bec i was in the middle of packing my things up while doing this

4. “I just had to see you.”

A/N: Hiya. Sorry I’ve had super bad writers block lately, and it’s kinda late, but i was supposed to go out with my roommate tonight and well she fell asleep so here I am writing instead. Apologies for any typos, I’m exhausted and finals killed me. Again: all my ish is tagged under “ficshit” 

Here’s the list
1. Oh my God, you’re in love with her
2. You’re too good for this world
3. It’s about damn time

Chloe had gotten an internship. Chloe was leaving. Chloe was leaving Beca for six months and there was nothing she could do to stop her. Chloe was LEAVING FOR SIX MONTHS and Beca hadn’t told her how much she loved her, let alone at all.

It’s not like she didn’t try to tell her. She did the cliche flowers randomly sent to her last class of the day and the buying of the coffee and literally everything she’d learned from all the movies the girls forced her to watch and yet, nothing.

“Amy, I can’t just go tell her! She’s leaving! She won’t leave if I tell her and I can’t do that to her. She’s worked too hard to get where she’s going, I’m not gonna be that girl.” Beca practically screamed to Amy over the phone. She was driving home from her own internship and Amy had called her because she saw that Chloe was almost done packing up her things. 

“Beca, come on! She won’t. She probably already knows.”

“I’m not willing to take that risk, I can’t lose her entirely. It’s only six months, I’ll make it work.” she sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. Six months. Six months of no Chloe, of no late night cuddles where Beca pretends she hates when Chloe does that thing with the little curls on the back of her neck, and no Chloe telling her how much she loves her - even if it’s just platonically.

“Well, you’re the one driving her to the airport tonight - so just get home, ya?”

“I’ll be there in five.” she hung up.

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It’s Going Down, I’m Yelling Tinder

Thanks to the beautiful cinnamon roll Valnixyrie who was both the person who came up with the plot bunny for this story, and the beta. You’re GREAT. And also, yes of course this is for becommissar week which starts today and I’m excited. 

Beca tapped her fingers on the counter and sighed. She didn’t really feel like doing anything but she didn’t really feel like doing nothing either. Which is exactly what she had felt like for the last week and it was entirely frustrating.

She sighed again and put her head down. Soon enough one of the Bellas would come in and try to talk to her, and she would appreciate it, as she had for the past few days, but also she would be annoyed as fuck. She just needed a distraction, honestly.

Beca looked at her phone, knowing that it would have no messages. Jesse wouldn’t text her anymore. Or wouldn’t be texting her for a while. A week ago he had come to her and said the very frightening words ‘we need to talk,’ and it had been exactly what she’d feared. He told her they needed a break. He didn’t think they were working out together, were too distant from each other, weren’t exactly sure who the other was anymore, whatever the fuck else people said at the end of relationships. Beca had fought him about it. She thought they were fine, busy, with a little less time for each other than normal, but that would change soon. Nothing beside the fact that they hadn’t spent as much time together had been different. It could all be fixed easily.

Except then Jesse told her that he’d met someone else. She worked for the movie studio he’d finally landed a job with. They had hit it off after he’d emailed her to find out how it was to work there. Nothing had happened between them, Jesse swore, but Beca didn’t know if she was in any mind to really believe that. She’d broken it off completely, rage and hurt flowing through her easily. The Bellas had been a godsend to help her through it, and so had the many practices needed right before Worlds, but still when she was alone, she ended up like this.

“Becs!” Stacie shouted, before coming into the kitchen. She flopped down on the bar stool beside her. “Packed yet?”

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Fix This

Anonymous said to 5minutefanfiction:

Can you make an imagine where the reader kill Lisa in an accident?Dean(her boyfriend) gets very angry and say horrible things to her, like Lisa worths more than her?So she send her soul to bring her back, and when Dean discover it he feels very guilt

Authors Note:

WORD COUNT: some light Sunday reading, or Monday reading just not while your at school. :D 6400

Dean’s other, other cell rang and Y/N searched trying to find it. She had stayed behind from this last hunt due to recovering from the flu. While she was fine now, she was still a bit flat. She eventually found it under the bed, it looked like it had fallen from his duffle.

She frowned at the 12 missed calls, all from Lisa. She knew who she was and what she had meant to Dean. But from what he had told her it was over and there was nothing left between them. The phone rang again and Y/N answered, not knowing what else to do. To call that often was usually a bad sign.

‘Dean?’ a young male voice cried.

‘No, Dean’s friend. Who’s this?’

‘Ben. I need Dean.’

‘He’s not here, but I can try and find him. Have him call you?’

‘Do that. Quickly.’

‘Ben, are in you trouble? I can help. I work with Dean.’

Y/N frowned, she knew the kid had become attached to Dean, but something about his voice made her blood run cold.

‘You do what he does?’

‘Yes.’

‘Something’s after Mum.’

‘Ok, I can help with that. I’m going to get in my car now and come over. My names Y/N. Can you tell me more about what it is?’

Ben gave her the details, and from what Y/N could tell it was a demon. She gave Ben some instructions, grabbing her duffle from under her and Dean’s bed she packed up and headed out, calling Dean from the road. His cell went straight to message bank.

‘Baby, I need you to call me. Something’s come up and you’re not going to like it.’

She drove for an hour before calling again. It wasn’t like him not to take her calls. The guy answered even if he was in the middle of a kill. Not that it happened often, the two were inseparable and she was usually by his side. They had been together for a good couple of years, friends for longer.

‘Dean, please. Call.’

She called Sam’s mobile and he answered straight the way.

‘Where’s Dean?’

‘Here, why?’

‘All I’m getting is his message bank.’

‘Ah yeah his phone’s died. He was going to call you in a minute and let you know. And he’s lost his other cell.’

‘I’ve got that.’

Sam put Dean on.

‘Hey gorgeous, I’m so sorry. Hope you didn’t worry to much.’

‘That’s not what I’m stressed about.’

She sighed and explained the call. She heard the line go quiet.

‘Dean?’

‘You’re heading there now?’

‘Yeah. I’ve given Ben the basic run down on keeping safe. I’m about 3 hours out.’

‘Find a motel, sit tight. I’ll deal with it.’

‘Dean you’re at least six hours away. The kids scared out of his mind and I’m not sure how long he can hold this thing off.’

Dean went quiet.

‘Be careful Y/N,’ he said quietly. ‘I’ll be there as soon as I can.’

‘Always. I know you will. I love you.’

‘Love you too Sweetheart. Keep me updated.’

‘Sure I’ll leave you a message.’

‘Smart arse,’ he chuckled.

She could hear him throwing things into his bag. He’d be there well before the six hours was up.

Y/N arrived and Ben let her inside. She found Lisa in the kitchen and she was a mess.

‘He tried, it tried. Oh my God,’ Lisa cried.

‘Yeah, these things do this. I’m sorry to bring it up but I need to know who it possessed last time it attacked.’

Y/N got more answers from Ben than she did Lisa. Which wasn’t surprising.

‘So her boyfriends trying to kill her?’ she summarised.

‘Demon boyfriend.’

‘What’s he like otherwise?’

‘A total douche.’

Y/N grinned, he definitely looked up to Dean.

‘Sweet ride,’ he commented looking out the window at her mustang.

‘Yeah, it’s not bad.’

She wrote down Sam’s number and handed it to Ben.

‘If anything happens, this is Dean’s brother. Dean’s with him, he’s just having technical difficulties right now with his phone. But he’s on the way here.’

They heard a crash and Y/N swore.

‘I forgot to salt the laundry door,’ Ben cried.

‘Run, hide, call Sam,’ Y/N told him, grabbing her angel blade and moving out.

She moved into the back room and came face to face with six demons. She watched as one of them held Lisa by the neck, their grip tightening as she struggled.

‘Winchesters old slut and his new one, this will be a good night.’

Y/N smiled at them.

‘Well, its going to be fun, that’s for sure.’

A demon attacked Y/N from behind and she swung stabbing him in the chest. She engaged in a fight with the demons that were left. The fight was brutal, she had cuts and bruises, a stab wound to her thigh that just missed her artery, and several other near misses. Pushing it all to the back of her mind, ignoring the pain, she pushed herself. There was no choice. She had to save her.

Not realising that she was moving further away from Lisa. She looked up and saw the demon getting ready to break her neck. Knowing she wouldn’t reach Lisa in time, she threw her blade at the demon and whistled. The demon turned to look at her, the blade was on par to get him in the chest. But then tragedy struck, another wave of demons came through the door slamming it into Lisa, pushing her into the blades trajectory. She didn’t stand a chance.

Y/N screamed as it went into her chest.

‘Lisa!’ Dean screamed from behind Y/N, pushing past her.
Y/N dropped to the floor in shock. She had never taken a human life before, hell she struggled if they hit a rabbit on the road. And now she had blood on her hands, Lisa’s blood. The demons moved towards Y/N but she didn’t care. Dean looked back at her, nothing but hatred in his eyes. He turned back to Lisa and continued to cry over her lifeless body. Sam fought the demon’s off before trying to console Y/N.

Three weeks later, they had buried Lisa and sent Ben to live with his Grandparents. Dean had refused to speak to Y/N. He refused to talk to anyone. The only thing he did was drink.

Y/N knocked on the bedroom door, kicking her stuff to one side. Dean had thrown everything into the hallway. Their relationship was over. She opened the door and took in his appearance.

‘Dean, can you please let me exp-.’

‘Explain? You want to give me details on how you killed her?’

‘No, not like that. I wasn’t …I wasn’t aiming for her, the demon-.’

‘I don’t want to hear it Y/N.’

‘I fought to keep her alive Dean.’

‘Was that before or during the blade you threw into her heart.’

Y/N burst into tears.

‘Dean,’ she pleaded.

‘I can’t believe you killed her. She didn’t deserve to die Y/N!’

‘I know she didn’t.’

‘Did you? Because it certainly didn’t look that way!’ he yelled.

Y/N looked at her once loving, doting boyfriend. She got he was hurting. She knew she was the cause. But surely he saw that she didn’t aim for Lisa, that her death was an accident.

‘Dean,’ she cried, moving towards him.

‘Go to hell Y/N. I don’t want anything to do with you. We’re done. I should never have left her. Never have given her up for something so worthless.’

‘Worthless?’

‘Yes worthless,’ he sneered. ‘She’s worth more, even dead. Than you will ever be.’

Y/N was hit with another wave of tears.

‘It should have been you that died Y/N,’ he growled.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Y/N left, she jumped in her car and drove off.

After another couple of weeks of drinking, Dean finally sobered up. Stumbling out of the room he tripped on Y/N’s stuff outside his bedroom door, he had no idea why it was there. He only remembered bits and pieces of the past few weeks. He knew they had fought, but he couldn’t remember much.

He walked into the library, to be met by Sam’s glare.

‘What?’

‘You’re a dick, you know that right?’

‘Why?’

‘Telling Y/N she was worthless, that you wished she had of died.’

Dean groaned. He thought he had dreamt that.

‘You don’t think she’s suffering enough? Do you even remember what happened?’

Dean went to leave but Sam stopped him.

‘She threw the blade at the demon trying to kill Lisa, the demons barging through the door pushed Lisa in the way. If it wasn’t for that, Y/N would have taken out the demon and Lisa would have lived. Y/N almost died that day too. She was losing too much blood when we got there. If I hadn’t of sewn her up you would have lost them both,’ Sam growled at him.

Dean went looking for another bottle, he didn’t need to hear this. He didn’t want to hear this or face it.

‘We’re out.’

Dean went looking for his keys to go buy some more.

‘Check your messages first,’ Sam sighed. ‘At least while your sober.’

Sam left the room, leaving Dean looking at his cell. He dialled the message bank and listened there were two messages. The first one from Y/N.

‘She’s back.’

The second was a voice that brought tears to his eyes.

‘Dean? I got a message to call you. Said you would explain. What’s going on? Where’s Ben?’ Lisa’s voice came through his speaker.

Dean dropped his phone and slumped into the chair. Guilt washing over him. For Lisa to be back it only meant one thing. Y/N had made a deal. He threw his phone across the room. Anger and guilt washing over him.

After he calmed down a bit he found his other cell and rang Y/N, the phone call going straight to her message bank.

‘Damn it Y/N, how the hell could you be so stupid? What did you do? I never wanted this, you know that. I wouldn’t… not you,’ his voice started off angry, before he couldn’t take it anymore, he burst into tears. ‘Come home, we will fix it.’

He looked up to see Sam in the door way, watching as his little brother paled as he explained what Y/N had most likely done.

Sam got to work on trying to find Y/N. Dean left for Lisa’s. He wanted to explain it all in person.

He arrived and wrapped Lisa into a hug. It was so good to see her alive. He breathed her in and felt a stab of pain in his chest. It wasn’t the same. Not like holding Y/N. His heart didn’t skip a beat, his breath didn’t hitch, his body didn’t melt like it did with Y/N. The only thing he felt was guilt that is was Lisa in his arms and not Y/N.

He told Lisa what happened, all of it. The entire truth. She didn’t take it too well and kicked him out. Threatening to call the police if he ever came near her again.

Dean called Sam as he left, hoping he had a lead on Y/N. He had nothing. Dean prayed she hadn’t traded her life for Lisa, that it was a 10 year deal. That he had time to fix it. He knew though, even if she was dead. He’d fix things some how.

Over the next month they heard stories of a new hunter in the game, one that was brutal, no remorse, nothing. Dean considered it was Y/N, but both he and Sam agreed based on what they had heard it was too cruel for her. Even they felt sorry for some of the things this hunter had killed. They weren’t always quick about it.

They continued hunting, moving around, taking cases that she would have. Hoping to find her. Nothing else was working and they were getting desperate.

They moved through the old house, looking for the vamps that had been on a killing spree through the small town. They spotted them all gathered in a room and were about to break through the door when they watched as someone dropped from the ceiling taking on the vampires, killing them with ease. The style was unique, and they would have picked it anywhere. The only thing that made them second guess it, was the look on the face of the woman now standing among headless bodies.

‘Y/N?’ Dean cried.

He watched as she gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes. She’d changed. Her face was emotionless, her once long hair now sat just below her shoulders in waves. Her outfit was revealing. Not the normal tank top and jeans. This wasn’t the woman he loved.

‘Hey, great seeing you,’ she muttered, screwing up her face. ‘But if you don’t mind, get lost.’

Sam’s jaw dropped. Dean looked just as shocked.

‘We’ve been looking for you.’

‘Right. Not sure why, what you want’s in Battle Creek.’

Y/N turned her attention back to the victim in the room.

‘Hey honey,’ she smiled sweetly.

Dean watched as her face changed as she ran her eye’s over the young girl.

‘Can I go home, please?’ she cried.

‘Yeah, of course. I’ll call your parents and we can get you out of here and to safety.’

The girl sobbed with relief. Dean watched carefully, not sure what was happening. It sounded like Y/N. But her eyes looked like something different.

‘It’s probably better if you close your eyes though, while I clean up the mess, it will get pretty gruesome.’

The young girl no older than 16 closed her eyes, and Y/N swung taking her head off.

‘Y/N!’ Dean screamed.

‘What the hell?’ Sam cried. ‘She was a kid.’

‘Toughen up princess. She had been infected. I’m cleaning up the mess. God anyone would think you hadn’t hunted before.’

‘We have a cure, you knew that,’ Dean growled. ‘You’re the one searching for a cure for everything.’

He grabbed her arm and slammed her against the wall, really looking at her. Something was clearly wrong.

‘And how wrong was I? I mean seriously Dean, this is so much quicker and I have another hunt to go to. You know time restraints and all.’

She pushed him out the way and walked out. Leaving both men staring after her.

‘What the hell was that?’ Dean asked.

‘Who was that?’

‘That’s not my girl, Sam.’

‘No it wasn’t.’

‘Even if she cut a deal, she wouldn’t do that.’

Dean looked over at the young woman now lying in her own pool of blood. There’s no way she would do that.

They cleaned up and went to the local bar. Dean’s eyes darkened as he spotted her, dancing with some sleeze. His eyes widened as he looked at her outfit. Super short black leather skirt. Her shirt was sleeveless, loose and flowing, it crossed over at the front and showed her bra and breasts as she moved. Her heels making her legs look long and lean. Damn she looked hot. But it wasn’t her and he knew that. She didn’t even own those types of clothes.

He watched as the guy ran his hands along her body and Dean lost it. He stormed over there and grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. Not bothering to say anything.

‘Just cos she’s shut up shop doesn’t mean I’m willing to jump back in the sack with you Winchester,’ she spat, downing a shot.

‘That’s not why I’m here,’ he growled.

‘Why are you here?’

‘To fix this, you, us. I was a jerk.’

‘Apology accepted. Answers no. I’m actually loving my life right now.’

‘You killed an innocent girl Y/N. There’s no way you’d love that. No way, my girl, would love that,’ Dean hissed in her ear.

Y/N smirked at him and pushed herself into Dean’s arms. Dean felt that familiar pull to her he never got with Lisa.

‘I’m not your girl Sweetheart. You made that choice. You got everything you wanted. And now I’m enjoying what life I have left. So unless you are going to have me screaming your name tonight you need to piss off.’

She went to step back, when Dean tightened his grip around her waist, holding her against him.

‘What the hell is that supposed to mean?’

‘I have plans and your ruining it,’ she spat, pushing him off her.

Dean watched as she walked back over the guy from earlier and climbed onto his lap. He watched as the guy pushed his hands into her shirt, followed by his face. Dean was gripping the bottle of beer that tight he thought it would break.

‘We need Cas,’ Sam frowned.

‘We need to lock her up.’

‘Good luck there.’

They watched as she led the bloke outside and down an alley. Dean followed and his jealousy got the better of him. He yanked the guy off her and decked him. Knocking him out with one punch. The look that Y/N gave him actually scared Dean. He called for Cas and had him transport them to the bunker. Where Dean tied her to a chair.

Cas moved to check Y/N’s mind, to see if she was ok, or under the influence of anything.

‘This is rather amusing and all, but I would have told if you asked,’ Y/N told them.

‘Fine. What the hell are you?’

‘Dead. Well, will be in oh a week. It’s rather poetic really, dying the day you are born. Now if you don’t mind. I have plans.’

‘What?’ Dean cried, his voice small and breaking.

‘You honestly think that Lisa came back all by herself? You’re an idiot. The strings I had to pull to get her here. I really do hope you are banging the crap out of her, Dean. Made it worth my while. Especially since because you hated me, I had no leverage. Taking my life wasn’t of benefit to anyone.’

Dean’s blood ran cold.

‘What did you do?’

‘Gave them my soul. Got my meat suit top side leave for a few months, tie up loose ends all that. Nothing major. How is Lisa?’

Dean felt the tears running down his face. She had sold her soul.

‘You sold your soul?’

‘Gave. Big difference. It was all I could do. Now untie me.’

‘Sorry Baby. I think it’s best if you stay put until I can figure this out.’

‘You’re funny. There is no figuring this out. I’m not even sure why you care. She’s alive, I’m almost dead. It’s exactly what you want.’

‘No it’s not. I was mad Y/N, I was stupid. I never should have said it. I would never want you dead. You know that.’

‘Sure. If you’re not going to untie me can you at least kill me. I’m not wanting the whole mutt thing.’

Dean paled, ‘No!’

‘There’s just no pleasing you,’ she growled.

Dean walked out, he couldn’t take anymore. It was all too much.

‘Crowley?’ Sam suggested.

They went off to call him and try to convince him to fix this. Y/N had helped him out of a few predicaments in the past. They were hoping they could cash it in. They didn’t have much luck. It wasn’t that he was unwilling to help, it was that whoever took her soul and had a claim over her body was a rouge demon.

Dean went back into the dungeon and found it empty. He swore and ran through the bunker looking for her. But it was too late, she was gone.

Crowley came through after a while, handing Dean a jar with Y/N’s soul in it.
‘She owes me,’ Crowley warned.

‘I’m looking forward to you trying to collect,’ Dean threated him.

Crowley smiled at Dean.

‘Her contract?’

‘Went up with the traitor.’

‘The rest of the contracts.’

‘I took them over.’

‘Lisa?’

‘Alive and well. I can fix that though, if you wish.’

‘Get out, Crowley.’

Dean tried calling Y/N but all he got was her message bank. Cas went looking, locating every evil thing he could find. Eventually finding Y/N going after a group of demons.

‘There’s 14 of them,’ Cas warned. ‘She won’t survive it.’

‘I think that’s the point.’

The men geared up and Cas transported them out. Dean looked at Y/N. Black leather pants, heels, black lace corset. Her face emotionless. She was already in a fight when they got there. There were dead bodies laying across the floor. Dean and Sam jumped into help. The bottle with Y/N’s soul in it in Dean’s pocket. The second this was over he was putting it back in her. Cas helped where he could and things started to come to an end. Dean attacked one of the few demons that was left, but it grabbed him and threw him into a wall, the glass bottle in his pocket smashing, Y/N’s white soul moving through the air to return to it’s body.

It entered through her mouth, throwing her head back, causing her body to stop amid the chaos. Dean screamed for her to move as he watched a demon attack but it was too late. The demon pushed a knife into her stomach and turned it. Smiling at the now whole hunter. The young woman who had no idea of where she was or how she got there.

Dean watched as her jaw dropped in shock and her face screwed up in pain.

‘Y/N!’ he screamed, pushing his demon blade into the bastard that stabbed her. ‘Baby,’ he sobbed, catching her as she collapsed.

She tried to talk but all she managed to do was cough up mouthfuls of blood. Dean pushed his hand into her stomach wound, trying to stop the bleed but it was too late.

‘Cas!’ he screamed.

Castiel came over and looked at her, the blood now flowing between Dean’s fingers, the trails of blood from her mouth. He watched as the life left her eyes.

Dean watched as her chest stopped moving, her gurgled breath now quiet and he fell apart. Screaming at Cas to bring her back. Fix things. Make it all better.

Cas lent down and placed his hand over the stomach wound on Y/N. It was bad. The worst he had seen. He could fix it but it would drain him. He looked at Dean and saw how shattered he was. He could feel Y/N’s soul watching, questioning why Dean cared so much. It broke Castiel’s own heart. Human emotions were strange and complicated.

‘Cas?’ Y/N called, her voice fading in and out as they tried to pull her to heaven.

‘Yes.’

‘I don’t understand. Is Lisa ok?’

‘She’s fine.’

‘So why is he sad? He got what he wanted.’

Cas looked at the woman sadly. Dean loved Y/N, he was her soul mate. The pair chosen by cupid. They were always destined to be together. And yet this horrible turn of events may have ruined fate’s plans. And they weren’t going to be happy with it.

‘He never wanted this Y/N. It’s time you come home,’ Cas told her.

‘No Cas. I fixed it, let it be.’

‘She doesn’t want to go back Dean,’ Cas said softly.

Dean’s heart broke, that can’t be.

‘Baby, please. Come back. I never meant it, I need you,’ he sobbed over her body.

Cas healed her body, pulling her soul back into it’s vessel once again. Despite her protests.

Dean shifted as she gasped and threw herself forward. Her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She had barely registered that she was alive when Dean smothered her in kisses.

‘Where? How? Oh my God, what the hell am I wearing?’ she panicked.

‘It’s a long story but everything’s ok. You’re ok. That’s all that matters,’ Dean cried kissing her again.

‘Do you remember anything?’ Sam asked.

‘I had the flu?’

‘Yeah,’ Dean agreed quietly. ‘It played havoc with your mind, sorta screwed things up a bit.’

Sam and Cas looked at Dean confused, but didn’t say anything. They would discuss it later.

‘Come on baby, let’s go home.’

Dean helped Y/N stand up and gave her his jacket. Not that he was complaining about the outfit. It looked hot, but the blood covering her bothered him. He couldn’t keep looking at it, knowing how close he came to never holding her again.
They drove back to the bunker in Y/N’s car. Dean came up with another excuse for all of Y/N’s gear on in the passage. She looked at him funny but didn’t question it.

For the next week Dean barely left her side, she still hadn’t remembered anything and Dean was grateful.

Y/N was walking towards the kitchen when she heard the boys talking.

‘You need to tell her, Dean. She has a right to know. It’s going to be better that she finds out from you rather than someone else.’

‘She doesn’t need to know. Do you think she would have done any of that if she had a soul?’

‘It’s not just that, what about Lisa?’

‘Don’t go there Sam.’

‘Is this to protect her or yourself?’ Sam questioned.

Y/N frowned. She didn’t like the sound of this.

‘This has nothing to do with me.’

‘What about what you said?’

‘Shut it Sam.’

Y/N walked back into the room her and Dean shared and found her iPad, she went and sat in one of the spare rooms so she could have some privacy and started googling. It didn’t take long to find things. Lisa’s obituary, the announcement she was back from the dead several weeks later. The piles of dead bodies after. Y/N still didn’t remember much but she knew somehow it was her that was responsible.

She gathered her purse and keys and decided to head out.

‘Babe? Where you going?’ Dean called, watching her go past.

‘Pharmacy. I need to fill a script. Run some errands.’

Dean nodded and got up.

‘Want company? We can pick up dinner, head somewhere after,’ he smiled, kissing her.

‘As nice as it would be, I think I just need some me time. I might hit the book store. I know you’re not up for that.’

Dean frowned at her, her voice was emotionless. There was nothing there.

‘I’ll be back later.’

‘You ok?’

‘Yeah.’

She left and Dean stood staring at the garage. Sam waited for Dean to come back to the table before he spoke again.

‘She knows.’

Dean paled, ‘What? No, she…son of a bitch.’

Dean ran into the garage but it was too late, she was gone. He called her but her phone was off, he drove into town checking the pharmacy, the book store and couldn’t find her.

Y/N sat outside Lisa’s house watching her and Ben through the window. The tears flowed down her cheeks as got flashes of what happened. The blade she threw that killed the poor woman. Dean’s words to her afterwards. Her giving up her soul, the promise of death in exchange for Lisa’s life. Cas bringing her back despite her pleas to let her be. All of it came flooding back in flashes.

She drove to a motel and booked in, she had no idea what to do. What to think. She had killed people, innocent people that could have been saved, should have been saved. She killed Lisa. And then there was Dean. He hated her, but at the same time acted like she was the love of his life. Was it an act?

After almost three weeks of crying, of self hatred, of wishing Cas had of just left her to die. She headed back to the bunker. Everything was just too much and she wanted out. She had decided to pick up her gear and go. Find some small town to hide in or a city to get lost in.

Y/N parked out the front and attempted to enter the bunker as quietly as possible. However, when it come to the bunker door there was no such thing. She walked down the stairs and saw Dean rushing into the room, his eyes red raw, his face wet, his nose a similar colour to his eyes.

The look of relief that washed over his face almost made Y/N believe that he did love her. But then his words replayed in her mind and she walked past him, not even bothering to talk.

Dean followed her to their room and watched as she packed her bags.

‘Talk to me please.’

She continued in silence.

‘I didn’t tell you, because it wasn’t you. You wouldn’t do that kind of thing. You hate killing, even hunting bothers you.’

He watched as the bag continued to grow in size. He couldn’t take it anymore. Each item she added was another piece of his heart being ripped away. He moved in closer and took her hands in his.

‘Stop, please. Tell me what you’re thinking? Talk to me?’

‘Is the reason you’re here because Lisa kicked you out?’

‘No. I’m here because it’s you, because I love you.’

‘It’s hard to love something that is worthless and should be dead.’

Dean’s face crumbled. His heart shattered. She had remembered what he said.

‘I didn’t mean it. I was upset, drunk and mad at myself for not getting there earlier.’

‘That doesn’t cut it Dean.’

‘No, it doesn’t.’

‘And you lied to me. You kept this hidden, you pretended none of it happened.’

He listened to the anger that seethed through her words. It took a lot to make her angry.

‘I am so sorry. Once I sobered up I went looking for you. I swear. I wanted to apologise. Then when I found out what happened, I tried to fix things.’

‘This didn’t fix things Dean. I would have been better off dead,’ she said quietly.

‘Like hell you would have been. There’s no way I was going to let you die,’ he yelled. ‘Call me selfish but I love you far too much to let that happen.’

‘No, you hate me enough to pull me back into this bullshit life. The only thing you love is watching me suffer,’ she screamed.

Dean looked at her in shock. He couldn’t believe she thought that. He couldn’t believe she raised her voice. She never did that. He felt knives pierce his heart as he saw the pain in her eyes.

‘I never…I wouldn’t do that,’ he whispered. ‘Since I met you all I’ve ever done is fought to make you happy. To keep you happy. Safe.’

‘You know what keep it. I won’t need it anyway,’ she tried to walk out past Dean but stopped her.

‘You have no idea how wrong you have it. How much or how deep I love you,’ he said quietly through the tears. ‘You’re my world Y/N, and without you in it. I might as well be dead.’

‘Lisa’s your world. I’m just some girl you screwed because I was replaceable.’

She yanked her arm out of his hand leaving him there in shock. He realised what she had done and chased her down, finding her outside by her car.

‘Bullshit,’ he growled. ‘I have never thought that about you. My feelings for Lisa are complicated, but it’s not love. Not like with you. How I felt when I realised what you’d done, it scared the crap out of me. When you died in my arms, I died with you. I still see it every damn time I close my eyes. The only thing that kept me going was knowing when I woke up in tears you were next to me. You were alive. Now I don’t even have that. I can still smell your blood on my hands, still feel it.’

‘I should have stayed dead Dean,’ Y/N told him quietly. ‘Cas should never have brought me back.’

Dean watched as she started to cry. He pulled her into his arms as she fell apart. The guilt over what she did becoming too much.

‘I don’t deserve to live, not after what I did,’ she sobbed.

‘Oh Baby,’ he kissed her head, his tears wetting her hair. ‘None of that is your fault.’

‘I killed people, not monsters. People. I killed Lisa. I…’

‘Shhh,’ Dean soothed, smoothing her hair down. ‘Baby none of that is on you. Lisa was an accident. I’m so sorry for how I acted. I saw one thing and one thing only, and it wasn’t it. Your blade was going to get the demon, the others pushed her in the way. It was an accident.’

She continued to cry, her legs eventually giving out on her. Dean moved to the ground with her and continued to hold her while she let it all out. The wind picked up and the rain came down, Dean continued to hold her while she cried. It wasn’t until the lightning flashed nearby that he got her to move inside where it was safe.

By this point she was so tired, so mentally exhausted she lay on the sofa and sobbed herself to sleep. Dean covered her in a blanket and sat on a chair near by and just watched her.

Both hunter’s guilt ridden, both feeling the affects of it. The sick stomach, the tight chest, the grief. Each blaming themselves for the events that had transpired. For their actions that caused it.

Dean ran through her words over and over again. He was so scared she was going to do something that can’t be undone. That he was going to lose her, not just as his girlfriend but from this Earth.

Sam came out to see if there was anything he could do. He was grateful to see she was alive. That she was home. Although based on what Dean said, he wasn’t sure for how long. The two boys decided they would lock her up if they had too. She was not leaving their sight. Dean’s especially not while she was feeling like this.

Y/N stirred and groaned when she realised where she was.

‘How are you feeling?’

Y/N shook her head at him.

‘Baby, I don’t know what to say. This whole thing, everything that happened. It was one mistake, after another. I should never have said what I did. I’d do anything to take it back.’

Dean watched as she buried her head in her hands. She was a wreck. He had never seen her like this and it worried him.

‘I’m going to use your shower,’ she said quietly.

She came out later and gratefully took a coffee Dean made her.

‘I want out,’ she spoke quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

‘Please, not us?’ he panicked, his chest heaving as his panic set in.

‘I can’t stay in this life Dean. Emotionally I just, I can’t do it anymore.’

Tears started to fall again, and Dean watched as she shakily put the coffee cup down.

‘So we will take some time off, heal, regroup and go from there. No pressure to come back into it,’ he said, trying to sound positive.

He reached over and took her hand, squeezing it. He didn’t care if she hunted again or not, as long as she stayed with him.

‘I don’t know if there can be a we, Dean. I screwed up, and you got angry. I understand why, I don’t blame you for being hurt. But what you said, it’s changed things. I’m not sure if I can believe what you say you feel. I don’t know if I can trust us.’

Dean felt his own tears falling.

‘Baby,’ he said quietly.

He wanted to say so much more, but had no idea what to say. She raised her eyes up from the table and looked at him.

‘I love you, I promise you that. I want and need you. And I will do whatever it takes to get you back. To get us back. To fix things. Just give us a chance,’ he pleaded.

She dropped her gaze back to the table and took a shaking breath.

‘How?’

‘Stay here, please. Take time out from hunting, rest. Find another job if you need, but just don’t leave.’

Dean ran his hand over her head, and across her cheek.

She stood and picked up her coffee.

‘Sweetheart?’

‘I’m going to move into one of the spare rooms.’

‘But…’

‘I’ll stay Dean, for a couple of reasons. But at this point, we need to work on the trust and I can’t do that and be with you. And you need to figure out what you want. And you can’t do that and be with me.’

‘What I wanted never changed.’

Y/N looked at him sadly and walked off. Dean letting her go, he didn’t have a choice.

Over the next couple of weeks, Y/N kept her distance. Locked herself away and struggled to cope with what happened. Her biggest reason for staying was she didn’t trust herself to be alone. She knew that will the boys constantly checking on her she wouldn’t do anything she shouldn’t.

Cas watched from another dimension, his fear of the two of them being separated only grew. There was nothing to show that they were going to fix things. That their relationship would get better. It got too much for the angel so he called Cupid in.

‘I need you to shoot them again. Make them fall back in love.’

‘What? Why?’

‘They need to be together. They have to be.’

Cupid stood with his brother and watched the pair. He watched as Dean came and told her that the pizza had arrived, how her convinced her to come watch a movie with them. He watched the small smile that appeared on Y/N’s face as Dean made some stupid joke. How They both struggled with sitting next to each other on the sofa.

While Cas struggled to comprehend human emotions, Cupid recognised them. The stolen glances, the smiling eyes. Most of all, the healing.

‘They will be fine. There is still love there. More than I can ever give them.’

‘But…?’

‘Give them time brother. They will fix things. They just need time.’  

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I have a prompt for you. If you're still taking them. Uhm... Beca and Chloe are having a huge fight. Like, break up levels fight. The Bellas are worried and asked Aubrey to help fix them. Please and thanks! :)

They bicker. This is something that the Bellas grew accustomed to, because it was just part of the dynamic. Part of the ebb and flow that was Beca and Chloe. As much as they cuddled, throwing side-eyes to each other in the middle of rehearsals and growing incapable of separating their arms from one another, they’d shoot back and forth quick and hot bursts of arguments - over pizza toppings and musical choices and not having the laundry done. It was the soundtrack to their lives, the coo of their lovebird phases blended almost perfectly with the hissed bickering. And Stacie would look on with a smirk on her face, because “it, like, JUST became legal, but you two are legitimately an old married couple”. And Amy would plug her ears or cover Emily’s eyes while shouting something about “Mom and Dad always fighting”. So, they bicker, and it’s nothing unusual to the Bella household. But, packed together at the foot of the steps nervously and listening to the sounds of crashing and clashing coming from Beca and Amy’s room, they began to think this was more than a bicker. 

This was a fight. 

And Beca and Chloe, despite all their bickering - despite their harsh words and thrown out insults - never fought. 

If they did, by anyone’s definition, then they never fought quite like this. Because Chloe is throwing things, and Beca and crying, and the shouts are louder than the walls can handle. 

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1. “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.”

A/N: Okay folks, here’s the first one. I’m doing a one-shot a day (they might be like every couple days though because ya know, life. It’s based off this list ova here. Quite frankly, this one is complete shit and writers block is a thing i fucking hate but whatever hope you enjoy xx

“Beca, just fucking say it.” Jesse practically spat at her.

“Say what?”

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean.”

“Jess, I don’t love Chloe.”

“I’m not an idiot! Becs we haven’t had sex in weeks, you can’t stop smiling at your phone, and you’re constantly dropping plans whenever she’s brought up.”

“Wh-”

“Look, I’m not mad. I get it, it’s whatever- I’ll get over it. But for god’s sake just go fucking tell her.” and with that he walked out of her room and slammed the door.

“Shit.”

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Anna. ANNA. You know how you love me, right? Right, well, /post/130295225343/digivolvin-u-know-ive-expressed-my-love-for I NEED A FAKE DATING AU. FROM YOU. I'M GOING TO CRY ABOUT THIS EVERY NIGHT UNTIL IT HAPPENS.

STOP CRYING, IT IS HERE. 

“It’s just annoying, is all,” Beca grumbled, picking at a loose string of her jeans. 

The silence crackled over the phone in a way that Beca still wasn’t used to. In the years leading up to graduation, there was a softness in the quiet that stretched between them, and they would spend hours floating within that silence, working inches apart on homework and mixes with only occasional breaks to ask for a new pencil or sigh exasperatedly. Now, though, Beca felt an electricity in their silence, and she chalked it up to the distance that was spread between them like butter on toast. 

She was getting used to it - to the weekly Skype dates and the nightly phonecalls - but there was something to Chloe Beale that could only be appreciated in person, and she hated the way she missed it. 

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The First and Last Time

Hello My Lovelies,

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The First and Last Time

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WORD COUNT: 2616

Y/N walked into the cold, dark room. She knew there was no point turning on the light, looking at the vast emptiness in front of her. There was never any point, but it didn’t stop her. She shifted her hand to the wall and flicked the switch, staring at the once again empty bed. Her insides and heart dying just that bit more. Soon there would be nothing left but a hollow shell of her own existence.

She turned off the light and moved slowly through the bunker, as each day passed she found herself struggling to move that bit more. Each day hurt just that bit more to move, to even get out of bed.

‘Anything?’ she asked, her voice breaking.

It was the same question she asked a hundred times a day. Sam shook his head.

‘I’m sorry Y/N/N.’

‘How can he disappear? And not even bother to call?’

Y/N collapsed into the chair and buried her head into her hands. She was past caring where he was or why, she just wanted him home.

Sam looked at the woman next to him and shifted back in his chair. Y/N and Dean had grown up together. Their parent’s neighbours back before Mary died. She was the one who comforted Dean after his Mum’s death, the one that was there when things were bad with his Dad, when he was left alone and needed to talk to someone when Sammy was asleep. He’d call her. Her parent’s knew of the life and her Dad often went to help John on the more difficult cases. Her Dad had gotten her a phone for emergencies and she had used it for one purpose to keep in touch with Dean.

Not long after she turned 10, she came home from school and found her parent’s had been killed by a demon. She grabbed what she could and high tailed it to Bobby’s. It took her 3 days of walking before she got hold of Dean to tell him what happened. He called Bobby and had him drive the 500km to get her. The two were inseparable, best friends and nothing else.

Sam knew the nothing else bothered both of them. Dean didn’t think he could ever break through the “friend zone” with her. Y/N saw Dean’s way with woman and didn’t think he wanted anything serious. Sam wanted to knock their heads together. No matter how much he argued, both declared the other wasn’t interested, not like that. But times like now, more than ever, it showed.

The two watched out for each other. They always had, but as they got older Dean got more protective. While she could hold her own, easily. Y/N was no longer under Bobby’s watchful eye and she had no issue doing what it took to get the job done. Regardless of the consequences. Dean knew this and did everything possible to prevent the dumb ass results of her stupid ass decisions. For example, handcuffing her to a bed because some demon had killed kidnapped a kid, she wouldn’t have even bothered about weapons, she would have ripped him apart with her hands if that kid had of died. Following her home from the bar, because the guy she was with had a bad reputation and beating him senseless when he got too handsy with her. And then there was now…

Sam knew why Dean left, but he wasn’t going to say. He promised he wouldn’t. Y/N would lose her shit completely and get herself killed. The demon that killed her parents was back. They had been tracing it from Lawrence to here. It was following her path in life, hunting her down. Killing people that she knew. The two boys had been secretly hunting it with Bobby for the past couple of months. They got a good lead on its location two weeks ago, Dean packed up and headed out in the middle of the night and Sam stayed with Y/N making sure she didn’t go anywhere near them. The problem was it had been a week since his last contact. Sam was starting to worry. Bobby hadn’t heard anything either. They knew it wasn’t looking good.

Sam stood and walked past Y/N he squeezed her shoulder and kissed her head. He felt terrible lying to her, he hated how this was destroying her, watching her fall apart bit by bit was too much. He walked off and went to call Dean. Again.

He checked the hall outside the kitchen and pulled his cell from his pocket. Dialling his brother, he did the only thing left he could think of. Beg.

‘Dean, man. If you’re there call me, please. I’m desperate, she’s falling apart. I’m so close to joining her. Don’t make me tell her what’s going on,’ he pleaded.

Little did he know, Y/N was in the library making a similar call.

‘Dean, please call. Message, email, something. I just need to know you’re ok. I…if I did something I’m sorry. Please just tell me you’re alive. Just a message. I need to hear you’re ok. Even if it’s to tell me to get lost. Please.’

By the end of it she was sobbing uncontrollably. Making that call broke her, there was something about it that just felt ominous, something was wrong.

Sam walked back into the library and saw Y/N curled up in the corner crying.

‘Oh Princess,’ he sighed, sadly. Damn it Dean, call, he growled silently.

He went over and wrapped his arms around her and held her while she fell apart.

‘I can’t do this without him Sammy. He’s all that holds me together,’ she sobbed.

‘I know,’ Sam tried to soothe, his words falling on deaf eyes and she cried into his shoulder.

Sam ran his hand over her head, his shirt growing increasingly wet as she let it all out. Something was seriously wrong. There was no way Dean would do this, not to her. He wouldn’t ignore the messages; he wouldn’t pretend she didn’t exist. Not Y/N. If he was even running late doing a supply run, he messaged or called. She did the same with him. He couldn’t remember a time when those two hadn’t called or messaged each other regularly if they were separated. He even remembered a time he got kicked out of a girl’s apartment because he stopped right before they had sex to message Y/N and tell her he would be another few hours. Funny thing was Dean didn’t even care that night, Y/N had planned on a Clint Eastwood marathon and Dean happily joined her. Sam found the two curled up asleep on the floor with piles of blankets and pillows the next day.

Sam waited until she fell asleep before he placed her on the sofa and covered her with a blanket. Brushing the now wet bangs from her forehead as they stuck to her skin.

‘I’ll find him Y/N,’ he said softly. ‘I promise.’

He went into the next room and called Bobby, hoping he had something.

‘Sorry Sam, I got nothing. How’s Y/N holding up?’

‘She’s not. She lost it tonight. I’ve never seen her like this Bobby, even after her parents she was so strong. But this. She’s a mess. Something’s wrong.’

‘Can’t argue that. It’s not like him not to call. Especially her.’

‘Yeah.’

‘I’ll pack up the car and head out your way and we can go from there.’

Sam agreed and hung up. Walking back into the dimly lit viewing room, he watched Y/N sleep for a few minutes, before going to shower. It was going to be a long night.

He walked back into the viewing room a half hour later, feeling ready to tackle the research again. He frowned when he realised Y/N was no longer on the sofa, he figured she had woken and put herself to bed. It was probably best anyway. The sofa wasn’t all that comfy.

Making a coffee he sat back down at the wooden table in the library, rolling his head he opened the folder with his notes in it. He stared at the empty yellow folder for a few minutes before things sunk in. He shot up out of the chair, knocking it over and tripping over the chair legs as he tried to run towards the bedrooms. Picking himself up off the ground, he kept running.

‘Y/N!’ he yelled, throwing her door open to find it empty.

He threw himself to the floor checking for her bag under her bed. It was gone.

‘Y/N!’ he ran towards Dean’s room screaming as he went. ‘Y/N!’

He stood in the doorway of the empty room running his hand through his hair. The cell in his pocket rang and he groaned when he looked at the caller ID.

‘Hey Bobby,’ he cringed.

‘She’s not answering, is she asleep?’

‘Ah wouldn’t know exactly.’

‘What the hell does that mean?’

‘She’s gone Bobby. I had a shower, came out the research and her are both gone.’

He heard Bobby swear and throw his phone. Sam closed his eyes and hung up. This couldn’t get any worse. Well, no that’s not true, he groaned to himself. It could if Dean showed up and found out she took off.

Sam dialled her number and listened as it rang out. He ran into the garage and found her mustang missing. He ran a hand over his face. He now had two missing hunters, both insane with fear over the safety of the other, both ready to die for the other and both unbelievably good at disappearing when they needed too. He wasn’t liking his chances of finding them.

Y/N pulled into the car park of some back water motel, it was cheap, nasty, you could smell it from the road and she swore she saw the mattress move on it’s own. That urban legend of the massage bed being filled with cockroaches that ran through it came to mind and she gagged. She was sleeping on the dining chair tonight. She deleted Sam’s calls and tried Dean again.

‘I’ve waited long enough. I’m coming to find you. You had better have a damn good reason Winchester. Because if you don’t I swear to God…’ she threatened. ‘I need you, Dean,’ she said quietly.

She was so scared that he was dead, that she had missed out on her chance to tell him how she felt, to be with him. She had plans to tell him. But something always stopped her.

She spent the night going through Sam’s papers. She knew he was hiding something but she didn’t know what. Until now…

Dean’s heart broke as he listened to the message left by his brother. It shattered completely as he listened to the messages left by Y/N, at the pain and fear in her voice, the hurt because he wasn’t responding. He listened as her tears fell, he knew just how much it took to make her cry. The message after was even worse, she needed him and he wasn’t there. He hated himself right now. He hated the monster that glared back at him.

‘Won’t be long now. She’s resourceful that Y/N. Too bad the little bitch didn’t figure it out earlier,’ the demon sneered.

That was all Dean needed. He threw himself forward towards the demon trying to loosen his chains but it didn’t work. The demon was going to pay for what he’d done. Not just to her parents, but to her. For the pain that he had caused the past couple of weeks alone.

It didn’t take Y/N long to locate Dean’s last location. It was the longest five hours of her life. It was the worst home coming she had ever had. That said, she hadn’t been home since her parent’s had died.

She prayed that the new owners hadn’t fixed the old window in the basement, the stupid thing didn’t latch when she lived here.

She gingerly wriggled the old white wooden frame, eventually releasing it and she slid through the opening. There was no way Dean was going to be able to get out that way. They’d have to go through the house itself.

Dean watched as a pair of legs slid through the window in the far south corner of the basement. He didn’t know if he should laugh, cry or scream.

Y/N moved cautiously and carefully through the basement towards Dean. He watched as her face changed from upset, to relief as he smiled at her, to pissed.

‘Find some bolt cutters and get me out of here,’ he whispered, urgently.

Y/N gently touched the large cut on his head. And moved to the back shelves where there had been a large set of cutters on the shelf she passed.

She cut his chains and then let rip.

‘You stupid son of a bitch! What the hell did you think you were doing? Do you have any idea how friggen risky this stunt was?’ she growled.

Dean stood up and looked at her.

‘Don’t get mad at me. Don’t you do that. I had to. I had to look after you. It’s my job.’

Y/N looked at the man in front of her, the pain in his face killed her. The moisture that had gathered in his eyes. He had done what he always had. What she always had.

‘It’s not your job.’

‘Oh course it is,’ he said quietly. ‘You’re my girl Y/N. I’d do anything to keep you safe.’

Y/N tried blinking back the hot tears that fell from her eyes.

‘I need you too and I can’t have you if you’re dead,’ Dean said huskily, moving in closer. Both forgetting about the danger. He pushed his hand behind her head and kissed her.

‘Where’s Sammy?’ he asked pulling back, resting his forehead on hers.

‘Ah…’

‘You ran off?’

‘Ah…’

‘Right, we get out of here. I yell at you then, then we finish this,’ he growled, kissing her again.

The kissed stopped and Dean’s grip on her hip and head grew slack. Y/N’s could taste blood on her lips. She opened her eyes and saw Dean staring at nothing. Pulling back, she saw blood dripping from his lips.

‘Dean?’ she croaked, barely above a whisper.

She caught him as he collapsed. Looking down she saw blood bubbling and pouring from his chest.

‘Dean!’ she screamed, trying to put pressure on the wound. ‘No! No! No!’

‘Hello Y/N,’ a voice sneered, moments before a boot kicked her in the face, knocking her back off her feet.

Y/N was torn, she wanted this bastard dead but she didn’t have any fight left in her. She couldn’t live without Dean. She didn’t even want to try. She heard yelling coming from upstairs. She recognised the voices. They could deal with him. She pulled the gun from her belt and shot the demon in the head, locking him into his meat suit. She watched as he screamed at her. She listened to Sam and Bobby screaming for her and Dean.

She looked over at Dean’s lifeless body on the the floor. They were back where it all started, where they met, where their lives were happy, problem and nightmare free. When it come to dying as a hunter, now was as good a time as any.

She dropped her weapons never taking her eyes off Dean. Pain ripped through her as the knife pushed into her chest. But it didn’t matter, she didn’t even flinch. She was past being able to.

‘I love you,’ she whispered to Dean for the first and last time as she slipped into a world of black.


Don’t hate me…please xx

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OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG MORE FLABERWATAVA

Part One, Two, ThreeFour, and Five

“Beca!” Chloe clapped in Beca’s face, effectively breaking the trance she was in. Beca blinked owlishly, trying to regain focus on anything but…well…the thing(s) she was currently focusing on. She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks but she forcibly push it down, coughing into her hand to cover up. “What do you think?” 

“What do I…” Beca hazarded a glance at the other girls who were in the room, a few of whom were grinning at her knowingly. She shook her head, eyes flashing on Chloe. The redhead was mid-eye-roll. 

“About the routine,” Chloe said. She had pushed her hands up to tug the hair out of her face, and she was huffing in frustration. “You know what?” she said, turning around, “Nevermind. We’re out of time. Bellas, tomorrow’s rehearsals start at 10:00, not 10:15. And if you’re going to show up with your brain completely stuffed into the gutter, then you might as well not show up at all. We’ve got a routine to do.” 

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