

Beca just shrugs her shoulders in response, shifting her legs to accommodate the position for her to palm her chin.

She blinks innocently up at her.

Stacie narrows her eyes.

“Stacie Conrad?”

Both brunettes whirl around at the mention of the name, Beca taking in the blonde hair and blue scrubs standing at the entrance to the hallway of doctor offices hidden from view, and she sighs as Stacie grins and jumps up, practically skipping over to the woman holding a pen to another wooden clipboard in her hands.

They disappear from sight and Beca turns back around, pouting slightly as she waits for her turn, the foot that isn’t hanging uselessly in the air tapping impatiently on the floor beneath her chair. Just as she is about to delve into a full on sulk, a melodic voice chirps her name.

“Rebeca Mitchell?”

Fiery red hair and bright blue eyes meet her gaze, and Beca’s mouth goes dry as the woman waves cheerily at her, her entire body freezing in her seat as the organ in her chest decidedly unfreezes, and it is not until the cerulean pools has vanished into a blink that she has realized that she has stared too long and should probably get her ass up and over there.

Beca swallows and nods, and almost trips over her feet in the act of standing up without first uncrossing her legs. Blushing furiously and praying that nobody in the vicinity has noticed besides her awkward and idiotic self, she tugs at the hem of her blouse and quickly makes her way over.

“Hi,” the redhead greets, the smile lines on her cheeks creasing prettily as she crosses out her name with a ballpoint pen, “Rebeca Mitchell?”

“Beca,” she says, automatic in her response to the correction of the name that she has loathed since birth, “It’s Beca.”

She looks up at her, and Beca wants to slap herself in her haste to blurt out the two liner that she usually only reserves for people with whom she wants to be casual with, “Beca.”

Her fingers twitch at the way her name sounds rolling through the air in that sweet melodic tune, and she suddenly wants to find out how it sounds like rolling off her tongue, clear and without the obstacles of the stupid masks blocking its way.

Before she could do much more than tip her chin in acknowledgement, the redhead has twirled around in a flurry of red and blue, and Beca is dutifully following her down the hallway into the office attached at the very end. 

At the gesture for her to sit on the stool in front of the wall, Beca sat, and promptly stares as the redhead sets the clipboard on the table before reaching for a pair of new latex gloves, watching the way she snaps them on and pulls a card out of her scrub pocket, drinking in the sight of her tilting her head as she flourishes her pen over the newly revealed card. 

She is so fucking gorgeous.

Beca wishes that she is not in the middle of a fucking pandemic.

“So is that with one C or two C’s?” Her question snaps her out of her daze and Beca has to reluctantly pull her gaze away from the smooth expanse of her neck.

“Oh, um,” she gulps to lubricate her throat, sitting up taller to properly project her voice, hoping upon hope that the louder volume will drown out its slight tremble, “It’s actually Rebeca on paper. With one C.”

An inconspicuous murmur floats into her ears, and if Beca hadn’t known any better, she would’ve described it being accompanied with a teasing smile, “I see.”

Her heart pounds in her chest and it’s a big struggle to refrain from squirming in her stool.

The redhead finishes writing on the card and sets that and the pen aside, before slowly making her way towards her. Beca’s eyes stay determinedly on her face—or more accurately, on what she could make of it—her nerves growing more jittery and jumpy by the second, and she finds herself holding her breath as the redhead comes to a stop, feet away. She nibbles on the inside of her cheek as a gloved hand picks up a small package and tears at the seams, taking out an alcohol wipe and shaking it out, before placing the empty pieces of said package back onto the paper on the exam table from which it came from.

Sneakers step forward and then red hair and blue eyes are inches closer.

“Roll your sleeve up for me, please?” Her voice lilts at the end, Beca’s heart instantly mimicking the gesture, and she fumbles with the sleeve of her blouse on her left arm to comply. 

The redhead leans forward to rub at the uncovered skin with the cold wipe, causing shivers to emanate from the affected area and spread through and around every nerve ending in her entire upper body, and Beca has to clench her hand into a tight fist to hold herself still.

“Relax,” she says, not moving away even as she sets aside the used wipe as well, removing the cap from the needle from which contained the Covid vaccine. “You need to relax, Becs; the muscle will sore if you don’t.”

Beca’s gaze snaps up, sure that the redhead had just uttered a nickname of her already shortened name, but apart from the fact that her blue eyes seemed to twinkle even brighter—a fact that Beca stubbornly gives credit to the fluorescent light from overhead, in addition to their sudden close proximity—her expression betrays nothing.

She heeds the request and unclenches her fist, and as the prickling feeling signalling the intrusion of the vaccine starts from her arm, a glare on the breast pocket of the redhead’s scrubs catches her eye.

Dr. Chloe Beale.

Huh.

Beca grins, elated at the realization that she had just found out the name of the gorgeous woman standing before her.

She sends up a mental thank you to whoever had the intelligence and generosity of coming up with the invention of name tags. 

The prickling sensation resides, and Beca looks over to see that Chloe is done delivering the shot. She makes to lower the sleeve of her blouse, but a gloved hand brushing against her sensitive skin stops her.

“Hold on, I need to give you a Band-Aid.” Despite the blue latex covering her fingertips, Beca can still feel the warmth and tenderness of Chloe’s touch. 

Beca nods, dumbly, as Chloe quickly peels off the ends of the Band-Aid and pastes it carefully over the reddening spot. Gloved hands linger, taking the time to rub out every last inch of the two ends of the patch, fingers wrapping lightly against the circumference of her upper arm, and Beca stares with bated breath, suddenly afraid to look at any place else.

She is glad that she is in the middle of a fucking pandemic.

“There.” It is a soft puff of a sound, and if Beca hadn’t already been so close to her face, hadn’t already been close enough to wish that she had the ability to rip off her mask and smell her undoubtedly sweet and floral perfume, she wouldn’t have heard it. “You’re all set.”

Chloe finally steps away, and Beca wishes that she hadn’t spun around so fast because she is pretty sure that she had just sent her a wink. 

“So, here’s the card that I have filled out for you, and it’s really important that you bring it back when you return for your second dose,” the card that Chloe had written on earlier is handed over, covered in beautiful, curling black ink, “And you should receive a text in the next hour or so telling you when that second dose is going to be.”

“From you?” The words had left Beca’s mouth without her notice or permission, and it was not until an auburn eyebrow had risen into the air in amusement that Beca had realized what she had said.

“Fuck.” 

She covers her face in her hands, only to be embarrassed even further when the evidence of her forgotten boundary scrapes against her palms. She settles for letting out a groan and closing her eyes, laying her elbows onto her thighs and hanging her head in a full manifestation of her humiliation. 

Her body feels like it’s on fire and Beca wants the goddamn ground to open up and swallow her whole. 

Chloe giggles. “Not from me, silly. From the Department of Health of the state.”

Beca is positive that had she whipped her head up any faster, her neck would’ve snapped. Chloe’s laugh is like a drug. “Yeah, sorry. That was not supposed to come out of my mouth.”

Now that is definitely a wink. “What was supposed to come out then?”

Her jaw slackens, and if Fat Amy was there in the room with her, she would’ve made fun of her for looking like a fish. The heat in her cheeks burn hotter and Beca hastily shakes her head, hopping off from the stool, grateful that she had managed not to trip like the time before. The hard cardstock digs into her lines of her palm of her right hand further with each pulse against the side of her neck, and Beca wills her feet to power walk to the exit of the suffocating room lest she makes even more of a complete and awkward idiot out of herself in front of Dr. Chloe Beale.

Fingers tug on her wrist, and then something small is slapped onto her card. “Here,” Chloe looks like she’s chewing on her lip, “You forgot your sticker.”

Confusion furrows her brows, but something in her hisses at her to not to say a word, especially when sparkling blue eyes dart down the hall agitatedly as if its owner knows that she is doing something she’s not supposed to and if she is caught, she is going to be in major trouble.

There seems to not be enough air in the world for her to suck in, and Beca clutches both the sticker and card tightly against the space between her breasts and speeds down the hallway, her converse squeaking against the floor as she spins to beeline the rest of her way into her yellow post-it noted designated chair.

Stacie looks up from her phone from which 14:39 flashes across her screen and moves her foot out of her way so Beca can sit down, “So? How’d it go?”

Beca finally unleashes the death like grip of her hands, the side effect of her recent dose of something far from a vaccination of a worldwide virus causing her temperature to spike and her body to hyperventilate when ten beautifully, flirtatiously, unabashedly, confidently written digits wink at her from the back of the tiny sticker. “Like how it’s supposed to. I got a shot.”

I think this is gonna be my one and only covid related fanfic; it was absolutely exhausting to write, and I am still 98% sure that I haven’t fixed all the mistakes… XD.