made by bec


If I didn’t understand I was being asked to be best man, it is because I never expected to be anybody’s best friend. Certainly not the best friend of the bravest and kindest and wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing.

Love is Easier Done Than Said

So this is kinda, sorta a sequel to Love Has No Labels. Tell me what you think!


Chloe blearily opened one eye at the sound of her phone buzzing across her nightstand, the screen facing up so it lit up the room. Groaning, she grabbed it and swiped her thumb across the screen. “Hello?”


“Beca?” Instantly, Chloe was more alert, sliding up to sit against her headboard. “Hon, is something wrong? Are you hurt?”

“No…no. Nothing like that.” A hiccup followed the statement, and judging by the slight slur to her words, Beca had been drinking. A lot. Chloe frowned. “I just – if I don’t get this off my chest now then I’m not gonna and I don’t like that idea.”

“Beca, where are you right now? Where’s Bree and Jesse?” Chloe knew their friends would never let Beca get into trouble, but still, that she was in this state made her worry.

“They’re sleeping. Bree will probably be up soon. And then she’ll kill me, but I don’t care.”

“Where are you?”

“On the fire escape. Watching the moon set.”

Chloe’s frown deepened. “Have you slept at all?”

“Tried. Couldn’t.”

“What’s wrong?” Because something had to be; Beca doesn’t drunkenly call people, she’d always been sensible about that kind of thing.

“Nothing, I swear. I just….” For the slur in her voice, Beca was remarkably coherent, which meant she was serious about whatever it was. Chloe’s stomach tightened. “I just … I had to hear you voice. I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Whatever Chloe was expecting, it wasn’t that, but it filled her with warmth and made her chuckle. “Bec, you’ll be home in two days.”

“I know, but like … I need to talk to you anyways. Hearing your voice and your laugh is just really nice.”

Chloe smiled. “You’re sweet, Beca.” She paused. “What do you need to talk about?”

Beca actually stopped breathing for a moment; then she inhaled sharply and Chloe breathed, too. “Ugh, this is harder than I thought. A lot scarier.” She laughed, dryly; her voice sounded musky over the phone. “It definitely took a lot more liquid courage than I thought. Sorry for that.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for that.” And she didn’t; Chloe knew what it was like to need a little liquid courage herself.

Like the last party the Bellas had that few can remember, but during which Chloe had downed half a bottle of tequila and done Jesus knows what. Stacie had pictures still; she claimed she was holding them for blackmail.

Mentally shaking herself, she focused on Beca’s voice through the phone.

“No,” Beca said after a moment, “I think I do. Because I’m not a coward, Chloe. I don’t act like this.”

“You can be scared and not be a coward.”

“I shouldn’t be afraid to tell you I love you, though. That shouldn’t be scary. ”

Chloe froze. “You always tell me you love me, Bec.”

“You know I don’t mean it like that, Chloe. You know.” There was a muffled sigh, filled with frustration. “God, it’s never been like this. I love you, Chloe. Like, love you love you. Everything about you. Your hair. Your laugh. Your eyes. God, you eyes could kill me. And that fucking thing that you do when you scrunch your nose up at me – fucking adorable. I’ve been thinking about this shit for days,” she added, sensing Chloe opening her mouth to interrupt. “And I’m serious. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my whole life.”

Chloe closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath. She heard what Beca was saying, but she was terrified to believe them. “Beca, you’re drunk,” she said softly.

“I’ve been sober this whole trip,” Beca retorted. “I love you, Chloe, and I think I might have for a long time. Probably since college. I was too stupid to see it and now things make sense and I – I’m probably gonna wake up later and be traumatized but I don’t care. I need you to know. I’m so serious I probably look like Kristen Stewart right now.” Chloe laughed softly. “I had to tell you before I came home. You have to know. I suck at this stuff but just because I’m drinking doesn’t mean it’s not true. I’m in love with you.”

“Beca?” Chloe heard Aubrey’s voice through the phone. “Beca, what are you doing out here so early?”

“Talking to Chlo,” Beca mumbled. “Had to tell her. She’s gotta know.”

“Well, I agree, but how about we talk to Chloe when she’s a little more awake. Here, give me this. And the phone. Don’t you argue with me, I’ll make you run laps in the house, drink or not.” Chloe snickered. “All right, that’s it, let’s get you in the shower and then off to bed, you have to be ready for that meeting today at four.” After another minute, Aubrey’s voice came out clearer over the line. “Sorry, Chlo, I didn’t realize she was actually gonna wake you.”

“It’s fine.”

Aubrey missed a few beats. Then: “Hey, uh, Beca’s really been thinking,” she said hesitantly. “Don’t blow her off, okay? She’s really trying to get this right.”

Chloe hesitated too. “D'you think she means it?”

“D'you think she’d be in my house if I didn’t?” Aubrey chuckled, then her voice softened. “Go back to bed, Chlo. I’ve got things tied down here.”

“Like I can sleep like this,” Chloe muttered.

“I know, and I know how you feel about her, too. But we both know how she is. Let her come to you.”

Chloe smiled again. “Thanks, Bree.”

“Anytime. Now go to bed, I have a midget to take care of.”

[160326] all black sehun and pink bambi junmyeon at the airport

being all smily

wrapping arms around each other

sehun looks so happy

and junmyeon too

the way they look in each other’s eyes while being all happy

i think i don’t have to say anything more ಥ_ಥ

ichimui  asked:

Am I the only one who imagines your Plushtrap with Peridot's voice? I mean it's so hard not to bc they're both small and green and (as far as i've seen) calculating? still tho your Plushtrap is super adorable, i lov~ ;v;

The first Peridot line that popped into my head: