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Christmas With The Septiceyes: Chapter 1

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Chase was leaning against the kitchen wall, smiling to himself. The smell of baking cookies filled the air and the laughter of his kids could be heard from outside. Chase adored Christmas, everything about made him happy. The food, the family, Christmas simply had a way of bringing everyone together.
Chase had volunteered to host a Christmas Eve party for his family and the other egos, and so far, it was going quite well. Jackaboy man was “expertly” dodging his kids snowballs outside while Marvin sat by the fire, practicing card tricks for later that night. The doctor hadn’t shown up yet. Chase chuckled. The doctor always had a knack for being fashionably late.
He was startled out of his daydream by a knock on the door.
‘Probably doc,’ Chase thought to himself.
He strolled over to open the door, and opened it. His smile dropped quickly when he saw that it wasn’t the doctor.
Chase saw a little bit of color come into the demons face, probably from embarrassment.
“I, uh,” Chase muttered, “I didn’t think you would actually…”
“Show up?”
Chase nodded. Anti sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Well, figured there’s no point stayin’ home by myself and…”
Chase smiled sympathetically.
“It’s alright dude,” he replied, “Come inside though, you’re still wearing a tee shirt while it’s snowing.”
Anti gave a small, forced smile and stepped inside.
A woman’s voice called from the opposite room. Chase jumped slightly and whipped around.
“Yeah, Stace?”
“Cookies are done, goofball,” Stacy replied, “They’re gonna burn.”
Chase apologized and rushed to the kitchen. Anti followed slowly. He had never been to Chase’s house before, so he had to follow him.
Anti arrived in the kitchen a few moments after Chase to see him and Stacy talking. When Stacy noticed him, she looked questioningly at Chase. Before he could say anything, she pulled him into the hallway.

“What are you, nuts?!” Stacy whisper yelled at Chase, “You let him come?!”

“What was I supposed to do, turn him down?” Chase answered, “He was by himself in the goddamn void, Stace.”

Stacy huffed.
“Fine. Fine. But if he lays a hand on the kids, he’s out!”
Chase nodded in agreement as they walked quickly back to the kitchen. Stacy walked out of the kitchen into the living room, hugging the side of the doorway opposite of Anti. Anti turned around to look at her walking away as Chase strolled next to him.

“I’m gonna be a problem, ain’t I?”

Don’t Leave Me Here (In This House of Wolves)

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: It’s been weeks now since your boyfriend, Gerard, and his bandmates locked themselves inside the Paramour Mansion to work on their eagerly anticipated third album. You can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong with Gerard, so you decide to visit the mansion yourself to make sure all is well. What you find only makes you more worried. Written for the Black Parade tenth anniversary (tho I’m posting it a day late ^^;)

It had been a few weeks since your boyfriend Gerard announced that he and his band were moving into the Paramour Mansion. He said that the label thought it would be good inspiration for the album he and the guys had been working on since Warped Tour ended. You wanted the making of this album to be a success, but, honestly, you missed him. You knew you weren’t supposed to go bother him while he was working, but he’d stopped returning your calls, and you were getting worried about him. So, you decided to drive up to the mansion yourself, and see how he was doing.

From the moment you drove up to the front gates, you couldn’t help but notice how creepy the place was. It did fit Gerard’s Gothic vibes perfectly, you had to admit – but, something about it also unsettled you. You couldn’t shake the vague feelings of anxiety as you walked up the driveway and rang the doorbell.

Gerard answered the door, and you were distressed to see how haggard he looked. He had dark circles around his eyes, and he looked even paler than usual. He was wearing a ratty pair of pajama pants that looked like they hadn’t been washed in days.

“……Baby?” Gerard said in a weak voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you,” you explained, pulling him into your arms immediately. He collapsed into them, like he was going to fall asleep right there in the doorway. “And I’m glad I did, because you look like hell, Gee.”

“……I’m sorry,” Gerard muttered, leading you into the foyer.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” you frowned, tenderly brushing his hair out of his face and wiping a spot of dirt off his cheek. “I mean, of course you’re always a cutie pie, Gerard, but you don’t look healthy.”

Gerard kissed your cheek, seeming relieved that you were here. “I missed you,” he confessed.

“I missed you, too,” you replied, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Hey, Gerard!” you heard Bob’s voice echoing from down the hall as he approached.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” the ginger drummer added when he saw you.

“Hi, Bob,” you waved.

“Gerard, did you fill the bathtub upstairs?” Bob wondered.

“Uh, no?” Gerard answered, seeming confused.

“Well, Frank and Ray said they didn’t either,” Bob explained, looking spooked. “And I sure as hell didn’t. Just like I didn’t open that door last night. I swear to God, dude, this place is haunted.”

“Haunted?” you repeated, surprised.

“There are some rumors about this place,” Gerard shrugged.

“Do you actually believe them?” you asked.

“Mikey swears he saw some shit,” Gerard revealed.

“Where is Mikey?” you asked curiously. “I haven’t seen him in a while, either. I want to say hello.”

Gerard and Bob grew quiet, which made you nervous.

“….I’ll let you tell her,” Bob said finally, and walked away. After he’d disappeared down the hall, you looked at Gerard, waiting for an explanation.

“Mikey’s…..gone,” Gerard said simply.

“What do you mean, ‘gone’?” you asked, alarmed.

“He couldn’t deal with this place,” Gerard explained. “And I don’t blame him – he got so creeped out that he’d started sleeping in my room. The energy in this place was just fucking with his head. He had to go.”

“Where is he now?” you demanded.

“He’s with Stacy,” Gerard replied. “You know Stacy, right? Our lawyer friend?”

“Of course I know Stacy,” you snapped. “But, Gerard, oh my god, if things were getting so serious that Mikey freaked out and left in the middle of recording this album, why didn’t you call me and let me know what was going on?”

“I wanted to,” Gerard said apologetically. “But, I’ve just been so tired, and….well, you know I have depression, of course.”

“I know,” you said, taking Gerard’s hand gently. He’d “come out” to you as mentally ill a few months into your relationship.

“Well, I don’t know what it is, but I feel like this house is making my depression worse,” Gerard confessed. “Sometimes, I get so stressed out, thinking about how we’re going to finish this record, and if anyone will even get it, and sometimes I just want to go crawl into the bottom of the pool in the yard and just lay there until I can’t breathe and can’t worry about this goddamn album anymore.”

“Don’t talk like that,” you said, squeezing his hand. Your heart was suddenly filled with worry for him.

“I won’t do it, baby,” Gerard promised. “I’m not going to actually do it, I’m just…..always in such a dark mindset lately. But, I think I need to be. The album is very dark, and it deals a lot with death, and so I kind of have to be in that headspace while we’re working.”

“You don’t have to,” you protested. “Gerard, you don’t have to destroy your psychological health to make this record, ok? You don’t owe the fans, or the label, or anyone, that.”

“I guess I just don’t know how to do things halfway,” Gerard admitted. “I get obsessive when I’m trying to create something. I’ve done that with every album I’ve made, and even with my comic books, too. I lock myself up with this…..concept, no matter what it does to me,  and I don’t leave until it’s finished.”

“Well, too bad,” you decided, “because we are leaving.”

“Wait, what?” Gerard blinked.

“I’m getting you out of this house,” you said insistently. “Just for a little while. You need a break, Gerard.”

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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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Bechloe Week Day 2: Summer Camp

Summary: Beca’s a junior counselor for her first time at summer camp this year and she happens to be in love with the senior counselor of their cabin.

“Come on Beca, you have to be a junior counselor this year!” Stacie begged her best friend. “We’re too old to be campers.”

“But we’re not even gonna be in the same cabin,” Beca sighed.

“I know, but I’ve been wanting to do this since I was a little kid,” Stacie replied. “Beca it’ll be fun, come on.”

“Fine,” the shorter brunette said with a sigh.


Week 1

That’s how Beca Mitchell ended up on a bus to Camp Dixie next to her best friend who wouldn’t stop talking about the hot guys she hoped to hook up with there.

“Which counselor are you hoping for?” Stacie wondered.

“Anyone but Aubrey Posen,” Beca shuddered. “That girl gives me nightmares.”

“Isn’t she best friends with Chloe? The redhead one,” the taller girl clarified.

“Oh yeah,” Beca remembered. “She’s really pretty.”

“Oh my god I hope you get Chloe! Then you two will be spending lots of time together,” Stacie winked. “Didn’t you used to have a crush on her too?”

“Yeah when I was like 8,” Beca laughed. “I didn’t see her last year. I wonder if she’ll be back this time.”

“I really hope she is,” Stacie said, wiggling her eyebrows at the shorter girl. “You like her don’t you?”

“No, not anymore, and I really hope I don’t get her because you’re gonna be like this all summer,” Beca said, shaking her head at the taller girl.

“You know I will,” Stacie winked as she put her earbuds in. “Wake me up when we get there.”

An hour and a half later, Beca elbowed Stacie in the arm. “We’re here,” she said as she grabbed her drawstring bag from under the seat.

“Help me up,” Stacie whined tiredly as she held her hand out for Beca.

“You and your damn giraffe legs,” Beca laughed as she pulled her friend up. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” Stacie smiled as they got off the bus and got their duffle bags from the trunk.

They went to the sign in table and checked off their names before seeing which group they were in. “Ha ha you got Aubrey,” Beca whispered with a laugh. “Fuck I got Chloe,” she sighed, shaking her head.

Stacie smirked as she picked up her bag. “You know where you’re going?”

“Yep,” Beca said. “I hate that we’re on opposite ends of the cabins.”

“I know,” Stacie sighed. “Aubrey and Chloe are best friends though, they’re bound to want to sick together.”

“I guess you’re right,” Beca replied. “See you later.” She headed over to Cabin 5 and walked inside.

“Beca!” Chloe said excitedly as she walked inside.

“Hey,” Beca smiled shyly as she set her bags down. Damn, she forgot how pretty Chloe was. “It’s good to see you,” she said.

“You too,” Chloe smiled as she gave the shorter girl a hug.

“I didn’t see you around last year,” the shorter girl said.

“I know, I was preoccupied with…other stuff,” Chloe replied with a shrug. “Top bunk okay?”

“That’s great,” Beca replied as she tossed her bags up there, making a mental note to ask Chloe about it later. “So when do the campers get here?”

“In about 2 hours,” Chloe said. “Do you want to set up your stuff later and go take a walk down by the lake?”

“Sure,” Beca replied as she hopped down from the ladder.

“You’re going into your sophomore year right?” Chloe wondered.

Beca nodded. “You’re going into your freshman year of college?”

“Yep!” Chloe smiled. “Barden University.”

“Nice,” the brunette replied. “Are you excited?”

“Nervous,” Chloe laughed. “How’s high school going?”

“Good,” Beca said.

“You got a boyfriend?” Chloe wondered with a smirk.

“I’m not exactly into guys,” Beca laughed. “But I’m single.”

“Me either,” Chloe laughed. “My ex girlfriend broke up with me last spring.”

“Aw I’m sorry,” Beca said sympathetically.

“She was really awful to me at the end of our relationship,” Chloe said disappointedly as she dipped her feet into the water. “I never realized how manipulative and horrible girls could be. It was so unexpected.”

“That’s really shitty dude,” the brunette said genuinely. “Why weren’t you here last summer?”

“It’s a long story,” Chloe sighed. “I hope you don’t mind but I’m really not ready to talk about it yet.”

“Take your time,” Beca said reassuringly. “I’ll be ready to listen when you feel comfortable.”

“Thanks,” Chloe smiled. “Come in the water,” she laughed.

Beca kicked her Birkenstocks off and stepped in a little bit. “It’s cold.”

“You’re ridiculous,” the redhead laughed at Beca as she splashed a little bit on her upper legs.

“Fuck, stop!” Beca laughed as she kicked some at Chloe.

“We’re so immature, I’m surprised they even let us be counselors,” Chloe said with a laugh. “Wanna go get something to drink in the cafeteria?”

“Sure,” Beca smiled.

And they were off, already adventuring within 5 minutes of really knowing each other.


Week 2

“Are you awake?” Beca asked from the top bunk with a sigh.

“Yeah, come down here,” Chloe replied. “Bring your pillows too, I’m not sharing.”

Beca tossed her pillows under the bunk and climbed down the ladder. “I can’t sleep during storms.”

“Me either,” Chloe replied as she sat up, propping her pillows against the wall and motioning for Beca to do the same. “You okay?”

“I’m great,” Beca said seriously. “This is what I look forward to every year.”

“That’s cute,” Chloe smiled. “I love it every year but being back this year makes everything so much better.”

“Why?” Beca wondered.

“Okay so remember last week I told you my ex girlfriend was really awful to me before we broke up?”

The younger girl nodded.

“Before we broke up she told people that I was too fat to be with and then a week later when she was breaking up with me she told me had I just wasn’t her type. I wasn’t her fucking type after 3 years of dating.”

“That’s horrible,” Beca said sadly, wrapping her arms around the older girl. “I think you’re beautiful and perfect just the way you are.”

“Thank you,” Chloe said genuinely. “But anyway, that really killed my confidence and I ended up in the hospital for treatment for depression and anorexia last summer. That’s why I wasn’t here.”

“Oh my god Chloe, that’s terrible,” Beca said sadly.

“I gained a lot of weight in the last year I was with her because my grandma passed away and I was really stressed for a long time, but she was always supportive. It just messed me up so much.”

“I was gonna say it looked like you lost some weight, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Chloe replied. “You’re the first person besides Aubrey that I’ve told.”

“I won’t say a word to anyone,” Beca said seriously. “I understand what it’s like to keep a part of yourself closed off. My dad left me and my mom when I was 10 and she passed away a few years later so I had to move in with him even though he’s an alcoholic.”

“I’m sorry life has been so shitty to you,” Chloe said sadly. “It’s been rough on both of us.”

“You’re the happiest person I’ve ever met,” Beca said seriously.

“I always am here,” Chloe smiled. “Hey Beca? You think you can stay here tonight? We have to wake up before the kids anyway.”

“Yeah,” Beca nodded, resting her head on Chloe’s shoulder. “You know when we were kids I had a huge crush on you.”

“Really?” Chloe asked with a smile. “When?”

“You were like 11 and I was 8. It was my first year at camp and I was so scared so you let me lay in your bed with you, just like we are now,” Beca said softly. “It was the first and last time we were ever in a cabin together until now.”

“I remember that,” Chloe smiled. “Here, lay down,” she said softly, putting Beca’s pillows next to hers. “You seem really tense. Do you need a back rub?”

“I’m fine,” Beca replied. “Storms make me anxious.”

“I got you,” Chloe said, softly stroking the brunette’s back. “I’m right here.”

“I know, I’ll be fine,” Beca smiled. “Night Chlo.”

“Night Becs,” Chloe replied with a smile.


Week 3

“Beca why are you in Chloe’s bed?” An 11 year old camper named Charlotte asked when she woke the brunette up.

“We were just talking and we fell asleep, what’s up,” Beca wondered.

“There’s a spider,” Charlotte said anxiously as she clung to Beca’s arm.

“Oh god,” Beca said in fear. “Chloe wake up, there’s a spider.”

“Where?” Chloe asked as she rubbed her eyes.

“On the wall by the door,” Charlotte said.

“Oh that little thing,” Chloe laughed, smacking the spider with her shoe.

“Beca said you guys were talking and you fell asleep in your bed,” Charlotte said.

“Yeah we do that a lot,” Chloe admitted with a laugh. “Plus it was storming and Beca’s-”

“I’m not afraid of storms,” Beca said quickly. “Just go to bed Charlotte, its late.”

“Okay, thanks Chloe,” the girl said before walking across the cabin to her bed.

Beca began to climb up the ladder when Chloe grabbed her hand. “Just stay here, I’m cold.”

Beca smiled and crawled back into Chloe’s bed. “My little spider killing hero,” she laughed.

“That’s what I am,” Chloe smirked. “We have to be up in an hour to go help with breakfast,” she sighed.

“I’ll go get us coffee and we can just stay up,” Beca suggested.

“That sounds amazing,” Chloe smiled. “I’ll be on the porch.”

Beca went off to the cafeteria to get coffee for them and found Aubrey in there with the same idea. “Hey Bree,” she smiled as she got two mugs out.

“Hi Beca,” Aubrey smiled. “Can’t sleep either?”

“No, we were awoken because there was a spider,” Beca said with a laugh. “We figured it’d be best not to fall asleep again.”

Aubrey nodded. “You guys got breakfast duty?”

“Yeah,” the brunette replied.

“This isn’t my place to say anything but Chloe’s my best friend and her happiness is so important to me, especially after all that’s happened to her since last year,” Aubrey began. “She’s gotten really close to you, and she doesn’t want to make the first move because she’s older and she doesn’t want anything to be weird, but she likes you and it sounds like you like her so I strongly suggest you tell her while you have the chance.”

“She does?” Beca smiled excitedly.

“Yes,” Aubrey said, softening her expression at the smile on Beca’s face. “She’s gonna be scared though, considering what her ex did to her, but she trusts you so much, probably just as much as she trusts me.”

“I don’t mean to threaten you,” the younger girl said quickly. “You’re her best friend and I know that.”

“I just want her to be happy,” the blonde replied. “You make her so happy, Beca. This place always makes her happy but she’s just on cloud 9 this year.”

“I’ll talk to her,” Beca smiled. “Want me to let you know how it goes?”

“I’m sure she will,” Aubrey winked. “See you at breakfast.”

“Bye,” Beca smiled as she walked away with the mugs of coffee.

She walked back to the cabin and handed Chloe the mug before sitting down on the porch swing next to her. “So I had a thought,” she said with an awkward laugh.

“Oh no,” Chloe smirked. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Shut up,” Beca laughed, playfully smacking Chloe on the arm. “It’s about us.”

“There’s an us?” Chloe wondered.

“I’d like there to be,” Beca shrugged. “Chloe I really like you, I have since we were kids. And I know I’m a lot younger than you but I just want to make you happy. You deserve it so much.”

“I like you too,” Chloe smiled, wrapping her arm around Beca. “Does your dad know you’re…”

“Gay,” Beca clarified. “He does and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care what I do.”

“My parents know about me too,” Chloe said. “They’re so supportive but they’re just really overbearing, especially my mom. I was glad to get away this summer.”

“Me too,” Beca smiled. “Will you go out with me?” She asked hesitantly.

Chloe nodded with a smile. “I’d love to. Just a fair warning though, I’m letting you take the reins on this because you’re younger and I want to take things at your pace.”

“That means a lot, Chlo,” Beca said softly.

“And I’m sorry if I’m really hesitant about things,” the redhead said genuinely. “I’m terrified to be honest.”

“I’m never going to hurt you like that,” Beca said seriously. “You don’t have to be scared with me. You deserve to be happy.”

Chloe nodded. “It’s gonna take time, but I want to be with you.”

“I know you’re going to college at Barden in the fall but where do you live now?” Beca asked.

“Savannah,” Chloe replied. “How about you?”

“Atlanta,” Beca sighed. “That’s so far dude.”

“Well in the fall I’ll be in Atlanta,” Chloe smiled. “It’ll only be about a month without seeing each other.”

“I guess you’re right,” Beca said disappointedly. “We still have another 3 weeks together too.”

“We’re gonna make the most of it,” Chloe smiled, kissing Beca on the cheek. “Can we just keep it on the down low? I don’t think it’d go over too well.”

“Yeah,” Beca nodded in understanding. “Sneaking around will be fun,” she smirked. “I’m gonna go get dressed. You good here?”

“Yeah,” Chloe smiled as her girlfriend stood up. “Let me braid your hair though.”

“Just like when we were kids,” Beca laughed as she walked inside. It felt so good to finally be with her childhood crush. She just hoped they would last.

Week 4

“I hate swimming,” Chloe sighed. “And I hate that I have to get in this time.”

“Why?” Beca wondered with a laugh. “It’s just us and Stacie and Bree’s group.”

“I really don’t want to wear a swimsuit,” Chloe admitted with a sigh.

“You’ll look amazing,” Beca whispered in her ear, glancing around before pressing a quick kiss to the side of her head. “Let’s go get changed.”

“Do you have a bikini?” Chloe wondered.

Beca shook her head. It’s a 1 piece from Pink. Is yours a bikini?“

“Yeah,” the redhead sighed again. “I hate my body, I just-”

“You’re beautiful,” the shorter girl said seriously. “You’re so amazing, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Chloe smiled. “Can you come with me to tie it?”

“Yeah,” Beca replied as she walked off to the bathroom with Chloe. “Calm down babe, you’re gonna beautiful.”

Chloe nodded as she turned towards the corner of the stall to take her shirt off. “Sorry I’m just really self conscious and I-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, I understand,” Beca said softly.

Chloe clipped the bikini in the back and lifted her hair up so Beca could tie it. “Thanks babe.”

Beca smiled as she turned around. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed out, running her fingers along Chloe’s ribs. They weren’t that noticeable, but you could definitely see them. Chloe winced at the touch but instantly relaxed when she saw Beca’s loving smile. “Have you been eating enough?” the brunette asked gently.

“Yeah,” Chloe nodded. “It’s hard to gain weight.”

“I just want to make sure you’re doing okay, I’m not gonna force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I need to eat Becs,” Chloe said seriously. “I’ve been doing okay but if I ever start relapsing, don’t be afraid to tell me to eat.”

“Okay,” Beca nodded.

“My Mom is constantly forcing it on me and if makes me upset but I understand why,” Chloe said sadly.

“Can we go now?” An 8 year old named Katie asked impatiently.

“Yeah,” Chloe said, squeezing Beca’s hand before letting go of it. “Let’s go girls!” She said. “Becs can you grab our towels?”

“Yeah,” Beca said as she stopped by their bunk to get the towels. They walked down to the lake and met Stacie and Aubrey at the shore.

“Hey lovebirds,” Stacie smirked.

“How are you guys?” Aubrey asked.

“I feel disgusting in this swimsuit,” Chloe said, lowering her voice.

“Relax Chlo, you look great,” Aubrey said reassuringly.

“We’re friends, you don’t need to worry about that with us,” Stacie said seriously.

“I know,” Chloe said, shaking her head. “Bree will you guys keep an eye on the giant blob and we’ll watch the dock for now?”

“Yeah,” Aubrey said as she and Stacie walked off.

Beca and Chloe waded through the water for a bit until they climbed the ladder to the dock. “I need a nap,” Chloe yawned as she pulled Beca up.

“I know what could wake you up,” Beca smirked.

Chloe didn’t catch onto what she was doing and wrapped her arms around Beca’s waist. “What?”

“This!” Beca laughed as she lifted Chloe up and threw her into the water.

“You little bitch,” Chloe whispered with a laugh as she climbed back up on the dock.

“Beca throw me in!” A girl named Hailey said as she approached the brunette.

“Oh my god I have an idea!” Beca said excitedly as Chloe stood back up. “Chlo, grab her legs, I’ll take her arms.”

“You’re swinging me?” Hailey asked excitedly.

Beca nodded as they lifted the girl up. “Ready?”

Hailey nodded and pretty soon they swung her into the water. Beca beamed at Chloe as the girl came up from underwater. “Maybe I can go this whole day without getting my hair wet.”

“Oh I don’t think so,” Chloe laughed as she lunged at Beca and pushed her in.

“You’re unbelievable,” Beca shrieked before her head went underwater. “Can you touch the bottom?”

“Barely,” Chloe shrugged. “Which means you can’t.”

“No shit,” Beca laughed as she swam over to the side. “I love you even though you’re insane,” she grinned as she embraced Chloe in her arms.

“I love you too,” Chloe smiled.

They were really gonna miss this when it was over.


Week 5

“I’ve got sunburn,” Beca whined at her girlfriend from the bathroom.

“Did you put anything on it?” Chloe asked as she appeared at the door. “And where is it?”

“On my shoulders and face,” Beca sighed. “Chloeee it hurts,” she complained. “Fix it.”

“I’ll go get my aloe, hang on,” the redhead said sympathetically. She returned a minute later with a bottle of green gel and squeezed some onto her hand. “It might hurt a little, turn around.”

Beca flinched as the cool gel touched her skin but it instantly felt better. “Thanks,” she said in relief.

“Do you want me to get your face too?”

“Yeah,” Beca said as she turned around. “You’re cute,” she said nonchalantly.

Chloe giggled as she dabbed some aloe on Beca’s face. “So are you.”

“How did you get away with no sunburn?” Beca wondered.

“Because I reapplied my sunscreen,” Chloe laughed. “Plus I mostly tan.”

“All I do is burn,” Beca laughed, shaking her head. “We have to go get the girls from the gymnasium.”

“Well put a shirt on first,” Chloe laughed, pecking Beca on the lips before she walked out of the bathroom.

Beca emerged from the bathroom a minute later and wrapped her arms around Chloe’s waist. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Chloe replied, linking hands with the brunette. “I want to run around here telling everyone I’m dating the prettiest girl here,” she sighed.

“Come to Atlanta,” Beca said excitedly. “In like 2 weeks, just drive there and I’ll show you around and take you to all the best restaurants.”

“I have a better idea,” Chloe said. “Come to Savannah and then we can leave for Atlanta a couple of days before my orientation so you can show me around then.”

“I’ll ask my dad and my grandma,” Beca said.

“Do you live with your grandma?” Chloe wondered.

“No, but if I don’t ask her, she gets worried about me,” Beca said. “My Dad doesn’t care.”

Chloe nodded. “I’m really sorry babe, you deserve so much better than him.”

“It’s okay,” Beca shrugged. “I’ll definitely come up to see you though.”

Chloe smiled as she kissed Beca on the cheek. “How’d I get lucky enough to meet a girl from Atlanta the same summer I’m moving there?”

“How’d I get lucky enough to date my childhood crush?” Beca wondered with a laugh. “You were the reason I realized I was gay.”


“Well I knew I liked girls from the time you and I first met but then when I got a little older I put a label on it,” Beca shrugged. “How about you?”

“I’ve known from the time I was probably 7 or 8,” Chloe shrugged. “My parents are really supportive and I was never pressured to put a label on my feelings, but technically speaking, I’m gay,” she laughed.

“Hey Chlo, our age difference isn’t gonna matter to your family right?” Beca asked hesitantly.

“Of course not,” the redhead said reassuringly. “My parents met when they were our age and they’re 5 years apart.”

“Okay,” Beca said in relief. “I didn’t really think of what a big deal it was until now.”

“It’s not,” Chloe said. “When do you turn 16?”


“And I just turned 18 last month,” Chloe said. “We’ll be fine.”

Beca smiled and let go of Chloe’s hand as they walked into the gymnasium. “Good,” she said sweetly. She couldn’t wait to meet Chloe’s family.


Week 6

“Are you all packed?” Chloe asked as Beca climbed down from the top bunk.

Beca nodded. “How long until I see you?”

“2 weeks,” Chloe replied. “I’ll pay your bus fare for you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Beca laughed.

“You’re gonna be on a nasty coach bus for 6 hours, it’s the least I can do,” Chloe shrugged with a laugh.

“I’ll be fine,” the brunette smiled, wrapping Chloe in a hug. “Stacie’s Mom is picking us up and we usually stop to eat pretty close by so if you want to come, I’ll text you.”

“You know how happy my mom would be if I ate in front of her?” Chloe asked with a smile. “Of course I’ll come.”

“Well then we’ll say our goodbyes there,” Beca said.

“You have to come meet my mom,” Chloe said as she pulled down Beca’s bags from the top bunk. They walked outside and signed out before Chloe led her out to a car.

“Hey Mom,” she smiled as the woman unrolled the window. “I have someone I want you to meet,” she said excitedly.

“Is this the girlfriend?” The woman asked with a smile.

Chloe nodded. “This is Beca.”

“Hi,” Beca said shyly as she held onto Chloe’s hand.

“It’s so great to meet you honey! I’m Kate,” the woman said with a smile.

“You too,” the brunette smiled.

“Oh Mom, Beca and her friend are probably gonna go out to eat around here. Can we go?”

“Of course!” Kate said happily.

“I’ll see you soon,” Chloe smiled, wrapping the brunette in a hug.

Beca blew her a kiss as she walked to Stacie’s car. “We’re going to the Chick Fil A like 10 minutes away,” Stacie said as Beca climbed into the backseat.

“Mrs. Conrad, is it okay if my girlfriend and her mom join us?” Beca asked.

“You got a girlfriend?” Stacie’s Mom Candace asked excitedly. “Of course they can come!” She smiled.

“Thank you,” a Beca said genuinely as she pulled out her phone to text Chloe.

An hour later, they had all finished up their lunch and were getting ready to leave. “See you in 2 weeks,” Chloe said, wrapping her arms around Beca.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Beca said softly.

“We’ll talk every day,” Chloe said reassuringly. “It’ll fly by.”

“I love you,” Beca said. “It’s a long drive for you, make sure you eat something when you get home.”

“I will,” Chloe smiled. “I love you too.”

Beca gave her a kiss. “See you soon,” she said before walking away. Saying goodbye was hard, but she’d seen Chloe soon enough. This was the best summer ever.

always-starting0ver  asked:

Don't imagine Emily overhears about the "shower incident" (from Fat Amy and Stacie of course) and assumes it's part of Bella-initiation but she's so intimidated by the idea of Chloe bursting into her shower she doesn't wash herself for a week until Beca asks "Dude, when's the last time you showered? You smell like a turtle tank... no offense."


Merry Pitchmas, @postmjbuttercup :) Here’s your christmasy bechloe fic. Hope you like it! xx

——fa la la la la—-

Fact: finals were done. 

Fact: the house was decorated. 

Fact: Beca loves Chloe. 

Fact: Chloe has no idea. (or so she thinks).

You’d think the three and a half years of harboring feelings for her bestfriend would have burst out by now. But nope. There they sat. Locked up behind Beca’s alleged tiny cold, dark, heart. 

For a while she thought she was just going to tell her. Rip off the band-aid, get it over with. But every time she finally mustered up the courage to confront the redhead, something came up. Or more so, Beca made another excuse to not do it. 

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“She’s got a point,” Xavier replied. “Are we just driving towards our death?”

“Depending on how long ago they were all brought to holding, they’ll be on their way out any day now. We have little time to waste.” Staci watched Golden shift in her spot. She didn’t look like she wanted to be somewhere else. Instead, she looked like she wanted to speak up but something was preventing her from doing so. “Golden. do you have an idea?”

She nodded quietly. “They like to play violent. Would it be so wrong if we did that too? Why does it have to be a stealth mission? Can’t we just end them once and for all?”

“There is no once and for all,” Staci replied. “Not with our numbers. We don’t have nearly enough guns. Did you forget the guys took a lot of them when they went to the cache?” They had stockpiled what they had left in the car, one gun for each person. “And fighting them will cause a war.”

“They started a war!” Golden cried. “They killed everyone! I watched them shoot my boyfriend. I watched them shoot my friends. I don’t think we should have to do this anymore!”

tvproducer02  asked:

So any character paired up with Stacie. When she tells them that she loves them, they don't believe it because they know she had slept around a lot, and didn't have romantic relationship with any of them until this one. (You can even add that they laugh at her when she does say it. Depending on the situation they are in).

The Bellas have a new rule.

Chloe made it after Beca told them about her secret internship. Or rather, when Beca was pushed into telling Chloe about it by Fat Amy at the retreat. Regardless, they have a new rule; they have to hang out as a whole group at least once a month.

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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?

Groovy like a drive-in movie

[The Bellas try to go to the drive-in. The girls find out Beca and Jesse broke up. Chloe wants to talk about it. 

Word count: 3.8 k]

The idea started out simple enough. The girls were sitting around the house one particularly sweltering southern day, doing just short of nothing. Well, actually, they were almost all sprawled out in various positions on the living room floor with several window fans on full blast. Jessica and Ashley had fallen into a simultaneous heat induced sleep, so hot that not even their fingertips were touching for once. Chloe wasn’t far behind them. Flo was hanging upside down off the back side of the couch, practicing touching her tongue to her nose. Lily was lying on her back, completely stiff but with her eyes wide open. Cynthia-Rose had resorted to sticking her head in the freezer, despite Aubrey’s constant nagging saying that she alone would be paying the electric bill this month if she didn’t knock it off. Emily, being the youngest, had been sent to get more ice from down the street. Beca and Amy were lying in the center of the room and their constant groaning and complaints were getting to the better of everyone, though making Aubrey particularly testy. Stacie was seemingly unaffected by the heat, though extraordinarily bored since no one else in the damn house would move. She refused to spend the night like this too. Suddenly, she decided she would take no more, pulled out her phone and did a quick Google search of ‘drive-in’ movies. Thankfully for her, the one not more than twenty minutes away by foot, and much less than that by car, was open. Not to mention they were playing that new superhero flick she’s been dying to see. Stacie was absolutely determined to get the Bellas out of the house and to that movie by sundown. The issue would first be convincing almost all of the Bellas to agree to even get up, and then to employ their efforts to make Beca agree. Though hell, once Chloe’s on board, swaying that little issue should be no problem at all. 

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Xavier shook his head and put a protective arm in front of her. “Let me check,” He replied. “We don’t know who it is.”

“You said there was nothing to worry about,” Lark replied.

“Please,” Staci said. “Guys, let him check.”

Reagan sat back down, Lark closely beside her. “Don’t worry,” He whispered. “They’ll have to kill me to get to you.”

“Don’t get killed over me,” She replied calmly, but kept her eyes on the door. “I’m not worth it.”

“Of course you are!” Lark cried, grabbing her arm. “You’re so worth it.” Staci couldn’t help but smile at the two. There was still something beautiful in the world.

Playing With Fire - Part 10 (Nate)


a/n: THANK YOU FOR THE PATIENCE ON THIS. LOVE YOU ALL. holy crap I can’t believe this is the last part of playing with fire. my heart </3 I plan on making a sequel in the future idk we’ll see. this is for all my nate girls

Pairing: Nate Maloley x Reader 

Summary: Fast Forward months later, Y/N is happy with Nate. Even though everything seems perfect, is it ever really? 

Word Count: 2k

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Truth or Truth (part 2)

Pairing: Bechloe

Word Count: 2,285

Summary: Chloe confessed, which led to Beca realizing her own feelings. And now, Beca knows it’s her turn to make a move. But the moment DJ Mitchell had the guts to kiss her long-time crush, Beca’s mood was broken—will Chloe ever get the kiss she’s wanted for so long?

Author’s Note: A few people suggested that I make a second part for Truth or Truth, so here you go. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. And if you missed it, here’s the first part [x].

Beca was in a half-asleep state. She knows she’s sleeping—she can feel her surroundings. There’s the soft duvet covering her and… a warm hand around her waist? When her senses began waking up, she realized that: a) She wasn’t alone in her bed, b) Gladly, she still had her clothes on, and c) Chloe Beale was spooning her. With that realization, Beca’s eyes sprang wide open and her heart raced: a mini-heart attack for someone who had just woken up.

The brunette tried to slip away from Chloe’s embrace but she stirred in her sleep. Not to worry, Beca told herself, the redhead was a heavy sleeper… and a clingy one, at that.

“Hey,” Beca started to say, her voice cracking in the middle of the word. Her throat was always dry in the morning. Since she was the little spoon, Beca had to exert some effort to gaze at the redhead clutching her behind her back.

Chloe smiled sleepily, her unbelievably long eyelashes fluttering, and went back to sleep again. To Beca’s pleasure (and low-key dismay), Chloe detached her arms from Beca’s waist.

“Great,” Beca mumbled, checking the clock on her bedside table: 5:37AM. Why was she even awake in the first place? She wasn’t a morning person at all, but kicking the peacefully sleeping ginger out of her bed was the last thing she’d want to do.

Beca propped herself on her elbows to check Fat Amy’s side of the room. The bed was still untouched and empty since last night, probably a good sign that the blonde wasn’t here to witness Beca and Chloe’s episode. Nothing over PG-13 had happened. They just talked, and Chloe played with Beca’s hair, and they fell asleep…

Last night, Chloe hadn’t been sure how to move along from her “I was just waiting for you,” statement. After she had said that, Beca was frozen. She had a deer-in-the-headlights look on her face, making her appear very innocent. The only thing the brunette could feel was the violent thumping of her heart and Chloe’s soft hand on her shoulder. Even her breathing had seemed to stop. When she had seen Chloe take a shaky deep breath, her senses came back to life.

“Um,” Beca had stammered, clearing her throat, biting her lip. Suddenly she had had the irrepressible urge to cry.

Panicked wasn’t enough to describe how Chloe had felt. “Oh my God, I’m sorry, Beca—it wasn’t very thoughtful of me to spring that up on you—”

Beca had quietly sat up on the bed. She had taken a few deep breaths, and when she got herself under control, she had told Chloe, “So this is what it feels like to be wanted.”

Chloe tenderly smiled. Her eyes were soft as she looked into Beca’s eyes the whole time.

“Not just wanted by any person… but by you. It’s nice. Overwhelming, but nice. Makes me like you a lot more.”

When Beca descended the stairs later around 8AM, the prevailing smell coffee met her. The Bellas were having their breakfast in the dining table and as usual, she was the last person downstairs. “Morning, awesome nerds,” Beca greeted flatly. 8AM was still too early for her, making her slightly cranky.

“Hey, Beca,” Chloe breathed, smiling at the brunette. “There’s coffee in the pot if you want,” she tipped her head towards the kitchen counter.

The other Bellas grew silent, all looking at each other and hiding their smiles. Of course, they knew from Chloe herself that she spent the night in Beca’s bedroom. They were eager to hear exciting details, especially Emily, but Chloe had to disappoint them. “We didn’t do anything, we just talked and then we fell asleep afterwards.”

“That’s what you say, but how sure can we be?” Fat Amy murmured to Stacie, earning a giggle from the tall woman.

“For all we know, they could’ve boned each other last night,” Stacie replied in a low tone, which unfortunately wasn’t low enough because three feet away, Beca from the counter heard it.

“I heard that,” she said loudly without turning her back as she poured coffee into a mug.

Emily giggled and stifled it by taking a bite of her bacon and cheese sandwich.

“So what were you guys up to last night?” Flo asked from the end of the dining table.

“I told you, nothing,” Chloe said, a light blush creeping to her cheeks. She clutched the cup of coffee in her hands and swirled it a little.

Cynthia-Rose stood from the table to deposit her plate in the sink. “Damn, Beca. You came out last night and you’re already getting some action. Way to go, babe!”

“Dude, there was nothing! Nothing happened last night,” Beca sat in Cynthia-Rose’s spot, sipped her coffee, and shook her head. “I don’t know what hit you weirdoes.”

Lilly just stared at her. “That’s really offensive.”

Breakfast continued without much chatter and when they were dispersing back to their own rooms upstairs, Chloe called from the living room, “Don’t forget Bellas practice at 4PM later, guys!”

Beca hates practices. She hates sweating, she hates having to wear loose shirts, yoga pants, and tennis shoes. In her freshman year, she had a strike of rebellion (it was probably because Aubrey was still Captain) and she had worn her high-heeled boots to a Bellas practice, which she had learned was a huge mistake since she couldn’t move her ankles afterwards.

So Beca made sure that every Saturday afternoon, she had on comfortable clothes.

Practice ended around 7:30PM with Chloe’s “Hands in, Bellas!” and that’s when Beca remembered where she had misplaced her headphones. It had been bothering her all afternoon. She rushed over to the radio station because that’s where she’d forgotten her prized Beats.

“See you later for dinner, Becs?” Chloe called before Beca exited the gym.

“Yeah, Chlo,” she replied. Ever since last night, Chloe’s been touchier than before. The lone idea that Chloe was eager to even be around her was baffling. But that was typical Chloe. She was enthusiastic in the strangest times and for the strangest people, namely Beca Mitchell.

Even though Beca told herself that she should take things slow and not jump into things with her long-term crush but recently blooming affection for Chloe, she found herself jogging from the radio station back to the Bella House. Not that she was keen on hanging out with Chloe… okay, she was.

Beca was panting when she reached the front steps of their house. Before opening the door, she first calmed her breathing. It was getting out of hand.

Chloe was sprawled on the living room couch as if she was waiting for Beca. “Hey,” the redhead smilingly greeted when the younger woman entered the door, reaching for the remote to pause the movie.

“I had to,” Beca paused, holding up the headphones, “pick this up from the station.”

“Yes, I know, you told me earlier,” Chloe giggled. She motioned for Beca to sit on the couch beside her. “I was just watching Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. It’s about this guy who made mixtapes for his ex-girlfriend and… I’m not done with it yet, but why don’t you watch with me?”

She knows Beca hates movies. She knows Beca can’t sit through one film without either falling asleep or getting up to ‘do something important’. But she took her chance, waiting for Beca’s reaction.

“Okay,” Beca plopped on the couch, kicking off her tennis shoes and pulling her knees up.

Chloe un-paused the movie and the two watched it for a while in silence. “He reminds me of you, actually,” Chloe said to Beca without taking her eyes off the screen.

“Why so?”

“I borrowed a few of your flashdrives last week and listened to your mixes.”

Beca slowly turned to look at Chloe, fear slowly eating her. “Which ones?”

“They were all unlabeled,” Chloe simply shrugged, but with a knowing twinkle in her eyes. “The red ones.”

The brunette knew exactly what Chloe was talking about. Those were the unnamed mixes Beca made with Chloe in mind. Mixes with songs like Just a Dream, Titanium, R U Mine?, I Will Follow You Into The Dark… all songs for Chloe.

Chloe kept watching the movie but Beca’s eyes were trained on her, waiting for any reaction, any sign of realization. Finally, her incessant staring got to Chloe and the redhead narrowed her eyes at her. “What?”

Chloe’s smiling eyes gave her away.

“You know,” Beca whispered accusingly, keeping her face neutral. “You know who I made those for.”

Chloe took Beca’s hand in hers and stroked the midnight blue nail polish on the tiny woman’s fingernails. “Thank you for making those mixes.”

And even though for Beca, all of this started just last night, she somehow felt that she and Chloe have been connected from the very beginning. Maybe the love they showed in the past was just subtext (e.g. keeping an eye on each other during choreography practice, checking to see if the other attends all her classes, leaving a cup of coffee for one who is running late, etc.). But still, there was love, and Beca could feel it building up right now in her very core.

The brunette’s breathing became labored as she gazed into Chloe’s eyes, stormy blue meeting crystal, and she could feel her strong heartbeat doubling this very minute. Her eyes flitted down to Chloe’s lips which were pink, tender, slightly open, wanting to feel it against her own. Unknowingly, she was slowly leaning towards Chloe—Beca only realized it when her nose was near enough to take in the vanilla scent of Chloe’s red locks.

Beca took a deep breath before softly kissing Chloe’s left cheek, which elicited a gasp from the redhead, as if she was also restraining the pent-up sexual tension inside her. Beca hovered there for a while, closing her eyes, breathing in Chloe. She needed to pause—whenever she got close, she had the urge to cry.

The movie was already long forgotten. Beca pulled back, biting her lip, taking a modest peak at Chloe who had blushing cheeks and was beaming at her.

“I smell like sweat pants,” Beca muttered, laughing embarrassedly. Silently, she wondered how Chloe could smell good all the time.

“No, you smell good,” Chloe touched Beca’s cheek. She always felt the need for skin contact with Beca.

And although Beca, unlike Chloe, was strong-willed enough to keep her hands to herself, she couldn’t resist grinning, leaning closer to the redhead again. And she could feel it in her heart. Her grin painted the picture of genuine happiness.

“I like you a lot, you know,” Beca said softly before closing her eyes and moving to reduce the distance between their lips.

It pleased Chloe that Beca was the one making all the moves right now. All she really had to do was admit her feelings. With that thought and the butterflies in her stomach, she too leaned closer and—

“Hey, Captains—oh my God—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to see that—I’m leaving now!”

Who else could that be but the Legacy herself?

The freshman’s interruption caused Beca to jump to the other end of the couch. “Jesus, Legacy. You startled me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” Emily retreated back to the foot of the staircase.

Beca couldn’t hide the blush on her face but luckily, Chloe acted cool and nonchalant about the whole thing. “We forgive you, Em,” she smiled at the young Bella.

“I’m really glad you guys got together already,” Emily grinned before she ran back upstairs. To give the other Bellas updates on Beca and Chloe’s status, no doubt.

Chloe turned to Beca who had moved a foot away from her. “Hey, come here,” Chloe slid over to Beca’s side.

“I feel so flustered, like it was my dad who caught us or something,” Beca shuddered at the thought. Her playful mood from earlier was gone in a flash, and Chloe decided to ease Beca back into their romantic zone. After all, she had waited for so long to have this moment with Beca and she couldn’t bear to postpone this any longer.

However, Beca couldn’t be convinced to continue the interrupted kiss. “I’m going to bed,” the brunette muttered, rising from the couch. Chloe turned off the TV, shutting the movie. She stood up, too, and followed Beca upstairs.

Chloe found her in the second floor hall leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, looking exhausted in her sweatpants and socks.


Her eyes sprang open, alarmed by Chloe’s voice. “Uh, I was just—”

“Going to bed, yeah,” Chloe nodded, stepping towards the short woman.

“Really, I’m tired, Chlo,” Beca shook her head, but she didn’t edge away from Chloe and the redhead took that as a good sign.

Before Beca said anything else, Chloe grabbed her hand and said, “You forgot something.”

And this time, she was the one who leaned in. She locked her arms around Beca’s waist, pressing their lips together. The butterflies in her stomach erupted—she couldn’t feel anything aside from Beca’s lips and their hips bumping—but they were kissing, they were kissing, for God’s sake. This was the very thing that Chloe yearned for so long.

And Beca kissed back softly, tenderly, reveling in the thought that this very thing was finally happening between her and Chloe.

It felt like a long time before they broke apart, arms around each other, and Beca rested her head on Chloe’s neck.

“I love you for doing that,” Beca whispered.

“You know what,” Chloe mumbled, “You do smell like sweatpants.”

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(Prompt slash request if u ever get free). Stacie and beca go to pride where she crushes on some stranger and keeps blabbering about it all week - and they run into her 'accidentally' (Stacie's doing ;))

AN: Sorry it took so long, Anon! I know size doesn’t really matter but…I hope it makes up for the wait all the same? ;P

Warning: Swearing & Heavy Makeout


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Stood Up #6 - MMFD Fanfic

 Okay, this has a scene that might be a trigger for anyone who has anxiety. I don’t think it would be, but I’m putting the warning there anyways. Also there is a bit of a note at the end that is important to anyone who wants to continue reading this.. Hope you all like it. Feedback is welcomed and really appreciated. Also if anything doesn’t make sense, feel free to let me know. <3                                                 <br>




This was not supposed to happen. I was not supposed to come to the pub, I was not supposed to have a full on make out session with Finn in front of everyone and I was definitely not supposed to run into fucking Stacy.

“Hey,” Finn whispered pulling Rae away from her thoughts. Their faces were less than an inch away and their lips were still close enough to kiss. His hand was still planted on her cheek blocking her vision from seeing anything but him. Instinct wanted her to pull away, to remove herself from his arms and away from Stacy’s wrath, but her heart left her ass planted in the seat. She couldn’t leave him to face this alone and even if she wanted to, his left arm was holding on tightly to her thigh that she couldn’t have moved. His eyes hadn’t left hers, but they both knew she was staring at them, and all too soon she spoke again.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Stacy spat and Rae cringed knowing that she was never going to be able to stay under the radar now that she had seen them kissing.

“Question is what the fuck are you doing here, Stacy?” Chloe said causing Rae’s heart to skip a beat. “See, the only reason why any of us put up with you was because for some reason Finn was dating you, but now that’s over and so are you. Take a hike and if I ever hear you talk to or about my best mate again then I’ll break your face. You got that?”

Her best friend was defending her, but all Rae could do is continue to look at Finn who was now tracing words onto her thigh. Her head was too caught up in what Chloe had just said to even make out what he was writing or the reply that stacy had given. She tried her best to make out the words but couldn’t so Rae did the first thing she could think of to do. She kissed him again, drowning out the words of her best friend who was now in a full on argument with Stacy.

There was something about his lips and how perfectly they fit with hers, their tongues moving together in unison. She had only kissed one boy before Finn in primary, on a dare so she didn’t have much to compare it too which suited her just fine because nothing could have been better.

Finn’s right hand had moved from Rae’s cheek and was now tangled up in her long flowing black hair and his left hand was rubbing her thigh up and down causing her heart to jump every time he got near her scars. It was wonderful and thrilling and all too private a moment to be having here.

Rae reluctantly pulled away from Finn just in time to see Stacy heading out of the front door. Before she could lose her nerve, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Can we get out of here?”

“Um, yeah but um, can you give me a minute?” he blushed looking down to his crotch area and her eyes followed with a laugh. Oh my God, she had no idea she could have had the same effect on him and he had on her. She pulled back, turning away from as to not embarrass him, but it was too late.

The entire table was watching them, their mouths open not even trying to hide their shock.

Rae’s eyes widened and her cheeks got even more red. “Oh shit, sorry mates I guess we got um a little bit carried away.” humor was her defense mechanism, but nothing she could have said would have made this situation any less awkward. She could tell they all had questions, but all she wanted to do was get out of here and be alone with Finn.

“Thank you for that Chloe” Rae smiled towards her best friend knowing she owed her much more than just a thanks.

“You know nobody is allowed to talk to you like that, well except for me” she giggled and Rae smiled knowing that although she and Chloe had grown apart recently, she would never treat her like Stacy did.

“Really, it means a lot.”

“Rae, the only reason why any of us put up with Stacy was because of Finn. She was never a part of our gang and she never will be. You may not have been around much since we got to college, but you will always be my best mate, nothing will change that.”

“Yeah Rae, we never liked Stacy, sorry Finn” Izzy turned to Finn and apologized before continuing “plus you two are so cute, are you dating now?”

“Yeah Finn, when did you two become such good friends?” Archie chimed in.

Chop added, “And when did you become so intimate?” he wagged his eyebrows putting emphasis on the last word.

“Dammit, this was exactly why we shouldn’t have come here” Finn muttered causing Rae to look at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked him and her lips began to tremble. Was he embarrassed that his friends thought they were dating? The thought made her want to cry, but she would never allow herself. That was something she was quite good at, turning hurt into anger.

“Don’t be daft girl, I just meant that I knew we would get a million questions that we can’t really answer.”

“First of all, I am not daft, second of all coming here was your damn idea, and third I can answer them just fine.”

She turned towards Izzy before he could say a word, “No, of course we are not dating.” she then turned towards Archie “We officially met yesterday so we hardly even know each other. I wouldn’t go as far as saying we’re friends” then she turned towards chop taking a deep breath to steel her nerves “I didn’t think making out in a pub was considered intimate Chop. It was just a stupid bloody kiss.”

It was so much more to her, but clearly to him it meant nothing. She stood up quickly  "I’m going to go to the toilet" and she walked away before she had to look at him again.

At least she didn’t run, she thought to herself.





This is exactly why he didn’t like to talk. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep puff and inhaling before blowing the smoke out releasing some of the tension that had built up after not having a cig all day. Who was he kidding, the tension was because the girl of his dreams basically just blew him off.

What if she really meant what she said. That it was nothing more than a kiss. Deep down he knew she couldn’t have meant it after the night and day that they had shared, but the words really hurt him. And maybe she was right, they barely knew each other. She didn’t owe him anything regardless of the fact that he would give her the world.

“ouch, that was harsh” Chop said patting Finn on the shoulder. “You’ve been pining over that girl for months, you better go fix it.”

‘What did you just say?“ Finn replied shocked.

“Oh come on Finn, we’re your best mates you think we can’t tell when you’ve got it bad for someone? It was Chop here who paid that bloke to kiss Stacy so you would finally dump her.”

“Archie!” Chop exclaimed punching his mate in the arm “We made a pact we weren’t going to ever tell”  he said standing and moving away from Finn who spun around so quickly he nearly got whiplash.

“Chopper?” Finn questioned standing up ready to punch his friend for interfering in his life.

Chop held up his hands and began to back up, “No hold on Finn, can’t you see we was just looking out for you. We know how torn up you are about your nan and you’ve just been kind of stuck. We was just trying to help, plus it’s not like we forced Stacy to do it. Just shows you what kind of hag she is.”

“Stay out of my business the lot of you.” Finn began walking away.

“Are you going to go after her Finn?” Chloe questioned as he headed towards the toilet instead of the front door.

“Yea,” he said putting out the cig in an ash tray on the bar.


Do not cry, do not cry she said to herself as she looked in the mirror at her swollen lips and messy hair. She wanted to slam her fists against the mirror until it, or they, broke but she didn’t want to risk getting kicked out. She was embarrassed enough.

After kissing her like he did in front of everyone how could he say bringing her here was a mistake? She was so stupid to have thought that what they had shared was real. Of course she was stupid, it had only been a day and yet she was acting as if she was in love. How could she have told him about the hospital and hurting herself. With her luck he will have told everyone come Monday, she was such an idiot.

“Rae, I’m coming in” she heard him say, but she didn’t have time to lock the door before he opened it up.

“This is a women’s bathroom Finn, piss off before you get us both kicked out.”

“I don’t care about that” he said locking the door behind him, closing them both into the two stall bathroom. “You got it all wrong Rae”

“Look, I don’t really have anything else to say to you Finn. You made it perfectly clear that you regret bringing me here and I’m not going to sit around and let you make a fool of me especially when you know how nervous i was about coming here.” she said, but he was right, it had been a mistake.

“That’s not what I meant. If you would just let me explain before you assume the worst.”

“Why? What’s the point Finn? You think a few questions from some friends is bad, think about how bad it’s going to be for me on Monday at school. You kiss me right in front of everyone and then say it’s a mistake when they want to know why.”

“I wasn’t thinking, I just didn’t know what to say and…” he paused.

“It’s over. Forget it Finn.” and she wasn’t sure if she meant their argument, their night, or them.

“Did you mean all that stuff that you said?” and she could tell by the look in his eyes, that she had hurt him which only served to make her even more angry with him and herself. This was such a stupid idea come here. He was totally right, what was she thinking?

“Look Finn, I’m just going to go.” she got up preparing to leave. She couldn’t lie to him, but she couldn’t tell him the truth when she just didn’t know how she felt.

“Please don’t go. Don’t leave it like this.” he pleaded reaching for her hand. “I’m sorry I said the wrong thing, just please let’s go back to mine and we can talk and get this all straightened out.”

“I have to go home.” She just needed to get away from him so that she could breath again. Home was the last place she wanted to be. Even just the thought of being there alone made her want to cry. Home had nothing but bad memories that would hunt her for the rest of her life. At the thought she could feel the panic grabbing at her lungs and her breathing began to rapidly increase.

“Then I’ll walk you. Please Rae. Please I don’t think I can let you go until we talk. The fact that you think I’d regret anything that happened between us kills me. I told you, meeting you was the best thing that’s happened to me.” and he looked like he meant it, but she couldn’t breath and she needed to get away.

Without another word she walked around him, unlocked the door and made a bee line for the exit. She didn’t stop when she heard Chloe call her name and she made it to the end of the block when she felt his hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t understand why you are trying so hard to fight this. Why are you running away from me?” and the moment she heard his words, she shattered.

The words were like a punch to her stomach and she bent over, her hands on her knees. She couldn’t breath as she tried to remember all the techniques she had learned in the hospital. Nothing was working and as she slowly started counting backward from ten she began to cry.

“Rae, are yo….” but she couldn’t hear a thing he was saying. Her lungs were burning and grasping for air and she knew it was only going to be a few minutes before she fainted. It was the only way she could get the panic to stop. The only way she could get the words out of her head as they continued to repeat over and over again, ‘Why are you running?’


Finn dropped to his knees and looked up into Rae’s face taking both her cheeks in his hands. He knew she was having a panic attack. A short time after his mom had left them, Finn would frequently wake up to his Nan comforting his dad. It had taken years for him to get over them, but once he had come to terms with the fact that she was gone, he had gotten better.

“Open your eyes Rae. Look at me.” he said pulling her up with him.

She shook her head and attempted to pull herself away. Before she could escape he wrapped her in his arms, holding tight as her body thrashed. “Let me go, let me go, let me go.” she repeated loudly, but he held on tight and before long she was quietly sobbing into his shoulder and clutching him back.

He held on to her, a million questions in his mind. He knew now that as open as he though she’d been she had only scratched the surface. What could possibly be worse than hurting herself? Whatever it was, it crippled her and left his heart aching to save her from it.

Her breathing had slowly started to calm as they continued clinging to one another. He began to rub her back as they were both silently aside from a few muffled sobs into his neck. He instinctively knew that he shouldn’t ask her any questions and that he should wait for her to talk. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her any more discomfort.

When she pulled back from him she immediately looked to her feet and he grabbed her hand before she could run off again. He tentatively pulled her hand a bit leading them both to a bench that was sat about five feet away.

She took a seat without any prompting and he sat as close to her as he could without actually sitting on her lap. Her head was still lowered to her lap and he couldn’t help it when he began tracking circles onto her leg just above her knee. After a few moments of complete silence he began tracing “ok?” into her leg.

He knew she wasn’t okay, and he knew he was a complete knob for even asking, but he wanted more than anything for her to say yes.

'NO’ she wrote back on his leg.

'HOME?’ he made sure to write the words slowly as to make sure she understood the question.

The second the word was spelt she was shaking her head.

'YOURS’ she wrote, her hands shaking.

Without another word he pulled her to her feet and they were walking in the cool night towards his house.

He held her hand and she squeezed it tightly as he led her towards his house. It was a short walk, but she did not speak or look up the entire way. He knew she needed time to sort through whatever was going on in her head, but he needed to know what was going on with her.

He needed to know so that he could do everything in his power to help her through it. It didn’t matter that she had hurt him with the things she said, it didn’t matter whether or not the hurtful words were the truth. His feeling didn’t matter as long as she was okay.

Going forward the story is going to get a bit dark at times. I don’t want to give anything away, but there will be some flashbacks involving emotional and physical abuse. Be warned. There will also be some mushy gushy, smut, humor and hopefully more of the gang.

I hope you all like this.

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Characters: Dean x Reader

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Request from salomea27:  “Probably you have no time but can I ask about just one more one shot? I watch movie mr.& mrs. Smith and I would be happy if you write one shot based that movie with Dean x Reader. Thank you very, very much :).”

Okay, I will admit, I own this movie (my mom does, but whatever) but I have never seen it. I had my mom explain it to me, and so I hope this is what you wanted hon! I had tons of fun writing it, along with coming up for an explanation of her not knowing with his tattoo. I think I came up with a good excuse, right? Anyways, enjoy!

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Harbor sat with her knees up to her chest. She felt like a stranger in this place. Xavier sat across from her, but he couldn’t feel further away. He and Golden felt like strangers, even compared to the two new faces Harbor was met with.

“It’s because of Staci,” Xavier replied. “That you were able to be rescued. She knew where you guys were being held, and it was Lark’s idea to use the zombies.”

She had heard the full story when Gabriel carried her to the car. This Staci girl and her brother used to run with Spade. It wasn’t shocking at all to hear that. It seemed like a beneficial choice for those who thought they would die on their own.

Harbor stood up and dusted off her pants. “Thank you.” But she couldn’t stay in the room with the faces of those whom she could not relate to. Their calm was nauseating and she knew this was just the beginning. Their serenity was premature.

“You’re not staying with us?” Xavier asked.

She shook her head. “No. I just need to talk to Reagan.”

“Good luck,” Lark mumbled, frustrated. “She won’t talk to anyone today.”