i have all the time in the world for captain benji

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Jake and Amy as parents plz

sorry that this has taken so long! credit for maya and benji of course goes to @phil-the-stone whomst created them, we are all so blessed for it

  • no matter how many books amy studies/binders she makes/prenatal classes she goes to, nothing can truly prepare her for the realities of life with a Newborn Baby: the 4am helplessness when maya’s simultaneously screaming and refusing to latch, the endless rocking to try and put her to sleep, the pangs of anxiety when maya finally goes down but then is quiet for Too Long,
    • it’s okay tho because jake’s there and he’s helping however and whenever he can (he is a Pro diaper changer now and a well-practised expert at calming both his wife and baby down),, amy & maya love him so
    • it’s also okay because maya smells like pure love and her big brown eyes are all jake and she curls into amy like she’s the only thing she wants in the entire world 
  • amy and jake have a mini competition as to whether maya’s first word will be “mama” or “dada” - they each try to secretly coach her when they’re alone with her but end up both losing when she cheerfully babbles a sound that somewhat resembles the word “noice”
    • “jake, that’s cheating, it’s not a real word! she clearly said “no”” exclaims amy, but she also can’t stop laughing and can’t help but be immensely proud of 7 and a half month old maya for being above average in reaching such a milestone
  • bedtime stories are jake’s speciality - he does All the silly voices and actions because there is nothing better than the sweet sleepy giggles of his babies (and the soft laughter of amy as she hovers at the doorway before kissing benji goodnight and carrying maya back to her own room to tuck her in)
  • lie ins? maya and benji have never heard of such a concept. sundays are exclusively for bursting into mom and dad’s room and climbing on their bed, and then snuggling with them under the covers when they groan that it’s 5:30am 
  • jake is usually the one to dress the kids in the morning; amy is secretly jealous of his flare for co-ordinating their outfits
    • he buys matching pajamas for the entire peralta-santiago squad “that’s like the entire point of having kids”
  • amy’s method of parenting 2 children under the age of 5 is about 70% stickers
    • jake, too, gets stickers for allowing mommy to have some chill time by taking the kiddos to the park,  and also for helping her to Relax once kiddos are fast asleep ;)
  • even as captain, amy always finds the time to pack the school lunches the night before (partly because she knows jake will sneak chocolate into them otherwise) (he sometimes does anyway, but it’s the super healthy organic, fair trade kind that’s not Chocolate chocolate so she lets it slide) 
  • amy is honored to be the prettiest, smartest, and strongest person maya and benji have ever known (“it’s just a statement of fact, babe. i didn’t tell them to say anything” says jake as he kisses amy’s smile later on)
  • amy and jake are not all that Pushy…but they do both get a thrill out of the knowledge that they’re raising tomorrow’s world leader (maya) / tomorrow’s best doctor-lawyer (benji) when they ace their first kindergarten tests
  • it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks of her cooking because maya and benji’s favourite meal of all time is amy’s homemade moros y cristianos and they insist that no one in the whole world makes it perfecter than her (”more perfect, niño” amy corrects, with absolute adoration in her voice)
Ghosts Part 2 (CEO!Luke)

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Luke’s mile-long legs lay spread out on the floor as he leaned on the side of his desk and a slouched posture. Your favorite hard liquor laid in a bottle he had saved for your wedding sitting next to him. He was almost done with the Vodka bottle. He had the photo of you two kissing on your first anniversary when he took you to Rome in between his legs, tear drops scattered on the glass.

Luke wailed. He missed you. He missed the way your hand fit perfectly into his. That your smaller body fit just right in his arms. The three freckles that lined near the corner of your lower lip. Your laugh that made him feel like he was complete. He missed everything about you.

Luke picked up the alcohol, but just before he could remove the cap, he passed out.


C’mon, Y/N! It was just a petty fight! Are you really breaking up with me because of it?” Luke whined to you who was walking down the steps of your shared penthouse and towards the front door. You ignored him and strode past him wanting to leave. This was the second time in the three years that you had broken up. The first time was hard enough.

“Y/N!” he yelled as you shut the door. Luke groaned, feeling his soul be incomplete. This new feeling, this empty feeling made him feel sick. He you back, but didn’t know how to tell you.

“Y-Y/N-y?” Luke stuttered into the phone, nervous, using one of your various nicknames.

“L-Luk-ke?” you stuttered through your tears. Luke felt his heart break that he was the one who made you cry.

“Darling, come home,” he whispered. You were his home, he felt no need to call the empty house his home anymore without you in it. “Love, come back,”

“Lukey, I wanna come home…” you trailed.

“Then why don’t you?”

“This relationship, our relationship, is only you coming back from work only for me to be asleep and you leaving only for me to wake up alone. I don’t want that…”


Luke jumped awake at the memory of the phone call. He wiped the tears from his aching eyes and grabbed frantically for his cell phone.

“Hi! This is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, I– Luke, stop it…” then your voicemail ended. You hadn’t changed it. And he loved you even more for it. He kept calling but he was always sent to voicemail.

“Goddammit!” he cursed, swiping his hand over his desk, forcing his laptop, lamp, pens, and business cards off the platform. He started seething, breathing so deeply that it was hard to inhale.

Luke strutted out of the office and stopped in front of Aubrey.

“Aubrey, I’m going to go out, I don’t know when I’m going to be back.”

“I’ll see you then, Mr. Hemmings.” she nodded.

Luke impatiently waited for the elevator to get to the parking garage and went to his car. He revved the engine and sped towards your new apartment, which he found via your best friend. He parked his Ferrari sloppily and dashed to your door. He knocked rapidly, eager to see your face, hear your voice, this time with sober senses.

You opened the door to see your ex-boyfriend’s red, puffy eyes. He quickly pulled you by your neck into a soft, loving kiss that made you weak in the knees. Your mind went into over-drive. All of his emotions poured into your kiss, anger; sadness; grief; depression; loneliness; love.

He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.

“Please don’t leave me, you’re all I have. I love you so much.” he whispered to you with so much passion like you two were the only people on earth.

“”I love you too, Luke. So fucking much, ”

“Darling, come home,” he pleaded, “Come back,”

“I can’t…”

“Why not?” he said getting angry. He pulled back and glared at you.

“Because I don’t want to be alone anymore.” you whispered only loud enough for him to hear.

“I won’t leave you alone, ever. Not after the hell I’ve been through for six months that only your love can pull me out. That I promise.”

“Really?”

“I love you more than anything, my world.” You grinned and kissed him on the mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Marry me again,” He pulled out the ring from his pocket, getting down on one knee, proposing. “Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve loved you since the day I met you. I knew when you ran into me, spilling your lemonade on my white shirt, I knew I was going to marry you. And I know we haven’t had he best relationship, but you can’t ever doubt my undying love or you. The silence was driving me crazy. The echoes that weren’t actually there haunted me. The silent screams in my head made me angry. So angry because you weren’t there anymore. And then I realized that I did leave you alone. But I love you and only you. You’re my family, I mean, we dated for six years. Darling, you’ll always come before my job. I love you, and I wanted this relationship. I never wanted you to feel lonely, I never want you to feel neglected, and I never fucking wanted you to feel second-best… and if you leave me, then I don’t know what I’m going to do anymore. You’re my everything…
“When you left, I could feel my heart shatter in his chest, the love of my life left me because I had taken her for granted. All I wanted to do was crawl up in a ball and die. I love you too much for my own good. When we had broken up the first time, I went into depression. And if I thought that first time was depressing, I didn’t think I would have been abele to survive that. I was something that was merely just being. I was broken.                                                                      “This ring is the exact one I gave you on our fifth year anniversary, the first time I proposed. The day I promised to be with you forever. The day I promised to love you until I don’t exist. That I would never love anyone as much as I love you. The empty closet, the music-less house, the biting silence, the echoes of you that aren’t actually there, the silent laughs of happiness in my head that had pained me. When you left, this ring told me that this was really happening, this was my wake-up call. I just wanted to hold you in my arms and hear with sober ears that you love me… So will you marry me? Again?”

“Yes!” you squealed, leaping into his arms and kissing him deeply, reminiscing in the feeling of his lips on yours.

Ten Years Later…

“Benji!” you begged at your six year old who was running naked in the kitchen, “Please put your clothes on!”

“Mama! I’m Captain Underpants!” he giggled and ran right into his father who was entering the room. He scooped the small blonde boy into his arms and looked him in the similar azure eyes.

“Now, Ben, why are you not listening to your mother?” he scolded.

“Because I’m a big boy!”

“Benny, I still listen to her and I’m a man.”

“Okay…” Your husband placed Ben on the ground and he sulked off to go put on his clothes.

“Luke…” you sighed, placing your head on his broad chest. “I love you. Thank you so much for taking Ben to school today.”

“It’s fine and I love you too–” Luke was cut off by a wailing noise. “Ellie’s awake…”

“I’ll get her. Bye,” you leaned up and kissed him on the lips. Luke left the kitchen and took Ben to the car.

You wandered up the stairs and into the first room on the left, Ellie’s room.

“Elizabeth Hemmings, what on earth do you need now?” you teased your two year old daughter.

“My tummy hurts bad,” she pouted, Luke’s pout. Her hair was a strawberry blonde, but her eyes mimicked Luke’s as well. 

“Aw, baby, you wanna get in bed with mommy?” The little girl nodded her head and stuck her arms out. You picked her up and placed her on you and Luke’s shared bed, pulling her into your embrace as you climbed in with her. 

When Ellie fell asleep, you heard your phone buzz from the bedside table.

From lukey :))

At least the ghosts don’t haunt me anymore. Love you

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Heaven in Hell

Sup guys back with another bechloe fic because I’m bored af and like this idea. Enjoyyyyyyy! (This will probably turn into a fic!)

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Heaven in Hell
Pairing: Beca Mitchell/Chloe Beale
Rating: M (smut time)
Summary: Beca gets smuggled into the one and only Chloe Beale’s exclusive costume party. She didn’t plan on catching anyone’s attention, let alone the girl herself.

***

Jesse: C'mon Becs please go, I know a guy who’ll get us in! ):

Beca looked at the text message on her screen, raising an eyebrow and huffing. This was the fifth text she had got from Jesse within the hour to join the long list of other texts she had received. It was ridiculous, how ridiculous he was being over a small party. Beca pushed her phone away and focused back on her laptop, changing the pitch of one of the notes.

Emily: you going to the party tonight? :p

Beca growled in her throat, the subject of all the annoying, incredibly irritating messages she was getting was beginning to get under her skin like and itch she could reach. She shut her laptop, unable to focus properly on the composition of the music. She slid it away from her before picking her phone up, more willing to reply to Emily who was a fraction less annoying than puppy boy.

Beca: what’s the big deal?

She waited for a few moments and decided to scroll through Twitter, typing a quick update of ’#nobigdeal’ just to satisfy her inner bitterness. As she continued to go through her timeline the tweets started to follow the trend of the subjects of her messages such as ‘ready to go’ and pictures of people with cans of beer and bottles of vodka captioned with 'let’s do this bitches.’ She noticed one of said tweeters was Fat Amy, liking her tweet just because she was pretty funny.

Emily: please tell me you’re kidding Becs! D:

Beca rolled her eyes, debating whether to throw her phone across her room or not. Why was everyone so obsessed with it? Especially considering the fact that they always end in trouble and Beca was liking her invisible status in school. She felt a thud being brought on in her head, as she brought her fingers up to rub her temples a few times. Of course Emily would want to go, curiosity was her biggest weakness and Jesse would do anything to get near some of the girls going to that party. Well not just 'girls’, they weren’t just girls, they were practically goddesses, or more casually knows as the Bellas.

The Bellas were the hottest group in the school and pretty much untouchable. Consisting of several girls that were graced with God given voices they owned the campus and no one dared go against them. They weren’t popular, they took popular and crushed it, everybody just knew exactly who they were. All it took was a whisper and any new kid would be informed exactly who they were and exactly why they shouldn’t be messed with.

The group was flawless. First there was Flo, smooth olive skin and an accent that, according to a rumour, sounded great in bed. Not only was she part of the well renowned group but she was also captain of the gymnastics team and girlfriend of Mike Davis, soccer player. They were relationship goals to the max and Becas pretty sure she caught Emily writing fanfiction about them once.

Then there was Jessica and Ashley, who were closer than anything. Beca had a pretty sure bet in about whether they were actually together or not and Jesse was going to totally owe her ten dollars when they came out. Then there was Lilly, who was kind of strange and intimidating, who happened to have a stare off with Jesse in the hall until he cried (Beca loves that story. Lives for it.)

Fat Amy came next. As mentioned before she was more than hilarious, Australian and was also friends with benefits with the one and only Bumper Allan. Beca had heard rumours they got up to all sorts in the bedroom department. And it was kind of weird to think about so Beca tried not to a lot of the time.

Cynthia Rose, a confident and proud woman who had a smoking hot girlfriend. She was pretty awesome and if she wasn’t so damn intimidating Beca would have loved to get to know her. And how she gets her hair to look so cool.

Stacie Conrad, sex goddess and tits bigger than Becas face. She was not tied down in any way shape or form, incredibly open and definitely not shy in the bedroom department. Beca had heard so many stories and once Stacie overheard Emily telling Beca in detail that Stacies legs were out of this world. Emily had blushed unbelievably bright and almost passed out when Stacie winked at her and said 'they look longer wrapped round someone’s face, babe.’

Emily defo had a crush on Stacie Conrad.

Aubrey was next. God she was pushy though, known as a bit of a prude but an incredibly flawless prude at that. She walked round like she had a stick up her ass most of the time, but her blonde hair was also curled just right and she was oddly attractively dominating. That’s what Jesse always said anyway but Beca just thought Jesse was a pussy in bed.

Finally and definitely not least, came Chloe Beale. Beca let out a soft sigh as she leaned her chin on her hand. Chloe Beale was the captain of the Bellas and the cheerleading squad and also run a Russian literature group for some odd reason. She was beyond attractive, red hair like golden waves and bright blue eyes Beca just wanted to drown herself in. Not that she cared. Beca just thought the Bellas were a load of weirdos who needed to tone down their egos a little.

Jesse: you need to loosen up, I swear your becoming a recluse Beca

Becas thoughts jumped at the ping on her phone, rolling her eyes. Chloe Beale also happened to throw parties at least once a month, all really hard to get into if you was a younger (meaning Beca and her weird friends) Chloe happened to be quite a few years older than Beca and she never really let the younger lot into her exclusive parties. However the party that was driving Jesse and Emily crazy was the costume party she threw every now and again. If you thought her monthly parties were exclusive this was pretty much impossible to get into, yet hundreds always ended up going.

Jesse had managed to make friends with Bumper while the latter was drunk and apparently a drunken invite came with that sudden friendship. Bumper hadn’t spoken to Jesse since but the younger boy was still convinced they would get in. Beca was not convinced on the other hand and Emily just wanted to go because Stacie Conrad was there.

Beca: Jess, we will not get in, I’m not embarrassing myself

That was part of the reason Beca was against going. The humiliation of turning up at the door and being turned away in the blink of an eye. It may not seem much to them but Beca had built a solid shield for herself, only keeping a few close friends and never really going to parties. Going to this party and getting rejected would definitely be embarrassing.

Secondly, Chloe Beale’s parties were trouble with a capital T. Shit loads of alcohol and every seemed to be horny for everything which was an incredibly bad mix- add in a dash of drugs and a lot of heavy, sultry music there was your recipe for disaster. Or at least Becas idea of disaster. Also it was freaking costume party and Beca hated getting dressed normally let alone in a costume. It had to be a no.

Jesse: we will! I told you I spoke to bumper didn’t I? We are already in, come on! Even Em wants to go

Beca rolled her eyes at that, of course Emily would want to go, she was practically a baby (a very tall baby but sill.) Also a certain pair of boobs were gonna be there that happened to make Emily brush bright red.

Beca: Em’s a baby, of course she wants to go, Conrads going

Beca stood up from her desk and walked over to her bed, flopping down onto it dramatically with a sigh. Jesse was way to persistent, Emily actually got the hint and left her alone.

Jesse: Please Becs, I’m begging

Beca switched her phone off at that, fed up with the persistent asking and threw it to the end of her bed before getting to her feet. She grabbed her bag, plugged her earphones in and placed them in her ears before exiting her dorm, letting herself forget about the party.

***

It took them ten minutes to find her.

“Becaw!” She had simply been sitting in the coffee shop, sipping at her drink while once again scrolling through Twitter when she heard that god awful nickname and turned to see Jesse, Emily and also Benji now heading towards her. Great. They all took a seat with Jesse ruffling her hair, Emily hugging her and Benji just grinning like an idiot like he usually does before returning his puppy gaze to Emily across the table.

“How the fuck did you find me?” None looked taken back by the outburst, Emily already scanning the menu and reading it aloud to Benji who seemed thrilled at the attention he was getting. Emily was pretty stuck, she was perfect for Benji but he obviously just didn’t attract her like certain others did.

“You’re always in the same coffee shop Bec,” Jesse grinned before ordering a large hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. Emily ordered the same and Benji stuck with a herbal tea like he normally did. “So, you know what we need to talk about.” Jesses face was weirdly serious.

“I’m not going,” Beca huffed, taking a sip of her coffee and relishing in the flavour before returning her glare to the brunette opposite her who was looking at her with an oddly sure smile. Beca raised an eyebrow before increasing her glare ten fold. “What have you done Jesse.”

With that Jesse lifted a small plastic bag up which he had subtly hidden, humour dancing in his eyes. It was a plain blue bag and Jesse emptied the contents onto the table. Laying on the table was a white tee, white skirt and knee high socks. Confused Beca picked up a large packet on top, furrowing her brows when she saw the fluffy Angel wings from the costume shop. Next to that costume was the exact same but in red with a comical pair of devil horns next to it.

“We are going as the Angel and devil!” Emily burst out just as Jesse was opening his mouth, vibrating in her seat with excitement. Beca blushed highly at the length of the short skirt, which was incredibly unlike Emily to buy. They had bought costumes already?! Beca tried not to hyperventilate as she prodded the Angel wings.

“What the fuck?” She exclaimed, looking at the trio in front of her. Emily looked overwhelmed with excitement, Benji highly sheepish and Jesse was grinning at her mischievously. Beca pushed the costume towards him angrily.

“I’m not wearing that. I may as well go out in nothing with how short that skirt is.” His cheeks flushed slightly but apart from that his stupid smirk remained on his face as he crossed his arms across his chest to grin wider.

“That’s why Em got the stockings. You’re gonna be the Angel and she’ll be the devil,” Jesse argued with a tone that was way too defiant for Becas liking. And surely, not that she was going to, she would be the devil to fit in with her badass attitude right?

“Surely I would be the devil?” She dead panned, glaring straight at Jesse who looked really pleased with himself and humoured at the exact time, like Beca was some sort of joke that offered him entertainment. She felt herself prickle at that, flattening her palms on the table to stop herself from battering him round the head with the Angel wings.

“That’s the joke, you’ve swapped personalities. It’s like you’re almost going as each other,” Jesse laughed to himself as if he was the funniest fucker in the world while Emily giggled a little, winking at Beca.

“No.” Beca growled, “and that’s final.”

***

A day later on Friday night she was standing in her room, in the Angel outfit ready to go. How they managed to convince her was beyond her but it was ridiculous. She finished lacing up her black converse with the white toes, which she bought to break up the colours a little. Emily swiped a slab of red lipstick onto the brunettes lips, grinning as she looked at Beca.

“You look so good Beca!” Emily did look pretty adorable in her devil outfit, even though it did not suit her innocent personality at all. Although there was always someone Emily was not innocent for. Beca huffed out a sigh, following Emily from her dorm to downstairs to meet Jesse and Benji. The Bellas lived in some big frat house or something and that’s where Chloe’s party would be.

Jesse and Benji were leaning against the car, both in costumes. Benji wore a masquerade mask and a cape, looking slight weird and Jesse wore boxing shorts and no top. Beca raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “What are you meant to be?”

He begun humming a tune and pumping his fists which were enclosed in boxing gloves, hopping around on his feet. “I’m Rocky!” Beca couldn’t help but roll her eyes as he playfully punched her in the arm, making quick breaths as he turned. She opened the passenger door.

“Well I call shotgun bitches.” She heard a chorus of groans behind her as Benji got into the drivers seat and the other two slid into the back. Benji usually drive as he wasn’t a big drinker, so he could usually drive them back. Beca never really stayed until the party finished anyway. Well actually she had only been to about two parties and she hadn’t stayed till the end then.

Darkness followed them as they drove to the house, Jesse still humming that annoying theme tune as Beca turned round and glared straight at him. This was exactly one of the reasons she would not date him. Their relationship was weird and he had admitted he had feelings for her. However she had grown irritated at him acting as her boyfriend when he wasn’t that she turned him down. Jesse was a great guy really but she knew a relationship with him would become way too serious way too quickly. Beca didn’t want or need that, Beca needed LA.

“I can hear the music from here,” Benji mumbled, his hands shaking a little. Benji was also not one for a party and struggled with a crowd of so many people. Beca would have happily stayed at home with him but Jesse and Emily insisted the two come. They turned into the last few roads, large houses lining the streets. Most were perfect, straight white picket fences, mowed lawns and chandeliers could be seen through the windows. At the end of the street though the perfection was pretty much ruined as the bella house stood, emitting pulsing lights and a fog from the machine on the lawn.

Beca plugged her seatbelt back in and sunk down on her chair. “I’m not going in!” She exclaimed as she saw some guy punch another on the lawn before grabbing his shirt and kissing him. She felt sick to her stomach as the house physically vibrated, the music pounding. The rumour was Chloe payed all the residents in the street to not complain about the music, so they rarely got shut down; only a few times.

With that she was being hauled out of the car by Jesse and his stupid boxing gloves as Emily and Benji joined them. Standing outside of the car was worse, the house even more intimidating and the two dudes were still making out on the lawn and ones hand was getting dangerously low. Beca covered Emily’s eyes next to her which caused the taller girl to giggle.

“What now? We can’t go to the front door, that’s where we’ll get turned away!” Jesse grabbed Becas hand and began leading her round the side of the house, his palm quite warm and soft. Beca gripped on to him tightly as they came to a small fence joined from the side of the house to the hedge next to it. Emily and Benji followed as Jesse opened the gate and pulled them all through, instantly coming into contact with a throng of people.

“You never really spoke to Bumper did you?” Beca had to talk a lot louder than she liked. Jesse looked over his shoulder and shook his head with a mischievous grin on his face. Beca took that moment to look round the party. They seemed to be in the garden with a rectangular pool in the middle that was pulsing with coloured lights and various people swam around. In one of the corners there was a bar lit up with fairy lights and there was also a food table across one side of the fencing. Jesse hauled them into the middle and through the glass doors of the party.

The house was almost completely dark, with lights lining the ceiling edges to emit a soft, almost sultry glow. To the right there was a doorway and another to the left then in front was a large staircase, with solo cups lining the steps and couples sitting on the steps doing things Beca didn’t really want to look at. First Jesse took them through to the right, into a spacious kitchen with someone giving out drinks.

“Can we have two vodka and red bulls please?” Jesses voice sounded way to young as the bar guy looked up with an eyebrow raised suspiciously. Beca could feel Jesses hand heat up in hers as he began to blush, feeling embarrassed. She had to do something to convince them that they were old enough to drink!

“Babe you know I find that too bitter, can you make mine a cocktail?” She found herself winking at the guy as she wrapped her arms round Jesses bicep and pressed herself against him. The bar dude began making drinks as he smirked a little, Becas head pounding as though she was drunk already. Two red cups were given to them as Beca thanked the guy and they walked off, her still draped over his arm.

“Nice save but what the fuck was that?” Jesse laughed, wrapping an arm round Becas shoulders and she pulled a face. They were back in the stairway room, and Jesse was looking at her oddly.

“He had to think we were older and you saying please in you puppy dog voice was not good. I done what I had to,” Beca explained, a smile on her face as Jesse blushed a little. He then led her into the room on the left, taking a deep breath before he entered.

The room was lit up in pulses as a hidden disco light shot beams across the space. There was also a fog machine somewhere as a thin line of fog spread across the ground, reaching their ankles. In the middle of the room there was a space that was obviously meant for dancing as several people twisted and turned, grinding on each other dirtily. Round the edges were the odd few people sitting down and drinking, one corner stunk of weed as a dude smiled at Beca, higher than a kite. Then at the front of the room, stood the Bellas. Some danced and others danced with each other, all with a drink in their hand. Not all of them were there however, only about five of them: Beca could make out Aubrey, Stacie, Cynthia, Amy and Flo.

Aubrey was dressed as a cop which was actually quite funny, Stacie was in a skirt and top but had a pair of bunny ears on which was weird. Cynthia was dressed as an air hostess which must have been an inside joke, Amy was a crocodile? Flo had a Mexican hat on, the rest of her dressed in normal clothes.

Jesse brought his hand down to grip tightly onto Becas hand as he swung back the rest of his cup. Beca copied him, instantly regretting it as she screwed her face up at the bitter taste. With that she was dragged into the dance floor, attempting to unclasp her hand but Jesse was too strong. He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, beginning to dance with a stupid grin on his face.

“Jess, let me go,” Beca growled as Jesse just laughed, had he been drinking before the party? Luckily Beca spotted Emily and Benji at the edge of the room and she mumbled some excuse to go help Emily just to get away from him. Emily brought her straight into a hug as Benji went to dance with Jesse to distract him.

“Beca,” Emily whispered into her ear, “that’s Stacie Conrad.” Beca looked up to see Emily gazing straight at the leggy brunette, watched her swing her hips and laugh drunkenly. Emily’s mouth was slightly agape and her shoulders sagged a little as she couldn’t stop watching the brunette. Beca grasped her hand and hauled her out of the room.

“Let’s go get a drink Em.”

***

The party was in full swing and still going on, as Beca sat on a couch in between Emily and another guy. They were watching a game of beer pong as they waited for their turn, a pleasant hum of alcohol in their veins. Beca hummed to the music as Emily leant her head on the shorter girls shoulder, her neck must have uncomfortable. Some dude got the ball in and so another gulped down a drink, grinning at everyone as they cheered at him.

“Em, can we go to the bathroom quick?” Emily nodded and the two found the stairs and climbed them, where the hallway was dimly lit but a little easier to see than downstairs. Emily waited outside as Beca entered the bathroom, eyes fuzzy as the bright light was sudden. She washed a bit of cold water on her face when she heard a sharp cry of help from outside. She rushed to unlock the door, fingers fumbling as she swung the door open.

Emily was pressed against the door, her face turned and eyes screwed shut as a guy pressed himself against the length of her, pinning her wrists to the wall as he growled into her ear. Beca yelled out at him to get off her, watching as he ignored her and grabbed Emily’s chin and turned her towards him. She whimpered and struggled as Beca rushed over and punched the guy in his arm. He simply pushed Beca away, chuckling as she fell to the floor.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he mumbled to Emily, kissing her jaw as Beca attempted to get up, her head spinning as she cradled it. Emily struggled once more and shook her head as the dude once again kissed her, licking all up her neck as she flinched away.

“I suggest you leave her alone or the only thing that will be fucked is you when I punch your teeth in.” Beca looked up to see none other than Stacie Conrad standing there, eyes alight with a dark fire and looking incredibly intimidating. The guy stepped away from Emily, glaring at Stacie as he swayed to the side a little.

“Oh back off Conrad, I saw her first. I just wanted some fun.” Stacie raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at the guy, her eyes pinning him to the spot. Beca pulled herself to her feet and gripped Emily’s hand, squeezing once, before letting go. Emily nodded gently at her.

“Always the man whore James, I bet your right hand is even sick of your tiny dick.” The guy glared at her, walking past and shouldering harshly into Stacie before descending the stairs. Stacie watched him go before turning to look at the pair, or more specifically, straight at Emily.

“Oh my god thank you so much,” Emily rushed out in a flurry of words, hands gesturing wildly as Stacie watched her with a glint of fondness in her eye. She shrugged casually at the brunette.

“I like your costume,” she almost purred before turning to disappear down the stairs, throwing a wink over her shoulder. Emily almost passed out, leaning against Beca as the tall brunette looked like she was literally going to die.

Relationship goals.

***

“Becs m'sorry, please get a drink with me?” Beca rolled her eyes as Jesse yelled at her over the music, heart pounding in time with the rhythm of the music. She nodded and followed him into the drinks room but noticed the bar guy they had managed to convince had gone.

Fat Amy stood in his place. Shit.

Too intoxicated to notice Jesse dragged the over there and it was too late to stop him, Beca felt the humiliation run through her as he leaned forward and asked for a drink. The Australian raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down before looking at Beca and doing the same.

“How old are you buddy?” Her accent travelled across the music as she placed her palms flat on the table and leaned forward, frowning a little at him. Jesse stumbled a little and Beca gripped his hand tightly to steady him.

“I’m 17.” Great they were fucked.

Amy grinned and made her way round the table, looking at Beca and Jesse, cocking her head to one side. She took a gulp of her drink, turned to someone to her side and muttered in their ear before folding her arms.

“I think you guys better come with me. Cap wants to see whoever tries to sneak in,” she paused, almost looking sympathetic, “anyone who’s confident enough to commit social suicide.” Beca gulped roughly, hands trembling as she followed Amy through the house into the dance room and into another door. There was less people in this room but still quite a few, as she went out of a back door and dragged them into the garden they went into initially. There in the corner sat a few of the Bellas, all with a drink in their hands. Beca scanned them and her heart nearly dropped into her ass.

Chloe Beale.

Ironically, and this was just because Beca was so unlucky, she was dressed in a devils outfit but unlike Emily she wore a tight red dress that was incredibly short, a pair of glitzy devil horns and bright red lipstick. Her hair fell done her back in cascading waves, slightly messy, and black eyeliner accentuated her bright blue eyes. Surrounding her was Aubrey, Cynthia and Stacie, all conversing with each other. Beca also noticed Chloe was sitting on the lap of Tom, the captain of the soccer team. He twirled a lock of her hair found his finger but she appeared to be almost ignoring him.

“Oi Cap! Found these babies asking for a drink. Underagers, your favourite.” Beca blushed as Chloe turned her attention to Amy, who was currently blocking them a little. A smirk overtook her face, making her seem intimidating and hot as hell. God Beca get yourself together! Jesse stepped forward.

“Hey I’m not underage!” He exclaimed, swaying to the side a little. Chloe rolled her perfect blue eyes (perfect, really Beca) and raised an eyebrow, standing up to her full height which surprisingly wasn’t massive. She was tiny bit taller than Beca and Beca was considered short.

“He’s drunk out of his mind. Get him out of here Amy,” she spoke, her voice a heavenly pitch to Becas ears. Being a DJ she knew when a sound was perfect and she wanted to put Chloe’s voice into every single mix she did. She was getting cheesy, she needed to get out of here. Chloe hadn’t seen her yet though.

“Sure thing, what about short stack?” She moved to the side, revealing Beca to the Bellas, and most importantly to Chloe. Blue eyes landed on her, and they seemed to ignite with a low fire. Chloe looked her up and down, a small smirk taking over her features as she bit her lip and rolled it between her straight white teeth before letting it ping back into place.

“Well, well, well who is this little cutie?” Beca felt herself blush profoundly, feeling half irritated at being called little but feeling her stomach churn with heat at the way Chloe was looking at her. With that she heard her name being called as Emily appeared at her side, obviously confused as to why Beca had turned into some sort of mute at the site of Chloe. Where was her badass reputation?

“I swear we didn’t mean to cause trouble-” Emily’s rambling was cut off by a show of Chloe’s hand as she stepped forward, eyes trained on Beca as she came closer to her. Beca gulped roughly as she tried to clear her mind, skin screaming to be touched, nerve endings alight with the need for Chloe’s hands on her and what the fuck was happening to her?!

“Get rid of the boy,” Chloe mumbled as Amy went to grab Jesses bicep. He wouldn’t go though, struggling out of her grip as he tried to latch onto Beca who flinched. Chloe turned and glared straight at Jesse. “I’m giving you five seconds to get out before I kick your ass in front of everyone.”

“I’m not leaving without Beca!” He fisted his hands next to his sides, confidence ignited with alcohol. Chloe turned back to Beca, a smirk once again on her face.

“Beca. That’s a pretty name,” she hummed, a flirtatious look in her eye. It disappeared as she looked at Jesse. “I’ll take care of her now, leave.” Jesse looked at Beca who just nodded towards the gate. He sighed and followed Amy out, shooting his puppy look straight at Beca as he left. Beca turned back to look at Chloe.

“I’m not little,” she blurted out, trying to regain a tiny piece of control. At the Cynthia laughed as Chloe grinned at her, still somewhat sultry as her eyes continued to gaze at Beca in a way the was making her blood hum.

“Are you having fun? Sneaking into my party,” Chloe paused and gave a dramatic gasp, pressing her hand to her chest, “what a bad girl.” That spread the fire in Becas stomach as it began to lick at her senses, burning them into ash as she resisted the urge to both punch and snog Chloe Beale right there and then.

“Eh, it’s okay,” Beca shrugged, her head screaming at her to be cool as she attempted to act as causal as possible. A few of the Bellas laughed at that, a splash of the pool behind her as she heard someone jump in, senses heightened as she stood face to face with the redhead.

“Listen we don’t want any trouble, we can go,” Emily rushed, sensing that Becas sarcasm was going to get them into trouble. Chloe glanced over at her them back at the girls.

“I’ll take the tall one somewhere else,” Stacie stood up and came over, gripping Emily by her bicep and urging her away from the scene. Chloe returned her attention to Beca who now stood alone. Where the fuck was Benji? Couldn’t he do one of those annoying smoke cloud things.

“Chlo this is boring, just tell her to fuck off,” Tom groaned from behind her. Chloe rolled her eyes before turning and retaking her seat on Toms lap. He nuzzled his face into her neck, dropping sloppy kisses there as she looked at Beca once more.

“Nice to meet you Beca,” she drawled, “but I’m afraid you’re gonna have to leave.” Beca glanced at Chloe one more time before turning and rushing into the house and up to the bathroom, just to use it before she left. She let out a woosh of air once the door was locked, chest heaving as she gripped tightly into the sink, waiting for her pulse to calm the fuck down. She splashed her face before exiting the bathroom, just about to descend the stairs when she heard a high pitch noise.

Regretting her decision already she turned and began to head down the hallway, looking at the various doors. The first few rooms looked innocent enough but one had a couple in right in the middle of… well, Beca nearly threw up there and then. It was then she heard another gasp.

“Stacie!” Her eyes widened at the breathless name and her heart thudded as she recognised the person that voice belonged to. Emily was banging Stacie Conrad? What the hell even was this party, who had Emily become, why did Beca want to sit on Chloe Beale’s face?! She avoided the room that came from, ready to turn when she saw a door with a large, flowery C on. She glanced round a few times before entering the room and shutting the door behind her.

A double bed stood in the middle, sticking out from one of the rooms with a thick white duvet covering it. It looked comfy as fuck with all different coloured pillows over it. On one wall there was a wooden dresser with various make up items over it, a desk with a laptop and a big rug that looked also comfy as fuck. Beca trailed her fingers along the dresser as she looked round the room, happy to be away from the noise a little and allowed to take a breather. Which was probably why she didn’t realise someone had entered the room as well.

“I thought Angels were meant to be well behaved.”

***

Part 2???

Yawhgscast AU - Character Ideas

I was looking back at the few gameplays the Yogscast made of the Yawhg and couldn’t help but write down a few ideas for a Yawhgscast AU. They’re based on gameplay and altered a bit so that they didn’t end up dying.
Not sure if anyone already did a Yawhg Story with them but hey, it’s always an enjoyable thing to do!


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