i want to have a room for a closet like stacy

Cool Kids

Kathy met Nick one day in the middle of the school year. It wasn’t any sort of unusual day, Kathy hadn’t woken up feeling any different and everything went as it normally did. She checked herself on the scale in the morning, depression flooding her as she noticed she hadn’t lost a single pound and then she went about the rest of the time getting ready for school.

That was normal too, the girls and boys laughed and whispered about her and a nice little pink note that read ‘Piggy’ with a crudely drawn pig on it was waiting for her, stuffed into her locker rather viciously.

She had gone into the bathroom to cry and it was when she looked up into the mirror after washing her face that she saw him, the tall, handsome boy that she’d never seen before and hadn’t heard come in.

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Why?| Bucky Barnes x Reader. (Part 6)

Summary: Reader started to question their relationship and then walks in on something she never expected.

Pairing: Reader x Steve, Reader x Wesley, Steve x The Avengers

Warnings: Feeellllssss?

Word Count: 1000+

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thank you to everybody for all your support. i ran a poll for this milestone gift, and was overwhelmed with the support for final tour there. you have no idea… you have no idea how much that means to me.

so please enjoy this art and fic combo using the following prompts: final tour outtake + pining kid!levi, sweater weather, supernatural. (special note to the other final tour request: that is happening in the main story soon. ;) )

i love the shit out of you guys.

Levi’s too old to Trick or Treat. And he told Erwin that at least five hundred and eleven times, but he still has spent the past half hour at the dinner table cutting out triangles from paper plates to make cat ears. It takes him three tries until he gets it right, steals a Sharpie from Erwin’s desk and hastily colors them in, to then steal some tape from Erwin’s desk and attaches them to a handkerchief he found in the linen closet. He wraps the cloth around his head and ties it behind the base of his skull, adjusting it slightly by poking the tips of the ears with the centers of his palms.

“Ish cwoooked.” Erwin says, lips puffed out around big white plastic vampire dentures. He comes up to Levi and adjusted the cloth. He smiles big, the dried fake blood at the corner of his lip cracking across his skin. “Cooote.”

Levi sneers up at Erwin. “I’m a panther. Panthers aren’t cute.”

“Youuu lookth like a houssshh cath.”

“Take those fu–stupid teeth out.” Levi gathers up his mess and walks into the kitchen and throws it into the trash. He turns to face Erwin again and nearly shouts, “Gross!”

A string of drool connects from Erwin’s hand to his mouth, the fangs open and splayed on his palm. Erwin runs the sleeve of his dress shirt across his mouth, smearing red on the cuffs as he does. “Panthers have rounded ears.”

Levi walks up to him and takes a tissue out of his pocket. Ever since his sinus infection a year ago,he never left the house without at least four neatly folded into his jeans. He shakes the tissue out and dabs at Erwin’s lips before dropping it into his palm. “Shut up.”

“I can cut them for you.” Erwin’s grin remains intact, capped with silver bricks of braces across each tooth. “For accuracy.” He squeaks a laugh as he narrowly misses a fist into his stomach, and he follows Levi back out into the living room.

“I don’t even want to do this.” Levi huffs for the five hundred and twelfth time, gathering their canvas bags for candy toting. “Jeremy will…”

“I’ll take all of Jeremy’s candy before he even thinks of messing with us.”

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grayscale - part 2

pairing: calum x reader

word count: 1,955

storyline: ‘in which he turns her world colorful but she can’t do the same for him’

if you’re new, read part one first. 

“come on y/n, you haven’t been to one party all year!” jess, your roommate, said while she was digging through all of her clothes in search for the perfect outfit for tonight’s party. “besides we just finished the semester, you could use a little fun.”

you sighed. it would have been a complete lie to say that you didn’t agree with her, you did just finish with finals and you definitely needed some fun after all the studying you had done. but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say yes. there was something inside telling you that something was going to happen if you agreed to go to the party.

it had been two weeks since a certain someone stepped on your hand. two weeks since you started to see in color. and two weeks since you realized that the person who was supposed to be your soulmate just… wasn’t. it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that nothing changed for calum hood the minute he looked into your eyes. you knew that there was no way he could’ve been experiencing what you were..

you still don’t know why you saw the colors when you looked into his eyes because he clearly wasn’t your soulmate. but what you did know was that the possibility of you running into him at a party that his frat was throwing was super high, but for some odd reason you wanted to say yes. it was as if there was some inexpiable force that made you want to go, even though you knew that it would probably be a bad idea.

so that’s how you ended up sitting on a couch, sandwiched in between two couples who were literally swallowing each other whole. jess was nowhere to be seen, she ditched you the second you walked through the door. you sighed for what must have been the thirtieth time that night because you  knew as soon as jess talked you into going to the party, that she was going to leave you alone while she found her newest fuck buddy.

not being able to take another second of either of the make out sessions that were taking place beside you, you stood up, mentally cursing at yourself for not staying in you dorm and watching a friends marathon while you ate junk that isn’t good for you like you originally planned. you’re definitely not the kind of person that has never been to a party or anything, you just have never really been too keen on them, especially not when the person you go with decides to just ditch you.

you slowly made your way through the huge crowd of people that were scattered throughout the entire living room to the huge sliding glass door that led to the outside. you took ahold of the door and slid it open effortlessly, revealing a big backyard full of people. it wasn’t as crowded as the living room by any means, but it definitely wasn’t as secluded as you’d hoped it be. you let out an audible groan but decided to stay outside rather than go back into the zoo of people inside.

after you grab a bottle of water from the table where all of the drinks are, (it wasn’t easy to find either) you walked over to an empty lawn chair and sat down. of course the peace you felt when you finally found a quiet place to sit didn’t last very long because someone bumped into the back of your chair causing you to fly forward and onto the concrete ground.

“o-oh shit i’m sorry,” someone said in slurred speech. without even looking up you knew it was the one person you didn’t want to run into. “i didn’t see you there.”


“y/n?” he asked while looking towards you on the ground. he once again offered a hand to help you up, which you accepted again. it had been two weeks since you felt his touch, and two weeks since you felt the tingles that always accompanied it. which made a lot more sense to you now, considering he was your soulmate. “how many times are we gonna meet like this?”

“too many.” you nervously rubbed your hand across your arm, causing you to wince. you were so caught up in the situation with calum that you didn’t even notice that you skinned your arm on the concrete causing you to have a pretty bad scrape. apparently you weren’t the only one who noticed the wound because as soon as you flinched, calum looked down to your arm before quickly looking back at you.

“do you want a band-aid for that?” he nodded down to your scrape. you knew it needed to be cleaned or it could get infected but you didn’t care, your mind was screaming at you to get out of there as fast as you could.

“n-no, that’s okay.” you tried to turn around and walk back inside, totally ready to call it a night and go back to your dorm, but before you could calum grabbed your hand and spinned you back towards him.

“c’mon y’n, i don’t bite,” he said while leading you inside the house and up the stairs. you didn’t try to fight him on it again because you knew it was no use, this boy had some sort of power over you and you didn’t know how to stop it. he stopped in front of a door and pulled out a key from his pocket which made you assume that it was his room. he then unlocked the door and ushered you inside, motioning for you to sit on the bed.

you looked around at his room when we went into the bathroom. the walls were painted black and there were band posters neatly hung up, some you knew and some you had never even heard of. you were surprised at  how neat the room was kept.

calum soon walked back into the room carrying a bottle of what you assumed to be hydrogen peroxide and a band-aid. he sat down in front of you and gently took your arm to start cleaning it. when it was disinfected, he opened the bandage and put it on your scrape, you couldn’t help but laugh when you saw what was on it.

“is that really a hello kitty band-aid?” he looked up at you and smiled.

“don’t judge, they were on sale.”

“i’m sorry i just can’t imagine calum hood buying pink hello kitty band-aids, even if they were on sale.” you joked with him. you didn’t catch his smile fall when you mentioned the color.

“in my defense, they looked gray on the box.” he tried to joke. it was then you remembered that he couldn’t see what color they were, you couldn’t give him that ability.

“i’m sorry. i d-” you tried to say before you cut you off.

“it’s okay, you didn’t know” he gave you a smile smile of reassurance, which made you feel even worse because you did know. “what about you,” he tried to change the subject. “what’s your element?”

you didn’t know if you should tell him the truth or not. you could’ve just told him you had one of the other elements but you didn’t have a name tattoo or a countdown clock etched into your skin, so those obviously weren’t an option. “i uh- i actually had the grayscale.”

“oh.” was the only thing he said, making you wish you could take back the words you said. after a minute of silence, which actually felt like an eternity, he finally spoke again. “that’s good right? that means you found them.”

“yeah i guess,” you whispered. he looked at you with the same confused look that he did when you first discovered you could see the colors, probably wondering why you didn’t sound excited while talking about it. “its really.. complicated.” you offered as a bit of explanation. he just nodded, leaving you thankful he didn’t push for more.

“i don’t really believe in the whole soulmate thing anyways. it just seems unrealistic to me.” you nodded in agreement. you knew that if someone told you that a couple of weeks before you would have been ready to full heartedly disagree with them, but after everything that happened you weren’t so sure of the system.


after the night of the party, you and calum became really close, in fact you weren’t afraid to say he was your best friend. you hadn’t told him he was your soulmate though because you really didn’t know how he would take it.

you knew he was against the whole soulmate thing, and you didn’t want him to hate you for not telling him because you had gotten to a point where you couldn’t live without calum.

you knew it was bound to happen, and at the beginning you had tried to fight off the feelings you felt for him - blaming them solely on the fact that he was your soulmate. but as time went on you couldn’t stop yourself for falling for him. he was the one you were meant to fall for, even if he couldn’t do the same with you.

he was the last person you thought about before you went to bed and the first one you thought about when you woke up. you didn’t want to spend another day without him knowing that he was it for you. every smile, every touch, every look, sent shivers down your spine and you knew you couldn’t keep the secret forever. you had to tell him and you knew it had to be sooner rather than later.

you were both laying in his bed watching some weird movie that was on tv when you finally found the nerve to tell him. there was a full party going on downstairs but as always you were in his room because he knew partying wasn’t really your thing.

“can you freaking believe she’s gonna go into that closet? that’s like the top rule of horror movies! don’t go into the closet.” he shook his head while throwing a handful of the popcorn he decided you guys needed at the screen. normally you would laugh at the gesture but you were way too focused thinking about what you were gonna say to him.

“cal i have to-” you started to say but was interrupted when the door swung open revealing a tall girl in a little black dress. she had long blonde hair that was perfectly curled and she was probably the prettiest girl you had ever seen.

“oh there you are, i thought you were gonna meet me in the back?” she walked all the way into the room and shut the door. you don’t know if she saw that you were in the room, but you do know that you didn’t like what was going on.

“oh yeah… um y/n this is stacy,” he introduced awkwardly, his mood changing completely, you noticed how he didn’t tell her who you were which made you think that she already knew. you looked up at her and attempted to smile but you knew it probably wasn’t as warm and inviting as you were aiming for.

she didn’t look at all interested in you as she came over to the bad and sat down right next to calum, leaning in and whispering something in his ear. he nodded and got off the bed with her, leaving the room without even telling you where he was going.

when the door slammed shut you knew you waited too long to tell him, and that you would probably never get the chance.  

okay i don’t know how i feel about this because i love some parts and i’m like meh about others.

thanks to everyone who showed part one some love. i really didn’t think anyone was gonna read it, and now it has almost 100 notes and that’s absolutely insane. 

also sorry about the end of this, hopefully the next part will make up for it (; 


Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: swearing, mild sexual language/suggestions, fluffity fluff.

Request: “Oh man I love your writing! Thanks for tagging me in your latest fics! Could I request a fic where the reader is an artist who paints from a bygone era and nobody will buy her paintings because they are old fashioned, which leads her to a depression, but one day Crowley sees her work in a gallery and makes a huge offer because he is enchanted by the soul in her work and becomes enchanted by her when he meets her? It would really make my day <3” – @happilyevernever

Author’s Note: I don’t know too much about art techniques and eras, so please forgive me if anything is incorrect. And I added a little bit to the prompt… I got a bit carried away. Haha. Photo below not mine.

You sighed as you gently lowered your brush, taking in the beauty of the piece you had just finished. The scene was of an ancient castle, laying in partial ruin along the edge of a cliff, with the raging ocean swirling below. The brilliant grays and clues of the sky contrasting with the deep shadows within the green grass was better than anything else you had created recently. It had taken you several weeks to finally perfect the image, having struggled a little bit with putting the vision in your mind onto the canvas. But now, it was perfect.

You just wished others viewed your work the same way you did. In the last four months, you had sold three paintings, while other artists whose work was featured in the same freaking gallery sold a dozen or more. You had even worked with the gallery manager to lower the prices a bit. But, at the end of the day, you needed to make some sort of profit. And, your day job as a bookstore cashier wasn’t exactly cutting it.

The gallery manager, along with some of the regular patrons, commented on your work regularly. It’s too dated. Your technique needs updating. For such a young artist, you create such outdated art.

Staring down at your work, you scowled. “Fuck them,” you whispered as you admired your newest creation. It was rare that you were so proud of a piece, making you a little embarrassed of your pride. But, who said pride was a bad thing?

You glanced down at the tiny, paint covered watch on your wrist. Shit. The gallery’s Biannual Revealing Event was in an hour, and you were covered in paint and sweat. But, at least you had a new piece to present.

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anonymous asked:

I feel like a sexy cute little bechloe prompt would be a little one shot based on the song T-Shirt by Thomas Rhett haha idk why

ugh okay i’m wide awake and didn’t plan on writing anything but here i am. and also i love Trhett he’s my homie. Also, not sure if this is what you wanted but i’m sleep deprived and yeah woo.

Chloe borrowing Beca’s clothes wasn’t anything new. Friends borrowed hoodies and shirts all the time, right? But did they keep them for years afterward? Apparently so. 

They’d graduated three years ago and Chloe still had Beca’s favorite oversized (just the perfect amount of baggy) Barden t-shirt she won out of a t-shirt gun from a game the Bellas had dragged her to. She, however, has yet to ask the redhead for it back.

It was the annual Bella reunion vacation. Most people think annual means only once a year, but this was a five times a year thing. Chloe insisted. And when I say Chloe insisted, I mean she did that puppy dog eye thing that Beca couldn’t resist. Like, ever.

This trip was the last of the year, the whole team was meeting at Chloe’s parents beach house in Florida. Everyone other than Beca and Aubrey had never been, so the group chat was buzzing.

Beca: Guys. What do I pack.

Stacie: Nothing. Come naked.

Fat Amy: While some may say that is a wise decision, I strongly vote against.

CR: someone bring booze. 

Stacie: kidding. I’m bringing beach clothes mostly and like a nice outfit or something for if/when we go out to dinner.

Aubrey: please bring clothes so I don’t have to scrape my eyes out with spoons upon arrival.

Chloe: Idk Becs. I’m with Stacie on this one. From my previous experience, naked suits you well ;) 

Aubrey: I think I’m going to be sick.

Beca: keep it in your pants, Beale.

Beca blew out a puff of air and turned around to look at the eternal black hole that was her suitcase. She threw her phone on the bed and headed for her closet. Think beach. Bathing suit? Where was my new one? She called Chloe.

“Hey you. What’s up? Are you packing?”

“Well I’m trying but I can’t find half of my shit. Did I leave my new black bikini at your place after we went shopping last week? I can’t find it.”

“ohhh! maybe you WILL have to come naked. Muahaha.”

“Chloe…” Beca groaned.

“Haha sorry, nope it’s not here. Did you check in your hall closet?” Beca walked over to the closet next to her bathroom and opened the door only to find a bag from Target on the floor, indeed equipped with her brand new bikini.

“You’re creepy. I found it. Gonna go finish packing, I’ll see you and everyone else in the nuthouse tomorrow.”

“Oh hush. You’re excited.”

“Goodbyeeee Chloe.” With that she hung up the phone and walked back into her room to finish packing.

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Happiest Place On Earth

Hello everybody!! This one shot was written for Lau’s Alternate Universe Funny Quote Challenge! Congrats on reaching 2000 followers @dancingalone21! Make sure you’re following her people… seriously, if you’re not I don’t know what you’re doing with yourself, she’s amazing!!

My Quote was: “And you know what? After we kill it, we can go to Disneyland!” -Sam

AU!Sam x reader: Sam’s a teacher, you’re a dentist, you live a normal Apple pie life!

Word Count: about 1400

Warnings: Shirtless Sam, cheesy fluff, rodent death

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This may or may not be (but definitely is) vaguely based on true events with my husband… enjoy!!


There he was. Your insanely gorgeous, incredibly intelligent, dumbass husband. Crouched like an idiot in nothing but his boxers at the end of the bed, gun in hand. Granted, it only shot BB pellets, but still he looked like a madman, knees bent up under him ready to pounce from his squatting position, like a freaking cat. It reminded you vaguely of when the two of you went bird hunting. His hazel eyes were wide, methodically searching the room.

Oh my god, your room! You’d just returned from a week-long dental convention and had promptly reunited with your husband, Sam, between the sheets before falling asleep naked in his arms. But the scene that greeted you now was not the same as when you first walked in the door. You’d come home to a spotless house- being a high school English teacher, Sam had the summer’s off and always kept a tidy home. But now…It looked like a tornado had ripped your bedroom apart! The drawers of your dresser we’re all pulled out, strung haphazardly across the floor. Your shoes, usually neatly lined inside the closet, had also been flung across the room.

“Honey, WHAT are you doing??” you asked the naked man perched by your feet, propping yourself up against the pillows. His head whipped towards you, his long brown locks flipping him in the face, gun pointed towards the ceiling.

“There’s a mouse,” he deadpanned, turning away from you to continue his search.

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anonymous asked:

Seven Minutes 😂

Idk if this was a prompt but I took it like that so… here it is!

(If it wasn’t a prompt an explanation of what it was would be nice)

Aubrey would’ve felt bad about being a bad friend and not listening to Chloe talk about Beca, but they’d been over the situation a million times. Yes, Beca had finally accepted that she liked her, and yes, their date had been awesome, but she still hadn’t come up with an alternate theory about why the hobbit hadn’t tried to kiss Chloe other than she was very awkward. Besides, there were other more interesting things at the party, like Stacie licking her lips before taking a sip from her beer.

“I mean, is there something wrong with me? Am I hideous?” Chloe sighed and leaned against the wall.

Aubrey rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to go find the stupid midget and beat her up for making Chloe feel this insecure. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Chlo, she’s just a spaz. Maybe you should make the first move.”

“But what if she changed her mind? What if she realized during our date that she just wants to be friends and I ruin everything?”

Stacie bit her lip on the other side of the room, scrambling Aubrey’s neurons and stopping her from really thinking through the next words that came out of her mouth. “You didn’t ruin anything. Just pull her into a closet or something and make out with her.”

Chloe gasped. “You’re a genius!”

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Beca Mitchell does not drop the ‘L’ bomb.

Not to her father, or her mother. Jeez, especially not to her step-monster. She doesn’t say it to her friends, not Amy, Stacie, or not even Jesse. 

Beca Mitchell does not use the word.

It’s in the little things, Chloe notices, that Beca shows her love. Like in the way she makes her mixes, shares them, or how the DJ always wears the redhead’s sweatshirt, yet returns it to the older woman’s closet anyway.

It’s in the little things Beca does that Chloe can see just how much love that little brunette can muster.

Chloe’s noticed for some time now that many of the little things the DJ does that show love are often pointed at the Bellas. Silently, without making a big deal out of any of it the small brunette sprinkles her love an affection on each and every one of them.

For Stacie, each time the leggy brunette came home with a guy trailing her, Beca made sure she had plenty necessities in the bathroom for before, during, and after her company.

For Amy there was always an Advil and water next to her nightstand after a wild night out, and that there was no early practice scheduled for the next morning so the hungover Aussie would be able to rest in peace.

Legacy fell asleep hunched over her books so many nights that it just sort of became habit for Beca to turn the lights off in her room, cover the youngest Bella with a blanket, and close the book she was asleep on with a bookmark in it.

It was things like those that Chloe knew just how much Beca loved her Bella family, and showed her affection in the smallest of ways.

Whenever Chloe asked the young DJ to brew a cup of tea, full well knowing that her favorite yellow cup was dirty in the sink, the DJ would wash the cup before brewing the beverage for her redheaded co-captain.

It was just little things.

“You washed my cup,” Chloe said as Beca handed her the cup and curled into the couch of the empty Bella house next to the redhead.

“I did,” Beca smiled, grabbing some blanket and covering the two of them.

“And you’re in my sweatshirt,” Chloe set her drink down on the end table, grabbing at the fabric with her fingers.

“That’s true,” Beca said, her eyes looking right into the redhead’s.

“You don’t let anyone hear your mixes until they’re done, except me,” Chloe mumbled a little quieter this time.

“Uh huh,” the DJ nodded.

“You’re sweet,” Chloe smiled.

“You’re a dork,” Beca said.

And it was another mannerism. Another Beca idiosyncrasy. An oddity, a peculiarity. It was how Beca talked. It was how she said that ‘L’ bomb.

“I love you too,” Chloe said, snuggling back into the DJ.

“I… you know I don’t say that,” Beca looked at the girl who was nuzzled into her side.

“I know. But it doesn’t mean you don’t mean that. You wear my hoodie. And wash my cup. You let me hear your mixes,” she paused and grabbed the DJ’s hands, “you don’t have to say it, Beca.”

“I want to,” Beca sat up, “I want to say it.”


“Chloe I… I don’t know how to put my feelings into words but I guess I’ll try?” Beca looked at their hands. “You’re my best friend and I… I have such a thing for you. Chloe I’ve been fighting this for long enough okay? I… crap. I love you.”

Chloe burst into laughter, reddening Beca’s cheeks.

“I love you too, Dork,” the redhead grabbed Beca’s cheeks and brought her in for a sweet kiss.

An Alternate Interpretation of Big Wolf on Campus

Like most concepts in the horror genre, lycanthropy is often used as a metaphor. Usually with werewolves this is male puberty. This is certainly applicable in Tommy’s case, but I think there is a lens this show can be viewed from whereby being bitten by a werewolf can be interpreted as a sexual awakening, or coming to terms with one’s own sexuality.

In the first episode, Tommy is out on a camping trip with all of his male friends. “Every year me and the guys camped out at the lake[…] but this year was different […] from that night on my life would never be the same.” While there he is bitten by a werewolf, but doesn’t tell anyone what happened.

Tommy starts school in complete denial of anything having taken place during his trip. There he runs into Merton Dingle, a guy he knew since kindergarten, but just noticed for the very first time after having been bitten. His eyes glow and he nearly wolfs out upon seeing him.

Merton is clearly written to be subtextually queer. He is effeminate, likes poetry, art, theater, dancing, miming, cheerleading, watches Dawson’s Creek and The Golden Girls, insists he has too much “style” to be a nerd, dressed in drag, his speech is dramatic… I could go on.

Merton is also bullied in school for displaying his otherness so outwardly. He makes no effort to ‘stay in the closet’, if you will. Tommy doesn’t want anyone to know about his own different nature and hides it, trying to keep his good reputation with the very judgmental small-townspeople around him.

After his first encounter with Tommy, Merton notices his symptoms of lycanthropy when no one else does. Where others find werewolves frightening, Merton is clearly intrigued by them. He mentions seeing Tommy wolf out “gives [him a] thrill inside”.  When he confronts Tommy about it, he denies it. Merton lowers his voice, looking around the room before saying “It’s alright, I know about you. And I think I can help.” Tommy attacks Merton defensively, projecting his own fears about himself and calls Merton a freak. Merton backs off with a warning that Tommy shouldn’t deny what he is.

Tommy then goes on his first date with Stacy where he wolfs out fully for the first time and bails on her. He then breaks into Merton’s bedroom in the middle of the night and begs for help. Merton switches from a fear reaction to blatant homoerotic innuendo in the span of less than a minute. He smirks saying that he could “probe” Tommy but he barely knows him.

Later Tommy invites Merton to go WITH HIM on his second date with Stacy, and Merton responds shyly but is pleased. During this date Tommy ditches Stacy again to help Merton. Stacy then starts dancing with another man. Tommy watches her while standing with Merton and says “That should be me in there dancing with her, but no. Look at me. I’m a freaking monster.” Merton insists he isn’t a monster for what he is. Then Tommy leaves his date to go back to Merton’s house, even after he un-wolfs. On one date with Stacy, Tommy is so distracted spending time with Merton that Stacy leaves him. Merton is shocked to discover after many dates Tommy had never kissed her.

A common trend in the show is where Tommy is out with a girl and leaves her because he wolfs out. Usually this happens when she tries to initiate something physical with him. You could say the lycanthropy actively prevents a sexual relationship with women. His solution is to run to Merton. Merton recites poetry to him among other things to calm his werewolf side, and encourages him saying that Tommy shouldn’t be concerned about dating women at all when he has the gift of being a werewolf instead.

In one episode Tommy is given the opportunity to transfer his lycanthropy over to someone else. Tommy chooses Brett Johnson, someone he admits to admiring and lists his positive qualities. Merton is very visibly jealous. Tommy tries to bite Brett, but stops himself at the last minute. Brett responds “Next time you feel that special way about a fella you should take the time to find out if that fellow feels the same way.”

Tommy then goes to Merton. Merton begs Tommy to bite him instead of someone else. Tommy agrees, much to Merton’s excitement. Merton has his shirt pulled down, and Tommy is physically holding him down over a table, a second from biting him when Stacy is mentioned on tv, making him stop himself again, and run back to his female love interest.

Throughout the course of the series, Merton and Tommy develop a deeply close relationship. They constantly touch and hold each other, faces inches apart when they speak, sharing hugs and even kisses. It only takes 7 episodes before Merton has taken nude photos of Tommy that he sleeps with under his pillow. He also gave Tommy a bath and administered a prostate exam on him. This last being a callback to and fulfilling Merton’s statement about knowing him well enough to “probe him”. A clear metaphor for a sexual relationship between them. Tommy has also slept in Merton’s bed on multiple occasions, and in one instance Merton rocked him to sleep in his arms.

They’ve both admitted that each other is the most important person in the world to them. Merton’s most telling confession being “You can’t die, we’re not done! You’re the only person who made me feel like I was really alive!” Tommy having a similar one in a different episode stating that “[It] meant more to me than anything, except Merton.”

Or maybe more than any other, the scene where Tommy states that becoming a werewolf was almost worth it, because if he hadn’t he would never have gotten to know Merton. 

Love master

Heyyyyyy guys so I’m back with another bechloe one shot, this bit is going to be PG but I will make a second part with smut for the people that want it. The road trip AU chapter 2 is in the works officially so hopefully that will be uploaded soon. So enjoy!

Love master
Pairing: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell
Rating: PG-13
Warning: mentions of sexual content
Summary: ever since the retreat Chloe hasn’t been able to stop thinking about Beca in that way. So she decides to up her flirting game and what better way to do it than with pick up lines!


There had always been something about Beca that Chloe was interested in, something that made her stomach feel like sludge or her heart feel like a firecracker. Chloe had always been someone who loved to easily, who hurt to easily and in all honesty someone who trusted a little to easy. That meant things didn’t always end well, her usually crying to Adeles latest album was a memory that was repeated a few too many times.

The old Bellas had told her to sleep around a bit, obviously not with the Trebles, but others- just one night stands. So Chloe did because something she’s always been confident with was her sexuality, so she ended up in bed with countless men and a few women here and there. There was the guy from the debate team which took a lot of convincing, the soccer girl who had been eyeing her up for a while (they had sex in a changing room!) and then others before Tom came along.

Tom was different, not sexually because boy was he good in bed but when it came to the matters that actually involved feelings Tom was definitely different. He pursued Chloe but she was already sold with his boyish cheeky smile and bright eyes. Tom was amazing, a fascinating person inside and out. But when she found out that he would be graduating and she wasn’t sure they decided to bring it down to friends with benefits, a less heartbreaking situation. The year where Chloe and Aubrey were now captains was the year she thought would be the hardest, letting go of Tom and all.

Until she saw Beca. God she was firehouse and Beca could feel her heart doing strange things and her fingers tingling nervously whenever Beca was around. Chloe was head over heels already. Of course she also wanted to touch her, take her into a secluded closet, pin her to a wall, dance up against her filthily in a club, of course Beca Mitchell turned her on because she had that wicked, sex look about her that drove Chloe crazy.

But she also needed to know her, know her thoughts, feeling, ideas and if Chloe was going to graduate for anyone it would probably be Beca. Suddenly saying goodbye to Tom wasn’t so hard anymore. She did cry because she truly did love Tom in that mucky feelings way but she devoted her attention to Beca, to breaking down her walls, to listening to her mixes, to finding out what made Beca. Then suddenly she was yearning for Tom again because watching Beca lock lips with that treble guy Jesse really did send a pain that she didn’t want to address through her. Why couldn’t she just graduate with Tom? Why couldn’t she just stick it through with him.

Three years later they were a world winning accapella group and recognised for their talent. Chloe had managed to push the “feelings” away and focus on her friendship with Beca instead but then suddenly it was just before they were going on a retreat that a tiny bundle of brunette hair rushed into her arms awkwardly, sniffling and whimpering. Beca rarely cried, and when she did she never showed her face, so Chloe wrapped her arms around her shoulder blades and cradled her against her chest.

Jesse had broken up with her. Said she didn’t really seem invested anymore which frankly, was kind of true Chloe thought because Beca never really spoke about him like she used to. So that part of the reason she suggested the retreat, to distract Beca with friendship. Then all of a sudden they were arguing and Beca nearly died and she was confessing that she really wanted to have sex with Beca because Chloe had been keeping that in for such a long time.

“You’re so weird.”

That had been annoying. Not that she was expecting Beca to say something like ‘wow I’m flattered lets go get it on in a bush while Amy sits outside doing god knows what.’ But it would have been nice. But one thing she did notice was that Beca didn’t take it badly, in fact rather jokingly instead of screaming, crying, throwing up- all situations Chloe was prepared for. So there it all started:

Plan flirt with Beca Mitchell and hopefully get it on had begun.

Beca sat in the living room, feet hooked over the back with her headphones on her ears as she read a book, humming along to some unknown tune. Chloe gazed over at her as she descended the stairs, going in to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of orange juice. Amy, Stacie and Cynthia were also in the living room, all watching some TV show that Chloe would normally be invested in but when Beca Mitchell is sitting there like that it’s not exactly easy.

She whistled to herself softly as she walked in and sat down next to Beca who looked over at her, taking off her headphones and placing them round her neck. She grinned and Chloe’s heart did a weird thing that she thankfully ignored.

“Hey guys,” Stacie spoke, twisting a medal round her fingertip that they had received about two years ago, “so you think we’ll like, be remembered, ya know, go down in history sort of thing?” And here was Chloe’s chance as she glanced at Beca would was rolling her bottom lip in between two fingers and Chloe just sort of blurted-

“We may not go down in history but I’ll go down on you Beca.”

The response was instantaneous. Fat Amy screamed dramatically and covered her ears, Cynthia looked somewhat impressed and disgusted and Stacie mentioned something about 'using that one in the future.’ Chloe looked at Beca who looked back with wide eyes and laughed nervously not realising that she was slowly sliding off the sofa.

“Beca!” Chloe couldn’t quite grab her in time and Beca tumbled to the floor with a groan, her headphones twisted round her neck. She grumbled something at Chloe, a blush still high on her cheeks and Chloe grinned apologetically.


Chloe linked her arm with Beca as they walked, in the middle of all the Bellas, a group of noise and laughter walking down the street in darkness, soft lamp lights glowing around them. Beca tensed slightly but then relaxed just as quickly, looking over at Chloe with a grin. They were all on their way back from a club, Amy at the front looking out for “someone to slap my ass and call me dingo” which was kind of unnerving.

Old Chloe would have found someone in the club and hooked up with them, flirted and batted her eyelashes until they were putty in her hands and were pushing her against walls. But this Chloe was infatuated with someone else, someone who was quietly whispering song lyrics under her breath as Chloe listened keenly. This Chloe was totally in love and lust with Beca. And it would be incredibly awkward to yell out her name instead of someone else’s if she went home with someone.

“Oh my god look!” Emily was rushing into an alleyway and Chloe saw the concern on Becas face immediately at the Aca-child’s imminent danger of going somewhere like that. Chloe rolled her eyes fondly as Beca shouted “Em be careful down there please!”

A few seconds later Emily returned from the darkness with a small ball of fur in her arms, shivering and shaking. This time it was Chloe’s turn to be concerned and she rushed forward, scooping the kitten out of Emily arms. She had always been good with animals, something calming about her was what her mother always said. So she stroked the kitten softly around its ears until it stopped shaking, emitting purrs and snuggling into Chloe’s jacket.

“Wow Chlo, you really good with animals,” Beca uttered with shock and Chloe beamed at her, stroking the cat one more. And honestly she should have just left it, she should have just stopped those awful to god pick up lines but then she was speaking involuntarily, a sultry tone breathing its way out.

“They do say I’m a cat whisperer,” she paused looking at Beca with a dirty wink, “because I know exactly what that pussy needs.”

Beca went bright red and choked on her spit, Emily looked somewhat horrified and once again Amy yelled out dramatically, screaming about toners and how they need to get a room.

Great going Chloe, she thought.

It was word vomit, the pick up lines were absolute word vomit in its most disgusting form. Chloe had far better game than this but something about Beca reduced her to a mess.

She sighed softly, pushing the wheely chair round for another slow spin as Beca sat cross legged on her bed and Amy was throwing Chloe’s hat up in the air and trying to catch it on her head.

“I’m heading over to Australia this year,” the blonde grinned and Chloe squealed congratulating her.

“That’s great Amy!” She heard Beca vaguely repeat the words and there it came, Chloe’s word vomit storming up through her body as Becas breath hitched, almost expecting it.

“Do you want to try an Australian kiss? It’s just like a French kiss but down under,” Chloe grinned and Beca groaned and Amy ran out of the room screaming.


“I feel like the trebles are beating us with all the parties their having,” Stacie groaned, laying across Becas lap as Chloe fidgeted at the sight, not quite sure about how she felt about it.

“Your boobs look great from this angle Bec,” Stacie grinned and Beca blushed, Chloe stomach churning around several times. Hurrying to distract Chloe spoke out loud, “hey let’s throw a party!” But obviously she couldn’t stop there as she looked at Beca and blurted out “and invite your pants to come on down.”

This time Beca just rolled her eyes but Stacie laughed, poking Becas cheek teasingly. “Someone’s blushing,” she sung loudly and Beca growled, crossing her arms.


Loads followed. Like when they were watching a film and Chloe leaned over in the darkness to Beca, whispering as her lips brushed her ear, “let’s play titanic. When I say iceberg you go down.”

Then came the more festive “if your left leg was Christmas and your right leg thanksgiving, can I visit between the holidays?”

Then there was the uttered line behind the curtain at one of the performances, “I’m so jealous of those pants Becs, they’re touching what I want to touch.”

Then there was the time when Chloe stubbed her toe and Beca was laughing so out came the famous, “are you my little toe because I would like to bang you on every piece of furniture I have.”


It was all too much, they kept coming out of Chloe’s mouth, comments about eating Beca like she ate her breakfast while they ate their cereal, comments about how Becas bed was great but she would rather her be in Chloe’s, they were all as cringy and dirty as the last.

Chloe sighed, walking down the sidewalk at night as she headed towards the bella house, having just left her old friends house. Her trainers squeaked against the pavement and she ran her fingers through her hair, noticing that all the lights in the Bella house was off. That was odd, she knew it was the early hours of the morning but at least a few of the Bellas were usually up. She knew Cynthia was visiting Hayley for a week, and Emily had left to go on a weekend spa holiday with her mum and Stacie had a date with her friends with benefits guy so she would be out overnight. But the rest should be in there. Especially Beca because Beca was always awake, mixing until the stupid hours before she fell asleep at her laptop.

Chloe frowned, pushing the key into the lock and opening the door, opening it up. The house was completely silent and she looked round a few times, confused. She walked into the kitchen and filled a glass of water, drinking it down before washing the glass and heading up the stairs. She called out softly but there was no reply so she headed to her room, poking her head round each door and finding it empty. She even looked in Becas room and there was nobody there, she knew Amy was probably at bumpers but where was Beca?

Chloe just shrugged and went to her own room, pushing open the door and being engulfed in darkness. She frowned once again and turned to find the light switch, sliding her hand across the wall as she found it, flicking it on. She turned round, just about to collapse onto her bed when she stopped short, her mouth gaping open and eyes widening almost comically.

Her wheely chair spun round much like when villains were revealed in movies and there in it sat Beca. She sat casually, arms spread out over the chair with her legs folded. Her curls fell down her shoulders and Chloe gaped as she raked her eyes down Becas form. Beca was wearing nothing but one of Chloe’s shirts, the top few buttons left open to reveal her cleavage. Chloe gulped as Beca smirked at her, twirling a piece of hair round her finger.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been having a slight problem lately Chlo.” Chloe blinked once as Beca stood and walked over to her, pressing her body against hers and wrapping her arms round Chloe’s neck. She leaned in and placed her lips near Chloe’s ear, nibbling slightly before whispering slowly.

“But I think I’ve got better uses for that mouth of yours.”


So part 2 anyone? ;)

When You’re Gone

I wanted to do something a little different so I wrote Bechloe! And it features their lovely future aca-child, Emily :)

Imagine your OTP sending their kid(s) off to camp. Who gives them a hug before they go? Who pesters the kid to make sure they’ve packed absolutely everything they need? Who cries when they leave? Who worries about them after they’ve gone?

“Em, seriously?” Beca sighed as she leaned down to pick up yet another abandoned t-shirt, the brunette easily folding it with a roll of her eyes. “Little dude, you’re going to a music camp, you don’t need to look all fancy.”

“It’s a big deal, Mom,” Emily huffed as she poked her head from her closet, her brows furrowing as she looked at the woman. “I-It’s nine days of intense vocal training, insane choreographed routines, and more cardio then Aunt Aubrey could dream of.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Beca chuckled. “So I’ve heard.”

“Emily,” Chloe called as she walked into her daughter’s bedroom, her brows dipping as she looked around the destroyed bedroom. “Sweetheart, what are you doing? We’ve gotta leave for the airport in fifteen minutes.”

“I’m looking for the shirt Aunt Stacie bought me, it’s good luck.” Emily mumbled as she dove back into the closet, materials flying over her head as she dug through her things. “I can’t leave without it.”

“Em, I packed that three days go,” Chloe reminded her with a shake of her head as she moved to collect the thrown shirts and shorts. “Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of. I promise. Go get your shoes on, okay?”

Emily stood from the closet and frowned slightly before giving a small nod as she lumbered out of the room, her rapidly growing form stumbling before she turned to shoot her mothers a lopsided grin before vanishing.

“I think somebody is a little nervous,” Beca noted as she looked to her wife a look of amusement, Chloe snorting before nodding in agreement. “I don’t think she’s the only one though…”

Chloe paused, “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve packed and repacked her suitcase four times, you’ve called Cynthia Rose at least eight times to ask her questions about the camp, and I heard you sneak out of bed last night.” Beca smirked. “You’re freaking out, aren’t you?”

“She’s going to be across the country, Beca!” Chloe exclaimed, her cheeks darkening to match the color of her hair. “I think that warrants a little bit of a freak out. She’s only thirteen. Are you sure she’s ready for this?”

“What? Chlo, of course she is. She’s been counting down the days.” Beca scoffed as she moved towards the redhead, twining her arms around her trim waist. “You and I have been counting them down too, remember?”

“No, you’ve been counting them down,” Chloe mumbled with a roll of her eyes.

“Hey, I’m gonna miss the kid like crazy but it’ll be nice to have some time with my wife.” Beca shrugged, Chloe rolling her eyes before dropping a kiss to her lips. “She’s going to be okay, she’ll have a great time.”

“She may have a great time, but it’s going to be weird not having her around,” Chloe noted with a small, defeated sigh. “She’s gone to sleep away camp, but that was only for two days. This is almost two weeks.”

Beca smiled sympathetically before giving Chloe a small squeeze, “She’s gonna do great, alright? Cynthia Rose will keep an eye on her and in eleven days she’ll be right back here where she belongs.”

Chloe hesitated before finally smiling softly, “You’re right.”

“Haven’t you learned that I’m always right, Mrs. Mitchell?” Beca teased.


The whirl of the tires cruised easily through the familiar streets of LA, Chloe glancing towards her wife who was focusing on the road while shooting occasional glances towards the rearview mirror to steal glances of their daughter.

Chloe could see the dread flickering over Beca’s face as they neared the airport and she couldn’t help but bask in the fact that she wasn’t the only one terrified by the idea of shipping Emily off to New York.

“You packed a few sweaters, right?” Beca asked as she reached out to turn down the radio, her mix falling away to background noise. “And did you bring your phone charger? Your mom and I expect a call at least once a day.”

“Mom, I already went through the check list with ma,” Emily whined with a slight pout. “Ma packed me a few sweaters, an extra phone charger, and a new battery in case the one in my phone mysteriously stops working.”

“You can’t be too prepared.” Chloe shrugged once she caught sight of Beca’s amused smile. “I want to make sure that she has everything.”

“I’m going to be fine,” Emily sighed as she gave a dramatic roll of her eyes. “I’m gonna be with hundreds of other kids so if my phone somehow stops working then I’ll be able to use theirs. Plus, Jake is gonna be there.”

“Jake?” Beca snorted. “Is that supposed to comfort me?”

“Beca,” Chloe said, the warning clear in her tone as she shot her wife a glare causing the woman to release a long sigh before tightening her fist around the steering wheel. “I’m glad that Jake is going to be there, Em.”

Beca couldn’t help but shake her head at the idea of Stacie and Aubrey’s son being with her daughter for two weeks; it was bad enough his hormones had led him to kiss Emily last month, but the idea of them alone together terrified her.

“You just make sure to remind that kid that I will know if anything happens,” Beca grumbled as she turned into the airport. “I expect him to keep his hands to himself and his lips better stay far, far away from yours.”

“Mom,” Emily whined, a blush brightening her cheeks.

“Leave her alone.” Chloe scolded as Beca drove into the parking lot, the brunette pouting slightly as she pulled to a stop before the pair glanced towards their daughter. “You ready to go, baby?”

Emily beamed before nodding happily, “So ready.”


Beca glanced over her shoulder to watch as Stacie and Aubrey fussed over their fourteen-year-old son, the woman rolling her eyes before she turned to catch sight of her wife doing the same with Emily.

Chloe licked her thumb before smudging it across a supposed stain on Emily’s cheek, the teenager whining as she shoved at her mother’s hand while cringing away as the redhead reached for her once more.

“Ma, stop!”

“I think you missed a spot, Chlo.” Beca smirked as she moved towards the pair before licking her own thumb and playfully rubbing at one of Emily’s cheeks. “Jeez, Em, when was the last time you took a bath?”

“Apparently right now,” Emily mumbled as she swatted at both Beca and Chloe’s hands before narrowing her eyes at the pair. “Can you two stop already? It’s gonna be great. Like, super great. It’ll be fun.”

“For what I paid, it better be the best time you’ve ever had.” Beca scoffed before grunting as Chloe’s elbow made contact with her side, the brunette rubbing at her aching ribs. “I’m just kidding!”

“Just remember that you’re perfect the way you are,” Chloe ordered as she fidgeted with the lapels of Emily’s jacket, the woman clearing her throat. “Don’t let anyone tell you different, okay? You have so much talent to offer, Em.”

“Thanks, Ma.” Emily whispered as she wrapped her arms around Chloe, the taller woman falling into her daughter’s embrace as she pressed a loving kiss to her head. “You gonna be okay without me?”

“Okay? Ha. She’s going to fall apart.” Beca teased.

“Would you like another elbow to the ribs, babe?” Chloe asked in a sickeningly sweet tone, the woman drawing away from her daughter as she glared towards her frowning wife. “That’s what I thought.”

“Your mom is right though, you’re gonna be the most talented there. Don’t let a single nerd tell you that you’re not.” Beca ordered as she stepped towards her daughter, her arms curling around her lanky form.

Beca swallowed hard when she felt Emily’s arms twine easily around her body, the brunette releasing a shuddering sigh as she squeezed her eyes shut; apparently sending her daughter off to New York was harder than she had planned for it to be.

Squeezing the teenager to her, Beca tried to remind herself that it was only eleven days and then her kid would be back in the safety of her home; releasing Emily, Beca stepped back and forced a smile.

“Be good, alright?” Chloe murmured as she brushed a strand of her daughter’s hair from her face, cupping a hand under her chin. “Remember your manners and treat everyone with respect, even if they don’t show you any. Be the bigger person.”

“I know, Ma.” Emily sighed.

“And remember that we love you, okay?” Chloe added in after a beat of silence, the redhead dropping continuous kisses to Emily’s forehead till she whined in annoyance. “We’re going to miss you so much.”

“I’ll miss you guys too,” Emily assured them with a lopsided smile before she noticed Jake making his way towards him, the brunette scooping up her luggage. “Try not to miss me too much, okay?”

“It’ll be a struggle, but we’ll make do.” Beca chuckled. “We love you, Em.”

“Love you guys.” Emily chirped.

Chloe whimpered as she stepped forward to gather her daughter in one last bone crushing hug before the teenager squirmed her way free and followed behind Jake, Aubrey and Stacie joining the couple as they watched their kids walk away.

Emily paused a few feet away and glanced over her shoulder, Beca lifting her hand for a small wave before the teenager gave a nod and once again turned to walk towards the security area where both she and Jake disappeared.

“Do you think it’d be weird for us to show up at the camp tomorrow? Maybe Cynthia Rose could use some help?” Stacie suggested as she glanced towards her wife with a hopeful expression, Aubrey lifting an eyebrow slowly. “No?”

“He needs some space, this will be good for him.” Aubrey assured the woman as she rubbed comfortingly at the brunette’s back before looking to Chloe and Beca. “At least we have two more at home to keep us occupied.”

“Hey, Emily is definitely enough for us. More than enough.” Beca scoffed with a quick shrug of her shoulders before folding her arms over her chest. “Let’s be honest, no kid is gonna be able to top her. She’s perfect.”

“I miss her.” Chloe whispered, her lower lip quivering.

Beca chuckled softly as she looked to her wife and caught sight of her tearfilled blue eyes, the brunette reaching out to intertwine their fingers before giving her hand a small squeeze as she looked back to Aubrey.

“Think we can borrow one of your kids for a few days?” Beca asked.


“I wish parents could actually go out and see them perform on the last night,” Beca muttered as she stripped back her bedsheets. “It’s kind of weird that we’re not allowed, right? We should talk to CR about that.”

“Becs, we get a DVD of the performance,” Chloe reminded her as she walked from the bathroom with her toothbrush in her hand. “Cynthia Rose said it puts too much pressure on the kids for parents to fly out to see them perform.”

“I think it’s lame. Maybe I want to make my kid nervous. She needs to be at top of her game at all times.” Beca smirked before catching Chloe’s stare, the older woman arching an eyebrow at her. “Kidding.”

“She’s going to be fine,” Chloe assured her as she tucked her toothbrush into her mouth.

“Says you.” Beca grumbled. “The longest she’s been away from us is four days, Chlo. What if she gets scared or upset? It’s not like we’re going to be able to be there to comfort her, we’re thousands of miles away.”

“Beca,” Chloe sighed, her words muffled by her toothpaste. “She’ll be okay.”

“Weren’t you crying earlier today about her leaving?” Beca pointed out as she dropped onto the bed, the brunette tucking her legs under the comforter. “I’m just saying, we’re far away from her and it’s weird.”

Chloe rolled her eyes before turning to walk back towards the bathroom, Beca laying back in bed and twiddling her thumbs as she stared at the bathroom doorway before her wife appeared with a small smile.

“You’re so cute when you worry.” Chloe teased as she pressed a knee to the bed before leaning over to drop a kiss to Beca’s forehead, lingering for a moment. “Our daughter is going to be so wrapped up in music that she won’t have time to miss us.”

“Well, that’s not a very comforting thought.” Beca scoffed.

Giggling, Chloe scrambled into the bedsheets before her phone chirped, the redhead reaching for her iPhone and grinning happily as she opened the picture message that her daughter had sent her.

“Moms, having a great time already. Miss and love you.” Chloe recited.

“Lemme see.” Beca ordered as she reached for the phone.

Beca chuckled at the sight of her daughter smiling brightly from her place in front of the building she would be stuck in for the next ten days; it warmed her heart to see the excitement sparkling in Emily’s eyes, the happiness clear on her face.

“She looks so happy.” Beca noted.

“She is. She’s wanted to do this for a long time.” Chloe reminded her as she pulled the phone from Beca’s grasp before typing out a reply to their daughter. “She’s going to do great, and she’s going to have an awesome time.”

“I still miss her.” Beca sighed.

“I miss her, too.” Chloe assured her as she set her phone on her bedside table before laying back in bed, snuggling closer to her wife. “Just eleven days and she’ll be back. We can do that, right?”

“I’d say yes, but I think I’d be lying.” Beca chuckled as she rolled into Chloe’s embrace, nudging their noses together. “You know, it’s not too late, we can take that trip to New York that you’ve been…”

“Goodnight, Beca.” Chloe giggled.

“Okay. Fine. I get it.” Beca grumbled, silence surrounding them for a beat. “We should call Cynthia Rose tomorrow.”

“No.” Chloe yawned.

“…what if we FaceTimed her tomorrow?” Beca offered.

“We’ll see.”

“We’ll see? I can live with that.” Beca nodded as she settled back against her pillows, Chloe’s head tucking comfortably underneath her chin as the brunette smiled lightly. “Goodnight, Chlo.”

Skype Hijack

I was just gonna post the link but everything’s being stupid so here’s the whole thing.

The first time it happened it was a coincidence. Beca had come into their room and asked Chloe if she could go with her to listen to a mix she wanted to use for regionals. She must have forgotten about her weekly call with Aubrey, but she left her computer on her bed, on and unlocked. When the incoming skype call ringtone started, interrupting Stacie’s homework, she stood up and walked over to Chloe’s bed to shut off her laptop, her hand hovering over the keys when she saw who it was.

She sat down on the bed and accepted the call, smiling when Aubrey’s face appeared on the screen.


“Hi.” Aubrey looked surprised and a bit confused, but she managed to smile. “You’re not Chloe.”

“That is correct.” Stacie smirked. “Beca needed her to listen to a mix so she left, I’m sure she’ll be right back. How have you been?”

“I’m fine, thanks. How’s school?”

Stacie exhaled dramatically. “Hard. I’m taking way too many classes this semester.”

“You’re smart, you’ll figure it out. You always do.”

“But I don’t have anyone who’s willing to sit in the library with me after practice anymore.” Stacie pouted.

Aubrey chuckled. “I miss you too.”

Stacie couldn’t control the huge smile that took over her face. “You should come visit more often, you’d miss me a lot less.”

Aubrey rolled her eyes but she was still smiling. “I’ll think about it.”

The door slammed open and Chloe rushed back in. “Did I miss Aubrey?”

“Nope, I was keeping her entertained. I hope.” Stacie waved her fingers. “Bye, Bree. Come visit us.”

Stacie got up, letting Chloe take her spot and went back to her own bed, throwing one wistful look at the computer before going back to studying.

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Prompt: Hey! I adore your writing! I was wondering if you’re still taking mini prompts? If so, could you do something with Chloe getting her super pink lipstick all over Beca during a makeout session? And then Beca seeking it or someone else seeing it and just the reactions? 

I feel like this anon definitely gets what brand of trash writer they’re dealing with here, so A+ kudos. I went with the idea of an established Bechloe that’s still trying to keep things quiet because Beca doesn’t want to cause drama and wants to do everything on her terms because she’s a tiny, idiotic, control freak. Hope you like it. 

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For the anon who asked for a bit of Louis’ POV in Roots and for @littlechilllarrie who has a birthday coming up next week and loved this particular part.

“Harry, hey,” Louis whispers.

Harry nods against Louis’ neck, not saying anything.

“We fucking forgot to buy the mugs.”

He bursts out laughing at that, stepping back, letting his hands fall to his sides uselessly. “I know. You distracted me and I totally forgot.”

Louis bites at his bottom lip, smile bright. “That makes two of us.”

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anonymous asked:

A Cinderella story - Chloe has a crush on beca . Beca has no clue and is dating Jessica . Chloe is a nerd and beca is popular . One night Chloe goes to the dance and has a night she can't forget .

To say Beca Mitchell was a princess at their school was an understatement.

People often referred to Beca as the “Prince of Barden” because society is fucked up and men will always be seen as superior to women because men are jackasses, thus proving the argument that prince was more powerful than princess.

Beca Mitchell had sick beats, a badass image, and a large platform of sex appeal.

(So why was she dating Jessica, the ‘it’ girl and sweetheart?)

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Request: Reader and Cas have unexpressed feelings for one another. Reader has joined a theater group and is playing Christine in “The Phantom of the Opera.” She keeps it from Team Free Will because she figures they (or at least Dean) will think musical theater is stupid. (How much or if they know about her singing abilities is up to you.) They find out and come to a performance. Cas, while impressed with how well she did, is jealous that Reader is kissing another guy up on stage. This somehow comes out. Cue lots of innocent fluff and admission of feelings! No swearing or “OMG” from the reader, please. Also, keep it as innocent as possible; kissing and cuddling are great, but that’s it. Prefer if Cas makes the 1st move romantically, but OK if not. THANKS

Request: Happy Monday! Could you write a oneshot where the reader has a gap between her front teeth and a big nose. But she likes castiel and do something cute! And cuddling? Love you thanks!

Request: Can you do one where Cas asks Sam and Dean for advice on how to flirt with you and they tease ya’ll about it and push you together and the reader is embarrassed because she really likes Cas?

A/N: I know nothing about Phantom of the Opera, so I basically skimmed wikipedia. Sorry for any mistakes!

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“It’s too late.” Beca grumbled as she stared longingly at her best friend from across the living room. The Bellas were scattered across the living room chit chatting as music played in the back ground. The redhead was currently talking to Stacie with a wide smile on her face and a yellow cup in hand.

“No it’s not.” Amy countered.

Beca tore her gaze from the ginger to look at the blonde next to her. Amy had known about her crush on Chloe way before Beca had even come to the conclusion. It was only after she broke up with Jesse that the blonde helped Beca opened her eyes to her repressed feelings.

“She spent so much time waiting for me and I always ignored her advances.” Beca said with a sigh.

“I swear shawshank if you don’t talk to redhead…” Amy made a wild gesture with her hands and Beca could only frown in return. She did not know what exactly she was being threatened with but knowing the Australian she was not going to risk finding out.

“Fine.” She muttered hoping it would make her friend back off for a while.

“Now.” Amy ordered loudly with wide eyes.

“In a few minutes.” Beca replied as she took a step back.

“Stacie!” Amy hollered across the room.

The girl turned and exchanged a knowing glance. A mischievous smile covered Stacie’s face as she grabbed Chloe who yelped as she was carried and thrown into the nearby closet.

Beca did not get a chance to react before a pair of string arms were wrapped around her and she was lifted off the floor.

“Hey what are you doing? Put me down Amy!” She protested as she struggled fruitlessly while she was being carried toward the same closet. The door was opened, she was thrown in and the door closed quickly.

“Amy, Stacie, open this door right now!” She shouted as she banged her fist against the door.

“Beca?” She heard Chloe call from behind her. She could not see the girl in account that it was dark in the closet.

“Yeah.” She affirmed her presence as she turned to where she guessed the girl was.

“Why are we in here?” Chloe asked curiously.

“You know why shortstack?” She heard Amy yell from the other side. She glared at door even though the Australian could not see her.

“Get on with it or you’ll be in there all night.” Stacie ordered. She heard footsteps walking away and sighed knowing she could not put this off any longer. She wracked her brain for ways to approach the situation but everything seemed terrible and her nerves weren’t helping at all.

She reached out and grabbed Chloe’s arm. The girl didn’t pull back as she slid her hand down to Chloe’s own. She moved Chloe’s hand towards her sweater and placed it there.

“Feel my sweater?” She asked timidly.

Chloe laughed and Beca tensed. “Beca, that’s your boob.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” Beca apologized as she took a step and was pressed against the door. Chloe’s hand dropped and she felt her breath quickened, she was going to mess up her only chance.

She took a deep breath before trying something else. “Is your body from McDonald’s?”

“Excuse me?” She heard Chloe reply with an offended tone. She could only imagine the redhead, arms cross and a glare on her face.

“Because ‘I’m loving it’.” She stuttered unsurely.

“What are you doing?” Chloe asked but there was no anger in her voice.

Beca groaned and passed her fingers through her hair in frustration. She could only wonder how the hell Chloe made it look so easy. “I’m flirting with you.”

Silence. She really wished there was a light in the room so she could see Chloe’s reaction because at the moment she just wanted the earth to swallow her whole.

“Chlo-” The words died in her throat, a body crashed against her, pressing her onto the door and she felt a pair of lips on her face. The lips quickly moved and found her own. She closed her eyes and responded, lips moving fervently. She felt elation and the butterflies in her stomach didn’t make her feel like she was drowning.

Finally they separated and Beca was left breathless. Her chest was heaving and she could feel her face burning. There was smile on her face and she noticed her hands were now gripping Chloe’s waist.

She felt Chloe’s lips ghost over her ear, “Took you long enough.”

anonymous asked:

Chrissie just said that Chloe had her own room, so bechloe prompt? Beca constantly hangs out there and has clothes there and stuff and Bella's joke and say just move in her room already

Beca likes Amy, don’t think she doesn’t. It’s just that whenever she needed silence and peace around her to be able to mix, Amy would be rambling on about how she did enough cardio for the day with four different guys and didn’t need the exercise round the Bellas always did at night. Sometimes she even gave specific details about what exactly she had done with her lovers, and Beca’s headphones couldn’t be turned up loud enough to drown out what she was telling, because images already made its way onto Beca’s eyes.

So that’s what the reason was at first.

Chloe was the only Bella who had a room to herself, no one had any business coming in there. Chloe herself wasn’t even in there a lot, some days only to spend the night in her bed, so it was the perfect hide-away spot for Beca. Chloe’s room was the only place in the Bellas House where it was quiet and nobody around to poison her mind with gruesome, sexually tainted images. But through the years, the room at the top of the house hadn’t just been used by Beca to escape to and to work in peace. 

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: beca asks for a room of her own rather than sharing with chloe because: "you don't know what personal space is Chloe and i'd like to sleep without you practically on top of me!" But ends up going into chloe's room later that night cause she can't sleep. -hospital anon

Picking housing arrangements for the Bellas turned out, unsurprisingly, to be quite the ordeal.

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