be-quiet-amy

My Fake Boyfriend Part 10

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2960

Warnings: A lot of emotions, a lot of fluffy and a lot of against

@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta.

You and Bucky enter the church hand to hand. As soon as you step in you have a bad feeling. “Doll, relax, I am here for you and it’s only a wedding, it’s not like you are going to war, trust me this is easier.” Bucky says kissing your forehead, he is trying to be funny but his tone is serious.

“How do you always know what I am feeling?” You ask sitting on a bench close to where your family is. “I pay attention to you, doll. You always bit your lip and you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous.” He says putting a string of your hair behind your ear.

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Ami is one of those characters who is too often pigeonholed into her most stereotypical traits. Even though she is often shy and quiet, Ami has plenty of moments in which she is assertive and confident, especially with her friends, and especially when academics are concerned.

But this is by no means limited to interacting with the other girls. For instance, in Act 30 of the Infinity arc, she knowingly walks alone into an enemy trap in order to gather intel. Through the entire act, Ami exudes confidence and determination in her abilities. After all, this is a school. Who better to infiltrate it than her?

With how sweet we now know Ami is, it’s easy to forget that she was first introduced as intimidating. Her classmates found her cold and scary. The warmth that Ami is actually capable of was a surprise, drawn out only by Usagi’s infectious personality.

Ami may be shy, but she’s no wilting flower. Underestimate her at your peril.

anonymous asked:

Hi, could you write more domestic/dad Bucky things? Like Home. I loved that so much, oh my gosh. Maybe them having a big family or other baby on the way, or just interacting with their children, please? <3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: same universe as this (but this prompt can be read on its’ own)

A/N: dad!bucky is basically my kink lol. AND I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED “A new home”!!! I hope you enjoy this little piece as well <33 

You rushed down the stairs (or at least tried to be quick, but being heavily pregnant made it a little harder) and went into the kitchen where Bucky was currently making pancakes for Amy and Nathan.

“Sorry, I’m so late. I love you,” you kissed Bucky, then the back of the children’s heads.
  
“You shouldn’t put so much pressure on yourself, (Y/N).”
  
You simply waved him off and went outside to your car. Your due date was in two weeks. That was two weeks of you being able to get stuff done. You certainly wouldn’t waste that time.

The kids watched you drive away, then returned their attention to their dad.

“Daddy? When do I get my baby sister?” the three – almost four year old asked and Nathan rolled his eyes.

“They’ve already told you that it’s going to be a boy.”

The girl turned her head to her brother, then back to her father, then once more to Nathan and one final time to her dad, with tears filling her eyes and her lower lip trembling.

Bucky sighed annoyed by his son’s attitude.

“Good job, buddy.”  

Nathan simply shrugged. It’s not like he was lying. 

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everything is easier when you’re home (part 2)

HELLO! Here’s part 2 of the neighbors AU (part one here). I forgot to mention this before but this is going to be slow burn and I’m going to fit most of my favorite tropes because I’m TRASH. Shoutout to @the-pontiac-bandit and @elsaclack for reading this through, they’re the best and I love them a lot!!


Jake sticks to their agreement. The following couple of days are relatively quiet - Amy can still hear things coming from his apartment, but they are never loud enough to be heard from her bedroom, and she can only make out what they are if she actually pays attention to them. She can live with this. She is pretty sure this is a huge change for him, having to be quiet, and she really, really, appreciates the effort he is making.

She has only run into him once since their short exchange. She was coming back from work, later than usual because her captain had asked her to double check the paperwork the most recent detective had done. While she was trying to unlock her door, struggling to fit the key since she was carrying three bags of groceries as well as her purse, he opened the door with the intention of going out.

He seemed to be rushing out, but stopped short the moment he saw her. “Do you need help with that?” he asked once he realized what she was trying to do.

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The Adolescence Alternative

Chapter Six: Prom

Previous Chapter: Chapter Five: Discovery

Amy went to get her nails done with Penny and Bernadette the day before prom, and she was happy to have not only a date to the prom, but also the required friends to do that preparations with beforehand. It seemed that everyone was meeting at Penny’s house to get dressed and do their makeup before the guys came to pick them up. Amy’s mother said that was okay with her as long as they all stopped by the house before they went on to dinner so she could take pictures. Amy was embarrassed when she explained this requirement to her new friends, but they said it wasn’t a problem. Apparently Bernadette’s parents wanted the same thing.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Amy and/or Sheldon shop for contraceptives

First of all, anon, I need to say that this is the funniest fucking prompt I have ever received in my life and I spent approx 10 minutes alone laughing at it before even thinking up a story to go with it, so thank you and bless you for making my day!

You know the drill at this point: this got LONGGG and off topic. I am playfully calling this story ‘Sheldon vs. Condoms’, which sounds far dirtier than it is. This story is mostly SFW, no porn or smut here, just lots of thinking about it! Hahahaha. And, for the record, every condom type I mention is in fact a real thing. Who knew it was such a varied industry? Set in early s10, read under the cut :)

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| Sonic Chaos | Chapter Four: The Crazy Jungle Girl

 (GUESS WHO’S BACK!!!! Gosh, it’s been SO LONG since the last chapter! But it’s finally here, and I promise I will speed up the process…it’s a long story why I got so hung up, but it’s back now, so it’s alright. Thank you @mangaanonymous for the illustration ilyy <3)

                                                  ~ Chapter Four~

 “…Uhhghh…”

    Amy’s eyes painfully fluttered open. She covered them with her hand to protect them from a bright orange light. She found herself leaning against a tree with a baby blue blanket draped over her. Amy took a few deep breaths, looking to her side to see nothing but green plants and trees. She turned to her left and her right, her neck ached as she did so. The sun was setting on the horizon.

  She opened her mouth to say something, but words couldn’t reach her. Her head was pounding and her muscles were all sore. Her blood felt like molasses and for some reason, she felt extremely heavy. Every ounce of her being was telling her to just go back to sleep and never wake up.

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in chronological order of publication

AO3 collection where all of these are located

Stormed In (AO3) -  Alec shows up at Rose’s door in the middle of a thunderstorm. -  Hardy x Rose - written by @perfectlyrose

Cuddled Up (AO3) -  Movie night gives Alec plenty of time to muster up the courage to ask a very important question. - Hardy x Rose - written by @perfectlyrose

i’ll walk through walls into your heart (AO3) - Betty loved tracing the spidery cursive writing that ran down her forearm in a tidy line, loved dreaming about the person would one day say those words to her and reveal themselves as her soulmate. Foolish dreams for one of her station to have, people said, but she held tight to them regardless and hoped they would lead her in the right direction. - prompted by @asmilelikestarlight - Mercier x Betty - written by @perfectlyrose

the lucky ones (AO3) -  It’s a beautiful night and Rose couldn’t be happier as she listens to Clara and the Doctor bicker about the stories associated with alien constellations. - Ten x Rose x Clara - prompted by @rose-tylers - written by @perfectlyrose

Three’s (not) a Crowd (AO3) -  All her life, her soulmark read ‘Clara James’… So when Rose met her soulmate and her name was Clara Oswald, both girls realized that their soulmark was only half-filled. - Ten x Rose x Clara - prompted by @rose-tylers - written by @lastbluetardis

still of the morning (AO3) -  Clara’s trying to get some work done in the quiet of the morning. Amy just wants to cuddle with her girlfriend and sleep a little longer. - Amy x Clara - prompted by @captaingrahamcr - written by @perfectlyrose

worth the wait (AO3) -  Rose drags Martha away from her studying for a picnic and a much needed break. - Martha x Rose - prompted by @cordially-nethescurial - written by @perfectlyrose

You Light Up The Room (AO3) -  He watches her from across the room and yearns. - Twelve x Rose - prompted by @captaingrahamcr - written by @perfectlyrose

Disaster Waiting to Happen (AO3) -  Rose is not to be trusted in the kitchen. - Hardy x Rose - written by @perfectlyrose

life leaves its marks (AO3) -  The Doctor discovers a new mark on Rose while cuddling one night. - Tentoo x Rose - written by @perfectlyrose

the gravity of stars and souls (AO3) -  The soulmark on the inside of the Doctor’s wrist comes to life when he grabs Rose’s hand in that department store basement. - Nine x Rose - prompted by @marvelouswhovianfairytales - written by @perfectlyrose

moments of peace (AO3) -  Betty enjoys the time she spends alone in her little bakery before opening for the day. One morning, she forgets to lock the door and her solitude is interrupted but she finds she doesn’t mind the intrusion when it comes in the form of Jean-François. - Mercier x Betty - written by @perfectlyrose

an evening in (AO3) -  The Doctor doesn’t really know how he agreed to a movie night with Rose but he finds there is no other way he’d rather spend his evening. - Nine x Rose - prompted by @lizziea2 / @lizann5869 - written by @perfectlyrose

budding love (AO3) -  It’s a normal Tuesday, which means Rose’s favorite customer should be coming into the shop. - Ten x Rose - prompted by @skyler10fic - written by @perfectlyrose

a hand to hold (AO3) -  Holding hands in public is a new thing for them. - Hardy x Rose - written by @perfectlyrose

pretty and poisonous (AO3) - If she’s a flower, she’s a deadly one. - Vastra x Jenny - written by @perfectlyrose

Life in Six Acts - Zack Sabre Jr.

“Can we sit here?  The other tables are full.”

You weren’t even supposed to go out that night.
You had papers to grade.  Your comp exams were coming up that you needed to study for.  You had your own papers to read; scholarship proposals to write; emails to catch up on; conference requests to accept or deny; research to conduct for your own dissertation; hell, one of your brighter students even asked you for a reference letter, which you agreed to write.  
This was your life as a PhD student at Columbia University.  Despite the near constant stress and pressure due to the amount of work that you seemingly always needed to do, you couldn’t deny that you were living your dream.  You had dreamed of being in university since you were twelve, when you were tormented by classmates for keeping your head in your books instead of having them wander toward boys.  When girls snickered behind your back and called you a browner for knowing the name of Marie-Antoinette’s mother and how she was a Hapsburg.  

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The Professor (Part 9)

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Your breath caught in your throat as soon as you heard a knock on the front door. Amy, who was slipping on her heels, looked at you at the same time that you looked at her. She smiled as she said, “We better go. Our dates are waiting,” and gave your shoulder a firm, reassuring squeeze before she went to open the door. You slipped on your coat and gave yourself one last look in the mirror before walking out to the hallway and seeing Amy, Nick and Chris talking together. Chris looked handsome; his hair slick back, his beard shaped nicely, his clothes matching perfectly…it was a beautiful sight to see.

The clacking of your heels on the hardwood floor caught their attention, and everyone turned to look at you. Nick and Amy smiled - obviously happy that you were ready to go and they could leave to get the show on the road - but Chris’s expression was one of…one of love, passion, awe. He smiled when he saw you, and as you approached, you greeted them. “Hi, guys.”

Nick was quick to reply, “Hi, Y/N, are you ready to go?”

Whereas Chris took longer to respond. “Hi, Y/N,” he breathed. “You look…you look beautiful.”

You looked down to the floor, your cheeks turning a subtle shade of pink. “Thank you, Chris.”

“Okay, time to go!” Nick interrupted. “We’ll let you guys have a moment, we’ll meet you in the car.”

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Storm Clouds May Gather and Stars May Collide


Mickey was afraid of storms. Ian couldn’t remember when he discovered this, but now it felt like something he had always known. Mickey likes mustard, Mickey is a terrible driver, Mickey is scared of thunderstorms.

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anonymous asked:

j / 90 :')

I just love Jessley when they’re around The Bellas so..I hope this is ok anon!

Jessley - ‘New Year’

“Tadaaa! New year new me!” Ashley announced as she stepped into the Bellas kitchen and held her arms out. Jessica furrowed her brow then looked over at her girlfriend nervously. Anytime Ashley made an announcement like that it meant that she’d made a VERY bold decision.

A gasp caught in her throat as she saw her girlfriend stood with a beaming smile, looking at all The Bellas stood in the kitchen. Lily quickly darted towards the knife rack, pulling out a kitchen knife in defence, a clatter sounded as a spatula fell from Flo’s hand into her saucepan, Cynthia-Rose let out a quiet “woah”, and Fat Amy choked on the cola she was drinking.

Emily strode into the kitchen from the lounge, not one for wanting to be left out of things, “Hey what’s going on-oh wow…” the youngest Bella stopped in her tracks, her jaw dropping in shock as she looked at Ashley who didn’t appear to be quite as confident as she’d been when she’d first entered the room.

“Is…is it really that bad?” Ashley asked, swallowing loudly as she immediately looked to Jessica for reassurance. Because Ashley had gone there. She’d done the very thing she’d been toying with for months now. She’d tried to dye her hair blonde. Except it had kinda failed, and so the inhabitants of the kitchen were now looking in shock at the once-dark brunette, who’s hair was now a light browny-orange colour..

But Jessica, ever the solid girlfriend, simply smiled sweetly and shot her a wink, “I think it looks aca-awesome babe!” and Ashley’s shoulders relaxed while she sighed into a relieved smile.

The Bellas around them however looked to one another awkwardly, not really sure what to say. So they all silently agreed to smile politely instead. Except Stacie who swanned into the room with books under her arm having just returned from her seminar, “Ooh cute hair Ashley!” before continuing through to her bedroom that was only accessible through the kitchen.

Jessica strode towards her girlfriend with a big grin and tugged her by the hand until they were back at the kitchen table the blonde had been sat at and she pulled Ashley onto her lap, “I think you look hot no matter what colour your hair is” she whispered sweetly to the woman as Ashley beamed down at her before swooping in for a kiss.

“Uhh PDA guys! We’ve talked about this!” Beca said with a grimace, her hair noticeably wet, presumably from a shower, and made her way over to the dishwasher to place a couple of mugs in it.

Jessica and Ashley parted with giggles as they joined the Bellas in looking over at their captain just as their other captain entered the kitchen carrying a couple of dirty plates. Chloe’s hair was also noticeably wet, presumably from a shower, and though the two co-captains tried to hide it The Bellas knew they were secretly seeing each other. Shared showers appeared to be their forte. Chloe let out a yelp, dropping the plates the second she caught sight of Ashley’s new hair.

“Chlooooo!” Beca whined as she stared down at the broken plates, “Those were my favourite plates!” but Chloe didn’t appear to notice her brunette’s protests.

“Wow Ashley that…your hair looks…” Chloe struggled.

“Amazing?” Jessica helped, squeezing Ashley’s waist affectionately, and a broad smile grew on Chloe’s flustered face.

“Amazing! Yes! Wow! What a difference!” The redhead attempted politely. But Chloe’s secret girlfriend wasn’t one for observation and merely furrowed her brow as she looked over in Jessica and Ashley’s direction.

“Hasn’t…your hair ALWAYS been that colour?!” Beca asked with a wrinkled nose, as if trying to remember the last time she’d seen Ashley. And the Bellas all laughed out loud at their captain, Fat Amy even clapping the woman on the back as she shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“Shawshank you’re almost as oblivious about hair colour as you are about Bellas getting it on with other Bellas!” The Australian said as she walked out of the room. Beca got flustered, turning pink as she focussed intently on anything but Chloe.

“Well…clearly that shows how much it suits you Jessica. Well done.” Beca mumbled, and decided to make a coffee, honestly believing that Ashley was called Jessica and Jessica was called Ashley - the two women always being around one another.

Ashley turned back to Jessica, her brow raised slightly. But Jessica scrunched her nose up as she smiled at her girlfriend and squeezed her waist affectionately again.

“I love it!” Jessica whispered, “And I love you!”

And Ashley grinned as she bent down to kiss her girlfriend happily once again.

Best Present Ever

Hi! So I’ve only recently joined this fandom I guess but I decided I might as well write a fic for it. So in honour of Brittany Snows 30th birthday here is the bechloe fic no one asked for!

Pairing: Beca Mitchell/Chloe Beale
Rating: Fluff, fluff and more fluff
Summary: Beca Mitchell was good at a lot of things. She was an awesome DJ, could mix any genre of songs together and do this really cool thing with her tongue. One thing she was not good at was remembering dates. Important ones too.

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When Beca was five she had the worst birthday ever. Obviously a lot of five year olds could claim their birthday was the worst because they didn’t get a pony but Beca’s birthday really was a disaster. Whether you looked at the cake that had never been bought, the deflated balloons or the fact that no one turned up except her dad’s girlfriend Sheila- it was all around the worst. It didn’t even end there, it went from worse to worser (five year old Beca’s vocabulary was outstanding) as her dad attempted to distract her from the fact that he had forgotten her present as Sheila watched with sympathy as fake as her face.

From that moment on Beca rejected all birthdays, refusing to acknowledge even her own. This had caused many arguments, many tears and many gasps but Beca couldn’t bring herself to care. The more she ignored birthdays, the more she could forget about her own disaster of a birthday. Her friends had soon learned to accept the fact that Beca was a lot happier when they didn’t bring up birthdays and she was more than grateful that she wasn’t involved in party planning or cake buying.

Her friends learnt not to take offence, knowing that something had obviously happened to scare Beca away from the dreaded affairs. Nothing changed when she joined Barden and eventually the Bella’s. At first a few of them were offended of course, especially when Beca reacted explosively when they threw her a surprise party. Beca had run from the room and refused to venture out for the next few days. So the Bella’s grew used to her attitude and celebrated birthdays away from Beca and not caring when Beca didn’t attend said celebrations.

That was until Chloe Beale forced her way into Beca’s life.

Of course Beca knew Chloe and the redhead knew her a bit too well thanks to a certain shower situation. However Beca had never really been close to her, getting to wrapped up in her internship, Jesse and her dreams of L.A. So for the first year of university Beca and Chloe just sort of existed round each other.

That was until Jesse and Beca’s relationship broke down. She had managed to stay stony faced about the whole thing until the early hours of the morning where she allowed herself to have a ‘badass’ cry. That was when Chloe had found her in the bathroom, leaning against the bathtub with her hair stuck to her face in an unattractive manner. For the first time Beca allowed herself to be comforted and even enjoyed the comfort of Chloe’s embrace.

Beca and Chloe had become inseparable, forming the 'Bloe’ pair that everyone cooed over. Beca had never really had best friend unless you counted the boy who shared his crayons with her in kindergarten. So taking on the role of a best friend (especially Chloe Beale’s best friend) took a lot of adjusting to but Chloe was nothing if not forgiving.

One thing Beca didn’t realise, was best friends celebrated their best friends birthday.

So she was none the wiser when a week before the big event Chloe came skipping into the kitchen, her cheeks flushed and that grin spread across her face that made Beca’s knees shake a little bit. Beca continued to spoon her cereal into her mouth, trying to complete the word search on the cereal box as Chloe sat opposite her, looking at her with a purposeful stare. She and managed to ignore it but eventually the excited wriggling redhead had distracted her from finding the odd face out and she looked up, one eyebrow raised.

“Dude if you need to pee please don’t do it on that chair.” Chloe had pouted teasingly, but her mood was obviously hard to shift as she giggled soon after. She looked at Beca with that stupid look of hers, fixing her hair quickly before flicking a lucky charm at Beca. Then, she not so subtly pulled the calendar off the wall and flicked through it before sliding it over to Beca. Her stomach dropped as she looked at the cake doodled on a certain date next to Chloe’s name written in swirly writing.

“Chlo, you know I don’t-” thank god she as cut off by Fat Amy strolling in and ruffling Beca’s hair, distracting her from noticing the fallen look on Chloe’s face. Emily followed soon after, babbling about some enthusiastic nonsense but Beca could physically feel the awkwardness in the air. Which didn’t help when Emily asked Chloe about her birthday and the latter quickly stood and left the room. Emily looked mortified, rushing out after her as Amy turned and looked accusingly at Beca.

“What did you do?” Beca immediately held her hands up, Amy not helping with the guilt already swimming in her gut. Chloe’s face as she had rushed out was imprinted on Beca’s mind and she brought her hands up, covering her face as she groaned. Amy noticed the calendar sitting on the table and seemed to click on as she stood in front of Beca and pulled her hands away from her face.

“Isn’t it different? The fact that it’s Chloe’s…” She didn’t say the word but Beca knew what she was about to say. But Beca couldn’t focus. All she could think about was the fact that Chloe currently hated her (she didn’t but Beca was nothing if not a drama queen) and she had probably ruined the week leading up to her best friends birthday.

God she was awful.

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Apparently everyone else was incredibly eager for the upcoming birthday.

“Package for Jessica!” Flo came into the living room with a large box in her hand, handing it to Jessica. She read the tag and squealed, running over to Ashely and showing her. Chloe perked up from her spot on the sofa, Beca at the opposite end. Even though it was tense between the two, the redhead still allowed her feet to rest on Beca’s thigh and the younger girl didn’t mind.

“What’s that Jess?” Chloe smiled at the blonde who tapped her nose knowingly and winked.

“Only for a certain occasion later this week.” Chloe’s face had lit up as she clapped, grinning at the pair who held the now obvious present in their laps. Beca hadn’t even realised she was watching Chloe when the redhead turned towards her and her smile fell slightly. Beca quickly closed her laptop and left the room, claiming she had to finish an essay.

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Next came Emily.

The Bella’s had all ventured out to a cafe as Amy claimed she needed substance other than Cheetos and ketchup. As they waited for their meals, Emily’s phone went off and she answered with an excited murmur as everyone looked at her with curiosity.

“Yeah- yeah, she’s here now, okay, yep, will do!” Emily ended the conversation and looked over at Chloe. She grinned excitedly as she slid her phone over to the redhead. She picked the phone up, eyes scanning the message as her face slowly lit up bit by bit.

“No way! Thank you so much!” Chloe showed the others a video from Emily’s mother who had managed to bring together the old Bella’s to sing happy birthday over the phone. Beca’s said something about feeling ill and left the cafe in a rush, ignoring a blue eyed stare following her.

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Then it was Cynthia.

Beca was lounging across the sofa, legs over the back so she was upside down her head hanging off the edge. Chloe sat at the other end with a book in her hands, reading about Russian Lit probably for ironic reasons. The doorbell rung and Cynthia had rushed out, returning with a handful of balloons.

“Isn’t it someone’s birthday this week?’ She teased as Chloe jumped up, throwing her book at Beca’s lap who caught it with an 'umph’. She hugged Cynthia with a squeal as she took hold of the balloons and swung the round, yelling thank you over and over again. Beca slid off the sofa and left the room while Chloe gazed adoringly at the inflated objects.

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They didn’t stop. The rest came after.

Fat Amy has bought a new outfit for her, Stacie was planning a party and Aubrey had some elaborate, sentimental present planned. Maybe Beca should just let Aubrey take the role of best friend, she was obviously a million times more worthy. Chloe had the same reaction to each person, looking like a child on.. Well their birthday. Beca felt more guilty each time, fleeing the room and sometimes even the house. It was eating her alive.

The fact was that she didn’t actually resent that it was Chloe’s birthday. It was something else, the dealing of worth. If she wasn’t worthy of having a birthday, why would she be worthy of sharing a birthday with someone as beautiful as Chloe Beale. How could she find a gift that lived up to everyone else. Chloe deserved everything and more, but did Beca deserve her? Currently the answer was no.

The night before Chloe’s birthday Beca lay in bed, unable to sleep as she sat with her knees under her chin. There was going to be a party tomorrow for Chloe, everyone was going… except Beca. She felt her eyes water at the idea of Chloe realising she wouldn’t be there, knowing it would upset her. She sniffles, gathering the tears under her eyes with her hand as she struggled to keep quiet. Luckily Amy was out with Bumper so she had the night to herself.

"Becs?” Beca’s head shot up as she recognised Chloe’s voice, the redhead shuffling in to the room. Beca quickly wiped her face as she watched the girl in front of her, a blanket wrapped round her with a bottle of wine in her hands.

“I know you don’t celebrate birthdays Bec. I don’t mind if you don’t come tomorrow, and you don’t even have to get me a gift but please can I sit with you tonight? I brought this,” she held up the bottle of wine and waved it with a watery grin. Beca found herself melting as she nodded, shuffling over so Chloe could join her.

Chloe sat next to her, wrapping the blanket around both of them as she giggled, opening the bottle and taking a sip before passing it to Beca, who took a sip the held it in her lap. Chloe rested her head on Beca’s shoulder, tracing the pattern on her younger friends leggings. Beca turned her head, allowing herself to bury her nose in the red wisps.

“Sometimes I like to imagine that it’s just me and you.” Beca startled at the sound of Chloe but allowed her to continue, “I love the girls but I like to think about it. Me and you, ya know? Waking up, getting coffee, watching movies with no one else. Then when it’s my birthday we get takeout and we just sit, get drunk and eat with no one else. Not even a party or anything. Just me and you Becs.”

Beca felt herself tear up, whimpering slightly as she pulled Chloe closer to her. She whispered apologies into her hair without even realising it, needing Chloe to realise that Beca wanted nothing more than what her best friend just described. How could she share a house with her though if she couldn’t even celebrate her birthday?

“I like to think I know a lot about you. You pretend not to like Taylor Swift, you prefer black coffee even though you hate it, you hate mornings but love the night. I know that you actually really loved Jesse, and you actually love hugs if they are given the right way. Why don’t I know why you hate birthdays?”

Beca stayed silent for a moment before her face was slowly turned towards Chloe’s, soft fingers grasping her chin before trailing down to her shoulder. Beca closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath before whispering in the softest, most vulnerable voice:

“I’m not worthy of birthdays.”

Chloe could not believe what she was hearing. Being someone who was a firm believer that Beca Mitchell was worthy of everything and more she had a whole list of arguments for anyone who was willing to say otherwise. But here she was hearing from the girl herself, her best friend, the tiny DJ that rejected all affection that Beca Mitchell wasn’t worthy of birthdays. And god, that needed to change immediately.

Chloe lunged towards Beca, yanking her into a tight embrace as Beca wept and wept, rambling about the story of her five year old birthday as she rushed to explain to Chloe why she never celebrated birthdays for so many years. Chloe listened with disbelief, anger and most of all sadness as her best friend had been hiding this for so many years. Soon the rambling ceased and Beca just gripped into the redheads pyjama shirt with an iron grip. She waited for the brunette to calm herself, as she soothingly traced the shape of her spine with her fingertips, holding her close with the other.

“I’m so, so sorry Chlo.” Chloe just hummed, smiling contently she placed a gentle kiss on top of her friends head. Slowly, Beca raised her head, looking into blue eyes searchingly then allowed her eyes to dart downwards. Her alarm chimed to signal it was midnight and Beca reached over to switch it off before turning back to Chloe. Taking a deep breath she cupped Chloe’s face in her hands, leaned in and whispered against her lips:

“Happy birthday Chloe.”

She closed the distance, allowing their lips to connect as Chloe let out a satisfied hum, bringing her hand up to Beca’s jaw as she reciprocated with ease. Beca felt a warm sensation creep over her, as close wasn’t close enough, climbing into Chloe’s lap and tangling her fingers in her hair. They broke away, keeping close as their breaths mingled before Chloe grinned cheekily in the darkness as Beca rolled her eyes.

“Best present ever.”

look for the girl with the sun in her eyes

Summary: It’s the hottest day in July and Amy is eight months and two days pregnant when Jake introduces Captain Holt to X-Men.

whoo, okay. this monstrosity of a fic was written in collaboration with my dear friend @weaslayyy, based on a series of headcanons that she and i shared regarding jake and amy spending quiet evenings at captain holt’s house and also x-men. i’ve been working on it for about a month, and honestly i have no idea if it’s my best work but it’s really dear to me and maybe its ooc but im so sick of looking at it that i’m gonna go ahead and post it. there are about a billion notes i want to add about characters and headcanons and references and inspiration for things, and disclaimers, but i’ll wait til i post on ao3 to do that. reviews would be very, very, VERY welcome, and i hope u enjoy!! p.s., shoutout to @emilybrontay for proofreading that one section for me; ur the best, sennen.

It’s ten thirty pm on a Wednesday night when Jake walks out of the kitchen to the sight of Amy fast asleep on Captain Holt’s shoulder, the muted sounds of Luke Skywalker saying, “I’m a Jedi, like my father before me,” playing on the television in front of them.

Later, he’ll swear up and down that he doesn’t (inexplicably and irritatingly and God, I’m a grown man who actually does his taxes now, what kind of nonsense is this) suddenly get a funny kind of lump in his throat and one or two tears in his eyes.

(He does. Kind of. Maybe.)

(It’s okay, though, because he stays in the kitchen until he pulls it together again, and no one is ever the wiser.)

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2x03 Girls (3/6) + doodles

Tell me a bit about them all. Right, OK, then. OK, imagine a ladder. At the bottom of the ladder there’s me, Chloe. I’m single, I enjoy Italian food, tennis and singing in the shower. You’re at the bottom of the ladder? Yeah, well, give me a chance, Rae. I’ve only been in the gang a week. So next up is Lois. Lois is very sweet, she’s just not the brightest. She says she’s got this secret boyfriend. No-one’s ever seen him. There’s a very strong possibility that he’s imaginary. Vicky, you’ve met before. She can be a bit of a bitch if she doesn’t know you. She’s got this skin condition and she had a proper bad flare-up a couple of days ago, so don’t mention anything. Then there’s Amy. She’s quiet, a little scary. And then of course, top of the ladder, there’s Stacey herself. She likes tarot cards, dancing and the Backstreet Boys.

hotarurea  asked:

Please talk about ridiculousness of Logan-Christopher comparison! I wrote about it a little but I want to hear your rant! <3

Gladly! 

Okay, so. The first thing that makes this comparison ridiculous is the difference between the Lorelai/Christopher relationship and the Rory/Logan relationship. Lorelai and Christopher were teenagers. They were 16-years-old. They were in a very, very different place in their lives when they were dating and when Lorelai got pregnant. They were kids. They had no idea what it takes to be in and sustain an adult relationship, and I think that’s something that carried over n their dynamic throughout the rest of the show. In a way, they were stuck there: Two kids trying to figure it out. Rory and Logan, on the other hand, were adults when they dated. It was Rory’s only real, adult relationship. They dated for at least three years. They lived together. They made it through a long distance relationship. Logan proposed at the end of Season 7. They start this relationship in Season 5, when it’s just this new, exciting thing. It turns into this solid, relationship built on love and respect. They help each other grow. When they’re together, they’re better. 

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