clash of the chloes

I’m not sure how I feel about the new dresses. And am I right in drawing Chloe with pink in her hair? Because that’s what it looks like.

PROMPT: Person A, without fail, adamantly interrupting Person B with harsh, self-deprecating comments whenever B tries to give A genuine compliments. Absolutely fed-up one day, Person B covers Person A’s mouth securely with duct tape and passionately lists all the traits they love about A without interference.


This is for y'all Bechloe fans! Love you all! Keep faith for our Bechloe-ever-after. Enjoy.


Chloe groaned for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day.

This wasn’t what she had in mind when she decided to ask Beca to come clothes shopping with her. She had imagined shyly taking the DJ’s hand and walking together from shop to shop, complimenting the younger girl; spoiling her. She wanted to coax her gently into Chloe’s world and in return, have Beca let her in to her own word.

Don’t get her wrong, every second she spends in the smaller girl’s company never failed to quicken her heart rate, make her hands sweaty… but even a bright ray of sunshine like Chloe has her limit.


Beca, on the other hand, couldn’t fathom how anyone could spend so many hours looking at pieces of fabric: t-shirts, trousers, coats… aisles upon aisles stuffed to the brim with clothes. It dawned on Beca, that she would literally, rather be anywhere else; including with Aubrey instead.

Side-stepping fallen shirts that lay crumpled on the floor, making a mental note to tidy her room, she held back a laugh as she saw two grown women fighting over the same t-shirt. That’s right. Grown women. God help her.


“Becs! Come on!” Chloe grit her teeth as annoyance seeped into her voice.

“I don’t see why I need to try this on Chlo! I thought we were shopping for you!” Beca bit back, her left eye twitching in frustration.

Normally Chloe would find herself smiling at the brunette’s twitch. It was a tell-tale sign that Beca was getting impatient. She would usually see it when observing Beca mix her music, not that Beca noticed. She was usually so immersed in what she was doing to realise that the world around her continued moving forward. Now however, Chloe ignored that and kept her eyes trained on Beca’s.

“Beca, you are my best friend. I wanted to go shopping with you. I wanted us to enjoy a day out together, without worrying about Worlds, or exams, or graduation!” Chloe could feel her eyes start to fill with tears.

Seeing that Chloe was truly upset, Beca backed down from the argument and moved closer to the redhead, resting her hands on Chloe’s shoulders.

“You’re right Chloe! I’m an ass and I’m sorry. I’ll try on whatever you choose for me, no complaints. I promise.”

Beca smiled as she saw Chloe’s demeanour change; the redhead physically perked up, a grin lighting up her whole face. The brunette felt her heart quicken and her breath catch in her throat. Damn Chloe’s beautiful eyes. So much for her badass persona.

“C'mon, let’s take a look at the dresses!” Chloe grabbed Beca’s hand and dragged her to the dresses. Beca’s eyes widened in horror.


Chloe was sat on the changing room chairs, her head in her hands, waiting for Beca to come out of the fitting room stall. The brunette had been in there 10 minutes and refused to come out and show her.

“For gods sake, Beca! If this is about modesty, I’ve already seen you naked!!” Chloe complained loudly in obvious impatience.

Chloe’s head shot up as she heard a door unlock. A mother and her young daughter exited from another stall, the mother shooting her a dirty look as she dragged the younger girl out of the room.

“I don’t like it Chlo! It doesn’t suit me at all!”

Chloe came up close to the door, placing both hands on the door and leaning her head against it, as if willing it to open.

“Just let me see it Becs. Please just open the door and let me see it for myself. You know I would never judge you or laugh at you.” Chloe pleaded.

She heard Beca sigh, soon followed by the sound of the door unlocking.

Chloe took her chance and entered Beca’s fitting room before Beca could change her mind. After re-locking the door, Chloe looked up and her jaw dropped.

There Beca stood in front of the mirror, clad in the simple red dress Chloe picked out for her; her back to the door. She looked beautiful.

Chloe dared not to breath, fearing that any louder noise may scare Beca.

“Becs… you look…” Chloe was lost for words.

“I know. I know. It looks awful.” Beca bluntly stated, her voice as emotionless as the look on her face. She turned to face Chloe, her arms wrapped protectively across her stomach.

Just as Chloe’s heart rate finally regained its normal pace, there Beca goes speeding it up again.

Beca’s words sunk in. Chloe’s eyes shot to Beca’s in fury.

“No Beca! Absolutely not! You look beautiful!” Chloe couldn’t help but raise her voice. How Beca couldn’t see what she could see, baffled her completely.

Beca gave her a self-depreciating smile, turning around to face her reflection again; her eyes lowering to gaze upon her figure.

“For starters, this dress makes me look fat… all the dresses you picked out for me make me look like a beached whale. It makes my pale skin look even paler. It clashes with my red cheeks, making me look like a tomato.”

Chloe was shaking her head as Beca spoke.

“My legs look like sticks, and it accentuates my knobbly knees and my large thigh gap… and my ass? Haha. What ass? It doesn’t even look like I have one. It shows off my cleavage, but I can kinda see some of the stretch marks there, which looks so unattractive. And don’t even get me started on-”

“-No!” Chloe’s eyes held a fire in them that Beca had never seen before. She could see the redhead’s hands clench into fists, shaking ever so slightly at the pain of her nails digging into her palm. Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to hold back her tears. Beca braced herself.

“How dare you!” Chloe shouted, her hands flailing as if she didn’t know how to use them.

Beca winced.

“How dare you stand there and talk shit about yourself!” Chloe had lowered her voice, but the bite still remained in her words.

“But-” Beca was interrupted by Chloe digging into her handbag, a look of severe determination on her face. She pulled out a… roll of duct tape? Uh-oh.

Chloe tore off a strip and leapt at Beca, covering her mouth firmly with the tape. Shocked by Chloe’s actions, the brunette remained paralysed in her spot until it sunk in what Chloe had done. She started struggling against the taller woman, outrage and betrayal spreading through her body like a wild fire.

Before she could rip the offending tape from her lips, Chloe grasped both her wrists in her hands and held them quickly behind Beca’s back. Beca continued to struggle against the redhead, not believing what Chloe had just done.

The taller woman pressed herself into Beca’s back, gently resting her chin on Beca’s right shoulder. Beca felt tense against her, and so she whispered into her ear to try and calm her down. “Please don’t do this, Beca. I’m sorry to have to restrain you like this, but it is not my intention to hurt you. Please just listen to me, that’s all I’m asking.”

Looking into the reflection of Beca’s eyes in the mirror, she could still see hurt swimming in the brunette’s eyes. Chloe’s stomach churned at the thought that she is the cause of the hurt, but this was important.

Gently pressing kiss into Beca’s shoulder first and then her temple, she felt Beca release a deep breath, her body slowly relaxing against her.

“You are so beautiful, Rebeca Mitchell. So very very beautiful.” She could feel Beca scoff, and saw Beca roll her eyes in disagreement. But once again, Chloe ignored it.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Beca.”

She had Beca’s full attention now. Good.
Chloe knew that she needed to finally get what she was going to say off her chest. It had been there for too long now. Far too long.

Feeling her lower lip tremble with the emotion she was trying, and failing, to hold back; she felt a tear trail down her cheek, alarming Beca.

“Hearing you talk about yourself like that, you have no idea what it does to me Beca. My heart hurts to hear those words come from you, and it hurts even more to know that you truly believe them. Your head is feeding your heart lies, Bec… lies. You are not fat Beca. At all. And even if you were, I’d still think you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. So what if you are pale?! It doesn’t make you any less of a human being. It makes me want to slather you in sun cream and protect you from burning under the sun!” Chloe was half-serious with the last comment.

“I happen to love the redness in your cheeks. They are so endearing, and it’s why I love making you blush. They are hot under my hands when I hold your cheeks, and your cheeks are so soft to touch anyways. Your legs are not sticks and your knees are not knobbly. Your legs are slim and so smooth to touch, and your knees are so strong. I love that the muscle twitches when I lay my hand on your knees… and your ass… just wow. Throw on a pair of tight skinny jeans and I’m a goner. You in this dress though… talk about stuff from my fantasies. And as for your stretch marks, who cares? Practically every girl has them, they make you real Becs, not superficial. You are so real.”

Chloe’s eyes glazed over, clearly lost in her own thoughts. Beca nudged her.

“My point is that you are perfect to me, Beca. You see flaws, and all I see is how endearing they all are and how add up to make you who you are. You are so beautiful that it’s all I can do to not stare at you every single second we are together, and yet my eyes never stray too far from you. If you don’t love yourself, then let me show you that you are worth loving. Let me show you how beautiful you are to me. I can show you how to love yourself. Let me show you how to love yourself, by letting me love you. I love you Beca. Let me love you.”

Honey Roasted Tomatoes

Chlonath week day 2 prompt Honey/Tomato

“Today we will be learning how to make a quick and easy snack: honey-roasted tomatoes!”

They had a guest teacher today: Alya’s mom. She stood in the front of the classroom in her chef’s attire, looking way too professional to be teaching a bunch of teenagers how to cook. Nath was betting that most of them would end up burning the food anyway.

“Ugh, do those two things even go together?”

Nath simply rolled his eyes at Chloe’s outburst. It was way late in the day to have to deal with her. So no one did. Ms. Cesaire simply regarded Chloe with a patient, if level, stare and explained,

“They do, actually. Yes, it is a tad unconventional, but the sweetness of the honey will help balance the acidity of the tomatoes. It’s quite tasty, I assure you, Ms. Bourgeois.”

Chloe huffed impatiently, but judging from how her stance relaxed slightly, she was done fighting. “Fine, but I only trust you because you’re the hotel’s chef.”

“That’s all I ask.” Ms. Cesaire then addressed the rest of the class, “You will be doing this in partners. Everyone pick one person to cook with and we’ll get started.”

Nath supressed a groan. There was a reason why he didn’t sit next to anyone— they all had other friends. Not that he minded sitting and working alone, it just made instances like this difficult. He wouldn’t have minded buddying up with Marinette…

He cast a glance her way and sighed a little when she saw Alya already hooking her arm through Marinette’s.

…but she and Alya were a guaranteed set. The same went for Nino and Adrien, Rose and Juleka, Ivan and Mylene…

It turned out that everyone in the class had a partner–save for one person.


Sabrina must’ve been sick or something because she wasn’t in class that day, which left he and Chloe as the only people without partners once everything was decided.

“Nath, why don’t you come down here and be Chloe’s partner?” Ms. Cesaire suggested. He stiffened and felt his face turn nearly as red as his hair when every head in the class turned to look at him, except for Chloe’s. She was pointedly not looking at him, her nose in the air and her arms tightly folded in front of her.

“Okay…” he said, gathering up his stuff and reluctantly heading to the front of the classroom and taking the spot next to Chloe. He made sure to stand as far away from her as possible while still being at the same station she was at.

“Great, now let’s get started.”

The snack was pretty easy to make, Nath found out, as he sliced the tomatoes and placed them on the oiled baking sheet. As he suspected, he’d ended up doing all the work while Chloe read off the instructions like it was a royal decree.

“Crush the garlic with a pinch of salt, then beat it with the honey, olive oil, and a good grinding of pepper after you’re done chopping those,” she ordered, putting down the instruction sheet.

He ground his teeth and he deftly sliced another tomato in half.

“Here’s a thought: why don’t you do that while I’m cutting them? We’ll go faster that way.” He peered at her through a section of his hair that’d fallen in front of his eyes.  As expected, her lip was curled in disgust.

“What, and ruin my manicure? No way. I don’t do servant work.”

He felt a surge of annoyance, his vision temporarily going red. He didn’t have to deal with this for much longer, did he? Before he could consider what he was saying, the words were already out of his mouth. “Then what does that make me?”

He wasn’t looking at her, his gaze firmly focused on the tomatoes in front of him, but he could hear the self-righteous smirk she was wearing. “Well, you’re probably going to end up working a civil servant job anyway, considering art doesn’t pay much in the real world.”

“Excuse me?”

“Not to mention your hideous fashion taste. It’s a good thing you won’t be making much considering you wouldn’t be able to afford to dress fashionably even if you had the sense. You really should cut that hair of yours, who even wears it like that anymore? It’s like you’re trying to hide from the world, your insecurities really show.”

“I have a knife,” he muttered. But she didn’t hear his empty threat. She was on a roll now.

“You really are doing a great job at this, Nath. You’d make for a perfect servant, and you’d probably make more for your wage than you ever would trying to live off of a starving artist job. Maybe you could find a job at the hotel after graduation. Then again we’d have to stick you somewhere no one could see your outfit clashing like that…or just give you a uniform, whatever works.”


“So when you ask ‘what does that make me’ when I talk about servant work, I mean exactly that. A servant. After all, why should I do all my work when someone with much more skilled hands and no backbone can do it for me?”

“That’s it!” Nath was on her before anyone had the chance to even register what was going on. There was a crash, Chloe’s scream, and a thud as their bodies hit the ground next to the fallen tomato tin.

He had tackled Chloe and in the process, knocked over the prepped tomatoes, scattering them all across the floor and over him as he pinned her to the ground, breathing heavily and glaring at her. Nath felt something sticky and cold run down his cheek and through his hair, but he didn’t care. He was too busy savoring the wide-eyes look Chloe was giving him, apparently too shocked by the murderous glare he was giving her.

“Nathanael! Ms. Bourgeois! To the principal’s right now!”

He was loath to do it without making her pay, but he got up and shook out the tomatoes in his hair and wiped what he could of the honey mixture off his face. He grabbed his bag and left without a second glance back.

Today wasn’t the day, but maybe someday he’d show her just how wrong she was.


Issue 2 cover of SUPERMAX! A Death in the Family. I figured a spoiler image warning might make it okay to post to tumblr, although it’s not too spoilery- how many times do we save Chloe’s life after she dies? Heh Heh… (╥︣﹏᷅╥᷅)


To find the first cover of SUPERMAX! CLICK HERE☜(゚ヮ゚☜)

anonymous asked:

You asked for writing requests? Idk if this is up your alley but something with an ace Sabrina (ML obvs). Maybe her realizing she's ace? Or just fluff of her hanging with her platonic partner(it could be anyone)?

Invisible No More

AN: I am so sorry this took forever I meant to write a 200 word drabble not an actual 3000 word fic pLS TAKE THIS FROM ME

A huge THANK YOU to my wonderful incredible crime partner/enabler/beta @totallynotmiraculace who helped whip the original mess into this fic here

Chloe is the first to notice.

“Good god Sabrina, what is that?” she asks, her nose wrinkled as she stares at the clunky black band wrapped around Sabrina’s right middle finger.

Sabrina breathes out quietly through her nose. Deep in her heart, she wishes Chloe had ignored her just this once. Not that she’s really surprised Chloe was able to pick out the new addition in less than twenty-four hours. Chloe’s detail oriented like that.

Sabrina startles when Chloe grabs her wrist and brings her hand up for inspection. “Ugh Sabrina, it’s cheap, half a size too large, and it doesn’t match anything else you’re wearing. Take it off.”

Sabrina flinches, her fingers curling into a fist protectively. “I like it Chloe,” she says, her tone a tad too cold to be neutral.

Chloe’s deep blue eyes snap to hers and her eyebrow arches. “Even though it doesn’t match my brooch?”

The delicate silver flower sits heavy over her heart. Sabrina almost pulls the ring off; her nails dig deep into her palm as her stomach rolls in protest at the prospect. Chloe’s disapproval hurts, but it’s nothing compared to the dread over losing her ring.

After an eternity under Chloe’s sharp gaze, she finally mutters, “Drop it Chloe,” and turns to face the chalkboard.

She can see Chloe arch her eyebrow even further, but the blonde doesn’t say another word on the subject. Not that she needs to.

Sabrina sees every sneer Chloe shoots at the cheap, half size too large black band for the rest of the day and it’s like splinters in her heart.

The next day, Sabrina arrives at school with the cheap, half size too large black ring on her finger and her hands curled into fists.

The brooch is nowhere to be found.

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Elementary Soundtrack #4 (Season 2)

2x01 Step Nine

2x02 Solve For X

2x03 We Are Everyone

2x04 Poison Pen

2x06 An Unnatural Arrangement

2x07 The Marchioness

  • Ages and Ages: Ante Up  (iTunes release: March 25, 2014)

2x08 Blood Is Thicker

2x09 On The Line

2x11 Internal Audit

[Season 1 Music] [Official Season 1 DIY Soundtrack] [Soundtrack #5]

Taking a Chance

~Song prompt for fxking-it to the song Gooey by Glass Animals. This is sorta sloppy but… Here

(Alright, come close
Let me show you everything I know
The jungle slang
Spinning ‘round my head and I stare
While my naked fool
Fresh out of an icky gooey womb
A woozy youth
Dopes upon her silky smooth perfume)

Beca was beyond drunk. Her world was spinning but she wasn’t sure she cared that much. Tonight was her night out and her and her fellow Bellas were celebrating their first successful year of making music. Their album was number one in four countries and that was a cause for celebration.

The tiny brunette was dressed in jeans and a top that exposed her toned stomach. It wasn’t very fancy but neither was the club. Currently, Beca was out on the dance floor. At least she thought she was. There was familiar red hair beside her and laughter and an overwhelmingly strong smell of cinnamon.

“Beca you okay?” Someone, Fat Amy maybe, asked. Her voice seemed far off as Beca felt cold hands on her hips. Pulling Beca back to flush against a body that was much taller than her.

Ah, now Beca’s memory was returning. Upon arrival she and Chloe had gone straight to the bar. Cynthia Rose was off to the dance floor with Flo and Stacie was grinding on some guy within two minutes.

Then there was that gorgeous blonde who was currently grinding into Beca. The tall woman wearing four inch fuck me heels had been standing beside a tall man, both of them laughing and drinking. Beca had sat down next the the blonde because of the lack of seats. Chloe, (was it Chloe?) told Beca the blonde was hot which Beca couldn’t argue with. Especially since her friend had practically screamed it to be heard over the music.

The woman had short blonde hair that was pulled back into a messy ponytail with strands falling out. Ocean blue eyes that Beca found alluring. A short black dress that hugged her in all the right ways. Endless legs and smooth skin. The woman had to be a goddess, there just wasn’t any room to argue.

At Chloe’s words the blonde stopped her conversation with her counterpart and said a thank you with the sexiest German accent Beca had ever heard. Upon asking for the blonde’s name Beca received a title. The Kommissar was a smug, confident woman who Beca then blurted out a challenge. A drinking competition. If Beca won she would get her real name. If the Kommissar won Beca would dance with her. In Beca’s eyes either way she won.

Which was how she now found herself tilting her head backward onto the blonde’s shoulder, grinding back into the Kommissar. Her world was somewhat blurry and Beca couldn’t tell which way was up or down but all she cared about was how amazing Kommissar smelled and how soft her skin was.

(Right, my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance?
Wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand
I’d say I told you so but you just gonna cry
You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes)

“I’m fucking fantastic,” Beca mutters to someone. She’s not sure who asked the question and is definitely sure that no one but Kommissar would be able to hear her. Not like she cared though.

The song was extremely odd and nothing Beca had heard before but she couldn’t care less. She let Kommissar lead them to the rhythmic beat of the music as she angled her head to kiss the smooth skin for the blonde’s neck.

Kommissar let out a throaty chuckle that sent waves of warmth throughout Beca’s body. The brunette shivered and pressed herself closer to Kommissar. “Someone is eager.” The blonde’s words were slightly breathless but Beca could hear the smug smirk.

“It is not my fault you look so appealing. And smell good enough to eat. What kind of perfume do you use?” Beca asked as she nipped at the skin, trailing higher. Beca had to go onto her toes as she made her way to Kommissar’s ear.

(My, my simple sir, this ain’t gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
I can’t take this place,no I can’t take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space)

“This is all natural,” Kommissar’s voice had become slightly husky.

Beca sighed and let out a slightly whiney noise and the blonde’s hands slipped under her shirt to ghost over her stomach. Leaving goosebumps on Beca’s skin.

“You’re so beautiful how do you do that?” Beca murmurs as she brings her head up to take another sip of her drink. The alcohol burns as it goes down but Beca doesn’t notice. “Dammit you’re in my head.”

“Would it help,” The blonde’s lips are behind Beca’s ear, nipping at a certain spot that makes her go weak. “If I told you I thought you were beautiful too?”

Beca turns around so that their fronts are flushed together. Kommissar is squatting slightly but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her head not too much higher than Beca’s. Beca pulls the blonde by her waist, wanting desperately to be closer.

(Truth be told
I’ve been here, I’ve done this all before
I take your gloom
I curl it up and puff it into plumes)

“I don’t even know your name. How do you do that?” Beca groans in frustration as Kommissar’s hands wrap around Beca’s neck. One of them twirling a strand of hair.

The blonde stands up tall again so that Beca has to tilt her head up to see her eyes. “Do what?” She asks with mock innocence.

Beca leans forward and kisses her neck again, reaching a sweet spot that makes the blonde inhale sharply.

(Right, my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance?
Wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand
I’d say I told you so but you just gonna cry
You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes

My, my simple sir, this ain’t gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
I can’t take this place,no I can’t take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space)

“How do you get under my skin so easily?” Beca questions. “I’m usually not so… easy.”

Kommissar chuckles again and Beca leans back to see watch the blonde smile. All pearly white perfect teeth and darkening eyes. “The feeling is mutual.” She assures her.

Beca moans softly as Kommissar grinds into her front, feeling arousal hit her in waves. The blonde watches the brunette’s glazed over eyes darken and she smirks to herself.

(Hold my hand and float back to the summer time
Tangled in the willows now our tongues are tied
How can I believe you, how can I be nice
Tripping around the tree stumps in your summer smile)

Kommissar takes the brunette’s hand and guides her to the back of the club, gently pushing her against the wall to kiss her firmly on the lips. Tongues, teeth, and lips clash together in a frenzy. Beca swears she hears Chloe giggle and feels eyes watching her but her brain is far too gone to fully process it.

“Do you live in this city or do you have a hotel?” Kommissar asks against Beca’s neck.

“I… I live… I think…” Beca struggles to find words as a thigh comes between her legs. “Fuck. I live fifteen minutes away.”

Kommissar holds out her hand as she steps away. “Shall we?”

(Right, my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance?
Wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand
I’d say I told you so but you just gonna cry
You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes)

Beca’s eyes have darkened noticeably but she shakes her head. “I… I don’t do one night stands. Or with people whose name I don’t know.” She adds.

Kommissar raises an eyebrow and a toothy grin spreads across her face. She leans back over Beca and the before the brunette knows what is happening Kommissar’s hand grabs Beca’s phone and she’s punching in something.

(My my simple sir, this ain’t gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
I can’t take this place,no I can’t take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space)

The blonde hands Beca back her phone. Beca looks down and finds a new contact with the name Kommissar. Beca rolls her eyes at the blonde and she laughs.

“The name is Luisa. And I guess that means we will need to meet up again. Maybe dinner.” Luisa holds out her hand. “But that is for another night. Tonight I want to fuck you senseless so now if I have met all the requirements I suggest you lead the way.”

Beca nods and stumbles forward into Luisa, smiling and giggling a little. “That’s all you had to say. Luisa.” She teases.

2.06 - Monster - Press Release


Guilty and self-destructive, Lucifer clashes with Chloe during an investigation, leading her to team up with Dan instead. Meanwhile, Amenadiel bonds with Charlotte, and Maze takes Trixie trick-or-treating in the all-new “Monster” episode of LUCIFER airing Monday, Oct. 31 (9:01-10:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (L-206) (TV-14 D, L, S, V)

Cast: Tom Ellis as Lucifer, Lauren German as Chloe, DB Woodside as Amenadiel, Lesley-Ann Brandt as Maze, Kevin Alejandro as Dan, Scarlett Estevez as Trixie, Rachael Harris as Linda Martin, Tricia Helfer as Charlotte and Aimee Garcia as Ella.

Guest Cast: John Prowse as Jack Peterson, Tosca Leong as Sally Peterson, Annamaria Demara as Peggy Russo, Sean Hunter as Jason Myers, Karen Holness as Sidney Loomis, Tina Georgieva as Club Goer, Joshua Bitton as Wes Williams and David Perez as Neighbor.