i grew up wanting to be just like them but my dad didn't let me grow my hair

Merry Pitchmas!

@princessxkaidence I was your pitchmas santa and i wote you a little (Not little at all) bechloe fic. I hope you like it and have a great day!

Holidays With The Beales

“Rough day?” Chloe said as Beca unpacked her laptop bag, back to her best friend who was sprawled out on her bed, scrolling on her phone.

“My dad called again, asking if I was coming for Christmas with him and Sheila again this year.” She began setting her laptop back up, taking her headphones out of her bag and placing them beside it before turning to finally face chloe.

“And?” Chloe moved over, leaving a Beca sized gap for the woman to crawl into, making herself at home in the gingers arms.

“I told him what I did last year. That I already have plans. Then he bitched at me about how family is important and that I’m always welcome there bla bla bla.” Beca let out a long sigh, pulling Chloe’s arm around her waist and playing with long fingers as they cuddled.

Chloe waited a few moments before responding, letting her friend calm down a little before suggesting something new. “You know, you could always come with me instead of staying here alone. My parents wouldn’t mind at all.” It was quiet, barely above a whisper, but Chloe stayed hopeful as she waited for Becas response, her other hand combing gently through brown locks.

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officialcatheronie  asked:

Wait I have a fic idea/prompt for you omg: Clarke has been out of the country for some reason for a few years and she comes back and meets Bell and they start interacting a flirting and stuff but he won't tell her what he does for a living and she's like ???? But they're hanging out and someone asks him for his autograph bc it turns out he's v famous but she didn't know bc she was out of the loop for so long.

oh my goodness catherine this is tOOoooOO CUTE 


long live (the walls we crashed through);

The airport still allows her to encapsulate herself in this bubble she had set up when she had left, all those years ago, allows her to forget, for a moment, that she’s actually touched back down in her home country. There is enough variety for her mind to trick itself, however briefly. 

But the instant she steps outside, into the bustling insanity that is Washington, D.C., she remembers all over again. 

Clarke had left after her father’s death (there had been blood, so much blood, and she remembers screaming and she remembers her mother trying to calm her down with touches that felt like fire and words like I’m sorry digging into her flesh), and she hadn’t looked back, traipsing across Europe - the less populated regions, the countrysides, places that were quiet and serene and didn’t have the stale taste of half-hazy memories lingering around the edges.

She never set foot in Paris or London or any of those big cities, because her father had taken her there, once upon a time, and Clarke is not a masochist. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey, remember someone asked you to write something about Harry being your best friend's dad but didn't give enough details? well I was really curios about it and I will give you the details so you can write it, I want it to be a one shot, and something like you are at your best friends house but he has to leave for a couple hours, and Harry notices you are alone and starts getting interested in you and starts flirting and things lead to more, please?

Harry Styles | One Shot | Good Parenting (Part 1)

You and your best friend stumbled home from the school, onto the porch. Your friend unlocked the door and let you both in. Both your bags were dumped on the floor before walking into the living room. You came here a lot, it was practically your second home, so everything was quite normal.

“Hi dad!” Your friend beamed into the room and you were met by green bright yes, looking you both up and down.

“Hi, darling! Hello Y/N! How was school, girls?” He said politely.

Something in his voice was so incredibly sexy! You knew it was wrong to think like that, but he was the typical example of a DILF; dad I’d like to fuck. He had a great body,  brown, dirty hair and an extremely charming smile which would make you drop your panties instantly.

You blushed slightly, “Just quite normal!” You shrugged shyly and followed your friend to the kitchen, not knowing Harry checked you out. He stood up and followed you in.

“Oh damn it! We don’t have anything to eat! Dad!” Your friend whined and you pouted slightly. He shot you a look before sighing.

"Darling, why don’t you take a quick run to the supermarket and buy us all something. Y/N can stay for dinner if she wants to…” He offered and you smiled slightly at the gesture.

Your friend nodded, “Y/N, you going to be alright here for a while?” She asked and you smiled, pushing her towards the door, “Yes, I am going to be perfectly fine! Now go get me some food before I faint of hunger!” You commanded and she laughed.

“Alright fine, fine! Why am I friends with you again?!” She asked rhetorically and quickly left to the nearest supermarket.

You spun your heal to fall into something hard and blushed when you realised who it was, “I-I’m sorry Mr. Styles…” You stuttered and he chuckled softly.

“When are you finally calling me by my first name Y/N?” He asked and put a hand on the small of your back, leading you to the living room. You couldn’t help but notice how warm and big his hand was and how it felt like he was slowly sliding it further down. Your cheeks grew redder and you quickly sat down on the couch.

He sat down beside you and put a hand on your leg, “So, how have you been recently?” He asked like he was interested. You couldn’t help but glance at his lips and you thought you imagined it when his hand slid up higher, thinking it was because you were so caught up in how turned on he got you.

“Just fine, thanks…” You answered bluntly, not trusting your voice right now as you now knew for sure that his hand was reaching up higher and his face was slowly inching closer to yours.

He smiled warmly and rubbed circles on the inside of your thigh with his thumb. Goosebumps appeared on your skin and you tried hard not to let your eyes flutter shut.

“Any high school boyfriends?” He whispered, feeling the warm air hit the skin of your neck as he breathed a laugh.

“N-No, they’re too immature..” You mumbled softly and he smirked. He leaned in and brushed his lips over your ear.

“So you like the mature men, huh?” He whispered and nibbled on your earlobe, his hand now almost reaching the part that was aching for him. This time you couldn’t help but close your eyes and let out a soft moan. He smirked wider and brushed his fingers over your lace panties, making your spread your legs a little and feel the arousal grow.

“Hmm, I can feel how wet you are, Y/N.” He whispered and lowered his lips to your neck. They started grazing softly over your skin, biting down slightly and soothing it over with his tongue skillfully. You nodded and he gently pulled both your legs onto the couch, spreading them and kneeling in between.

“Well, we don’t have food in here and I need something to eat…” He smirked up at you and right then, all your rational thoughts had disappeared. You nodded eagerly and bit your lip.

His hands slowly skimmed up your thighs and hooked his long finger around your panties, slowly pulling them down as you looked at him impatiently.

He spread your legs wider and lifted one leg over his shoulder, dipping his head down and leaving a wet kiss on your dripping heat. You let out a soft whimper and shuddered. He left another kiss on your heat but this time, open mouthed and letting his tongue explore you. You slid your hand down, weaving your fingers through his dirty hair and tilted your head back, “P-Please Harry…” you moaned softly.

“All I need to hear, baby..” He whispered huskily and you saw his eyes darken. His head leaned back down and started sucking on your clit, immediately being able to get your weak at the knees. One of his hands reached between you and started teasing over your folds, making your whimper and whine a little louder. You felt him smirk against you and slide one finger into your core, going in deep and curling it up. You arched your back at the sensational feeling and let out a loud moan, “Oh my god!”

He started pumping one finger in and out of you, getting your wetter as his other  fingers still teased you folds. Your breathing got heavier and he added two more fingers, making you moan loudly and buck your hips, pressing his face more into you. His actions got rougher while his mouth worked perfectly on your bundle of nerves, licking your thighs clean now and then and his fingers starting to pick up pace, eventually curling in deep against your g-spot.

You whimpered loudly and felt yourself getting close, you felt a burning sensation form in the pit of your stomach and your breathing hitched. He smirked and drove his fingers into you faster. Your moans got louder every time his fingers went in and you eventually released hard. You wanted to scream, but no sound left your lips. You heard him grunt and the movement of his fingers slowed down as he licked every drop from you.

Your breathing was rapid, your chest rising fast and your fingers tensed in his hair as he dropped your leg from his shoulder, finally hovering over you. His finger were still gently rubbing your folds as he smirked, “Hmmm, you taste incredible…” He said huskily and kissed your flushed cheeks.

“I love that look on your face,” he said, fumbling your panties into his pocket. “How about you come here even more often?” He smirked and left to open the door for his daughter, a.k.a your best friend…

(Part 2)

A/N: I hope this is kind of what you expected! It was strange to write, but I loved it haha :) x