i made this one for jess because she said it was her favorite movie

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

No Chances - Alex Standall x Reader

Originally posted by juggiehead

Ship : Alex Standall x Reader

Fandom : 13 Reasons Why

Warnings : None

A/N : Sorry again for the grammar mistakes (must be a lot of them), English isn’t my first language ♥


Jessica was always smiling. Always laughing. Always beautiful. And that’s why Alex loved her.

When you were alone with her, you loved to see her smile. After all, she was your friend, but right now, you couldn’t handle her beautiful, perfect smile. You were about to step in Monet’s to join both of them and Hannah, but right now, you weren’t even in the mood to talk, laugh or whatever you would do usually. You just wanted to cry, especially since you saw them hugging each other in front of Hannah, who seemed slightly uncomfortable.

“Shit.” you said quietly as you turned away from them and wiped a tear from your cheek. You waited two more minutes and took a deep breathe, before going in. “Please don’t cry. Not now.” You thought, as you waved at Hannah.

“Y/N !” she said and stood up to hug you tightly. She knew about your crush on Alex, so you hugged her back even more tighly, to let her know that you needed it.

When you pulled away, Jessica greeted you and Alex waved at you with the biggest smile on his face. You sat next to Hannah and she put instantly her hand in the middle of the table. “Fuck My Life.” she said, looking at you, then Alex and Jessica. “Fuck my life. Definitely.”  you said, trying to hold back tears. She was doing this for you.

Hannah was your best friend, and you loved her with every ounce of your heart. She thought once that Alex loved you back, you two were so close to each other before he started dating Jess. A lot of people thought that you were already dating, actually.

She felt so bad for you when Jessica told her she was dating Alex that she took you to the Crestmont to watch your favorite movie and eat a lot of popcorns, to make you feel better, basically. Even if you weren’t that sad at first because you thought their relationship wouldn’t last. But it’s been 3 months now.

Your nails dug into your skin as he leaned in to kiss her.

“Hum…I-I’m going to get another coffee”, you said as you stood up, your voice cracking lightly, and made your way towards Skye.

“Hey Y/N, are you okay ? You look really pale.”

“I’m fine Skye, don’t worry.” You shook your head.

“Can I have another coffee, please ?”

“ It’s your first coffee, hun.” She said, smiling lightly.

“Oh, yeah…yeah, sorry. Can I have my first coffee, then?”  you tried hardly to put the same smile as hers on your face. 

“Sure. No payment due, this one’s on me. I don’t know what happened to you, but you seem really sad." 

"Thank you.” You said as she handed you your coffee.

You could hear Jessica’s laugh, and you felt your stomach tightening up.

If you stayed here a minute longer, you were going to die. You stood up quickly and excused yourself to Skye, as your tears were already streaming down your cheeks.

You ran towards the front door and threw it open, only to see your friends following you.

“Oh my god, Y/ N, wait !”, You heard Hannah shout as you kept running, but you could clearly hear by their footsteps that they were as fast as you.

But then, he managed to grab your arm. Him. Always him.

“What the fuck Y/N ?!” Alex shout, trying to steady his breathe,

Hannah was hiding her face in her hands, she was obviously embarassed., because she knew exactly what you were about to do. And she knew you were going to regret it.

You shook off Alex’s grip and whispered to him “It should’ve been me, Standall.”

“What ?” he said, a confused expression on his face.

“You left me when you met her. But it should’ve been me, the one that you love.”

“Y/N…” His voice was now quiet.  He glanced back at Jessica, who seemed…hurt.

“Nah, don’t say anything, Alex. It doesn’t matter.”

You shook your head as your tears were still streaming down your cheeks, and turned away before whispering quietly “I never had a chance anyway.”

teasing jai

requested by: anonymous

WARNING: contains nsfw content

You felt so rushed for time that you hadn’t even bothered to get dressed, grabbing ingredients out of cabinets and measuring cups. It was your best friend, Hayley’s, birthday, and a group of your buddies decided to throw together a surprise party at your place, leaving you in charge of the cake.

Jai had slept over the night before, and he had been so kind as to keep you in bed for long as possible, groaning out a “I wish it was my birthday,” when you finally got out of bed with a quick apology.

You could feel Jai’s gaze on your back while you worked swiftly, combining ingredients as you looked periodically at your phone to check for any updates in the surprise party plan.

When you looked back to ask him if he needed anything, you were surprised to see that he wasn’t there. You figured he had his own things to deal with, so you shrugged and returned to the task at hand.

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Fresh Start - Make a Decision

A/N: Part five of my Mechanic!Dean x single mom!Reader AU. Again a huge thanks to my beta who really helped me out on this when I got stuck @thorne93. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated.

Summary: Dean struggles with figuring out how he feels about Lisa and the Reader, maybe mom can help figure it out.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jess, Lisa, Mary.

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader.

Warnings: Language, arguing, awkwardness with a little hint of angst on top. Lisa being a huge bitch!!! (The Lisa in my story doesn’t really match the Lisa in the show)

Wordcount: 2317


*GIF not mine*

Originally posted by supernaturaldaily

Dean rang Lisa’s door and waited for her to answer, he knew that there was most likely going to be a huge fight tonight, Lisa had been pretty pissed when he dropped her off at work earlier. He kind of understood though. It was in fact the second time he had forgot an appointment with her in the past two days because he was hanging out with you. He was surprised when Lisa opened the door with a huge grin, or maybe confused was a better word to use.

“I’m just gonna grab my coat and then we can go.”

“Go where?” Now he was more than a little confused. He was happy about the fact that Lisa didn’t seem interested in talking, but he knew that this conversation needed to be had sooner or later.

“Oh, did I forget to mention-” she threw on her jacket “- a friend of mine from work invited us to dinner with her and her new fiancee.”

“No you didn’t mention that,” he said, slightly annoyed.

“That explains the clothes.” She wrinkled her nose and made a motion towards him with her index finger. “We can stop by your place and get you changed. Better to show up late than in flannel,” she joked, but Dean didn’t find it funny at all.

“Come on Lis. I thought we were sorting out our fight from earlier.” He didn’t know what would be worse, dinner at a fancy restaurant with some snobby bank lady from Lisa’s work, or to spend the evening talking about his feelings.

“We can do that later, Dean.” She gave him a ‘don’t start with me’ look. “I think we can manage to be civil for a few hours.” It wasn’t a request, Dean knew that the shitstorm coming would be a lot worse if he didn’t just tag along with this.

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All My Fault

Fandom: The Flash.

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader.

Summary: Y/N is caught in the middle of a robbery composed by the Trickster. The Flash, who she doesn’t know is her best friend Barry, shows up to stop him. Y/N is hurt, and Barry is by her side during her recovery, blaming himself for what happened.

Warnings: None.

Words: 2,930

A/N: This is my very first imagine, so sorry if it sucks. Feedback is always appreciated, so please tell me what you think! Don’t forget to request more!

Originally posted by kevinmch

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Under normal circumstances you would have spoken your mind, but with a gun against your head and tape covering your mouth, it was slightly harder to accomplish that task.

“Let her go.” The Flash said, cautiously taking a few steps forward.

“Uh-uh!” The Trickster exclaimed, the priceless piece of art he had taken tucked under his arm. “Come any closer, and I’ll shoot your pretty little girlfriend.”

Girlfriend? What is he talking about?’ You thought.

“You see, Flash, it doesn’t take a genius, though I am one, to figure out that you care for this girl. It just so happens whenever she’s in trouble you tend to have more, let’s say, passion, when saving the day.  So, either I can walk down those stairs with this painting, or she can walk up the stairs to heaven.” A haunted laugh slid from his lips.

The Scarlet Speedster stood still for a moment, staring with wide eyes. If he tried to stop the Trickster, there was a slim chance you would survive. You realized that he couldn’t let this psycho steal a canvas worth over one million dollars, but was he really willing to risk your life to save a piece of art? You feared the answer was yes. The Flash didn’t know you. He had no real reason to save you other than to reduce the casualty count for the night. The more likely option for him was to go after the painting, where you would inevitably die. Even you agreed he couldn’t let this maniac loose. He’d just reek more havoc. You were going to die tonight.

Dread flooded your veins. The feeling rushed in like a tsunami, completely overtaking you. Your bruises throbbed, blood ran down your face and limbs from all the cuts. The Trickster had set off a bomb that sent debris and glass everywhere, and took you hostage. Closing your eyes, you waited for the gunshot, for the bullet to penetrate your skull and leave you sprawled out on the ground, lifeless. Images raced through your mind, memories. You saw your mother, reading you your favorite bedtime story when you were younger. You saw your dad, taking you to see your very first movie. You saw Barry.

Barry. The person you trusted more that anyone else in the entire world. The adorable idiot who you went on random ice cream runs with. The fantastic nerd who geeked out about science whenever he got the chance. The amazing friend who offered you a shoulder to cry on and chased any and all forbidding demons away, no matter what the circumstance. Barry Allen, your best friend.

Yet another wave of images were thrust into your mind. Barry’s brilliant smile, his tousled brown hair, his beautiful green eyes. The feeling of his skin lingered on yours, the smell of fresh air and the rush of adrenaline you felt every time you were with him. Sometimes, you’d even see flashes of color when he was around. Radiant reds and gorgeous yellows. There was never a dull moment with him around. The fact was, he was the only person who stuck with you through thick and thin, the only one who could make you smile during tough times.

He had always been so supportive, comforting you whenever you needed a friend or even just the presence of another person. He used to hold you close to him whenever you cried, stroke your hair gently and whisper in your ear, “It’s okay. Everything is gonna be okay.” The words pulsed in your skull and through your entire body. They spread warmth and reassurance to every bone you had. Oh, how you wished Barry was there to comfort you at that moment. He was your ray of sunshine whenever times got dark. He was your flashlight, leading you home every time you were lost.

A surge of emotions spiraled in your brain, not only of fear or anguish, but of love. Love for your parents, love for your friends, but mostly… love for Barry. That’s when it hit you. You were in love with Barry Allen.

And now he would never know.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, snapping you back into reality.  Stifled sobs seeped through your lips and your body slouched in a position that signaled defeat. You tried your best not to imagine your funeral, or Barry attending it. Or even worse, him not attending it. Life was a game, and you somehow ended up losing.

“Aw, is little Ms. Lovely Locks losing her poise? That’s too bad, I like em’ feisty!” The Trickster exclaimed. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked your head back. You yelped in pain, but the noise was muffled by the tape covering your mouth.

“No, Stop! Please, just don’t hurt her.” The speedster pleaded. His voice was brittle, cracking as he shouted. He also seemed to be in a trance just before the words left his lips. He was remembering something as well, but you obviously had no way of knowing what could be going on in his head. He looked sad, from what you could tell, in distress. There was something about his voice too, the way he begged for your life. You couldn’t quite identify it. It almost sounded like he truly cared for you. That was impossible though. You didn’t even know the man behind the mask, and he didn’t know you.

The Trickster started whistling some random tune that popped into his head. He was becoming impatient. “What’s it gonna be, Flash?”

You could hear the speedster sigh heavily, his eyes darting from you to the Trickster. It sounded like he was having trouble breathing, like you were. You struggled to swallow shallow breaths, almost all of them out of reach from your lungs. The Flash’s eyes made contact with yours, even though it was hard to see, mainly because all the lights had been blown up and it was nighttime. What you saw in them was pure terror. His hands were shaking, and not like when he purposely vibrated. They were actually trembling in fear. Then, the Flash did the last thing you thought he would do. He took a step backward.

“Ha ha!” The Trickster guffawed, waggling his eyebrows. Man, this guy really was insane. But there was something in his voice that suggested he wasn’t finished. “Just incase you get any ideas about coming after me…” You didn’t know what happened, just that it happened fast. All you could feel was an agonizing pain coming from your left shoulder. Your entire body was screaming from the torture it was enduring, and you collapsed. Jesse James had shot you. The Flash ran over to you, picking you up in his arms. Both of your breaths were rapid, both eyes wide. All sounds were replaced with a high pitched ringing noise, except for one. His voice.

“It’s okay. Everything is gonna be okay.” He said gently, though the look on his face suggested otherwise. He looked truly horrified. Pain overtook you, and your surroundings faded into nothingness.

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“Is she going to be okay? I need to know! I can’t live without her!” A distant voice shouted, overflowing with concern. You recognized it instantly, even though it was vague. 

“Calm down, Barry. Thankfully, none of the injuries were fatal. She should wake up anytime now.” Another one chimed. You guessed it was your friend Caitlin, since it had more of a feminine tone to it. Barry had been spending a lot of his time at S.T.A.R. Labs and with Caitlin. You never thought much of it, but now you were worried. Were they together?

Heels clicked across the floor as Caitlin left, but you didn’t hear Barry move. You wanted more than anything to open you eyes, to see him, to let him know you really were going to be alright, but you couldn’t. It was almost like your eyes were glued shut. You couldn’t move either. You’re body was immobile. You could still smell and feel, though. The scent of fresh air was in the room, only confirming that Barry was in fact there. A few more seconds of your time were spent attempting to move, continuously trying to signify you were conscious. Well, at least semi-conscious. You tried wiggling your fingers and toes, turning your head, but nothing seemed to be working. If you could have, you would’ve sighed in defeat.

Suddenly, you felt something warm meet your fingers. Barry was holding your hand. His grip was tight, like he was hanging on for dear life. Maybe he really was. He did say he couldn’t live without you. The though of that, of him caring so much about you, made you content. It was nice knowing someone valued you. He started speaking.

“Y/N, I really hope you can hear me,” He started. His voice was low and raspy, like it was afraid to be known.

I can,’ You tried to reassure him, thought it only was only declared in your mind. Barry continued.

“I don’t know what I would do with myself if you didn’t wake up.” He admitted. “I’d probably die inside. You’re my best friend, Y/N. I wouldn’t last two seconds in this world without you.” He clutched your hand harder, if that was even possible. “I couldn’t save you today. I couldn’t defend the one thing that matters most to me in the world. How am I supposed to go on knowing that? That I can’t protect you?” His voice was growing louder, shaky and unsteady. He was about to cry, scolding himself for something he had no control over. 

You would have given anything to tell him that it was going to be okay, to offer him the support he always gave you. Guilt clouded your brain. Barry had done so many things for you, and not just good deeds like taking care of you when you were sick or helping you move when you got your new apartment. He gave you so much more. He gave you confidence. He gave you ambition. He gave you a home. And where were you when he needed someone to guide him through his labyrinth of emotions? Lying unconscious.

“I was right there, too, but I just couldn’t risk you getting hurt. And look where we are now. You still got hurt, and it’s all my fault.” You summoned all your strength trying to wake up, trying to tell him it wasn’t his fault and that no matter what you would never leave his side, but the universe had other plans. “I want more than anything else in the whole wide world to be able to protect you and keep you out of harms way, but I guess even with super speed I can’t do that.”

Oh my god. My best friend is the Flash.’ That’s why his words sounded so familiar to you.

“You know, just before I stepped back at the museum, I was remembering something. I was remembering the first time you came over to my house when we were kids, and some of the famous all-nighters we pulled in high school, cramming for exams.” He gave a small laugh, but it’s temporary joy did not last long. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault!” Tears were definitely streaming down his face now. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was feeling. If the roles were reversed you probably wouldn’t even be able to get one word out without having a mental breakdown.

He tried to get control of his breathing, and once he finally had he spoke in a whisper. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. I-I love you. I’m in love with you.” You felt Barry lay his head on his forearm, his body heaving from his sobs. Your heart swelled with sadness as his tears trickled down your skin. That was enough. His love for you gave you the strength to open your eyes and speak.

“Barry…” You croaked.

Barry’s head jolted upward as soon as he heard your voice. His mouth was agape, dumbstruck. He had trouble finding the right words. “Y/N? Y/N! Oh my god. You’re okay!” His entire face lit up as he finally grasped the fact that you were awake and he cupped yours with his hands. You never thought you’d be so happy to see his gorgeous green eyes. Complete bliss struck you like a hurricane, and it circulated to ever corner of your body. You then realized you were in the cortex of the old S.T.A.R. Labs building. They must have been using it as the Flash’s headquarters. That explained why he was there so often.

Barry’s newly conjured smile faded as he continued speaking. “This was never supposed to happen. You never should have been mixed up in all of that. I’m so sorry.” He confessed gravely.

There’s that guilt you felt earlier. “I know you are, and it’s okay. I’m sorry, too. You’ve always been there for me and all I ever do is make you cry uncontrollably.”

A wistful look overtook his features. “You have given me something I never thought would be possible after my mom died. Something even Iris could never give me.”  His eyes filled with a longing that had never been there before, or maybe it had and you just never noticed. “You gave me a reason to live.”

You felt your stomach jump up into your throat, cheeks burning, no doubt. Barry’s smile finally returned and the two of you gazed into each others eyes. Suddenly, after a few more moments of complete bliss, he broke the silence. He looked timid. “Uh… You didn’t happen to hear what I said while you were unconscious, did you?” He asked shyly, his ears and neck simultaneously turning pink as he did so.

“I might of heard all of it.” You said, grinning.

Barry’s eyes went wide and he face turned red as a tomato. “Oh god-”

“It’s okay, Barry.” You soothed him. Anyone could tell he was about to go on one of his stuttering rampages filled with random words and mumbled sentences, though they were adorable you weren’t really in the mood for one. “I love you too.”

“Really?” He asked in disbelief.

“Really.” You laughed. All Barry could do was smile.

Your smirk vanished as you recalled something. Even through all the joy being exchanged between the two of you, something was still bothering you, picking at the back of your brain. Biting your lip, you asked him the question. ”Why didn’t you tell me you were the Flash?”

Barry sighed. His hand released yours, which you forgot he was squeezing, to rub the back of his neck. You missed the feeling of his fingers latching onto yours, even if you were only without the sensation a couple seconds. “I care about you, Y/N.” He started, staring in your eyes. “I couldn’t let you get involved. That would put you in danger and as you may have heard, I can’t handle even the thought of losing you. I love you too much to risk you getting hurt.”

You gave him a small nod, showing you understood, even though you were perfectly capable of handling yourself, you didn’t want to start an argument. Not now. You were finally able to move the rest of your limbs so you decided to try and sit up, which was a huge mistake. Pain emerged from your shoulder, where the Trickster shot you. You winced and gave out a small yelp as you boosted yourself onto your elbows.

Barry quickly reached for your shoulders and took hold of them, he gently pushed you back onto your pillow. “No way.” He said. “You need to lay down. I’ll come back later to check on you, but for now, you need to rest.” He leaned down and gave you a kiss on the forehead, lingering slightly. When he pulled back, he was only a few inches from your face. You could almost read his mind. He thought you were the most beautiful girl on the planet. He couldn’t help himself. Time froze. His eyes asked from permission though what happened next was inevitable. He crashed his lips on yours, and you didn’t hesitate to kiss back. Shivers shot down your back and you almost went numb. His hand cupped your cheek and yours to his shoulder, trying to pull him closer. You never realized how much you actually wanted to be with him.

The kiss was passionate, it was the release of years of hidden feelings and emotions, an explosion so huge it was impossible to contain. The entire world disappeared. It was only you and Barry, no one else.

Barry pulled away, grinning like an idiot. You could only imagine you looked the same. Both of you remained still, inches away, stunned that what you both had been craving for so long had finally come to pass. Barry broke the silence by awkwardly clearing his throat.

“Um, well, I guess I’ll see you later than?” He asked. All you were able to do was nod. You were still in shock. Barry laughed slightly, and so did you. He left you with a wink as he walked toward the exit of the Cortex. Before he turned the corner he gave one of his victory punches in the air and yelled, “Yeah!”

“I saw that!” You shouted to him, laughing.

You couldn’t believe you had kissed Barry Allen, your best friend.

Tender Love

Summary: Dean realizes just how much he loves the reader and knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. 

Word Count: 2,432

Warnings: Smut. Oral Sex. Unprotected Sex. 

A/N: This is a fic for Galentine’s Day! This fic is for the lovely Liz! @ohfora67impala I hope you enjoy it, dear! @latinenglishfandomblog @abaddonwithyall

Originally posted by ebru-p

To Dean, you were like fire. At times you were calm, a steady flame that offered warmth and comfort. But when he and you were alone, he yearned for the moments in which you reminded him of a raging forest fire, uncontrollable and burning everything in your path to get what you wanted. Your fingers would grapple for him, dig into the depths of him and you wouldn’t stop until you had satiated yourself of him.

Dean lived for the look in your eyes, the raw hunger that overtook them when he drove deep inside you and you’d dig your nails into his skin. It drove him over the edge to know that it was he who could make you come undone like that. His hips would become rougher in their thrusts and you’d wrap yourself around him in such a way that Dean knew you were as close as you possibly could be.

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My Best Friend’s Brother Part 10

Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, smut


You and Dean spent the whole day in bed having sex and cuddling. You felt almost like a normal couple just laying together talking about nothing and everything laughing and kissing not caring about anything else in the world but each other.  You and Dean were laying in the bed, he was sitting up in just his sweatpants against the headboard and you had your head laying in his lap while he had one hand playing with your hair and the other intertwined with your fingers as you told a story about you and Sam and Jess, “ one time me and Sam got so drunk, we had this big exam for one of our prelaw classes and we downed an entire bottle of tequila afterwards so glad that it was over, and we did that all before Jess got home and she used to have this video,” you had to stop talking for a second to let your giggles out Dean smiling down at you, “And umm me and Sammy were crawling around on the floor because we were so drunk we could barely stand and she just videoed us cracking up and we ended up just all laying in the floor talking gibberish while Jess just laughed at us, and I made us all hats out of tin foil, to you know protect us from the aliens” you giggled out and Dean started laughing with you.

“I wish I could’ve seen that; I’ve rarely seen Sam drunk” he said laughing

“We weren’t too crazy in college but me and Sam would let loose every once in a while and we would just spur each other on until the other could barely stand on their own, I always felt so bad for Jess she always ended up taking care of us and I always ended up in bed with them at night because I would be too drunk to make it to my apartment. Sammy used to always say I stole his girlfriend because me and Jess would end up cuddling at night a few times we even kicked him out of the bed”.

“I think I would’ve liked her” Dean said his smile faltering a bit.

“You would’ve loved her, it was hard not to like her, she made Sam so happy…” you trailed off.

You squeezed Dean’s hand and he smiled at you, you knew he secretly blamed himself for Jess’s death, because he’d taken Sam that week, “She would’ve loved you too Dean” you reassured him. And the two of you fell into a comfortable silence for the next few minutes until it was broken by your grumbling stomach and the two of you looked at each other and laughed.

“Alright time to feed my girl” he said patting your stomach and you got up and grabbed his flannel button down slipping it on. The two of you walked to the kitchen together, well you kinda hobbled, “You felling alright there sweetheart?” Dean smirked pulling into his side.

“Mmm well this super sexy guy kinda fucked me senseless over and over again for the last 24 hours so I’m having trouble getting my legs to work” you retorted and Dean just smiled looking very pleased with himself. Once you made it to the kitchen you started to make yourself to the fridge but Dean grabbed you and set you on the counter kissing you, “Dean, I seriously can’t have sex again yet, I need a few hours to recover” you giggled out and Dean huffed giving you a pouty face but leaned in to kiss you once more and then started pulling out the ingredients to make pancakes. He knew breakfast for dinner was one of your favorites and you smiled at him getting an idea. You walked over to him and hugged him from behind kissing his shoulders and back, “Baby you gotta stop that if you really do need a break” he hummed,

and you let your hands travel down to his pants, “I need a break, but you seem to need some more attention” you whispered as your hand slipped into his pants grabbing him. You stroked him a few times getting him ready and then got down on your knees turning him around to you. You looked up at him under your lashes as you began untying his sweatpants and tugging them down. You grabbed his cock and licked from the base to the tip pulling a groan from Dean. You moved your mouth to gently suck the tip as you took your hands to grab the back of his thighs pushing the rest of him into your mouth, “oh god baby girl, love your mouth, love the way it feels around my cock…” he mumbled out and you hummed around him pulling a loud moan from him. You sped up your ministrations taking him as deep you could, but then you got another idea and pulled back a second Dean gasping at the sudden lack of contact, “Dean, baby, grip my hair” Dean looked at you with a questioning look but wrapped his fingers into your hair, “I want you to fuck my mouth” you asked feeling yourself turn bright red but not letting your gaze waver from his.

“Are you sure sweetheart” Dean asked barely holding back. You wrapped your mouth around him again and hummed yes, “Oh god yes baby” he said as he gently pulled you head back by your hair and slamming into your mouth. He continued thrusting like this into your mouth until you felt his release nearing, “Sweetheart I’m gonna cum soon” and he said as he pulled out getting ready to place his hand there instead

“No baby I want you to cum in my mouth” you immediately placed him back in your mouth and began sucking. He threw his head back in pleasure as he felt himself nearing and grabbed the back of your head deepening the thrusts he groaned loudly as his hot spurts spilled down your throat. You looked up at him and pulled your head back swallowing everything he’d just spilled in you and you stood up on your toes placing a kiss on his nose, “Ok now I want pancakes” you giggled wrapping your arms around him and he smacked your ass and pulled you into a hug.

“You’re so damn sexy you’re gonna be the death of me” he laughed in the crook of your neck and placed a kiss there before pulling away and began your pancakes. You sat on the counter watching him cook stealing a kiss every now and then. The two of you ate together chatting and holding hands. Dean could be so domestic it made your heart flutter to think about what it could be like to have a normal apple pie life with him, but you quickly reminded yourself that hunters didn’t get that. You would die a happy woman though as long as you got these moments, as long as you got him.


You and Dean had showered and dressed (well put shirts and pants on) and were sitting in the living room watching tv trying to make yourselves appear normal for when Sam home.

“Hey guys I’m back how was your day?”

“It was good me and Y/N just made pancakes and watched movies all day” Dean answered winking at you and you smiled at him. The three of you chatted and watched a few episodes of Game of Thrones before heading to bed. You were extra tired from the days activities and fell sound asleep. Around 2am you felt the bed dip and a large warm body pull you into him. You rolled over to him and snuggled into Dean’s chest loving the way his warm body felt against your cold body. As you started to fall back asleep he felt Dean kiss your forehead and whisper, “I love you Y/N”. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable you continued to pretend you were asleep, knowing he wouldn’t have admitted that if he thought you’d been awake, but you felt your heart leap in your chest you’d never felt so happy.


You and Dean were drinking coffee and stealing glances at each other the next morning, you wanted so badly to tell him you’d heard him, and that you felt the same way too but you decided to let him tell you I his own time, you didn’t want to scare him away. Dean had a tendency to push people away if things got too real too fast and you were determined to not let that happen.

“He guys I think there’s a case down in Missouri are you guys feeling up to it?” Sam asked looking up from his computer.

“Ya sounds good I’ll just go pack a bag” you answered smiling. Dean and Sam still weren’t past the point of having a bag packed at all times but you liked the feeling of being settled in and having to pack a bag when you went places. Growing up in the system all you ever knew was living out of a duffle bag and well since college you had a tendency to nest wherever you were. Dean was more likely to get comfortable somewhere than Sam, but they still hadn’t gotten to point of ever completely unpacking.

You and the boys drove to a small town in Missouri to check out the case. After talking to witnesses and the police station it looked like you were dealing with a werewolf. You and the boys changed out of your FBI attire and made your way to where you’d figured the werewolf was set up.

“I’ll go around back and check things out while you guys go look inside” you said. Dean gave you a look, he didn’t like it when you split off by yourself but he had stopped fighting you on it . As you made your way around back with your silver bullet gun. You heard a twig snap and as you spun around to aim your gun you felt claws at your middle. You looked down and saw red and before you knew what was happening you heard gun shots and yelling but you were on the ground. Everything seemed hazy and you couldn’t make out the voices that were speaking to you…


















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Chloe Beale’s Pitchmas Santa

Oh, hey! So, this is what I wrote for the Merry Pitchmas Gift Exchange 2015, as a present to @efka-m.
Hope you enjoy it, dark and mysterious friend (=
(And of course, I included a little shoutout to @redlance, because she is awesome and I wanted to thank her for the Pitchmas Santa.)
And you can read it on AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/5532053

Chloe Beale’s Pitchmas Santa

Beca had never been too big on Christmas. Well, OK, never might be an exaggeration. She did vaguely remember some sort of excitement and anticipation during her childhood years.

However, way too early, the yelling and fighting had started, and Christmas had gone from games and hugs to tears and anger. Soon, the Holidays had started tasting a lot like loneliness and absence.

 Eventually, her mother had gotten better and able to see the end of each year as a moment for celebration again, but by the time she did, Beca had already gotten over all the fuss. She found all the commotion pointless and stressful, so all she and her mother really did was exchange gifts between the two of them. She would let her mother put up a Christmas tree without giving her attitude, but “it looks OK” was all the compliment she would give.

And it wasn’t because she wanted to upset her Mom – the two of them actually got along fine. Beca supposed she just wasn’t a Christmas kind of girl anymore. Indeed, with each passing year, she would become more sarcastic, see the Hollidays as sillier and sillier, and distant herself from them.

That is, until Barden. Until she found herself among a bunch of a capella nerds, among people who actually wanted to be with her. Like, all the time. Way more than she was comfortable with.

Well, don’t get her wrong. She was happy that people genuinely enjoyed her company and wanted her around, even if she would never say so. She just wasn’t thrilled that a bunch of crazy girls could never really get the meaning of personal space, and would drag her to a ridiculous amount of crazy parties and events, and never understand that she wanted to be left alone in her room to work in her mixes, even when she explicitly said “get the fuck out of here or I will punch you in the face”.

Clueless, all of them.

And, obviously, each of those annoying nerds was a big Holiday’s fan. Amy would yell about all these crazy Tasmanian traditions that just had to be a lie (or Beca would be seriously frightened to ever go there), Stacie would plant an insane amount of mistletoes everywhere, because “the second best thing in the world is kissing. The first, and it may come as a surprise to you that I think that, is sex”, Jesse would prepare endless suffering hours of themed movies for them all to watch together, and Benji would incorporate Holiday props in his magic tricks.

Cynthia-Rose would normally be responsible for the Christmas playlist, Flo would decorate the entire house and make it look sickeningly cute, Aubrey would get crazier and more control-freaky than usual (which was completely scary), Jessica and Ashley would cook traditional foods, and Lily would only use the fireplace to enter and leave the house throughout the entire December (honestly, how did Beca get associated with these insane people? Sometimes, she still thought this was some kind of elaborate, tremendously long nightmare). And Emily, the new addition, was extremely excited about the Holidays, too – as she was about everything else, really.

And then… and then, there was Chloe. If people were told to think about the opposite of the Grinch, they would probably think about Santa, or Rudolph, or an Elf, or something. And they would all be wrong.  The true anti-Grinch was one Chloe Beale, blue eyes shining even bluer during December (and honestly, how was that even possible?).

Chloe would join in all the activities previously mentioned. She would bake gingerbread with Jessica and Ashley, make ridiculously strong eggnog with Amy, help in Cynthia’s and Jesse’s selections. She would also make the girls go caroling around campus (and Beca had no idea how the red-haired convinced her to do all those things she had sworn she would never do, but if it might have anything to do with the hopeful eyes and megawatt smile flashing her way, well, she would never admit it). She would wake up singing Christmas songs, and no one could really be mad at that angelic voice (again, not that Beca thought about that in those sappy, lame terms), even if it was early in the morning.

And Chloe would knit sweaters for each of them – and in her second Barden Christmas, not yet knowing how completely crazy Chloe was, Beca had suspected all those knitting hours had had something to do with why the ginger had failed Russian Literature. She was, basically, the Christmas spirit incarnated, and for some reason, she always made sure Beca was with her for every singular silly tradition.

And the worst tradition, Beca thought, was the secret santa thing. Which, of course, they called Pitchmas Santa, because they were all huge nerds. And yeah, she could admit that getting presents was nice, but the part that really drove her nuts was giving gifts.

Beca wasn’t exactly the most sensitive person in the world, so she had a hard time choosing something that she believed would make someone else happy. Luckily, she had had it pretty easy so far. First Christmas celebrating together, she had gotten Stacie, and bought her some weird sex toys, for which the tall brunette was incredibly grateful and sincerely touched that Beca had picked on her interest in bedroom (“well, not restricted to the bedroom, really”) activities. Like Beca said, clueless, all of them.

Second Holiday in Barden, Beca had pulled Aubrey’s name (yeah, she still went back each year to celebrate with them) out of the Santa hat (because Chloe would not have it any other way). And against all odds, Beca had actually made Aubrey really happy, too.

If it were anyone else (with the obvious exception of dork Chloe Beale), giving them a huge, boring-looking collection of a capella rules, competition records and old pictures would seem like a joke.

But, of course, not Aubrey. The blonde had hugged Beca for several minutes and said, “there really might be hope for you yet”, which had seriously freaked the brunette out. And in order to receive permission to leave Barden again, Aubrey had had to promise Chloe she would lend her the book.

Third year around had also been considerably simple. Having gotten Amy, Beca just saved herself the trouble of thinking too hard and got the Australian an obnoxious amount of booze. It did the trick. Amy even said much more than she should have, pointing out how all the alcohol would definitely make her and Bumper more creative, something Beca really, really didn’t want to know.

This year, however, that was supposed to be the last one and free her from having to fulfill the thoughtful duty of a present giver, she just had to have the worst luck possible. She just had to pull out of the hat the name of the worst possible person to gift: Chloe Beale.

It wasn’t that Chloe would ever complain or dislike a present. In fact, just the concept of someone being thoughtful enough to give her a gift would make Chloe Beale beam. Girl was all made for feelings and cuteness like that.

No, the problems were others.

First, there was the matter that Beca had already given Chloe stuff throughout the years, so it would be hard to be original. For some reason, the red-headed was the person she more frequently thought of, so it wasn’t exactly rare for the DJ to see a little plushy toy, think Chloe would like it and get it for her, or see the ginger’s favorite candy bay when buying coffee and take it to her. And the mixes, well, Chloe was about the only person who had gotten more than one dedicated just for her. So see, Beca was in a struggle for creativity here.

The second issue was that Chloe was the most amazing gift giver ever. She was insanely considerate and would notice things in people that barely anyone else did. Like back when the Bellas did not know Stacie was a fricking genius, and Chloe arranged her a visit to Space Center Houston, because of course she had known. Beca had kind of felt ashamed of the sex toys thing, but hey, Stacie claimed to have loved them both equally. She was complex and amazing like that.

And when it came to giving Beca presents, Chloe was no worse.  She had given the brunette amazing (and expensive) headphones and one of those neck pillows that Beca had declared ridiculous and unnecessary. “Oh my God, Beca, just stop being so difficult and try it,” the red-headed had pleaded, exasperated. The DJ had ended up accepting to do so, just to show how right she was – but boy, had she been wrong. Their next bus trip was incredibly more comfortable, and Chloe had obviously bought her a headphone-themed pillow, in which you could plug earphones and rock on. She wondered if it was possible that Chloe had noticed how severe her neck and back actually were – she tried to conceal it -, but really, she should have known better. Chloe always knew.

And then, of course, there was the V.I.P ticket to the David Guetta thing, the arrangement for Beca to be a DJ in a small local club on the night of her birthday (really, how could this girl charm everyone and get them to do what she wanted?), and the summer rescuing.

Ok, that hadn’t been exactly a gift, but it was the best thing anyone could have done for her at the time. Even though Beca had improved her relationship with her father a lot, she still wasn’t thrilled about spending two weeks with the step-mons – sorry, Sheilla’s family. The brunette knew just how uncomfortable she would have ended up feeling, so she was extremely grateful when Chloe talked to Dr. Mitchell and asked if Beca could spend those weeks with her family in the beach instead (again, Chloe knew). Of course, the request of a golden Literature student had been heard, so Beca spent a good part of her summer swimming by the day and going to clubs by night. It was one of the best vacations she had ever had. The place was beautiful, Chloe’s family was incredibly nice and funny (which was refreshing), and Chloe’s company was… well, Beca Mitchell didn’t really do feelings, but she hoped the awkward “thanks” she said when the Beales had dropped her off told Chloe just how much she had loved that summer.

Yeah, basically, Beca had no idea what she could do that would get even close-ish to what Chloe truly deserved.

Still, she tried. That’s why she, one afternoon, found herself staring at three wide-eyed, incredulous girls.

“You… what?”

“You want to… what?”

“Who are you and what did you do to Beca Effin’ Mitchell? ‘Cause besides being a short stack, you’re nothing like her.”

“Cut it out, Amy. I am Beca, so what you’re saying doesn’t even make sense,” the DJ complained, pushing away the hand that had been aiming at her forehead.

You’re not making sense, you want to cook!”

“Well, yeah, that’s perfectly normal, OK? Like, it totally happens. Sometimes.”

“Uh, sorry, Beca, but it never happens,” Ashley cut off, looking a little shy.

“Yeah. We’ve been living together for three years and the only kitchen activity I ever saw you engaged in was attempt cookie stealing,” Jessica added, raising an eyebrow.

“OK, so I’m not really a cook, so what? People can feel like learning new things,” Beca said, a little defensive.

“Why now?” Amy asked, squinting her eyes at the DJ.

“It’s… for a friend.”

“Friend like Amy-friend, best friend in the world, or friend like lesbi-friend Chloe?”

“I’d never give someone baked stuff as a ‘let’s be friends’ gift, Amy. Too much trouble and new people weird me out,” Beca answered, rolling her eyes, because she really thought they would know it by now.

“That’s not… you know what, never mind. You Americans tend to have a thick skull. It’s the lack of the Tasmanian sun, if you ask me. Also deprives you of all of our hotness, so I’m deeply sorry for you.”

Knowing replying would be pointless, Beca decided that getting to the point was really all she wanted, “So, are you two helping me or not?”

“We’re three, Beca,” Ashley answered, frowning a little.

“Oh, Amy is just here to eat the dough.”

“She’s not wrong,” the blonde answered, shrugging.

When Chloe got home, she was startled by squeals coming from the kitchen. By the time she entered said room, she was utterly confused, because Beca Mitchell was near the stove.

“Ok, what exactly is happening here?” The ginger asked, unable to contain a big smile.

“Beca is… uh… cooking, if you want to call it that.”

“Beca is what!?” And all the DJ had to grimace at how sharp the sound was.

“Will you all just quit acting so surprised? It’s like, whatever.”

“It’s not whatever, Beca, this is a beautiful bonding occasion! I want to help!”

Chloe, not surprisingly, looked extremely bubbly and excited. Beca rolled her eyes, but the smirk she couldn’t really hide might have ruined the “I’m supper annoyed” act.

“Oh, thank God you’re here. She tried to heat up plastic, Chloe!” Jessica whined, hugging her captain.

“You said it would be our secret! And it didn’t look like plastic, ok? It looked like… stuff you put in the fire.”

“Don’t let Stacie hear you not knowing your materials and their properties,” Chloe snorted, gently squeezing Jessica’s arms before getting close to the oven.

“Beca, do you remember Fried Green Tomatoes?” Chloe asked, a few minutes later.

“Uh?” A really concentrated DJ inquired in return.

“You don’t? Jesse brought it over for Bellas-Treble movie night once.”

“Yeah, one more I must’ve slept through, what’s new?” And Beca was actually proud of that, smirking smugly as she answered.

“That’s a shame, then. I just might have to remind you of one the scenes, see if it helps bring back memories of the movie.”

“Chlo, what on Earth are you… what the fuck, Beale!?” Beca squealed loudly, because really close to her was the red-headed, laughing hysterically as she spread chocolate on Beca’s nose with a wooden spoon.

“Do you remember it now, Beca?”

“Is this the one that ends with the murder of a ginger? Because yeah, let’s reenact that!”

Soon enough, they were all in a messy, loud food fight. The Bellas that arrived just joined them, not even batting an eye lash, which just proved to Beca how crazy her life actually was. And when food started coming from the fireplace, they saw Lily and the DJ just had a frightening feeling that the girl had actually been in there for the whole “Beca Mitchel wants to cook episode”, as it would become known.

And then, ok, cooking was down – but she knew it was not enough. But that was fine, because Beca had a plan – hopefully.

“OK, so… what exactly are we doing here?” Stacie asked, lifting her eyes from her nail filing. She and Benji were sitting side by side, having suddenly been summoned by Beca.

“I needed the two biggest nerds I knew. Like, fucking smart nerds, not dorks, because that would be literally everyone I know here,” the DJ declared, sighing.

“Well captain Mitchell, you made the best choice possible,” the tall brunette said, smirking at her two friends. Beca answered with a smirk of her own, while Benji looked extremely proud and totally embarrassed.

“OK, so say someone wants a good book. What do they read?”

“Harry Potter,” said Stacie, without missing a beat.

“I’d go with The Dark Tower. It’s fantastic,” Benji replied with a sweet smile.

“Uh, ok. Noted. But I’m looking for something a little bit more… classic?”

“Why?” Stacie frowned.

“Uh, no reason.”

“You’ve been doing a lot of experimentation lately, Mitchell.”


“Cooking, looking for classics,,, what’s going on?”

“Just want to try new things, is all.”

“Oh, do you want to try magic? I could show you a lot of fun stuff I’ve been learning recently!” And when he looked excited like that, Beca could really see why Benji and Emily hit it off so well. She hoped that whatever was going on between the two of them would go well.

“Thanks, Benji. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Oh, are we pitching ideas? ‘Cause you know, I could give you really good advice for stamina in b…”

“Ok, Stacie, no. Just no.”

The tall brunette pouted, “you’re ever only nice to Benji and Chloe. I shouldn’t help you.”

“Come on, Stace, you know I love you.”

“You what?” The smile on her face was so conceited that Beca had to roll her eyes,

“Nope, I’m not saying it again. Now, focus. Classics, guys. I need them.”

“I’m more of a sci-fi and fantasy guy. Sorry, Beca.”

“Yeah, I’m not so sure I can really help you, either.”

“What? You’re my nerds! You can’t fail me here!”

“You’re looking for the wrong kind of nerd, baby girl. We’re more of calculus geniuses. By the way, Benji, how is Professor Danes’s class going?”

“Oh, I’m doing ok. Those exercises you sent really helped. Actually, I wanted to show you this project I was thinking of developing…”

“No! You two lose focus very quickly, Jesus. And I share a room with Amy. You guys have to help me!”

“Wow, someone is whiny today. OK, Beca, what you want is a book genius. Have you talked to Chloe or Flo?”

“Flo?” The DJ asked, purposely avoiding the suggestion of her ginger best friend.

“You really don’t know what which of us study, huh? Even now.”

“Chloe majors in Education and minors in Literature and Music,” Beca answered automatically.

“Of course you would know hers,” Stacie sighed. “Anyway, Flo majors in International Relations and minors in Spanish Literature. Girl knows a lot about History, Philosophy, etc, etc. I mean, not that I don’t - I’m far from dumb, but mama Flo is a pro.”

“Wow,” Beca replied, a little taken aback.

“You’re damn right, wow. So, my suggestion is we call her and Chloe.”

“Can we call someone else instead of Chloe?”

“Oh, we can. Someone who knows a lot about Philosophy, too. Someone who reads a lot. You’re gonna love it.”

But the smirk Stacie had on told Beca otherwise.

In only a few seconds, they were on speakers with Flo and…


“Beca? You’re calling me? Now, that’s a surprise.”

“I’m not! Stacie is!”

And she sounded so childish that Benji couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Do I hear a Treble?”

How did she get that from just one laugh? Beca had to give it to her: she was insane, but she was good.

“Oh, hi, Aubrey. It’s Benji,” and even through the phone, he blushed, feeling intimidated by the once Bellas’ captain.

“Hey, Benji. You’re decent, actually, so I can tolerate you.”

“Thanks,” he smiled brightly. Kid really had a good heart, God bless him.

“Oh, of course, call Flo and ignore her, she has nothing better to do anyway,” came an annoyed voice through Beca’s phone.

“Right. Sorry, Flo. So, uh, I kinda wanted to… ask you two for book recommendations…”

“Hum, it got interesting! What kind of book, captain?”


“Very good, Mitchell, not vague at all.”

“Come on, Aubrey, go easy on her. She’s trying to do something nice.”

And Beca thought something about Stacie’s tone had sounded a little… suggestive. Before she could ask, though, Aubrey let out a little “oh”.

“Ok, Mitchell. How about English literature?”

“Uh… no.”

“Spanish?” Flo piped in.

“Yeah… no.”


That went on for a while, and Stacie’s face kind of suggested she was in on a joke that Beca couldn’t, for the love of her, get. Finally, though, Aubrey said what she had been waiting long enough to hear, “Hm, it’s getting difficult… how about… Russian?”

“Well, you know what? Russian actually sounds nice. ‘Cause, you know, I’ve never read it before. So, yeah. Could be a good try.” And Beca mentally patted herself on the back for sounding so casual.

“Right. Why didn’t you ask Chloe?” Flo inquired, and the DJ thought she could hear a smile in her voice.

“I, uh, I was going to, but you know, she’s been busy with worlds, so I didn’t wanna like, distract her, or whatever.”

“What do you think of War and Peace, Aubrey?”

“Oh, such a classic! Crime and Punishment is incredible, too. Although…”

“Although what?”

“Although I feel I should mention Chloe’s favorite. Is that ok, Beca?”

“Yeah, sure, if you want to.”

Again, she thought she did a good job on sounding nonchalant.

“Anna Karenina. You know, it’s one of her true loves. That book certainly means a lot to Chloe.”

“Yeah, she has talked to me about it before.”

“Well, girls, you know what? I think three suggestions are enough. It’s gonna take me a while to read them all, anyway.”

And when Beca thanked them and they said their goodbyes, she was sure the girls were smirking at her. She was afraid, for a moment, that they had figured out whose name she had gotten out of the hat. However, Benji looked as lost as she did, so she got to the conclusion that her friends were only being their weird selves, which was nothing unusual, really.

It took some effort (ok, like, a lot of effort), but Beca managed to find a signed, beautiful, old edition of Anna Karenina, and she really hoped it would make Chloe smile. The girl did have a great smile, after all.

Thing was, she didn’t know when to stop. When was the gift good enough for Chloe? She kind of had the impression it might never be, and somehow she kept having these ideas to improve it. It was nice, because sometimes she would second guess herself and think that Chloe might be disappointed. Other times, though, she felt that red-haired would be very happy, and picturing her reaction, her smile and sweet words kind of made Beca feel weird. She thought it was a good weird, though.

And now, here she was, having been lead by one more of those ideas. The DJ was drinking coffee with Jesse on the campus café, and still had a good hour before Bellas’ rehearsal.

“Are you asking me for a movie suggestion? Beca Mitchell, is this really you?”

And really, the smirk on his face was unbearable.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Beca sighed, running her head through her hair.

“Ah, yeah, Benji told me about your sudden interest in classical literature. Are you listening to classical music too, Ms. Mitchell?”

“Shut it, you jerk. I’ve always liked classical music.”

Jesse laughed, “Yeah, I know, just wanted to make you embarrassed.”

“I am not embarrassed! Classical music is great.”

“And yet, you gave Aubrey crap for keeping it traditional,” he exaggerated a sigh.

“One, it’s not the same classic. Two, that’s a whole different story and you know it. Three, you’re an asshole, so I don’t feel like you deserve my energy and, therefore, I’m not going to get into that. Now, will you help me with the movie thing or not?”

“Of course, Becaw, even though you’re a tiny, rude meanie. I’m your official moviecator, come on.”

Beca cringed, “I have forbidden you, multiple times, of calling yourself that.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, you love me, I’m your best friend. Ok, Christmas movies?”

“Yeah, but it can’t be the ones we have already watched the other years, even though I still think they are all the same,” when she saw Jesse’s scandalized face, she hurried to continue before he could interrupt and start a lecture, “but it also has to be good.”

“Oh, that’s a challenge. I mean, we saw a lot of the amazing ones. Yes, Beca, they were amazing,” the Treble glared at her when she snorted. “But hey, seriously, can’t you tell me why you’re suddenly into literature and Christmas movies? It might make it easier for me to suggest you something.”

Beca hesitated for a moment, but she figured that maybe it would be ok to tell Jesse. For starters, it was a Bellas-only secret santa, so she wouldn’t really be spoiling anything. Second, he was one of her best friends, even though he was a pain in the ass most of the time. And third, Beca really needed an opinion to know how well Operation Chloe was going. And yes, she had named it, but only because the red-haired had dragged her into a Once Upon a Time marathon and that kid’s obsession with naming projects had kind of rubbed on her. Shit. Apparently, dorkiness was contagious.

“I’m Chloe’s secret santa,” she decided to confess.

“Pitchmas Santa, you mean.”

“I’m not calling it that.”

“She’ll make you call it that when you guys are giving the gifts,” Jesse shrugged.

And Beca couldn’t reply, because saying “I won’t” would be a lie and they both knew it, and saying “ok, but she can” sounded ridiculous even in her head.

“But ok, let me focus. Chloe… well, Chloe likes movies almost as much as I do, and she absolutely loves Christmas movies. She must have seen most of them, so to be creative… oh. Oh.”

His smile was too satisfied, and Beca really, really thought she wouldn’t like what it meant.

When she saw a trailer that could only be described as what the fuck!?, she was proven right.

“No. No, no, no. That looks like it is worse than most of the movies we have watched, and that’s saying something.”

“Becaw, come one! Krampus would make you guys laugh, I’m sure, and it’s also horror, which is perfect for a d…,” and he had a small cough fit after that, “a day. In the movies. With your best friend.”

“No. This is a bad idea, even for you.”

“Yeah? Let’s check it with who really matters, then.”

And before she could ask what he meant, Jesse was waving and calling a recently-arrived Chloe to their table.

“Oh, hey you guys!” She greeted, smiling brightly at them. “What are you up to?”

“I was just telling Beca what a piece of art I think Krampus must be.”

“Oh I know, right? I really wanna see it!”

And when Beca’s mouth opened in disbelief, Jesse’s smirk only grew.

“I think I might be scared to go alone, though. I’ll need to recruit the Bellas. You’ll cuddle me if it gets too spooky, right, Beca?” And when Chloe winked at her, Beca got more of that weird feeling she had been getting lately, so all she could do was nod weakly.

“Great! Anyways, I’ll get going, guys, I want to get everything ready for the rehearsal. Please, don’t be late, Becs.” With a wave to Jesse and a kiss to Beca’s cheek, she was gone. Still feeling dumbfounded, it took the DJ a few seconds to be able to absorb Jesses’s words and glare at him when he said “Should we book two tickets for the amazing Bellas’ captains, then?”

(And of course, they did book them, because Chloe had said she wanted to go, so Beca didn’t have much of a choice. She had to congratulate herself on how much she was trying, and all for this secret santa thing.)

Ok, maybe she was exaggerating. But so far, she had the gingerbread, the book and the movie. And it was cool, actually really cool, so in her confident moments she was sure Chloe was going to love it.

But well, she now needed something that was her. Something that said Beca, that gave a part of herself to Chloe. Which, you know, made perfect sense, if you considered that the red-headed needed to guess who her Santa was. See? Everything the DJ was doing was perfectly logical.

Last part, then, was music. She called Emily and Cynthia-Rose to the studio where she had been doing her internship, after asking her boss to do her such favor. Emily was chosen because she and Beca had been collaborating on really nice things together, and Cynthia had a crazy knowledge about Christmas songs, in addition to her beautiful voice.

“Deejay B., this is some good idea you had. I just think the girls should be here too,” Cynthia-Rose declared, entering the booth recording.

“Don’t worry, CR. We’ll call them for the next sessions.”

“Damn right we are. We need our sisters.”

“Can I just say how excited I am? I love Christmas! And your voice is so amazing, Cynthia-Rose! And you, well, Beca, you’ll be like a total famous producer, very soon, so I’m really honored to be here, so thank you for calling me! Seriously! I’m going to do my best to honor your faith.”

“Woah, Legacy, chill. Breathe. It’s cool, ok? You’re very talented, so you don’t have to worry about it. CR, what song selection did you make?”

And the next hours were spent exchanging ideas about songs, recording and mixing their voices and sounds. Beca, of course, sang some parts too, and she decided to add some files of Chloe singing that she had in her laptop

She knew that the red-headed was definitely going to be all right with that. The biggest problem they had that first day in the studio was probably calming Emily down, because the youngest Bella would almost knock everything over when she got super excited during a passage in which they had sounded particularly good together.

By the end of day one, Beca asked the two girls to keep their recording sessions a secret.

“And why is that, Deejay B.?” CR asked, squinting her eyes at the brunette.

“Cause a surprise for the girl will be nice?” Beca tried, keeping her face serious.

“Hm, good thinking. Now it makes sense that they are not here. You know, Chloe will be particularly proud.”

“I hope so,” Beca let escape, and the knowing smile Cynthia-Rose gave her kind of got the DJ by surprise.

“You two are seriously the best, Beca,” Emily declared, smiling dreamily at the brunette. “One day, I hope Benji and I…”

“Ok, Legacy, that’s wonderful, girl! Come here, what can you tell me about that new song you were writing?”

“But I wasn’t,” and before she could continue, Cynthia-Rose interrupted the tall brunette again,

“Come on, don’t be shy, girl. Don’t be shy, don’t be modest. Let’s leave Deejay B. setting things up here and talk outside.”

And while the two exited, Emily looking confused and Cynthia-Rose sporting a very freaky and very fake smile, Beca couldn’t help thinking that her gang of weirdos had been acting even stranger those past few weeks.

Nonetheless, even with all the weirdness, by next Tuesday, she had some very good Christmas mixes, and even an original song, and she finally thought Operation Chloe might be complete. Oh well, she would find out for sure soon enough.

When Pitchmas Santa night arrived, Beca was back to feeling a little nervous. And yeah, she did think she had put together a good present, but it was Chloe. It had to be perfect, because perfect was what Chloe deserved.

All of the Bellas – including honorary Bella Aubrey – were gathered in the living room, telling stories, laughing, eating and drinking. They opted for lighting the fireplace, so Lily couldn’t sit there, like she had wanted to. Beca thought she heard the Asian say something like “I’ve lived inside the fire before”, but she just shrugged it off as her never understanding the murmurs of the other girl. Emily, however, had looked very shocked and made sure to stay away from the fireplace for the rest of the night.

When they started opening the presents, the nervous feeling Beca had in her stomach increased. She laughed and shouted with the girls when Jessica was Ashley’s Santa for the fourth year in a row, saying that “Dude, ok, this can’t be real, you two are some dirty little cheaters”, but the uneasy feeling was ever-there.

She didn’t know why she felt that way. It was only Chloe. Chloe, who had given her a thousand presents during those four years. Chloe, who she’d given gifts to on multiple occasions as well. It just made no sense to suddenly feel that nervous around the person with whom she was always the most comfortable with in the world.  However, it was there, and the way the red-headed would smile so sweetly at her each time they caught each other’s eyes was doing nothing to help it. And wow, did her eyes look blue that night. Beca felt enchanted. She also felt, however, that those other weird girls she called friends were smirking at her all night. Seriously, what the fuck was going on?

When Chloe was revealed as Emily’s Secret Santa, having prepared her an extensive collection of Bella’s goods that included things like the lucky bracelet she had worn on her first performance and the set list of every Bella performance ever, Beca knew the time was close. While Emily was caught between crying, smiling, hugging Chloe and thanking her profusely, the captain took deep breaths, trying to steady herself.

A few minutes later, Chloe was by the coffee table, picking the package that had her name on it.

She squealed when she saw the gingerbread Bellas, a replica of each one of them. They were a little messy if you asked Beca, but hey, she had done her best, and they were recognizable, as Chloe was excitedly pointing at the gingerbread and then at the person it was, screaming excitedly. The DJ noticed how the ginger was avoiding her gaze, and sighed. Chloe had already figured out who her Santa was, because Chloe always knew.

When the girl got the rare, signed Anna Karenina edition, her eyes filled with tears. She ran her fingers lovingly through the cover, opening the book with eased practice into her favorite passages. She hugged it to her chest, and her smile was a surprised, grateful, tender one. It was beautiful, and it was even better than what Beca had been wishing for. She could feel she was smiling too, because Chloe was smiling, and for once, she did not care.

When the red-headed got to the movie tickets, she finally gazed at the DJ. She was looking at her with such tenderness and affection that Beca’s breath caught in her throat.

“There are two,” Chloe declared, simply.

“Yeah,” Beca answered, and it came out hoarsely because of her dry throat.

“So you’re going with me,” and Chloe’s smile got even sweeter.

“You’re not… you’re not supposed to guess yet. There’s more,” the DJ swallowed, hard.

Chloe, however, went on, “You hate movies.”

“Well, yeah, but you like them. And I like your company. So I figured it couldn’t hurt and you said you were afraid of going alone,” she explained, scratching her forehead. When Chloe just kept looking at her with tear-filled eyes, it became too much for Beca, “Uh, there’s one more, Chloe. And it’s not big or special or anything, but…”

“It’s your music. It’s my favorite, Beca. It’s always my favorite,” her fellow captain said, alternating her gaze between the CD and Beca.

The brunette could feel how charged the air around her was. She was aware that there were other people in the room, but that just added to the heavy atmosphere. She could swear that during her four years at Barden and three years living with them at the same house, there had never been a moment of silence like that. There were no weird declarations from Amy or excited squeals from Emily. Aubrey was not barking orders and Stacie was not talking about sex. Everything just stood still.

And then, Chloe’s hands grabbed hers, pulling Beca to her feet. They stood close, and they eyes never left each other’s. Beca didn’t know what was happening, what it meant that they stood for minutes just looking at one another while her heart beat madly in her chest.

And even though she could not explain what was happening right there, when a cloud of uncertainty glazed Chloe’s bright blue eyes, the red-headed murmured a timid “thank you” and dropped her gaze, Beca felt that something precious was escaping through her fingers.

Before she could stop it, before she could apologize to Chloe for whatever it was that she had done wrong, Stacie was speaking.

“Oh Beca, I forgot to say, but the package with your name is outside. I thought of bringing it inside, but meh, too much trouble.”

And Beca wanted to protest and say it didn’t really matter right now, but the brunette kept insisting that she went. Taking her hand from Chloe’s kind of physically hurt, and Beca was lost the minute she let go of the ginger. She was not sure how, but the DJ managed to make it outside, feeling numb and hopeless.

“You should go help her look, because oh my Goddess, is that girl dense,” Stacie sighed, talking to Chloe.

“I don’t know if that’s really a good idea right now. I mean, I almost… I almost…”


At Aubrey’s voice, the ginger looked up. She always listened to her best friend, after all.

“Go there. Just now, it meant exactly what you thought it meant.”

“But what if…”

“Chloe, when have you ever seen Beca baking for someone?” Jessica asked, looking pointedly at her captain.

“She gave me booze. I mean, I love it, but I bet the girl can’t tell me a single Australian song, let alone a piece of literature.” Amy added, making a face.

“She asked Aubrey for advice, Chloe,” Stacie piped in, while Aubrey smiled smugly.

“One more sweet victory in my life.”

“Girl, it has to be the first time in her life that she is willingly going to a movie theater. She sure as hell wouldn’t do it for me, I’m telling you,” Cynthia-Rose shrugged, her expression impressed.

“I kinda thought you guys were already a couple and so I’m really confused right now?” Every one of the girls in the living room turned their heads to look at Emily.

“Well, Legacy, if you’re the aca-child, we sure know which aca-mom’s wit you’ve inherited. I’m sorry for you, child,” Amy patted her on the back, and Emily had a vague sense that she should be offended.

Finally, Chloe smiled at them and nodded confidently to herself.

“Right. You’re right. It meant exactly what I thought it meant.”

And while she inhaled deeply and readied herself, they heard a shout from the porch.

“There’s nothing here, Stacie! This isn’t funny!”

“Go, Chloe, go!”

In a few hurried steps, the red-headed was next to Beca. Before either of them could say something, though, the Bellas had gotten to the window and Stacie was piping in again.

“Oh, captain, you’re looking at the wrong place.”

“What the fuck, Stace? You told me to come outside.”

“Yes, but you’re looking on the floor. You should look up, you know.”

And as Beca turned her head upwards, she saw it. Her name, scratched on a mistletoe. And as she looked down again, there was Chloe, right in front of her, underneath the mistletoe too.

The DJ gulped, because she had no idea what to do. Well, she knew what stupid traditions said they should do now, but realizing that maybe she wanted (like, really wanted) to do it it scared her senseless.

As if things weren’t hard enough already, her Chloe mix CD started playing (damn you, Cynthia-Rose). And when Chloe heard her own voice, she gasped.


“I had some old Christmas files saved.”

Chloe nodded, and then they were silent again. Beca couldn’t stand it for long, though.

“We don’t have to…”, and not knowing how to say it, she awkwardly pointed upwards.

Chloe, however, stepped closer. Ready for a heavy moment, Beca was really caught off guard when Chloe smiled brightly and sang to the recorded sound of her own voice.

All I want for Christmas is you.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no. That’s the dorkiest thing you could do right now, and I won’t take it. You stop it right now, Beale.”

Chloe laughed happily. When it subsided to a sweet smile, she took Beca’s hands in hers again.

“I want to, Beca. I’ve wanted to for years. And I think you want it too, but I prefer hearing it from you, so I know that kissing you is ok. Because, again, I really want to kiss you, Beca Mitchell.”

Beca shuddered. Both because Chloe fucking Beale was talking about kissing her, and because the tenderness with which the red-headed was looking at her and touching her was unbearable. She was reminded of lyrics she loved, “have you ever been touched so gently, you had to cry”, and then it hit her. She knew the perfect words. They were not hers, but Chloe had to know what they would mean.

“Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?”

And when Chloe gasped and her eyes widened in surprise, Beca gulped nervously and continued.

“Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand.”

There she was, bare. She hardly had time to second-guess herself and stare nervously at Chloe’s eyes, begging her to understand, because in a few seconds, the red-headed’s lips were on hers. Of course she knew. Chloe always knew.

When they finally broke apart, they ignored the hollers coming from the windows behind them. Breathless, Chloe touched her forehead to Beca’s, softly caressing her cheeks with her fingertips.

“You read it.”

“Well, it is your favorite book, or so I’ve been told.”

“You memorized parts of it.”

“It was your favorite book, Chlo. I didn’t know why I was paying so much attention or why I was even reading it. I’d never read a book just because I was going to give it to someone before. I didn’t know why I did it, but I do now.”

Chloe chuckled quietly.

“You’re really clueless, Beca Mitchell.”


Beca made a face, biting on her lip.

“What? What’s wrong, Beca?”

Sheepishly, the DJ opened her eyes and looked at cerulean eyes.

“Uh, in my head, sometimes… I would think of all of you crazy nerds… as clueless.”

This time, Chloe laughed more openly.

“Oh, no. You’re definitely the clueless one, Beca Mitchell.”

“Shut up, Chloe Beale.”

“Make me,” Chloe defied, arching an eyebrow at the shorter girl.


And when they kissed again, it was good. It was great, even, it was perfection. And if Beca thought something cringe-worthy like Chloe being her Christmas miracle, well, she would never say it. She had already found out she was more clueless than those idiots. She really, really couldn’t bear being the dorkiest one too.

Right now, though? Right now, all she was was Chloe’s, and Beca figured she could live with that.

Like, she kind of really, really wanted to live with that.

title: between the moments

fandom: Minecraft Diaries, Minecraft Mystreet

pairing(s): travlyn, ment. of aarmau & the dorks listing off who they find hot within the series

rating: T

a/n: bit of fluff, bit of sass!These two are fun to write, really, really fun to write. They’re like comfort food, in a way, heh; I shouldn’t indulge in it so much because it gets my hopes up but at the same time, it’s so fun and comforting and i wanna thank Jess for creating such wonderful darlings.

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How we met: Me and Aaron met one night that I was dancing at a Utah Jazz game and by some strange coincidence Aaron was an extra in a commercial promoting the Jazz. I was on the court practicing and noticed Aaron kept looking at me. On this specific game night we were doing a daddy daughter dance and my dad, being the protective guy he is, kept cracking jokes that if Aaron kept looking at me he would go over and have a nice chat with him. I told him not to worry about it because I thought Aaron was so good looking. When we were done with practice we headed back to the dressing room and I figured that would be the last I would see of Aaron since he never had a chance to talk to me and there was no way I could find him when the game finished. A few weeks later, Aaron followed me on Instagram (thank goodness for social media) and he looked familiar so I followed him back and he ended up getting my number and we went on our first date not too much later.

I had never been so nervous to go on a date as I was to go on my first date with Aaron. He had texted me before he picked me up and gave me a heads up to wear something warm so when he came to my front door the first thing I asked was if I looked okay and if I would be warm enough and before he could even introduce himself, the first thing out of his mouth was “You look beautiful.” in his cute australian/british accent. Our first date was a dream. He set up a croquet set at a park and we would say something about ourselves every time we hit the ball and went out to sushi when we were finished. I was still so nervous because he is literally perfect and I just wanted to make a good impression. We sat and ate and talked for a good two hours while I struggled to pick up the sushi with my chop sticks and ran to the bathroom to call my mom and tell her there was no way he would take me out again and that I wasn’t funny or witty enough. By some miracle he came to watch me in a game not to long after that and we went on our second date and things just took off from there.

My grandparents would always joke around the they “met in bed” because my grandma was a nurse and helped my grandpa while he was a patient at the hospital that she worked at (yeah I know, real life Grey’s Anatomy) and Aaron and I would always joke around that we had to one up them and, in a way, we kinda did. My grandparents might have met in a hospital bed, but me and Aaron fell in love in a hospital bed. Aaron loves to ride motorcycles so him going on a ride through the canyon with some buddies was a regular occurrence so I didn’t think much of it when he told me he was going out to ride bikes with a friend. Little did I know that Aaron was planning on surprising me at a movie premier I had been dying to go to but his plan didn’t work out and instead of being surprised to see him at a movie premier I was surprised to see him in the hospital. He had gotten in a motorcycle accident and completely destroyed his right hand. Like literally destroyed, it looked like he stuck it in a blender for a couple minutes. Through something so scary, I stayed with him at the hospital almost every day for 2 weeks and that’s when I kind of knew I wanted to marry him someday. One night, we were alone and he had just been waking up from sleeping all day and asked me to come cuddle because that was the only thing that made him feel better so we sat in bed and watched some TV for a while. Later that night he told me he loved me and now here we are a few months later engaged!


How he asked: Now for our proposal story. After Aaron’s accident we both knew we wanted to get married and started ring shopping and talking about dates and what we would want, but even though we had been talking about getting married for a while before we got engaged, I had NO IDEA what was going on when he proposed to me. I had been working for the Jazz at an appearance all day and hadn’t been home, meanwhile Aaron was at my house planning away and setting things up to propose to me that night. I got home and was exhausted so we napped for a few hours and when I woke up, he was all of the sudden in this huge rush to get up and start doing things so I got up and got ready for dinner. We went out to one of my favorite restaurants and drove to the Capitol (one of our favorite places) after. Just when we had gotten there, Aaron got so weird and was hiding his phone from me and was in such a rush to get home and couldn’t remember how to get home. So we sped home and he was silent the whole way there. Right as we were driving up the hill to my house he undid his seat belt like he was going to James Bond it out of the car at any second. When we pulled into my driveway there were candles all up the stairs and I could see lights and a movie screen and a teepee set up in my front yard. Me, being the oblivious blonde I can be sometimes, thought it was my 17 year old sister getting asked to homecoming and almost walked right past everything and tried to go inside. Luckily, Aaron insisted we go check it out. It was the most romantic set up I have ever seen.

There were flower petals and candles and lights everywhere with a teepee with sparkling cider and pillows and blankets inside and a movie screen set up. Aaron pressed play to the movie he had worked on for hours, came and sat by me in the teepee, and started shaking and tearing up.

That’s when I FINALLY had an idea that he might be proposing. The movie was so thoughtful, full of our favorite movie scenes, me singing our song, and pictures of all of our favorite moments together.

When the movie ended Aaron got down on one knee and said, “Makenna, I have waited for you my whole life. Will you marry me?” At this point, I was sobbing and said “I can’t even see the ring because I’m crying so hard.” and Aaron said, “Soooo is it yes or no?” and I clearly said yes.

After this, Jess came out with her camera and told me she got pictures of the whole thing and all my best friends and family came out of my house clapping and crying. It was so sweet of him to think of including my friends and family and having everyone be a part of such a big night.

I wish I could go back to this night every night. It was absolutely perfect. More than anything I could have ever asked for. I can’t believe we are getting married this month. We honestly could not be more excited.

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A/N So I was struck by inspiration at one am and I had to write this, but they are all human, I will be posting the next chapter of I Can’t Fight It very soon, as it’s half written.
Also a good song that I think portrays to Stefan here is ‘Out Of MY League.’ You can find it here

Stefan and Caroline had been best friends for as long as anyone could remember. 

It all happened one day when they were four and Caroline was riding her tricycle in front of the boarding house. She turned too sharply causing the bike to fall over and tears to run down her cheeks. Stefan, who had been reading in his treehouse, ran as soon as he heard the sound and ever since then they had been inseparable.

They were with each other through everything and they always supported each other. Stefan was at Caroline’s house every night when her mom worked late and she couldn’t help but smile when he walked through the door with her favorite snacks. Caroline held Stefan’s hand at his mother’s funeral and laid in bed with him as he finally cried.

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Imagine: Calum: Me & The School’s Favorite Bass Player

~ Requested by Anon ~

“Is this gonna be a thing? Us hanging out with the band dudes?” your friend, Stacy, asked  as you walked back to class. I hope, you thought to yourself. You just shrugged and looked over your shoulders, unintentionally locking eyes with Calum who was looking over his. You felt your cheeks flush and you looked away immediately.

“Oh my god, you guys like each other. It’s so obvious,” Stacy stated, quickly noticing the subtle exchange between you and Calum. “You and Calum Hood?” Stacy thought for a moment, creating a mental image of her best friend and the school’s favorite bass player. “I ship it,” she told you.

“So you don’t mind them hanging around?” you asked as the two of you entered into the classroom, taking your respective seats. Stacy shook her head, “Not at all! Ashton’s cute. When you and Calum get together, you think you can help me out?”

You chuckled, nodding. “Good, because I think they’re going to have lunch with us, too.”

All throughout your classes, you kept replaying moments you had with Calum over and over in your mind. The whiteboard in the center front of the class became like a large projector to which your mind played the movie of you and Calum. You thought about the time you caught him looking at you, smiling. Your eyes connected and suddenly it seemed the laughters coming from your friends subsided and everyone around you disappeared. It was just you and him. You thought about the time Calum slipped a good morning note inside your locker then him showing up exactly at the end of class so the two of you could walk to the cafeteria together. You were sent flying when your hands brushed against one another.

You looked forward to lunch. You felt the butterflies in your stomach as the clock ticked closer and closer. Finally, the bell rang. You and Stacy gathered your things and headed out the door. You couldn’t help but hope to see Calum standing outside of your classroom, with his back leaned against the wall and his arms folded across his chest — the same way you saw him last time. But he wasn’t there.

Instead, him and his three friends had already made themselves comfortable at your hang out spot. After the first week of school, each group claims a spot. It may not have a name tag but everyone knows who it belongs to. “Hey your boyfriend and his friends are at our spot,” your other friend, Jess, teased, nudging you playfully in the rib. Calum had caught sight of you, shooting you a smile. You smiled down at the ground, fighting the urge to burst into an excited fit of giggles.

“Luke move,” Michael ordered, “Let Cal sit next to his girlfriend.” You heard Calum scoff at his friend.

“Oh no, you don’t have to,” you tried to say but Luke had already moved to the other side.

“Hey,” Calum said in a low voice, only loud enough for you to hear, as you took a seat beside him.

“Hey,” you smiled back.

“So are you going to start coming to our band practices?” Luke asked.

Your furrowed your brows, shifting glances from Luke to Calum. “Um, I mean, if you guys want me to,” you said unsurely. “I won’t want to intrude.”

“No, you wouldn’t be. I mean, you’re his — oh!” Luke stopped himself the minute he caught Calum’s glare, “Calum hasn’t asked you?”

“Ask me what?” you looked at Calum.

Calum glared at the blonde haired boy who shrunk lowing into his seat, slightly afraid of Calum. “Not yet, you idiot,” Calum hissed at Luke.

“Dude just tell her!” Ashton urged.

“Do it! Do it!” Michael egged him on.

Calum shook his head in annoyance. “I’m not going to fucking ask her out in public, you morons,” he spat, soon realizing what he had said.

You caught his words. “You were going to ask me out?” you smiled.

Calum sighed, slightly embarrassed. He nodded shyly, chuckling to himself. His cheeks had flushed a soft shade of pink and Calum’s eyes were on the ground. He was a mixture of emotions. He was irritated by his friends but excited to finally be given the chance to ask you what he’s wanted to for a while. But most of all, he was nervous. Scared, even

“I think we should go,” Michael suggested, “Give these love birds some private time.”

“I agree,” Stacy said.

Everyone grabbed their things and moved towards a different table. They may had been father but you and Calum both felt all eyes were on you.

“I have a confession to make,” Calum spoke quickly. You nodded. “I like you,” he said. You giggled softly and leaned in closer. “Is that so?” you asked teasingly.

Calum let out a light scoff and rolled his eyes. “Yes,” he said, “it is so.”

“Well guess what?”

“What?” he asked.

You leaned in closer, your faces only inches apart. “I like you too,” you whispered.

The Reason

NOTE: Whoa guys, who knew I had a lot of freaking bechloe fics in my notes? Some are finished but most are not, I found this one lying around and waiting for me to finish it and guess what I did! Tell me all your opinions even though I’m not the best writer in the fandom. Whoooooo!!

After 3 years of spending college in Barden, Beca and the other Bellas are now seniors. If you’re asking, Chloe’s feelings are still persistent and going on and that’s probably why she intentionally failed her Russian Lit just to stay with the Bellas. With Fat Amy’s way of teasing of the two, the Bellas are already giving hints that Chloe’s feelings toward Beca are palpable.

The Bellas treat Beca and Chloe like their parents, they literally sound like an old married couple when they’re arguing which make the other Bellas smirk and say that if they’re fighting, it looks like they’re watching their parents fight and argue.

“Everyone loves a good Bhloe,” Fat Amy have said while Chloe tried to
hide her blush with her shooting Amy a look but failed badly.

With Beca’s internship which she hid from Chloe since the start, Chloe felt less important and untrustworthy to Beca. She feels like Beca is avoiding her every time like in the tent where she turned around and Chloe felt like that was a rude harsh move.

Fat Amy heard her phone ringing, it was Aubrey.

“Hey Aubrey,” Amy greeted with her usual Aussie accent.

“Amy! I just wanted to say congrats to you guys for saving our damaged legacy and gave it a clean state,” Aubrey congratulated and smiled.

“Thanks Bree,” Fat Amy simply said. “By the way, you know about the Bellas’ exclusive party in the Bella house?”

“I didn’t know.”

“Well, I’ll invite you then. You’re a Bella anyway. And random question though if you don’t mind,” the Aussie paused waiting for her response of affirmation.

“Go ahead.”

Amy first looked around if Beca or Chloe was around listening to the conversation, once she knew the coast was clear, “Have you noticed the tension between–”

“Beca and Chloe?” Aubrey finished the sentence. “Yep of course, I knew it ever since. Chloe wouldn’t shut up about Beca, I could always see her huge toner for Beca. You know when we mashed up Just a Dream and Just The Way You Are?” Amy mumbled a small “yeah” and motioned Aubrey to continue. “We could already feel like they’re both serenading to each other.”

“I agree,” Amy said. “What I was gonna tell you that I was intrigued to make them confess their feelings before we all move out and go to our separate ways.”

“Oh really? How will you be able to do that?”

“I know this is a cliché but let’s play Truth or Dare in the party,” Amy winked through her phone.

“It’s not an original idea but sure, let’s start with a non-obvious question first, let’s go with the flow.”

“Oh come on, Aubrey don’t think that I will do that, I’m not an idiot though. They are.”

Aubrey made a small chuckle, “So when’s this party going down?”

“Tomorrow night, don’t be late.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Aubrey sighed. “Fine, I’ll cancel my plans for tomorrow just to watch them confess now.”

“Bhloe’s gonna be real!” Amy shouted.

“I heard that, Amy!” Chloe yelled as she blushed.

Aubrey heard Chloe and laughed with Amy, “Okay Amy, I’ll see you guys tomorrow night. I’ll be there at 7.” And with that they both hang up.

Tomorrow came, and the Bellas we’re readying their exclusive party. Well they’re the only ones attending the party and with Aubrey also. They planned some party games but for the finale they’re going to play Truth or Dare.

Stacie heard a knock on the door and went to open it.

“Stacie!” Aubrey greeted with her laying her arms open for a hug.

“Aubrey! I didn’t even expect you to come!” Stacie happily accepted the hug. “Who told you about this?”

“Amy did,” she said as she pulled away.

“Well come in, we’re going to start some drinking games now. You’re just in time.” Aubrey smiled as Stacie gave her space to go inside. The Bellas were astonished when they saw Aubrey walked by and they greeted her with a hug.

In the games, Beca and Chloe were always beside each other when they were drinking while watching a movie because watching the movie was their drinking game where they put a hat at the corner of the tv and whenever someone wears it in the movie they have to drink a shot. Chloe was getting pretty drunk but she hasn’t reached her wild side yet. Beca on the other hand was not still used to drinking, she rarely drank while the Bellas always have to force her to drink.

After their drinking game, they now proceeded to truth or dare.

“Okay guys, anyone here doesn’t know the rules in truth or dare?” Fat Amy sarcastically asked while the Bellas just stared at her implying that of course they all know about Truth or Dare.

They all formed a circle and again Beca and Chloe beside each other, Ashley and Jessica snuggling, Stacie and Cynthia Rose beside each other whilst Cynthia was secretly checking Stacie out.

“Okay, I’ll start,” Fat Amy said as she spun the bottle which pointed to Stacie. Stacie didn’t even made a surprised face when the bottle pointed to her instead she just rolled her eyes. “Stacie, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Stacie replied almost instant.

“When was your latest sex and whom did you have it with?” Fat Amy asked hastily.

“Um.. Like last week, it was a dude in the after party. I think his name was Aaron, I forgot but yeah,” Stacie answered with all sincerity she could show. “Okay! My turn!” The tall brunette who dyed her hair declared whilst she spun the bottle which pointed to Jessica.
The tall brunette smirked, “Jessica, truth or dare?”

“Um.. Truth,” Jessica answered.

“Okay, um, why do you keep snuggling with Ashley?” Stacie asked with a smirk.

The two girls blushed deep red while Jessica opened her mouth but nothing comes out from her mouth. “Um.. W-w-we’re just best friends.”

“Hmm? Why are you two blushing then if it’s just a platonic relationship?” Stacie smirked some more.

“I– whatever. My turn,” Jessica rolled her eyes and spun the bottle. It pointed to Aubrey. “Aubrey, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Aubrey said with courage.

“Okay, I dare you to tell us who you’re in love with currently,” Jessica winked at the tall blonde.

“Um.. Okay I have to say it, don’t I? He’s a senior, brunette, cute–”

“We didn’t tell you to describe! Tell us who it is!” Stacie interrupted.

“Wha– fine. Sorry Beca.” Beca hummed a “hmm” and Aubrey continued to answer, “He’s Jesse.”

“What?!” The whole group asked astonishingly.

“Jesse.. Swanson,” Aubrey reiterated. “Beca’s boyfriend, look I feel bad, okay?” Aubrey turned to look at Beca who was absent-mindedly playing with her beer bottle.

“Umm.. It’s okay, really,” Beca told her.

“Oh really? You’re cool with it?” Beca just nodded and Aubrey smiled. “My turn.” Again, the bottle was once spun again and it pointed to the Aussie blonde. “Fat Amy, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Amy said without an expression on her face.

“Why are you in love with Bumper?”

“Seriously Aubrey? I’m gonna finish you like a cheesecake,” Amy said while Aubrey laughed. “Okay; well he’s been there for me ever since the hood night. You might think that we’re enemies and all that but the truth is there’s something about him that makes me in love. I can’t explain it though. My turn.”

Amy spun the bottle and it landed on Chloe. Amy first smirked and made a silent evil laugh, “Red, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Chloe answered without even thinking. Amy first glanced at Aubrey and Amy saw that Stacie was giggling and biting her mouth. Fat Amy knew Stacie knows about Bhloe too, and she knows that she ships them.

“Okay Chloe, I dare you to answer as honestly as possible these few questions I will give you,” Amy told the redhead.

“Sure,” Chloe answered while she laughed. Yep, she sure is pretty drunk.

“Great!” Amy exclaimed while Stacie was clapping she was clearly excited. “Aubrey, Stacie would you like to come join me and do the honors?”

“Absolutely,” Stacie answered and went to sit beside Fat Amy and Aubrey.

Beca was rolling her eyes knowing that Chloe reached her really honest side because of the alcohol.

“I’ll start asking,” Amy declared. “What’s your favorite color?”


Amy laughed a little. “What’s with the yellow cup? And why do you always bring it to every party? You know there’s some plastic cups for free in every party.”

“I don’t know my favorite color, maybe? It’s just my favorite cup, it’s just valuable to me.”

“We all know that’s not the reason,” Amy negated.

“Okay fine, the yellow cup is a symbol about someone. You know it’s just our thing. That’s it.”

“Okay then,” Amy said. “Next question, is there another reason of your intentional failing besides so you can stay with the Bellas?”

Chloe sighed like she was sober, “Yeah. There’s another reason.”

Amy put her hands on her mouth and looked at the two girls.

“Reason,” Fat Amy mouthed. “Singular of reasons. There’s only one reason.” The two girls gaped in shock and smirked.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Stacie muttered at Amy who just gave slight glare.

“Okay next question, Stacie can you do the honors?” Amy gave the floor to Stacie.

“Ginger, do you have a crush on someone?” Stacie asked to Chloe with her smirk glued to her mouth.


“Can you please describe your crush?” Aubrey asked.

“Attractive, funny, badass, sometimes can be rude or mean but really nice.”

The three girls widened their eyes with Chloe didn’t say any pronouns. She sure is smart when she’s drunk.

“Oh and has an amazing voice that can really turn you on,” Chloe added while Beca gaped a little.

The three girls smirked at each other, “Stacie?”

Stacie mumbled a small ‘Oh’ and asked Chloe, “Are you in love with your crush?”


“Since when?”

“Since my first senior year.”

Shit. The main informations are starting to come out. They already know who is it, it will come out eventually.

“Describe your crush’s physical features,” Amy asked.

“Mesmerizing dark blue eyes, brunette hair that is so beautiful, white porcelain skin, a really really pretty smile.”

Amy coughed at her answer, “Why are you in love with your crush?”

“I don’t know, my words can’t describe why I’m in love.”

“Okay then, would you like to spend the rest of your life with your crush?”

“Of course, I’ve never kissed my crush but I really want to. I haven’t even told her how I felt. I really want to tell her how I feel.”

The girls gasped as Chloe said the “her” pronoun. Fat Amy saw Beca hiding her face from blushing she clearly knows that Chloe’s in love with her.

“Okay, we’re going to the last questions, why did you decide to graduate this year?”

“Because you guys are graduating.”


“It’s the truth, Amy,” Chloe yawned.

“Last question,” Amy declared and jerked to look at Beca. “Beca, can you ask her the last question?”

Beca blinked not 1 time, not 2 times but 3 times. “What?”

“The last question,” Amy reiterated.

It took the small brunette a few moments to know what’s going on. Beca blushed deep red while she jerked her head and looked at Chloe, “Chloe, um, am I your crush?”

Chloe didn’t say anything for a moment later on she just looked down and nodded.

“I-I,” Beca started but the words couldn’t come out right. “I love you too.” Beca smiled at Chloe and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I KNEW IT!” Amy exclaimed while she clapped her hands in triumph. “Bhloe! Bhloe! Bhloe!”

The whole Bellas laughed and chanted with Amy. “Now Beca kiss the crap out her drunk ass!” Stacie shouted and snickered.

“Kiss her! Kiss her!” The chants were already bringing the house down and Beca was glaring, eventually started to laugh.

“Fine! Fine!” Beca screamed to put an end to the chants as the World Champions smiled and went all giddy.

“Um - Chlo, can I kiss you?” Beca queried for permission. Chloe didn’t speak anything instead she beamed and nodded. “Okay um..” Beca leaned in and hesitated, she can feel the redhead’s lingering breath reeking of the alcohol giving her goosebumps. The redhead closed the gap and pressed her lips onto the short brunette, letting it brush off first. Beca seemed shocked when she expected it anyway, she pushed away her thoughts and positioned her hands on her waist, kissing her back tenderly.

“WE DID IT GUYS!!” Fat Amy whooped, making the Bellas whoop too - others were cooing and shouting “You guys are so aca-adorable!!”

The two women pulled away eventually and smiled at each other. “Hey Beca.”

Beca hummed in response, “What is it, Chlo?”

“You know, I’m really not drunk,” she winked and snickered.

“That’s even better,” Beca beamed and gave another kiss to the redhead. Who knew Truth or Dare can always be so convenient?

chanterelleham  asked:

Could you do a prompt where Emily brings a guy over for a movie date and beca gets all protective with checking him, patting him down, asking questions, and Chloe struggles to take her upstairs. BTW YOUR MINIFICS are GOLLD

Beca had been preparing Chloe for Saturday night since Emily first came to them with the news, all stuttered and flailing hands to ask if it was okay if she had Steve come over for a movie. Of course, Emily was practically born into the same sandbox as the Posen twins, so it wasn’t a huge shock that she had Saturday night plans with them, but when she made it clear - “No, like come over come over” - Chloe squealed and Beca went bug-eyed, and the rest of the week was spent calmly reminding the redhead to play it cool. 

If Beca had known, however, that Chloe was playing it so cool that she took Emily to the store for an entire outfit - pink polka-dot bra included - and then followed up on the dos and don’ts of first dates, she probably would’ve cooled it with the prep work. She had just assumed, though, that Chloe, permanently brought to tears over how fast their “baby was growing up”, would be some horrific mix between that overbearing mom who couldn’t stop taking photo and that protective dad who sat in front of the basement door waiting for any sign of distress. 

None of them exactly thought that the person playing that latter role would be the “chill” mom - the one who swore during carpool and could rap better than whoever was on the radio - until the night of the date. 

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Unexpected (Part 1)

Summary: Dean and the reader have a one night stand at a party. Allie and Jess are the reader’s best friends with drama of their own.

Characters: Dean x Reader; Jess x Cas; Allie x Sam

Word Count: 2,667

Warnings: SMUT

A/N: I know I said I would leave but these stories can’t leave my head. I’m sorry I’m still here lol. Your best friends are @abaddonwithyall and @but-deans-back-tho. Let me know what you guys think!

She enfolded herself in others’ love stories, smiling when they did, hurting when they cried, and crossing her fingers they’d get a happy ending they deserved. Her lips were filled with words sung by love-stricken artists, her eyes took in words written by poets whose hearts burst with the notorious emotion, yet her life was void of that passionate love she had heard of only through others. Until he burst into her home one day, thinking he was there for his friend’s party.

“So, this isn’t Luke’s house?” he questioned.

“No,” you rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head. “This is my home and you are in the wrong place, buddy,” you said as you shot him a tight smile. He had interrupted your one free night between days full of work and study, and you weren’t all too ecstatic about that.

“But the paper says 23rd street!” he exclaimed, voice reaching a high pitch that made you cringe.

“This is 23rd avenue,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. Maybe it was the day you had had, but you weren’t in the mood to tolerate this. “You got the wrong address, you see.”

“So, how do I get to 23rd street?” he questioned.

You inhaled sharply through your nostrils before answering him. “Go all the way down this street,” you pointed to your left. “And then turn right. We’re in 33rd avenue, so they’ll start going down until you get to the 23rd one.”

“Oh, alright, thanks,” he grinned, holding out his hand. “Name’s Dean, by the way.”

“You’re welcome, Dean,” you shot him a thin-lipped smile that came out looking more like a grimace before making to shut the door.

“W-wait! Wait!” he screeched.


“Uh… What’s your name?”

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I quite honestly don’t know how this happened and I haven’t looked it over like at all but here have this. somehow it turned into 2k of words I dunno

There had been one rule between them. It was just sex. Hell, they’d even laid it out (haha. laid, get it?) between them at the start.

“If we’re gonna do this whole friends-with-benefits thing, we should probably cover our asses so things don’t go bad later on,” Sam said, shifting uncomfortably. Gabriel rolled his eyes, patting him on the arm.

“Sam, it’s not that difficult, it’s just sex, okay? We don’t need a list of rules.” Gabriel broke off, tilting his head at Sam curiously. “Unless that’s something you’re into, I could-”

“No!” Sam blushed, turning away. “I just mean like - if one of us starts having feelings…” he trailed off, looking at Gabriel meaningfully.

“Oh, the non-sexy sex feelings?” Gabriel nodded teasingly. “Bad idea. Okay, so rule one - sex only. If anything lovey-dovey comes into play at all, we cut it off.”


“Aw. Sammy, do you think you’re gonna fall in love with me? I’m flattered, honestly -”

“Oh, shut up.” Sam shoved Gabriel’s arm lightly, laughing. “I couldn’t ever fall for someone so tiny, trust me.”

Gabriel laughed too, shoving Sam back. “Too bad,” he sighed. ” We could have had a torrid romance. You know how I am with the drama.”

The agreement lay settled between them, as Gabriel stretched out on his back and pulled Sam down into a harsh kiss.

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When Jesse McCree’s bounty doubles, Jesse has a plan: stay low and don’t die.

Waking up with his funeral on the front page of the newspaper, it becomes clear he failed step one.

Or Overwatch has a problem with fake funerals.

Fandom: Overwatch

Characters: McCree, Hanzo and Ana centric, but this is really an ensemble fic. 

Ship: McHanzo, Background Implied Past WidowTracer

Warnings: A bit of grief but nothing bad.

A03: X

Notes: I’ve been jossed on Ana’s reasons for faking her death, but it still works in my book. I’m posting this here in full for accessibility. Enjoy! Thanks to @sroloc–elbisivni who is the best beta in the world!

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Proving Them Right (20/?)

All the previous chapters/installments: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17,18, 19

(You can also read the whole thing over on my AO3)

Summary: There’s some kind of bet that Beca and Chloe are going to end up together, and, with CR’s wedding on the horizon, our favorite duo decides to make some moolah by pretending to date. Also known as: that fake dating trope that we’re all trash for.

In movies, there’s this magic moment when you feel a chill roll through the room. There is silence perfectly placed so that you can feel movement without explicitly seeing it, and you shift in your seat, swallowing some lump in your throat, because you feel as though you’re on a precipice. In moments, the story will crash, fall, and tumble down to it’s end, with smiles and epilogues and music that is too cheery to fit the story you’re still trying to comprehend. 

This is why Chloe loved movies. It’s why she sat through the good, the bad, and the ugly. For that flash of a moment where she felt the energy being stuffed into her chest - the space between her temples full with something more than her life, and her plot, and her characters. 

It’s also why Beca loved music. Because in every song there was that same moment that made her want to hold her breath, leaning over the edge to see what was at the bottom. 

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It’s time for me to finally do my review of Batman v Superman now that I’ve slept on it (and dreamt about it, apparently.) All points immediately following are spoiler free, but the points under the cut contain spoilers, so read at your own caution.

  • This film went exactly the way I wanted it to in many ways, so ultimately, I’m very pleased with it. 8/10.
  • This is probably the most comic book film I’ve ever watched, and I loved it. I loved the style of it. There were some definite editing problems in the beginning, but I’m really looking forward to the Director’s Cut now to see what’s up.
  • That said, it was a very long comic book. In one movie. A lot of stuff going on, and I definitely need to watch it again.
  • I loved the grimness of it. I loved the dark tone. I love that we’re actually treating superheroes and all the consequences that come with them seriously.
  • Henry Cavill plays the most delightful, vulnerable Superman. The humanity pouring off him is incredible, so top ratings for him. That’s one of the hardest things about Superman to do well, especially in film form.
  • On that note, can everyone leave Clark Kent alone for FIVE MINUTES
  • Amy Adam’s Lois Lane delivered a wonderful performance. I loved her storyline and how important she was. Really appreciated that she wasn’t resorted to being a background character amongst all the tomfoolry.
  • Every scene at the Daily Planet is a good scene.
  • God bless Laurence Fishburne.
  • That soundtrack aaaaawww yiss
  • Gal Gadot was everything I wanted and more as Diana Prince/Wonder Woman. Oh my God, how long until the Wonder Woman movie I’m serious. I’ve needed it since birth.
  • All the cameos were incredible, and Flash’s were my favorite with Cyborg as a close second. Aquaman’s wasn’t bad by any means, but I need so much more. I CAN’T WAIT FOR EZRA MILLER! I CAN’T WAIT FOR MY JUSTICE LEAGUE!
  • Once again, Jesse Eisenberg remains my least favorite thing in any movie he’s in. I really don’t like his acting style, and his Lex Luthor missed the mark more times than it hit for me. That being said, he was clearly having a good time, and he did act the hell out of the role. I’m curious to see what he can do with the role in the future.
  • Jeremy Irons as Alfred Pennyworth, fucking bravo. Also, I’m so glad Alfred and Bruce became snarky, silver foxes together.
  • I love my Trinity. I love my Trinity. I LOVE MY TRINITY. All their scenes together gave me life!

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