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justafewsmallsteps · 3 years

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A look into LadyNoir for my Reversal AU, The Other Way Around. You don’t really need to read the other parts to get this one :)

Title: The Other Way Around, Part 3 Pairing: Lovesquare (LadyNoir) Rating: G+ Word Count: 2.5K

The first time Marinette really interacted with a cat was at a friend’s house. She was six years old at her very first sleepover. Nervous and shy, she’d spent the majority of the evening worrying about what would happen once the lights were out. She’d never had to sleep through a night without her parents or family with her. No amount of cartoons or pillow fights could fully ease the fear of impending darkness.

The other three girls seemed totally adjusted and excited, but Marinette could hardly eat dinner even though it was pizza from their favorite spot. Then she nearly burst into tears at the table when they served the cookies her parents had sent with her, overwhelmed with missing them so badly. With her eyes stinging and her voice ready to cry out that they should call home to pick her up, Button the cat suddenly sprung onto her lap. She was a fluffy tan thing with two black dots going down the center of her back, hence her name. In that moment she looked just like a chocolate chip cookie, albeit one that blinked up at Marinette’s face with huge, adorable brown eyes. The cat smooshed her head against the girl’s stomach, sat down, and began to purr. In her surprise and fascination, young Marinette forgot what she was so upset over.

She never had pets growing up—the hair was too much to maintain when her family also lived in a bakery—so she hadn’t any courage to approach Button before, even when the other girls had spent time petting her. She knew cats had claws and their yawns revealed sharp, pointy teeth. The last thing she wanted was to get scratched or bitten when she was already terrified. Cats had been a scary mystery. Button was small and fluffy and warm. The moment she cuddled up to her, Marinette fell in love.

After that day, cats became her favorite animal, and while she still wasn’t allowed to have one (despite the begging and puppy eyes that her mother valiantly fought against with gentle reasoning), Marinette surrounded herself with them as a good luck charm. She had kitty keychains, plush toys, cat-covered folders to take to class, and cat-print bedsheets. The obsessive phase lasted for three years, but the fondness stayed even when her room took on a pink and floral theme to match her changing design aesthetic. Obviously when she found the giant body pillow shaped like a cat, she knew she had to have it anyway. After long days of dealing with Chloe’s yapping and her own special trademark combination of back luck and clumsiness, hugging that massive squishy cat became her ultimate comfort.

That was, until another cat fell into her lap. Well, crashed into her entire body was more what happened.

When she was gifted her miraculous, Marinette thought herself a poor fit for a superhero. She liked leadership positions and really didn’t have a big problem taking charge when needed, but saving lives was a ton of pressure. She’d thrown her yoyo randomly, not sure of a single move she made, and in doing so managed to tangle her partner and herself up despite the superpowers. Chat Noir seemed more natural, and surely he deserved a partner that had the confidence to match his skills instead of her. Marinette was stuck in her head with apprehension. She’d totally screwed up her very first mission by letting the akuma multiply instead of purifying it. She wasn’t excited to be a hero. She was terrified.

Maybe it was the cat bias that made her instantly trust Chat Noir, but it was the way he put his warm hands so squarely on her shoulders and assured her that she could do this, that made her fall in love. It was the second time a cat had saved her from giving in to her fears.

He gave her the courage to stand up to Hawkmoth, and the moment she vowed to take him down was a triumph of bravery. She wouldn’t have been able to do that without him.

Of course she fell for him.

He didn’t make it any easier for her as they got closer. He was just so endearingly sweet, throwing compliments at her all the time for encouragement.

If only she didn’t turn into an absolute pile of goo whenever he did. At least she was always able to pull herself together to get the job done, but it was his fault. What could anyone expect from her when her partner was talented, smart, super handsome, and somehow humble about all of it?

She’d witnessed how he avoided the spotlight in favor of checking up with akuma victims. She’d seen him time after time go out of his way to protect others, especially her, from harm’s way. And after he did all those things he’d throw her the credit as if she was the one saving the day.

They worked together well, reading each other’s moves and adapting to each other’s pace. But he never needed the attention, happy to just get the mission done. It was a side of him that she got to see when the crowds weren’t looking, proud at what they’d accomplished while holding his fist out to hers in solidarity to say, “We did it!” Together. Always together.

But then their miraculouses would beep, and they’d have to go their separate ways with her casting lingering glances towards whichever horizon he’d disappear off to.

At least during some of their mutual patrols they had time to talk. She looked forward to each one, no matter what other responsibilities she had waiting for her once it was over. Getting to know her partner was such a highlight to her identity as Ladybug. There was the triumph of victory, the thrill of the physics defying feats she could accomplish, the heartwarming gratitude of the citizens… and then there was this: sitting at the top of the Eiffel with their feeting dangling in the cool Parisian air, aimlessly talking above a safe city set aglow with evening lights; the warm sense of security yet tingling excitement of hanging out with her one and only crush.

“Favorite hot drink?” she wondered.

Asking non-identifying questions was their way of bonding without compromising themselves.

Chat Noir hummed thoughtfully over a cookie—raspberry macarons, a favorite she had learned fairly early on. “The hot chocolate you brought in the winter was great. Probably the best I’ve ever had, actually.”

She blushed and kicked her feet nervously. She swore that she would’ve tripped if they’d been walking. Somehow his compliments did that to her. “T-thanks.”

He grabbed another macaron and turned it over, studying the ruffled feet as he added, “Otherwise I’m really fond of tea. My mother liked English high tea; always insisted we have a tea break at some point in the day. When I was a kid I was only in it for the cookies and sandwiches, but at this point I like the drink too. It's nostalgic.”

He always got wistful when he spoke about his mother, but Marinette knew that train of thought would lead them to somewhere too personal. It wasn’t that she didn’t yearn to know more about him. Quite the opposite, but they both knew that it wasn’t safe yet. There had been too many close calls. She followed up with another question. “Any tea in particular?”

“Earl grey, usually. I’m a fan of London Fogs over coffee.”

She smiled down, looking at her home’s direction. They had a lovely macaron with that flavor as well, she thought. She could bring him a variety box next time. Maybe one day they could do tea together in some fashion. A picnic, perhaps? High tea during an evening patrol seemed a bit strange, but she could always brew him a decaf in a thermos so he wouldn’t be hopped up on caffeine. Or maybe that was too much if she was already bringing the same flavor in a cookie. Did hot chocolate go well with earl grey? What about the raspberry? Plenty of people ordered a variety of flavors all the time. Maybe she should throw in a few others for balance, like the rose ones. Wait, were rose flavored macarons too romantic? Would it seem like a date if she brought him flower-flavored food? Not that she didn’t want to date him because of course she did but—

“Deep in thought, Ladybug?”

Chat Noir’s twinkling green eyes greeted her, just a few centimeters from her face. He must have been trying to get her attention for a while.

Surprised, she suddenly scooted back and flailed. “Oh!” Thankfully she was securely seated on the beam enough to not begin a sad plummet to the ground. Desserts were well and good, but she’d prefer to avoid becoming a polka dotted pancake. “Yes, sorry! Did you say something?”

He laughed his magical laugh, accustomed to her tendency to get lost in her own head. “No need to apologize. I was just saying that it was my turn to ask a question before we turn in for the night.”

Ah, was it already time to go back? Sheepishly, the heroine smiled. “Did you already ask it?”

A flash of teeth showed off his mirthful grin. “I did.”

“Sorry.” He had already told her not to apologize, but it was embarrassing that she was fantasizing about dating him when he was literally sitting besides her. “What was it again?”

“I asked if you’ve been on a date lately, Little Lady.”

Oh.

Her mind short-circuited. Had she been babbling out loud? How desperate had she sounded? “What? Me! Doing to date you? I mean, going on a date with someyou? Someone!”

If her slip up meant anything, he didn’t acknowledge it. He never did. Did she want him to?

“Yep. Like a romantic one-on-one date. I, uh,” he bashfully scratched the back of his neck, “I’ve been thinking about it lately.”

A rush of blood warmed her cheeks. “Y-you were?” Thinking about dating someone? Her? Them? Romantically!

He avoided her eyes, choosing to look up instead as he laughed nervously. “For a while now. I don’t even think I could, but there’s a girl…”

I’m a girl, her brain supplied with excitement.

“You can’t ask her?”

He clicked his tongue. “There’s a few conflicts. First of all, I don’t know how she really feels about me, and… I don’t know how to say the other part without really giving anything away.”

Ladybug pursed her lips and gave him time, either out of courtesy or because she was freaking out and incapable of speech.

“Um, it’s like… an occupational issue, I guess. I don’t know if I’d be allowed, in a sense. Then there’s the issue that I know nearly nothing about dating,” he explained.

For all his vagueness, she fit his description enough. She’d never outright confessed to being in love with him, so he didn’t know her feelings. Also they weren’t really supposed to date with all their responsibilities, and wasn’t that just part of their job as heroes? So for all intents and purposes, Chat Noir really could have been talking about her. The possibility made her head spin.

Her hope was strung on a tightrope; a precarious position that could go either way. She could ask him directly if he meant someone in his civilian life or if by some miracle he was talking about her—or she could stay on the precipice between disappointment and bliss. But for all her clumsiness, Marinette preferred balance whenever she could manage it. So she stayed her course, eyes far from looking down at the possibilities and instead on the objective: answer him.

“I haven’t been on a real date recently, no.”

She looked for any hint about his feelings in his response, any indication that he was relieved or just pitied her. He simply nodded, leaving her clueless as she continued to walk the tightrope.

“Same,” he let out a whiny sigh. “I guess I can’t really ask for advice then. I’m terrible when it comes to romance.”

She traced one of her spots with a gloved finger, trying to keep a clear mind despite the slight relief that her crush wasn’t out on dates all the time. “I doubt it. You’re so amazing, you’d make any girl really happy and lucky to be with you.” Saying those words aloud had her face feeling as red as her suit.

“Luck is your department, LB,” he grinned. “I imagine admirers are chasing you left and right.”

“Not in any serious manner,” Adrien’s corny and outlandish attempts to get her attention came to mind. He was just a flirt by nature, hardly what someone would consider a real admirer. “I… I’d be happy to go on a date with somebody who really liked me though.”

He gave her a thoughtful look that made her pause.

She stood up suddenly. “I mean, not just anybody! Like… if I knew they actually liked me, then I might give it a chance? Depending on the person.”

Chat Noir smiled again, patiently letting her ramble as usual.

She took a deep breath to collect herself. “It doesn’t matter how experienced you are with dating, at least that’s what I think. If she’s a nice person then she’ll also understand and you’ll both get through it together. You just have to be yourself.”

“You’re right as always, Little Lady,” he sighed. Her stomach did a flip at the soft sound of his voice. “You know, you do give the best advice.”

Balance, she reminded herself. Tightrope.

But he spoke again, “I can always count on you to cheer me up if things go wrong, can’t I?”

The words were kind—like a soft breeze—which was just enough to throw off her careful, barely established balance; just enough information to tip her over to the fact that he must have been talking about some other girl if at the end of the day he could still find comfort in her, his partner.

And so she fell. Or, well, she’d fallen for him a long time ago. What did she expect? Something happier, she’d hoped. Something more similar to catching herself with her yo-yo, lifting back up to soar instead of her hopes tumbling down.

“Ladybug?”

She took a second to glance down at the ground where her heart felt like it had dropped. From their high position on the Eiffel, it was a long way down. For how much she loved him, she wasn’t sure just how her heart would break. Shatter like glass? Crumble to pieces? Or would it plummet and dent the floor because it certainly felt as heavy as lead when she turned to face Chat Noir, an achingly sweet melancholy painted on face as he smiled at her.

“Of course you can count on me. You and me against it all,” she assured, holding out her hand to help him up. It was time to go, after all.

He grinned as he stood, “Everything from akumas to heartbreak.”

She gave a weak laugh in reply. “Good night, Chat.”

“Good night, Little Lady.”

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #chat noir #ladybug #justafewsmallsteps #Jelly art #the other way around #Reversal au #Jelly fic

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the-necessary-unnecessary · 4 years

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My top 7 Arsenal wfc players, aka the whole team because they're all my children and you can't chose between children

(And they're not many more than seven anyways)

Beth Mead: a wizard on the wong and the original crot queen. She may not have had the best season this year but shes still managed to play an important part in the team and has conquered many hearts in the process. If she has to retire early because of all the hits she receives during matches then she's got a bright future ahead of her as a cringey tiktok star or, if that fails, a career as a HSM impersonator on cruise ships

Cailtin Foord: there were mixed opinions when she was first announced as a new signing, but she almost immediately became one more member of the arsenal family amongst players and supporters alike. Before Covid struck shes already stamped her mark on the club with her skill and made her way onto the scoresheet, and now shes also made her way into Lia's house and infected the squad with the chaotic tiktok bug

Dan Carter: literally a gooner through and through having played for arsenal for practically all her life and pulling through in the big moments. Heartbreak and injury have been her middle names for over the past year having sustained two ACL injuries in 14 months. Even if she hasnt had as much of an impact on the pitch shes still been a large part of injury fc, with her and her diary always being a source of sarcasm and banter through it all.

Danielle Van De Donk: she probably described herself best when she said she was a feisty puppy who wants to ball. A woman who takes no prisoners during matches, opponents refs and the back of nets all fear her. Off the pitch though shes a real softie who radiates chaotic energy and yet has developed over the years into quite the leader (even if she still follows beth around on her tiktok adventures)

Jennifer Beattie: a friendly giant who quietly puts in all the work at the back, being an absolute unit as a last line of defense which was sorely missed during her injury. She came back from City because arsenal is home and that's beautiful. Talking about beautiful, her and Chloe. That's it, nothing more needs to be elaborated on. Pretty underrated although shes been getting more attention lately, she makes Kim company as the quiet Scottish duo who are lethal on the pitch

Jill Roord: despite her love hate relationship with goal posts, shes still made her mark at arsenal this year especially thanks to the fact that she has remained injury free this year (dont worry I touched wood when I typed that) and hopefully next year when shes settled in even more to the team and the league then she'll be able to show what she's truly made of. That is, if she lasts that long before the team kick her out for being too annoying. A woman who likes the two extremes, Frozen and Olaf as well as blonde tattooed players and famous thirst traps, she epitomises this soft yet hard personality dichotomy too

Jordan Nobbs: calm, composed, skillful, professional, dynamic and with the capacity of being able to astutely read the game, she's the personification of arsenal in a player. Having been at the club for a whole decade now she's practically lived it all and yet she continues on hungry for better and more. With the way she acts on the pitch you would never guess her forgetful, dorky, awkward nature off it. The woman with both the longest nando's order ever and the shortest attention span.

Katie McCabe: the Irish devil, the arsenal player founder of the tucked in shirt, member of the love to hate her girlfriend club. Her almost permanent move to left back this season has reaped bountiful benefits for her, a flexible player who always finds freedom on the wing shes proved herself as lethal as both a defender and a finisher. In Jordan's words, she talks about her biceps all the time, but so would I if I was that stacked. That being said, Ruesha always finds a way to beat her which is probably payback for her scoring against West Ham in the cup

Katrine Veje: another player lost to injury this season, although lockdown has treated her well (that makes one of us) and she's apparently fully fit again. Shes been sorely missed as a fullback for most of her season, her explosiveness and crosses in particular. As it is shes used her time to get in some spectacular photoshoots and just be and just be a source of clownery as a veteran at injury fc

Kim Little: as silent as Kim and as deadly as Kim should be new british sayings at this point. Quick on her feet with nerves of steel shes an impressive player to watch and is sometimes the glue in the midfield that keeps arsenal together. Her professionalism both on and off the pitch is as big as her dislike of cameras

Leah Williamson: the face of arsenal and not because of her looks, rather because of her insane talent and her embodiment of all things arsenal. From the moment she was born arsenal was pumping through her veins. One of the best up and coming CBs with long range passes for days she has been a crucial part of the arsenal squad for so long you forget she's just 23. What she lacks in some of her fashion choices she makes up in her bright and nerdy personality and her never ending stream of insults directed at Jordan

Leonie Maier: she recently said that she has never regretted the decision to move to arsenal and that has been because shes been able to shine in defense mainly alongside Leah, each playing off each other's strengths and developing herself as a player in a new league which is never an easy transition. Dont let her banana bread making trick you into thinking shes the mum in the group, shes proved herself to be as chaotic as the rest of them.

Lia Walti: arguably the best thing to come out of Switzerland since toblerone (much better than swiss cheese though). Like a lot of arsenal players, it sometimes seems like she would be better off playing in bubble wrap so she wouldnt sustain as many injuries. She's an intelligent player, one of the best qualities to have as a midfielder, with skill coming out of her ears and unfulfilled potential still to come. Her sunshine-like looks can be deceiving though because she leaves her brain cells in the changing room, as is becoming an arsenal tradition.

Lisa Evans: another alround players who, as a winger-cum-fullback, has thrived in her position this year. Her defensive position yet forward thinking mentality has proved deadly and when shes been given space to roam the wing too shes provided goals and assists a plenty. Her unpredictability on the pitch translates into her chaotic tendencies off it and a love for the arsenal anthem “we've got McCabe, Katie McCabe”. Sometimes she likes to pretend that she's a seal (exhibit A attached below)

Louise Quinn: it would be stereotypical to say that it's natural that shes so good at headers due to her height, but stereotypes exist for a reason and her tower-like build makes her a match for any Millie Bright in the heading department. She's a consistent, sturdy player who is great at starting up play from the back in many cases providing that vital first past (sometimes with her head because she's tall). Her pastimes include drinking a lot of coffee, understandable that she needs to refuel considering her height, and making fun on her teammates so that they dont make fun of her accent and her 183 cm length. Have I mentioned that she's tall?

Manuela Zinsberger: an extremely talented goalkeeper although sometimes people can excusably confuse her with being arsenal's eleventh outfield player. Another bayern recruit she's been key this season making some great saves and causing a few heart attacks in the process (west ham's penalty box free kick anyone?). She may look tough but she's just as much a clown as the rest of them

Pauline Peyraud-Magnin: the second proud member of the goalkeepers union. Shes not called the Hulk for no reason, racking up some great saves and skills with her feet even as Joe's second choice. What she lacks in command of the english language she makes up in utter chaos including hand gestures, shouting and eratic dancing, well as staging photoshoots at arsenal's gym.

Viki Schnaderbeck: shes been able to mostly avoid injury fc this season after a long stint there last year and her hardwork has paid off to establish her as a mainstay here as a skilled defensive player. Shes been loud and proud recently on social media and I am loudly and proudly here to support it

Vivianne Miedema: in Katie's own words “the goat”. Absolutely lethal as a center-forward, calm collected and composed in front of the goal, and also crucial in providing build up play and assists. She can both hold off opponents and reach an unmatched maximum speed with surprising ambidexterity and complete nonchalantness. The only player who is actively lazy and is able to get away with it. She puts up with a lot of chaos but is not unknown to add to it too, mainly providing subtle humor and sarcastic wit. Not a personality for the faint hearted.

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pl-panda · 4 years

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Damienette arranged marriage: part 9

If someone wants to know how I can write three chapters in the span of 24 hours... I have no idea, but this is around 5k words, so ten times the length of essay I was supposed to write today. But it is more interesting.

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @thyladyanput for idea for Chat Damian and me for the plot.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Part 8

Damienette arranged marriage: part 9

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They got into her room and Chloe locked the doors.

“Okay. Now you explain to me Dupain-Cheng how did you manage to get a mysterious Damian Wayne, the damned ‘Ice Prince’ of Gotham, to act like a lost puppy toward you.”

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Marinette almost fainted. She had an urge to mentally facepalm. Of course Chloe would recognize a celebrity. It was stupid to bring her so close to Damian on the first meeting. Maybe from the distance she would shrug it off or ignore this, but now that she saw them interact and could get a better look at him there was almost no denying it. But Marinette would still try.

“Wayne? I have no idea who are you talking about. This is Damian Grayson. He can’t be Wayne if his name is Grayson. Besides aren’t Wayne’s this rich and powerful family running an international company? Damian is not rich. He is just an exchange student…” Marinette tried to talk her way out of it, but the expecting face Chloe was making told her it was not working. “Yes, this is Damian Wayne…” The bluenette relented

“Nice try Dupain-Cheng. Maybe I would even believe you if I didn’t know better.” She stated before walking to her wardrobe. Chloe then started to toss out multiple clothes onto her giant bed.

“Wait! That’s it?” Marinette questioned. She expected… something.

“Well, while you tell me how did you melt his heart I can at least start looking for something utterly fabulous for you to wear. I can’t stand this ridiculous outfit you wear right now. So spill!”

Marinette looked at Damian and he shrugged. “tt. I am not getting involved. You brew this and you solve this.”

“I will get you back for that.” the bluenette threatened with a smile. They both knew this was mostly a tease. Marinette turned to see Chloe with three dresses. One was lemony yellow, one was smooth pink and one was deep red. “Uh… Red one?” Blonde shoved the cloth piece at the girl and pushed her into the bathroom.

“I’m waiting for a tale Dupain-Cheng.”

“Okay. Okay.” This girl has probably the best interrogation tactics I’ve ever seen… “So yesterday Damian joined our class as part of some exchange program. He decided to sit next to me and we exchanged few words. After classes his pen slipped under the desk and he had to get down to pick it up. Lila thought I was alone and decided to threaten me to stay away from him and the next thing either of us know is he held the sword to her throat. After that he asked me out and that’s the story.”

Marinette walked from the bathroom and Damian felt air leave his lungs. She wore a modest red dress that reached a bit beyond her knees. It had long sleeves that ended about one and a half inch before her wrist. The upper part was a bit darker than the lower part, but otherwise there was no decorations. It hugged her small figure perfectly, but at the same time was not restaining and allowed much space to breathe. Marinette looked beyond stunning, at least to him. Pull it together Wayne. You are not some emotional schoolgirl. You are cool and collected. You are the Prince of Assassins. Damian tried not to blush. But then there was another voice inside him. And she is your princess and your wife. Get your game together. Somehow, it sounded pretty close to Beast Boy’s voice.

“Close your mouth hunny or you will catch flies.” Chloe laughed. “It looks perfect, but I think you need one more thing.” She walked to the bluenette who was feeling a bit insecure about this look. Chloe pulled her hair bands off and let the hair flow freely. “Now you look perfect.”

“I… I don’t know.” Marinette spinned around to see herself in the mirror. “Are you sure?”

“Check the lover-boy over there and you will believe me.” Without turning Chloe pointed to Damian who was still glaring at the girl in red. An idea came to Marinette’s head. She would get her revenge faster than she expected. She slightly nodded toward Chloe’s phone that was laying nearby. Luckily, they had an understanding. Marinette turned so she was now facind Damian and looked deep into his eyes. She stood there smiling the most prominent smile she could muster. Suddenly, a flash illuminated the room. “And done. Already sent it to your phone Dupain-Cheng.”

The light finally got Damian’s brain to start up. He looked at Chloe holding a phone with camera aimed at him and Marinette giggled. “Told you I would get back at you for that.”

If it was anyone else, he would curse them, threaten them or just punch them, but strangely he couldn’t get angry at the bluenette. “Worth it.” He stated with a smug grin. “If having an embarrassing picture taken is the price to see you look so beautiful, then I am willing to pay it.” He complimented her and Marinette felt like her face turned more or less the color of her dress.

“Smooth mr. Ice Prince Charming.” Chloe commented. She then took a picture of blushing Marinette. “Now you are even. Close your mouth Dupain-Cheng. You are the one to start catching flies now.” The blonde then turned back to Damian and her face took the standard expecting look. “Now back to you. Care to explain why exactly did you decide to ask her out of all people out? You have tons of girls throwing themselves at you and yet you chose her.”

Damian didn’t answer immediately. He had to think this through. The big factor was that she was technically his wife, but through the last twenty-four hours he came to conclusion that if they weren’t married, he would still ask her out. She was… her. He had no other word for this. But his mother was in details. “She saw me as just Damian. I felt that I could be myself with her.”

“Sweet. Want some tea to this sugar?” Chloe deadpanned. “No seriously, want something to drink? I… I only ever had Sabrina in here and she drank just the tap water.”

Damian was honestly not surprised. Chloe had the Queen Bee personality and they usually only had followers, not friends. But he actually liked the no-nonsense personality. “Green Tea with half spoon of honey.” He stated and walked to the couches.

“And for you Dupain-Cheng?”

“Uh… water?” Marinette was still not entirely sure what to do with this situation. Chloe was not herself while at the same time being herself. It was… strange. Blonde just shrugged and made a quick call downstairs.

“It will come soon.” She walked to the couch and sat, motioning them to do the same.

The bluenette remembered that she still had some macaroons with her so she pulled the box and placed it on the table. “Maman and papa made them for me and Damian, but you can have some too.” She nudged the box slightly toward Chloe, who reluctantly took one.

“... Thank you Dupain-Cheng.” She said after a moment of hesitation. Another tear formed in her eye. “I am truly sorry how I treated you. You did not deserve this.”

“tt. On that we can agree.” Damian almost growled. “After today don’t be surprised to see a change in teachers.”

“What?” Marinette almost jumped. “No. Madame Bustier is a good teacher.”

“She is unfit to even be in the same space as anyone below her age. This woman will be lucky if she doesn’t face criminal charges.” Damian held the urge to spit, but he didn’t want to damage anything in this room. It looked more expensive than his room at Wayne’s manor and this was saying something.

“But… But…” Marinette tried to find right words. “Madame Bustier is so lovely. She has her… original methods of teaching, but everyone would defend her in a blink of an eye.”

“tt. That doesn’t excuse her. Sadly this type of procedure usually takes years if school is not willing to cooperate. And yours definitely won’t. Bunch of idiots.” The last part was added in arabic so neither girls understood. There was an uncomfortable silence between them for a moment until Marinette decided to stop beating around the bat.

“Chloe… It’s not that I don’t appreciate the change, in fact I am proud of you, but… why? what made you change so suddenly?”

The blonde shifted in her place. It was clearly an uncomfortable topic. Finally, she decided to play an open hand. Deep inside, Chloe wanted to have real friends. She saw how Damian looked at Marinette and how he spoke about her acting normal toward him. When Adrien spoked about things like this she could never understand what he meant. But now she finally got it. It was this feeling of being just herself. “I was lonely. Sabrina left me and became a loyal Lila worshipper, surpassed only by Alya. And Adrien… He cut himself off completely about a month ago. Now he plays along whatever Lila plans for him.” She had a small tear forming in her eye, but she quickly wiped it out before it ruined her makeup (not that there was much of it left). “I… I went to talk with my father, demanding he do something about the liar. But my mother was there and… and… and she laughed at me. She said that it’s utterly ridiculous and if my friends left me it’s because of me and not someone else. But the most painful part was that she was right. My friends left me and others hated me. I was completely alone. It was utterly… awful.” Marinette handed her the box so she could cheer herself with another treat. It worked. “I am so sorry Dupain-Cheng. For the first time I was on the receiving end of harsh words and painful comments. I never imagined how much it hurt.”

“Well, I am happy you realize your mistakes.” Marinette smiled and Damian clicked his tongue again.

“But,” the Wayne heir started, “it is not that easy to earn forgiveness. Just because Marinette is too good for this world does not mean I will let you exploit her good heart.”

“Damian!” The girl in question shouted at him. “I am a grown-up girl who can make her own decisions.”

“You are fifteen and have heart made of pure gold” He deadpanned.

“You are fifteen too. And we are married, so we are as adult as a person can be.” She stated in mandarin grinning at him.

“This doesn’t prove anything. And I am still your husband.” He argued.

Chloe sat there, not sure what to make of the discussion. She was about to say something when something crashed through the window. The three teens starred at the form of Chat Noir. He was looking different. His ears and tail were real instead of accesories and instead of bell on his neck he had only a choker with word ‘Marinette’ written on it.

“My Purrincess! I come to save you!”

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black-streak · 4 years

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Waiting for the Worms - Outside the Wall

Part 19

Hey guys, very short, laid back chapter. I finished up writing my timari spitefest work and then immediately had a 6 month old puppy brought into my life. She likes sleeping on my hand. If you guys want, I'll post a picture of her, but the point is that writing may slow down significantly due to training and cuddles. Sorry this is almost more of a filler.

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Walking through the portal, Jason took in the sight of his team dropping their transformations one at a time, taking no mind to the kid who walked in behind him. Guess it didn't really matter. What are the chances he would recognize them in any manner that mattered? Plus, they wanted the kid to feel comfortable here. That he could trust them.

Marinette walked over to him, barely glancing at the awkward Robin standing out of place.

"Alright, reprieve is over. You'll never adjust to your body this way," she said with an apologetic smile, lacing their fingers together and both loosening their crushing grip on their bond they'd been holding for the last two hours. As they both relaxed their minds, they slipped back into their own bodies, souls settling happily into their rightful place.

Placed properly, Jason turned towards the Robin in the room, offering a lopsided smirk, "Welcome to the shitshow."

He shuffled his feet, "I don't plan…"

"On staying. Yes, we know Timothy. It's okay," Marinette helped him out, smile soft.

His shoulders tensed and narrowed eyes stared them down, staying quiet.

"Look, replacement, we're not trying to intimidate you or anything. We know Bruce's identity. Comes with being one of his charity cases, you know? It's not difficult to figure out which kid ended up in his care next," he intoned, trying to help Timothy see their lack of intentions towards revealing his identity.

"We only thought it fair you should be made aware of what exactly we know. I imagine it would be quite unsettling to think you had the upper hand on us only to find out later that we knew the whole time," Marinette chimed in next.

They watched as his face screwed up with an off put expression only to nod his assent, "That would bother me more, yeah."

"My name is Marinette," she put her hand out towards him, waiting patiently.

"Tim," he carefully shook her hand, staying almost formal despite the informal correction, "So the part about you getting stuck in the former Robin's body during his death. That's why you share the madness you mentioned before?"

"Lazarus Pit insanity. So fun. Definitely recommend," Jason decided to butt in, noticing the way Tim focused on Marinette the moment they switched bodies, "we were both dipped in a way, though she got the short end of the stick. My body, her soul."

"So some of it transferred due to it contaminating her soul then?" Tim asked, finally looking at him.

"Pretty much. Splitting it up this way makes it easier to handle," Marinette answered.

Tim seemed to consider this for a moment, "why are you answering me so willingly?"

"What purpose would hiding it serve?" He countered, receiving a surprised silence in response.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that out there. I'm sure that couldn't have been pleasant," Marinette slowly brought her hand to his shoulder, leaving plenty of time to move if the kid decided the contact was unwanted. When Tim allowed it, eyes still almost glaring, she smiled up at Jason and led the boy further into the room while he followed behind.

Zeroing in on where Marc stood on the phone, he gave a curious look only for Marc to end the call and curiously glance at the screen before turning back to the room at large, "That was Alfred. He can't make it here for a few days due to the giant man baby that's currently throwing a fit, but apparently someone else will be coming by tomorrow to speak to you two," This was partially directed towards Tim, but mostly to himself, "Said one would know her as a bat, the other as the eye in the sky."

"Barbara's coming? Oh great! It's been entirely too long since we've seen her!" Mari perked up, "did he say when to expect her?"

"Around eleven," they easily replied, picking their way over towards the trio, "sorry about holding you down by the way. Couldn't let you get caught up in that mess. My name is Marc," was directed at Robin.

"So… you were the mice?"

"They were the mice, yes. I'm Juleka. I was the one who brought you to the portal."

"The fox then, and you were likely the cat?" Tim directed towards Kagami.

"Kagami. In the next room over is Chloe."

"The one who opened the portal."

Jason felt a strange sense of appreciation for how quickly Tim placed the identities together. As well as a sense of dread. This kid was too bright, too sharp, based on what Mari told him, to be so easily fooled by Bruce. To not see how toxic that environment was. What happened to his replacement to make him so willing to overlook it all?

At this point a small hand slipped into his as Chloe introduced herself to the boy, having entered the room a moment before. Looking down, he took note of Damian huddling closer to him, watching the scene unfold.

"Another one?" The kid grumbled, tightening the grip on his hand and looking none too pleased, "I know you said I'd have to adjust to new people, but isn't this a bit much?"

"I don't know, kid, you seem pretty accepting of me," Jason tilted his head, watching the kid stiffen slightly, a blush overcoming his face.

"I hadn't realized you changed back yet," Damian replied, though he remained gripping his hand as they watched Tim interact with the others, "Will they all leave already?" The kid added, drawing his eyes back down to the uncomfortable shifting. Glancing at the clock, he figured he might as well indulge Damian every now and then.

"Chloe, lead the herd, would you?" He asked, maintaining eye contact to get his point across.

"Alright you lot, time to head out. Surely Robin won't be too comfortable around all of us for very long."

There was a touch of an argument over this, but eventually the team picked themselves up around the apartment and headed out, saying they might stay away for a few days. Jason caught the grateful smile on Marinette's face and took his small victory in how Damian pulled him back a little when he moved, as though afraid he might leave as well.

When the apartment quieted down and everything went still, he took a deep breath and led the kid over towards the kitchen, feeling Marinette move behind him to follow. He set a pot onto the stove and filled it with milk to heat up, turning to look through the cabinets while it heated up, "Have you ever had Hot Chocolate, kid?"

"You mean melted? Once. I was given a piece to hide, but it melted a bit," Damian answered, sounding disappointed, though at only having it once or having to admit letting it melt, he wasn't sure, "Why?"

"Not quite what I meant. But I'll take it as a no. We're gonna have some tonight then," Jason responded, pulling down a bag of milk chocolate chips. They'd have to do. He pulled his hand up to ruffle the kid's hair, chuckling as he yanked back with a sneer, shuffling over to duck into Marinette's side, who'd been holding easy conversation with Tim all the while, carefully not commenting on the way the Robin pulled off his mask carefully and was beginning to calm down now that there weren't as many people. Jason chose this moment to eavesdrop, now that he no longer had to occupy Damian.

"Why's the new one still here?"

"Damian, this is Tim. He needed a place to stay."

"Why does it have to be here?"

"The same one who wronged Jason and I has wronged him as well. I imagine being around people who understand his position and won't judge him helps."

Jason chose to speak up now, "Marinette took you in when you had no one. When the two of you understood each other and felt connected for it. That's how you came to be family. He and I have a similar understanding."

"So he is family to you?"

"Nah, think more like when you first met her."

"You are… Wanting to protect him despite not personally knowing him. Instinct."

"Now you got it," he responded, pouring four mugs of the beverage, ignoring the calculating gaze between his shoulder blades. Then went about handing them out despite Tim's reassurance that he was fine, "drink it or don't, won't bother me either way, but I'm not going to leave you out."

Damian remained silent up until this point, observing the young teen curiously before passing his final judgement, "okay, as long as he sticks with you," the unspoken threat to keep away from Marinette did not go unheard.

"No one will take your place in my heart, little one. That place was created for you. If I become close to anyone else, they'll have to find their own place. Yours is occupied," she assured, as they both pretended not to hear his unbelieving grumbles. That lesson would be learned with time.

Through it all, Tim kept to himself, sipping slowly and watching their interactions. Jason couldn't know what the boy thought, but if he had to wager a guess, he probably felt suspicious over how open and honest they were. Confused by their relation to Damian, but unsure if it was safe to ask. Likely, the teen just wasn't sure what to make of it all and wouldn't for quite a while.

It'll take time and reassurance, probably even multiple visits from Alfred and Barbara to convince Tim that this was a safe place for him, but they had time to spend.

#maribat #jasonette #ml x dc #WFTW #part 19 #Alfred and Barbara will be in part 20

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soudont · 3 years

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kim’s akumatization is valid, y’all are just mean

a trend i noticed amongst the fandom is that people tend to think that dark cupid’s akumatization is not very valid due to the reason being that kim was “just heartbroken.”

i think this is a really unfair thing to say because that’s.. probably not the only case behind it. to say that kim “should’ve realized it was coming since it was chloe” is dismissing the whole point. in my eyes, there’s definitely more to this than just a simple rejection, but while we’re here, i’ll address it.

here’s why kim’s akumatization is completely valid:

first off, emotions make people blind.

and it’s not like this isn’t a case in the show; marinette is one giant example of this. she’s completely dismissal about adrien doing ANYTHING wrong and is all together blinded by her feelings when it comes to anything adrien related. marinette is considered a “smart character” in the show as well, but she’s constantly getting hurt by things that don’t go the way she planned when it comes to adrien.

in comes kim, a character considered to be a “dumb jock” and this trope is consistent throughout the show. he’s already dimwitted, so to combine that with emotions that make you think irrationally would make him extremely ignorant to reason. this is even shown in the show! he knows chloe is not necessarily a good person, yet he follows her around like a love-struck puppy all the damn time and this behavior is consistent until the introduction of undine. so, why is it fair to say that kim isn’t justified in not being perceptive enough to see the rejection coming, but marinette is, even though she’s arguably just as bad?

short answer: it’s not.

secondly, and this is my main point, i think toxic masculinity has a huge role in his akumatization.

kim as a character can be seen as one giant symbol for toxic masculinity. for one, he is the pinnacle anything typically “masculine”. he’s muscular, athletic, competitive, cocky, and hot-headed. not only that, he also showcases textbook toxic masculine behaviors.

he allowed himself to be blackmailed by chloe into voting for her for class rep. why did he do this? because she threatened to expose his arachnophobia. this is one of the more common phobias, but he’s completely ashamed of being afraid. his unwillingness to showcase an emotion such as fear, instead of being the “big, strong, brave, emotionless man”, is a result of toxic masculinity.

he also bullies ivan for writing love letters to mylene. writing love letters has been historically seen as a “feminine” behavior, firstly. secondly, he literally mocks ivan for.. having a crush? again, shunning a man’s behaviors that contradict the “big, strong, brave, emotionless man” trope. classic toxic masculinity.

he also needs to boost himself all the time, like following through with a bunch of crazy dares. or challenging his classmates to competitions to prove he’s the best. or (even though this is the dumbest way possible) challenging a literal panther just to impress his best friend. and all of this is because he feels insecure. oh look, more toxic masculinity signs!

toxic masculinity can do a hell of a lot of damage to your self esteem. because kim can’t be the “big, strong, brave, emotionless man” (since that’s literally impossible), he’d probably think that he’s not good enough, and that sort of feeling is absolutely crushing.

and that brings us to dark cupid. so, here we have a teenage boy and a victim of toxic masculinity that lets it control a lot of aspects of his life, taking a risk and planning to confess to a girl, even though he is terrified of being vulnerable.

and ultimately, he gets rejected. and then it gets worse; chloe exposes his vulnerably to all of their classmates and publicly humiliates him. so now, he’s heartbroken, humiliated, and most likely having a lot of self-deprecating thoughts about how he let himself be vulnerable (making him not good enough).

so, y’all shun him for enforcing toxic masculinity onto ivan (which he is not excused for, by the way.), yet also invalidate him for not being the “big, strong, brave, emotionless man” when he gets akumatized? the hypocrisy in this fandom is loud.

in conclusion, he’s perfectly valid and the reason for his akumatization is good. y’all are just mean.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #le chien kim #kim le chien #dark cupid #this is rlly random but #i am tired and i went on a rant on my discord server #so here we are

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xwaywardhuntress · 5 years

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You’re Not From This World (Part Two)

Summary: Imagine the boys get sent to an alternate reality again without you, which leaves you stuck with the Winchester look-alikes, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padalecki.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, Jensen Ackles x alternate world!reader (Catherine, Cat)

Warnings: Dean and Sam absence, at least this part.

Words: 1600+

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is fanfiction only. Please do not redistribute my writings on other sites, horrible or not. Thanks!

Part One

It was time to call in the cavalry.

“CAS! I NEED YOU NOW PLEASE!” You yelled aloud which surprised Jensen and Jared.

Within moments, Castiel appeared before you and the boys. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

Jared had his mouth open, amazed by the angel’s appearance. “Wow! Did you see that Jens?! He really appeared out of nowhere!”

Castiel shot Jared a questionable look until he realized that the one before him was not Sam. He glanced at Jensen too, who also seemed amazed but didn’t show it as much as Jared did. The angel walked over to Y/N and pulled her to the side. “They are not Dean and Sam. They are not from our world.” He explained.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “No kidding Sherlock.” You took a glance back at the boys who were now talking to each other and probably about the angel’s magical appearance. “Uh, first, would you mind healing this?” You gestured to your right shoulder. Castiel nodded, placing his hand on your right shoulder. You felt a brief moment of warmness surround your shoulder and when it dissipated, your shoulder did not hurt anymore. “Thanks, Cas.”

Jensen and Jared saw the angel’s actions as Jared squealed about it to Jensen.

You let out a breath of air. “I think Dean and Sam got switched out for them by the witch somehow.”

“Hm. What was the name of the witch you were hunting?” Cas asked.

“Uh, she called herself Remy Kyteler, I think.”

Cas had a concerned look on his face when he heard the name. “What was happening to the victims?”

“They grew old or went crazy talking about how…” You had just realized something you hadn’t caught before. How could you have missed it? You asked yourself. “…how this wasn’t their home, or I’m guessing now, how this wasn’t their world.”

The angel frowned.

“What is it, Cas?” You asked worried about his frown.

“I don’t believe you were dealing with a witch. A witch from this world, without the book of the damned, does not possess the power to reach into other worlds. And we know as of right now, Rowena has the book.” Cas explained.

“So what were we dealing with then?” You asked confused and worried that the hunted was a bigger threat than they had originally thought.

“I’m not sure. I will look more into it and get back to you when I have found something.” And with that said, the angel vanished.

“Great. Super.” You groaned as you turned your attention back on the boys.

“Aw, did Cas leave already?” Jared asked, looking like a disappointed puppy.

“I’m guessing it won’t be easy to get us back. Or get your Dean and Sam back, will it?” Jensen asked.

“No, it won’t.” You let out a sigh. “Looks like you boys are stuck with me for a bit. In the meantime, you can finally experience the true work of researching.” You said walking over to the table and began tapping the top of the stacked books. “From what Cas told me, what we originally thought was a witch hunt may be something else. So, what you’ll be looking for is anything that deals with time and other worlds. Got it?”

The boys nodded their head. Jared seemed enthusiastic about getting to do actual research. Jensen didn’t seem to show much emotion besides being compliant to do what he was told.

You left to grab your laptop and came back taking a seat across from Jensen and next to Jared.

Hours passed with no leads. It looked to be almost an all-nighter. You took turns with the boys about who would use your laptop, while the other two read through books. Eventually, you made an easy pasta dish and a pot of coffee which both boys were happy to consume. There was one small thing that began bothering you after a while and it was Jensen’s excessive staring from time to time. Whenever you made eye contact, he would look back down at what he was doing. This only made you wonder if him and this Catherine, that they had called you earlier, were a thing in their world.

“Arghh, I can’t take it anymore!” Jared yelled.

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit to yourself. You had to admit that they lasted longer than you thought they would. “Why don’t you go take a nap, Jared? Researching can take a lot out of you and it’s pretty late.” You looked at the clock that read 3:03am. You all had probably arrived back at the bunker around 11pm last night. You were surviving on 6 hours of sleep prior. It was more than what you would usually get, at least. “You can use Sam’s bed. You two are basically the same.”

Jared nodded as you got up and then led him to Sam’s room.

He fell instantly on the bed, front first. “Just for a little bit, then I’ll come back to help.” He mumbled as he immediately passed out.

You shook your head at him laughing to yourself as you made your way back to the library. Walking by Jensen, you placed your hand on his shoulder, as you would usually do with Dean.

Jensen stiffened at your touch. Noticing, you took your hand off. “You can take a break too if you want. Get in a nap. I’d offer Dean’s bed but I might need to use it soon for my own nap.” You smiled.

“I’m good. I can keep going for a bit longer as long as I have my cup of joe.” Jensen replied with almost a forced smile.

“Okay, if you say so.” You said hopping back onto your chair you had been sitting in.

After another hour of researching, the stares from Jensen earlier hadn’t decreased which led you to ask, “So in your world, what’s the deal between us two?”

“I’m sorry?” Jensen asked taken back.

You placed the book down on your lap. “What’s the deal with you and this Cat chick? I mean, if you haven’t realized already, Dean and I are a thing here.”

Jensen smiled, “I know. You’re together in our show too. Also, the subtle touches since I came into this world were a giveaway. I’m sure you do them naturally without thinking. ”

“Yeah, it’s hard to not treat you the same way as him when you look exactly like him.” You answered. “Back to my question, what’s the deal with you and my other self, Cat? Obviously, something has to be going on, I doubt an alternate version of Dean and I wouldn’t have some sort of chemistry. Not to mention, you tend to stare a lot when you think I’m not looking.”

Jensen laughed. “I guess I should thank your hunter’s instincts for giving me away in watching you. Sorry to say, but in my world, you and I….I mean Cat and I, we’re just friends. That’s all.”

“Just friends. I remember those days between Dean and I.” You chuckled. “Sam use to get so frustrated at us for being stubborn to admit we had feelings for each other.”

“I bet.” Jensen chimed in.

“And I bet, it’s the same case with you two. Except Jared seems more like a teaser than someone who would get frustrated.” You smiled to yourself thinking about it.

Jensen smiled too. Y/N was right on the dot. Jared would tease him all the time about Cat.

“So what’s holding you back from taking the giant leap?” You asked, leaning forward on the table.

“You.”

“Me? Wait a minute? What?” Clearly confused and not expecting that answer, you leaned back in your chair.

“You. Dean. This. Supernatural.” He commented. “If I asked her out, and it goes wrong, I’d lose more than just a great coworker, I’d lose a great friend. And I’d rather have her as a friend than nothing. Also, the fans could lose her too. What if after it all goes wrong, it gets awkward on set that she wants to leave? I mean she just came back after a short hiatus to do a movie. I wouldn’t want her to leave now just because of me. I’d feel terrible.” Jensen placed his head in his hands, clearly in a sort of distress mood just thinking about it.

“Holy shit. You two are just alike.”

Jensen removed his face from his hands as he looked up at you. “What?”

“You and Dean. You’re totally alike. Always thinking about the negatives instead of the positives. No wonder you’re stuck in the “just friends” phase. Listen Ackles, right?” You looked to Jensen to confirm you got his last name correct. He nodded confirming you did. “If Cat is anything like me, she would never leave the show or stop being your friend because of a possible date gone wrong. And I’m sure, she’s probably thinking the same thing as you. But until one of you takes that leap out of the friend's zone, eventually one of you will move on to another out of loneliness. And it’ll just go downhill from there.”

Jensen chuckled, “You’re speaking out of experience?”

“I think you already know the answer to that and aware of the journey Dean and I had to go through. I’m hoping you guys will have a much easier experience, without having monsters and the lot not existing. Just don’t let her slip away. If Dean were here, I’m sure he would say the same to you.” You smiled at him.

Jensen leaned back laughing. “Who knew I’d need Y/N L/N to chew me out about my love life.”

“Hey, that wasn’t free advice. I’m expecting you to ask her out as payment.” You said crossing your arms.

“I will. I wouldn’t want the great Y/N coming after me for not following through with my payment. You’re definitely as badass as you’re written in our world.” Jensen chuckled. “I’m happy Dean has you.” He said smiling.

Before you could reply, Castiel appeared at the end of the table. “Y/N, I have news.”

Part Three

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eagesoldartblog · 5 years

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HELLO EVERYONE!!! Im a bit late today- oops! But here is day 5 of Whumptober!!!

Now, this must be said now, this prompt has a few references to suicide and self harm toward the end. Nothing graphic, but characters clearly speaking about it. Stay safe!!

Gunpoint

The evening had grown uncharacteristically cold that night. The frigidness enough to shoo any wandering animal or person into their shelter of choice. Some cats made a habit of resting on their back porch, curled up under the vents Duet always had on.

After they saw the first kitten cuddled under the sheet they set out, Duet started to make a habit of leaving the back door ajar.

Hearing the scratch of small critters roaming their halls, scratching up the curtains and making a nest in Duets many covers and rugs.

What Duet never suspected to hear- not without panic following their thoughts- was to hear a voice, and heavy steps falling on the back porch.

Sitting up, Duet softly yawns, stretching their limbs and draping a cloak around their neck, obscuring every part of them, before approaching the trespasser. Quickly after, Duet handles their staff, a crystal lining it’s top, a perfect weapon and a light wrapped into one.

Perhaps one of the homeless saw the light and decided to stop inside...?

Duet ponders, humming wistfully as they step out.

A smaller kitten- a calico- jumps in surprise when Duets bedroom door opens, peering up and promptly meowing a greeting. Duet paid them no mind, and kept walking, following the paintings and hung messages along their walls, before reaching the pantry.

If this was someone of no harm, would they scurry away?

Duet had no idea. Lacing their fingers around the clean door knob and cracking it open.

Someone flinches. The brisk chill of the wind attempting to bypass the insulated cloak.

The staff glows, and Duets eyes widen in surprise.

What Duet did not expect, was a man seemingly larger than his door frame leaning in, a hand pressed to one of the cats sides and petting them gingerly. Puffs of white air marking each shaky breath.

“Lewis, what on earth are you doing?”

Lewis- Vivi’s friend, a gentle giant who lingers around her every step- shakes and jerks back, vanishing past the door, “hold on, is everything alright?”

The steps creak loudly, crescendoing into a haphazard whine mixed with Lewis’s gasp. Duet pushes through the door, crossing the steps in a few short steps and peering out.

“Hold it.”

Lewis freezes, hunched over himself and turning to meekly stare at Duet in a moment of silent paralysis. At a loss of what to do, what to say to explain away his sudden appearance.

Lacking shoes, and a coat,

Duet thinks to themselves, recalling how “uptight” Vivi once said Lewis was about proper weather wear- forcing her to come into work with several coats. This sort of appearance on a night like this was far from natural.

Something else was wrong.

“I-.. I’m sorry, Duet. I never should have come here or-“ Lewis’s voice interrupt their thoughts and brought Duet back to the fact that Lewis must have been freezing.

Lifting their hand, Duet quickly silenced him.

“First, Lewis, no need to explain yourself. Please, come in, you’ll get frostbite,”

As if he wasn’t even aware of his own predicament, Lewis’s head snapped down to his own body and feet.

“Ah- are you sure..?”

“Positive. Come in,”

Lewis hesitantly followed their instruction, flinching at the bitter cold of the railing and forcing himself to walk up the steps.

“My dearest apologies, Duet. I didn’t mean to disturb you-“

“There is no need for apology, I would be devastated if I had left you out there.” Unclasping their cloak, Duet takes it off and holds out the feathery material, shaking it lightly when Lewis simply stares at it, “Be a dear and accept this gift, for tonight. I’ll prepare some tea for you. Please take a seat anywhere.”

Lewis blinks down at it, gingerly taking it with shaky hands, confused.

“Where... is your living room?”

“Down the hall, once you get to the end, turn and there will be a couch and television set.”

Before vanishing out of sight, Duet reaches over and opens a spare closet, quickly pulling out a pair of slippers, the biggest ones he had, “Wear these, I can’t imagine how cold you are.”

Steam rose gently from each glass Duet poured, allowing Lewis a chance to stop the flow when he felt necessary. But upon not hearing a word from him, Duet simply capped it off halfway.

“Would you like to talk, Lewis?”

The larger man stifles a breath, chest rising and falling calmer than it had before, and Lewis nodded his head.

“Yes, I wanted to ask why you let me in.”

Duet quirks an eyebrow, taking a small sip, “Is there a need for a reason?”

Handling his own cup gingerly, Lewis mimicked them, “... Yes.”

“Aha, you’re a funny man, I’ll tell you that.” Duet sets down their cup and smiled calmly, “You appeared at my doorstep without proper protection, in the middle of a freezing night, and presumably without prior knowledge I lived here. One can’t help but be concerned.”

“I could have been a thief.”

“Alas, that’s a risk I have been willing to take. Although, most thieves are easily subdued.”

Lewis furrows his eyebrows, “How..?”

“Offering a meal, a place to stay, a direction to a proper life. Or, if needed, I use one of my canes.” Duet explains, leaning over and gesturing toward their collection. And Duet turns to him again, “However, I’m also familiar with you.”

Lewis swallows back more tea, pointedly looking away from Duet now, murmuring how he still didn’t have the right to simply show up. Regardless of what he said, Duet simply shrugs.

“But, I do have a question for you Lewis. Why did you come here like that.”

Pursing his lips, Lewis nervously turns his attention to his hands.

“I had an anxiety attack.”

“So you ran?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

Lewis’s face twists, expression and lips tightening and growing intense, “I had a scary nightmare, and I woke up panicked, and I ran.”

Nodding, Duet leans forward, watching Lewis pointedly, “And?”

“... and..?”

“What was it about? You were very frightened earlier, so perhaps there is something I can do to quell your anxieties.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m sure!” The burst of frustration died down instantly, hand flying up to his mouth, a look of shock and shame spreads over his face, “..Im sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me.”

“Heh, you’re quite alright.” Duet says, tilting their head to the side and watching the light bounce off Lewis’s shoulders. The moonlight seemed to flutter against him, highlighting the slight gaunt in his cheeks and the darkness under his eyes. A swarm of negativity lingered around him, similar to his much smaller friend.

“Has everything been alright, Lewis? As of late.”

“... what do you mean?”

There’s a shift, a hint of defensiveness returning, Duet can feel the truth getting closer.

“Inside your own head. I’m not one to beat around the bush, so let me put it this way; how has your thoughts changed these past few days? Is it harder for you? Easier? Does it feel like the demons of your life have gotten the better of you?”

Silence grows between them, Duet keeping their gaze still and calm, all while Lewis’s face is tight and- a tad too panicked. Similar to how Chloe appears when Duet catches her in the middle of her schemes.

“Lewis?”

His face cracks, and after a tense moment, he lets out a heavy sigh. “Things are bad, Duet. Nothing is wrong at home, or with work... or my friends.. nothing really is wrong,” he pauses, “but nothing's right either. I sleep so much now and I’m - unbelievably tired. I think I may just be anxious.” Lewis rambles, releasing a deep breath and looking everywhere besides Duets face. They couldn't help but laugh.

"You've been sleeping a lot." Duet repeats, mulling over the words a few seconds longer, "I don't suppose this bount of rest your getting is the culprit for these dreams? Possibly feeling like you've done too little to be satisfied?"

Twiddling his thumbs, Lewis bites his lip and nods, "I suppose you can say that... Its been.. a bit more than that."

"Oh..?"

"Well! A- well not a lot but- nothing has been going on in my head- in general and I've been just a tad bit stressed and-!" Lewis splutters, the words spilling out of him like a waterfall, and it becomes painfully apparent just how much he's been holding all of it back. Unable to keep up, Duet instead keeps in mind the small details that Lewis kept emphasizing- A sense of misery, tiredness, and an over abundant amount of paralyzing stress, and on top of all of that, how little Lewis feels he can talk about these feelings.

"And how long did this occur?"

"About- well.. i've been noticing it for the past few months, and I can't help but think its getting worse! It's- its even affecting my dreams now. I- ..." His breath hitches, caught on the next details that would surely send anyone into a panic.

According to Lewis, that was. His gaze returning to his cup, and despite it now having gone cold, he snatches the cup and downs all of it in an instant. Drawing back with a gasp and sorrow painting his face, "Duet- s.. I-.. thank you very much for your kindness, and listening to my rambling, but I- I need to get home and-" Lewis is rising from his place, shrugging off the feathery cape and hastily folding it.

"Would you like me to drive you?"

Flabbergasted, Lewis chokes on his breath, straightening up, "I- im sorry?"

"It's far too cold out for you right now. I fear you may catch frostbite, and that will cost you a lot more. In fact, you may want to sleep more, wouldn't you?"

His mouth hangs open, about to respond and reject the notion. If it wasn't for the fact that Duet knew what they were talking about. Stilted, and now considering a whole lot more, Lewis resembled more of a startled puppy than the werewolf Duet compared him to when they first met.

"... I mean.. you're right but- its so late!"

"And your parents will be much happier knowing their son returned home safe and sound, don't you think?" Suggesting that, Duet watches Lewis's eyebrows furrow with concern, and stands up themself, "I can always explain what had occurred to them if they fret, but it would be far safer than you traversing Tempo on your own.”

".... Perhaps... I can always call my friend for a ride..?"

"But its like you said, it's far too early." Duet points out, but tilts their head, "However, I would be far more comfortable being driven home than you being by yourself. Do you have your phone, by any chance?"

By instinct, Lewis pats his side, his pocket, not breaking eye contact before he's digging around for it.

"I- I thought I had it-! But-!"

He freezes, eyes locked on the small and outdated phone held out to him. Duet- smiling- seemed to produce it from nowhere.

"I have Vivi's number already programed in, but if you have someone else in mind, by all means."

"... Are you sure..?"

"Positively."

For once, Lewis didn't hesitate, and he carefully took the phone and began to dial, murmuring to himself about Arthur being awake..

No answer. Lewis gruffs, dialing again.

This time, he lifted the phone to his ear and whispers, "Vivi...? Yes, its me... I know, I know, I'm sorry to call to late but-... Im at your boss's place, can you come pick me up? ... I'll explain in a little bit... Okay... okay... thank you Vivi... I love you, too.... goodbye." Lewis huffs, hanging up and holding the phone back out to Duet, "she's on her way. Thank you Duet, for everything. I'll wait outside-"

"Hm, I understand. Then I hope you realize, I am going to watch over you until I know you've been safely picked up."

"Are you sure?"

"It's my responsibility to ensure all of my guests are safe, so yes."

Conflicted, Lewis taps his fingers against his side anxiously, before nodding, "May I wait outside..?"

"If that helps you feel comfortable, yes. But you must keep the cloak."

Lewis doesn’t object, not this time.

The porch was far colder than even Duet expected, a chill shaking them both to their cores. And it seemed even with the cloak, Lewis still shivered. No words spoke between them. Leaving them both in a comfortable and calm silence. Until Lewis's chest rags a little heavier than before, and he turns to him.

"Duet, may I- share something with you? Its... a little frightening."

"Your in luck, frightening and mystery is my middle name."

"Heh- didn't realize you and Vivi shared a middle name."

"I try to keep a theme in my book shop, you see? Now, what is on your mind, Lewis?"

Lewis tenses, pulling the cloak tighter around him, "My dream... what- what made me so panicked.. I... I had a gun."

It comes out with a sigh, and Duet tilts their head, urging Lewis onward.

"I was about to shoot myself."

"Ah, I see. Is this related to your recent struggles?"

"... It is. I keep thinking about- ways to... to hurt myself. I can barely move half the time because of it."

"... Do you experience a need to take your life?"

"Not always," The puffs of air surround his face, lighting up how disappointed he was in himself for saying it, "but a lot of the time."

"Is that so?" Two headlights shine down the street, growing closer, "have you spoken to your parents about it?"

"You're the only one who knows." The car is pulling up, a door opening, Vivi opening the door and squinting up at that, dressed in only a tank top and some shorts, unaffected by the brisk chill- much to Duets own amusement.

"Do you plan to tell anyone else?"

Lewis doesn't answer, waving back at Vivi and about to head down the stairs to her, before he finally pauses and turns to them, "Yes."

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fyeahbecachloe · 5 years

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the one where beca doesn’t like dogs (3/?)

Beca/Chloe Rating: T Word Count: 1967 Summary:What looked like an emaciated wolf was currently lying on her floor glaring at her. Eyes wide, Beca stood there frozen afraid it would attack her.

Beca doesn’t like dogs but she’s dating a veterinarian so she’s pretty much screwed.

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True to her word, Chloe did take full responsibility of MJ over the next few weeks. She took him to work every day and brought him back when she was finished. Depending on their schedules, sometimes Beca was home before them and sometimes she came home late to the two of them cuddling on the couch. On the weekends, Chloe would take him to the park or play with him outside. Beca barely had to worry about him.

Except for his fur. Huskies, Beca found out, shed. A lot. Now that MJ’s fur has almost fully grown back and he gained back his weight, he was shedding like crazy. Beca would find tufts of fur EVERYWHERE. She had taken to lint rolling herself every day before leaving work. Chloe, of course, promised she’d sweep and vacuum the house on a daily basis which Beca protested to right away

“You’re my girlfriend, not my maid I can clean up after the giant fur ball. That’s why god invented swiffers.”

It amazed Beca how much fur can accumulate in just one day. MJ looked at her curiously every time she brought out the vacuum. She had thought, like most dogs, he would be scared of it but he just followed her around while she ran it over the few carpeted areas they had in the house. MJ was very curious about the detachable hose.

“Yes, dude, I’m getting rid of all of your fur,” Beca told him as she used the hose extension to vacuum the couch. She playfully aimed it at him and to her surprise; he rolled onto his back presenting his belly. Beca looked around to see if she could get Chloe’s attention from the other room but she was nowhere to be found. “What?” she asked the dog but he just stared at her, upside down, with his tongue sticking out. Beca looked down at the vacuum extension and then started going over his belly with it and pretty much vacuuming him. MJ’s tail started wagging like crazy.

“You’re such a fucking weirdo.” Beca was laughing as she continued to vacuum his belly.

“Are you vacuuming the dog?” Chloe’s amused voice came from the other side of the room.

Beca smiled. “Yeah, sometimes you just gotta go to the source.”

“I’m taking tomorrow off. I’m exhausted,” Chloe announced after she finished getting ready for bed. She climbed in next to Beca who had her laptop with her working on some last minute things. MJ was already in his own bed on the floor next to theirs. Beca had given up on the whole “no dogs in the bedroom” rule because it seemed like it was the only thing Chloe said that he refused to follow. It was fighting a losing battle. The only real time they kicked him out was during sex because having a dog in the same room you were having sex in was very very weird.

Beca looked up from work as Chloe cuddled up next to her rubbing their bare legs together. “Perfect timing since I will be working from home tomorrow.” She saved the file she working on and then shut the laptop close. She set it aside on her table and moved closer to Chloe, very aware of the leg that was now moving between hers.

“Yay, I get to spend the whole day bugging you while you work,” Chloe said as she lazily traced her fingers against Beca’s back, lifting her shirt to feel skin. Beca shivered.

“Babe, you’re about to start something you can’t finish.”

Chloe gasped in faux offense. “Who says I won’t finish? Or you won’t?” She grinned and moved her thigh up, pressing against Beca’s center.

Beca sucked in a breath and grabbed a hold of Chloe’s hips to stop the beginnings of a grind. “Chloe, you’re two seconds from falling asleep. Don’t pretend you haven’t fallen asleep in the middle of sex.”

Chloe laughed and removed her leg but pulled Beca closer. “For your information, Beca Mitchell, I fell asleep shortly after sex. Not during. Stop ruining my reputation and spreading false rumors.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss to Beca’s lips and reached over to turn off the lamp. “But yes, I am sleepy, so stop talking, you’re keeping me up.”

“You’re so annoying.” Beca turned around and let Chloe spoon her from behind. She took Chloe’s hand and put it under shirt and over her stomach.

“Do you need a belly rub, too, Bec?”

“Shut up, oh my god. Go to sleep, you’re keeping the dog up.” And on cue, MJ made an annoyed grunt. “See? Go to sleep, dog!”

Chloe started drawing circles around Beca’s belly button and smiled against her shoulder when she felt the muscles twitch under her finger. “He has a name, you know? How would you feel if I called you ‘woman’ all the time?”

Beca snorted. “You call me that every time I do something you find annoying.” Of course it was always in jest.

“How hard is it to refill the Brita pitcher?”

“Go to sleep, Chloe.”

“You forgot to refill the pitcher again, didn’t you?”

“I’m leaving you.”

Chloe kissed her shoulder. “You’re stuck with me forever.”

Beca started her days a lot later when she was working from home. She was awoken up in the most wonderful of ways with Chloe’s head between her legs and bringing her to an orgasm in her waking moments. She was just catching her breath when Chloe replaced her mouth with two fingers and made her come again while smirking at her.

“That’s for being so goddamn annoying last night,” Chloe winked before going to the bathroom.

Beca laughed and looked down to find where Chloe put her shorts and underwear. “Babe, where are my clothes?” The shower turned on.

“You don’t need clothes when you’re about to shower with me!” Beca quickly ran to the bathroom while discarding her last item of clothing. Chloe was already in the spacious shower and she stepped in and was immediately pulled into a kiss under the hot spray.

“Wait,” Beca said pulling back. “Where’s the dog?”

Chloe’s eyes grew comically wide. “Are you seriously thinking about MJ when I’m about to give you your third orgasm before 9 o’clock?” Beca opened her mouth to retort but realized she got nothing. “He’s in the yard, Bec.” Her eyes were twinkling with amusement.

“Oh, right, duh.” She nodded and gestured for Chloe to continue.

Chloe grinned and backed Beca into the shower wall and then sank to her knees. “Hmm,” she mused and lifted Beca’s leg so it was over her shoulder. Beca gripped onto the railing that she may or may not had installed customized for situations like these. She wasn’t keen on finding “sustained fall in shower while having sex” on any hospital discharge papers. Chloe made sure Beca had a proper grip. “I’m trying to figure out when I turned you into a pillow princess. I mean, 3 to 0 really isn’t fair.”

Beca’s snarky retort died on her tongue because Chloe’s was on her clit. God, her girlfriend was annoying.

After her very blissful morning, (which she did reciprocate, she was not a pillow princess, thank you very much) Beca was in her in home studio working on one of her many ongoing projects. She preferred working from home because it was more relaxing and her creative juices flowed more. And working in her pajamas was a bonus. Double bonus when Chloe was home with her and her distractions were a welcome.

Beca was approaching 3 hours of nonstop working while Chloe caught up on all her TV shows she didn’t have the time to watch. She didn’t even realize it was nearly lunch time until she saw Chloe in her peripheral leaning against the door of her studio. Beca pulled the headphones down from her ears.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”

“Well, I was going to make us lunch and then opened our fridge and pantry and realized we haven’t gone grocery shopping in forever.” Chloe walked into the studio and stood behind Beca’s chair and was already massaging the knots in her neck. Beca let out an appreciative moan. “I’m going to make a grocery store run to pick up essentials for lunch and dinner tonight. Will you be okay with MJ for a couple of hours?” Hearing his name, Beca heard the pitter patter sounds of MJ’s paws against the hardwood floor as he trotted into her studio. A space he knows he’s not allowed in but he sat down next to her chair anyways.

Beca narrowed her eyes at him but he just gave her the same look back. “Yeah, I’m sure I can handle Cujo for a couple of hours. Go get us some sustenance, please.” She leaned her head against the back of her chair and gave Chloe a goofy upside smile.

Chloe leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Okay, be good.” She leaned down and kissed MJ’s head too before leaving the studio.

Beca frowned as she watched Chloe walk down the hall. “Are you talking to me or the dog?”

“Both!”

MJ barked the same time Beca yelled “Rude!” He followed her to the back door before looking out the front window as Chloe’s car pulled out of the driveway. MJ let out a little whine as the car disappeared down the street. “Dude, she’ll be back. I think you’re becoming a little codependent.” He grunted at her before returning to his tennis ball.

Beca got back into a stride for a good 30 minutes when she felt a weight in her lap. She looked down and saw MJ had placed his head on her lap and looked up at her with what could only be described as puppy eyes.

“What’s up, dude?” She unconsciously scratched the back of his ears the way she’s seen Chloe done a hundred times before. His tail gave a half hearted wag. Beca resumed work and she continued to pet his head but MJ let out a high pitched whine and was still giving her the same look.

“What?” Beca furrowed her eyebrows, not quite sure what to do. “Chloe will be back in a little bit, I promise.” But MJ just made a grumbling noise, sat down, and stared at her. He whined again and then barked. “Dude, what? I don’t speak dog.” MJ almost looked annoyed before he got up again and this time tugged on the bottom of Beca’s pajama pants with his teeth. He looked at her again and then headed for the door and sat down.

“Do you want me to follow you?” MJ’s tail started to wag when Beca finally got up and he turned around to walk towards the living room with Beca following him. He led them to the couch and then laid down by it.

“Okay now what?” Beca asked him and then he began to paw under the couch. “Is there something under there?” Beca knelt down and looked under the couch and laughed. MJ had pushed his tennis ball under the couch and couldn’t reach it. She had to lay completely on her stomach to retrieve it and MJ copied her actions. When she got back up, Beca handed the rescued tennis ball for him to take.

“You must be the dumbest smart dog ever.” MJ barked appreciatively and took the ball from her. “You want to play fetch with that outside?” But MJ was already waiting by the French doors that led to the backyard. “I’ll take that as yes.” Beca took the ball from him before opening the door and he ran outside.

“Okay, MJ, go fetch!” And Beca threw the ball across the yard, smiling.

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themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy · 5 years

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If you would be willing to do a part 2 to the (last?) Sirius one where they drift apart and blame each other and break up (the original requester asked that they get back together in the end), I would be super grateful. I have read too much Sirius angst lately and my heart could use some fluff. ❤

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The weeks following the breakup had left the both of you floundering for some sense of normalcy. The daily routine that you had shared with Sirius was no longer a possibility, each day presented new challenges. The first few days it was the feeling of sleeping alone that had bothered you the most, Sirius, being a dog animagus had been warmer than usual, and your favorite thing in the world was both snuggling up into his warmth and waking up in it. But no matter how many layers you wore, how many blankets you wrapped yourself in now, it was never warm enough. It wasn’t warm like Sirius.

It felt warm like hell, not the heaven that you had discovered in the arms of your lover. Sirius had also felt colder without you, the tears staining his pillow each night not warming up his face like your hands did. Remus and James had heard him crying ever night, asked him if he was okay each time. The only answers they’d ever gotten were Sirius abruptly stopping his quiet sobs, or a soft, “It’s nothing guys, I’m fine.”

Never had they gotten a proper response, never had they gotten him to talk about what he was feeling. Which was why, Sirius supposed, he was out by the Black Lake, staring into the water with dead eyes. He wasn’t really seeing the ripples in the water as bugs skidded across the glossy surface, wasn’t really taking in the occasional splash from the giant squid. He was just thinking about what he had done wrong, where it had started going south. He remembered one time specifically, it was the day before the end of term and he was in the middle of packing when you came into the dorm to help him.

He had snapped at you, he had started an argument that didn’t need to be started, but the stress of seeing his family again was eating away at him and he let it eat away at you too. It had escalated until you were shouting, both screaming at each other, and it had continued for a few minutes before he stopped, mouth pressed tight to try to avoid sobbing. Tears had cascaded down his face, staining his shirt and eventually staining yours as you pulled him close, whispering that you were sorry for yelling and that you knew that he was stressed.

He realized how forgiving you had been, how sweet you had been to gather him up in your arms and console him like that after what he had done to you. But you did, you didn’t even ask for an apology for his screaming and he knew that he was in a way using you. He knew that he was using how sweet you could be to his own advantage, and you had finally decided to put your foot down.

He hadn’t noticed the tears on his face until the wind picked up, blowing his hair back as well as chilling the sticky tracks down his cheeks. He wiped them away with the sleeve of his sweater, inhaling slightly because the fabric still smelt like you.

He sniffled, hearing a twig snap behind him. He whipped around, seeing you wide eyed.

“I didn’t mean to… I was coming down here to sit, I didn’t know you were here. I’ll just go..” Your words were rushed and tight, and Sirius cringed at the harsh tone.

“Please don’t leave me.” He wasn’t sure whether his words were directed at your relationship or the current situation, but either way, he wanted to hold you, he wanted to apologize for being so awful. You hesitated, caving when he turned to look at you with the puppy dog eyes that he had perfected over the years. You sighed, plopping down next to him and staring out at the lake.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” His words were wistful and you nodded, noticing too late that his gaze was focused on you rather than the scenery.

You picked at the grass below you, breaking blades in half before a hand on your back made you freeze.

“Y/N, it’s been three weeks.”

“Yeah, it has.”

“Three weeks apart, do you miss me? Do you want me back? Because I want you back. I don’t care how foolish I sound, I miss you and all I want is to hold you again. Please say that you haven’t moved on, please say that I still have a chance.”

“You… You’ve had a chance since the day we split. You just haven’t used it. I’ve missed you too, but I think you know that things aren’t going to be the same. If you want to keep this going, I need your word that you won’t take advantage of me again, I can’t take anymore of that.”

“I swear on my mother’s grave.”

“Sirius! You don’t even like your mother!”

“It was a joke!”

“Joking at a time like this, what am I going to do with you?”

His answer was instantaneous, head snapping around to glance at you, “Love me.”

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14 Days of BeChloe Valentines

DAY 08 - GREAT DANE IN THE MORNING

Prompt from FanFiction User Lasleonas007: Chloe Beale's Great Dane puppy gets lost (it has been like a week), and Beca Mitchell finds him.

Beca Mitchell was out on her usual morning run on the beach behind her house. She was not one to want to do any form of exercise, but her trainer suggested it to help build up her stamina for her shows. She chose the early morning because the beach was usually deserted and the paparazzi hadn't come out yet.

She had been running for a while at a medium pace when the suddenly found herself flat on her back on the sand. All she could see looming over her was a huge head and tongue hanging out with drool ready to drop on her any second.

"Dude, get off," Beca grumbled as she pushed at the dog that decided she was a comfy place to lie down on.

She pushed and pulled and struggled but finally managed to get the dog, no beast, off of her.

"What the hell, beast-dog?" Beca yelled looking at the dog. She wiped at her chest where some drool had gotten on her. "Ugh! So not cool, dude!"

Beca stood and started brushing the sand off her while the dog sat on his haunches looking at her. "Who do you belong to?"

Beca looked up and down the deserted beach trying to find whoever this beast-dog belonged to. There wasn't anyone in sight.

Beca stepped lightly toward the dog. He was black and white, like a dalmatian but Beca knew from the size that this was no dalmatian. His head came to her chest, and when he landed on her, she swears he weighs almost as much as she does. She tried to see if he had a collar, but every time she moved to look the dog moved his head.

"Dude, your head is huge! Stay still."

She slowly brought her hand up and onto the top of the dog's head. He didn't move, and Beca stroked him down his neck while looking and feeling for a collar or a dog tag of some sort.

"Hmphf," Beca hissed out. "No such luck. I'll have to think of something else." She stood looking at him with her hands on her hips. She then started making 'shooing' motions with her hand. "Um, go home, boy. Go home. Go back to your giant dog house."

The dog jumped up and put his backside in the air and lowered his head as if he was bowing down to her. He was ready to play.

~~2019 BeChloe Valentines - Day Eight~~

Chloe Beale was beside herself. She was talking to her best friend and fellow teacher, Aubrey Posen.

"I don't know, Brey," Chloe said sadly. "I put him outside for a bit, and when I went to let him in, he was gone."

"Did he get out using the gate?" Aubrey asked.

"I checked," Chloe said. "It was still latched" She let out a small sob. "He's just a puppy, Brey."

"Calm down, Chloe," Aubrey said. "I'll be over in a bit, and we can go out looking for him. Okay?"

"Okay," Chloe said and sniffled. "Thanks, Brey."

Chloe ended the call and looked at the bright blue collar she held in her hand. She had just picked it up with his ID tag yesterday and didn't have a chance to put it on Apollo before she let him out. Chloe sighed and got dressed so she'd be ready to go searching when Aubrey got to her place.

~~2019 BeChloe Valentines - Day Eight~~

Beca picked herself up again and brushed more sand from her.

"Dude, stop!" Beca cried as the dog jumped around her barking and clumsily running into her. "SIT!" Beca yelled out, and the dog stopped and sat. "Good beast-dog. Good boy," Beca said. "Now stay!"

The dog sat looking at her, tongue hanging out and drool present at the corners of his mouth.

Since the dog sat when she told him to, Beca decided the best course of action was to leave the dog where he was and continue on her run. She turned to head back home when the dog started running next to her. She stopped.

"Sit," Beca commanded the dog, and he sat. "You can't come home with me. Go find your own home. I'm sure your mommy or daddy or whatever they call themselves is looking for you."

The dog sat on his haunches and looked at Beca.

"I can't believe I'm practically staring eye-to-eye with a damned dog," Beca muttered. "Stay!"

She starting running again and looked over her shoulder to see the dog sitting where she'd left him.

"Finally," Beca said as she continued her run.

Beca made it back to the steps leading from the beach to her house. Just as she started up the steps a white blur streaked by her knocking her into the wooden rail; it was the beast-dog. She thought she had left him down the beach and now, here he was, running up the steps to her house.

"NO!" Beca yelled and ran up the stairs after him. She yelled "Sit!" and the dog sat down on the top step leading to her home. He sat as ordered and patiently waited for Beca to join him.

~~2019 BeChloe Valentines - Day Eight~~

"Apollo!" Chloe yelled as she walked down the street near her home. "Here boy!"

Chloe stopped walking and looked around. It had been almost 24 hours since Apollo went missing and she was giving up hope of finding him.

"Let's take these flyers you made and put them up," Aubrey said. "Someone is bound to have seen him."

"Okay," Chloe said.

Chloe and Aubrey spent the next hour posting the flyers around the neighborhood. One lady walking by saw the flyer and stopped.

"I think I saw your dog," the woman said.

"Oh, my gosh, where?" Chloe asked excitedly.

"It was a few hours ago," the woman said. "He was running that way." She pointed in the opposite direction. "Toward the beach."

"Oh, thank you," Chloe said.

"You're welcome," the woman said. "I'll keep an eye out for him. I hope you find him."

"Thanks again," Chloe said. "Come on, Brey. Let's head down to the beach."

~~2019 BeChloe Valentines - Day Eight~~

Beca was in a stare down with the dog. The dog laid down and put his head on his paws.

"What's wrong, boy?" Beca asked suddenly concerned. "Are you thirsty? Do we want some water?"

The dog lifted his head and barked. "I guess that's a yes," Beca said with a laugh. "Come on, beast-dog. We'll get you some water and then you can be on your way."

The dog stood and followed Beca to the door. He waited for Beca to open the door and Beca looked at him.

"No, no way," Beca said. "You stay out here, and I'll get a bowl for your water. Now, sit."

The dog looked at Beca and sat. "Good boy."

Beca entered her house and made sure the dog stayed where he was. She closed the door and checked her cabinets for the bowl to use for water. Everything she had was breakable, so she looked around for something else. She found a plastic bucket in her kitchen closet and decided to use that.

The bucket was too big to fit under the faucet in her sink, so she decided to use the faucet outside. She opened the door and peeked out to make sure the dog wasn't going to charge at her. The dog was gone.

Beca was a bit surprised at the disappointment she felt. She'd only been around the beast-dog for about an hour, how could she possibly be missing it?

Beca decided to fill the bucket with water and leave it out in case the dog came back.

~~2019 BeChloe Valentines - Day Eight~~

Chloe and Aubrey got to the beach and decided to separate and go in opposite directions looking for Apollo.

Chloe called for Apollo and looked up and down the beach as she walked. She kept glancing at the water because she knew how much Apollo liked to chase the waves.

After an hour she turned to go back where she and Aubrey had started. She made her way back and found Aubrey waiting for her, but no Apollo. She sighed heavily and walked over to Aubrey.

"I'm worried about him, Brey," Chloe said. "He's just a puppy."

"We'll find him, Chlo," Aubrey said. "Let's call it a day, and we'll look for him tomorrow."

"But what about tonight?" Chloe said sadly. "He's going to be so afraid out in the dark. Alone and thinking I abandoned him or something."

"He'll be fine," Aubrey said leading Chloe away from the beach.

~~2019 BeChloe Valentines - Day Eight~~

Beca heard what sounded like a dog barking and opened her front door to see beast-dog. He was sitting in front of her door barking at the pizza delivery guy.

"Dude! Stop barking," Beca said as she came outside. She looked at the pizza guy who was frozen in place. "I'm sorry. I'll just take that." Beca took the pizza box out of the guy's hand. "You, um, you okay?"

"I'm afraid of dogs," the guy said.

"You're fine," Beca told him. "If he was going to do anything to you he would have done it already."

"Enjoy your pizza," the guy said and ran to his car.

Beca turned to the dog. "Why are you here?"

The dog stood looking at her. Beca walked by him and patted him on the head. She opened the door to go into the house and was practically knocked down as the dog shot past her.

"Dude, you have got to stop doing that!" Beca yelled as she ran in after him. She stopped short when she saw him jump up and lay himself on the sofa. "Get down this instant."

Beca put the pizza box on the coffee table and put her arms around the dog's neck wrestling him off the sofa. "And stay down."

Beca huffed as the dog sat looking at her. Beca wondered how she was going to get this beast-dog out of her house. She decided she'd worry about it after dinner.

~~2019 BeChloe Valentines - Day Eight~~

Chloe sat on her sofa looking at the empty space beside her. She had only had Apollo for a couple of weeks before he disappeared, but she missed him.

Chloe sighed and decided to fix a light dinner. She threw together a salad and sat watching some reality TV show while she ate.

Chloe heard a dog bark and jumped up to look outside. She was excited thinking Apollo had come back. It wasn't him. It was her neighbor from down the street walking their dog.

She gave the neighbor a friendly wave and went back inside. She dumped her salad in the trash and went to bed.

Chloe changed and brushed her teeth. When she came to her bed, she looked down at it with tears in her eyes. Apollo had slept beside her since she brought him home. It was nice to have someone, something to cuddle with.

Chloe wiped a tear as she climbed under the blankets. "Be safe wherever you are, Apollo," Chloe whispered into the darkness.

~~2019 BeChloe Valentines - Day Eight~~

Beca woke to something scratching at her bedroom door. It took her a minute to figure out what it was; it was the beast-dog. She groaned and put the pillow over her head, but the dog started whining.

Somehow, the beast-dog adopted her, and she hated to admit it, but he had grown on her. So much so that she had food for him with his very own food and water bowls. She felt bad leaving him outside at night. She worried he might get hurt or that it might rain, so she made him a bed in the kitchen.

He also had a nice new collar and a retractable leash. She knew he belonged to somebody, but until they claimed him, he was hers.

"Shit," Beca grumbled. "He probably has to go out."

Beca forced herself out of bed and opened the door to find the dog staring at her.

"Let me get dressed, and we'll go for a run on the beach," she told the dog.

The dog sat as if he understood her. Beca changed into her running clothes and shoved her phone, wallet, and keys in the pocket of her short-sleeved hoodie. As soon as she stepped out of the bedroom, the dog headed for the stairs.

Dude, as Beca called him, was waiting patiently at the back door for her. He knew the routine.

Beca checked the calendar on the refrigerator and saw that it was Valentine's Day. She grabbed the leash and hooked it to Dude's collar.

"Dude, maybe we'll get breakfast at that little diner down the beach," Beca said. "It's Valentine's Day, and I bet they have heart shaped pancakes. Would you like that boy?"

Dude barked and wagged his tail. Beca steered clear of the tail. It only took one time getting too close to realize her mistake. The bruise was almost gone.

Beca opened the back door and let Dude out; she then made sure to lock it before she walked Dude around the yard so he could take care of his bathroom needs. Once he was done, she led him down the steps to the beach.

They had been running for just a few minutes when Dude saw some birds and took off after them. The leash hit its full length, and Beca was pulled to the ground and actually dragged a foot or so before she thought to let go of the leash.

Dude had scared off the birds and came trotting back to Beca and sat staring at her. "Thanks a lot, Dude," Beca said, and she stood and brushed the sand off. "Every day. You do this every day. You're never going to catch them, Dude."

Dude tilted his head and looked at Beca brushing the sand off. "Don't judge me," Beca said. "I have high hopes that you won't do it and set myself up for failure and end up with sand in places it shouldn't be."

Beca picked up the leash and let it tighten up a bit before they started running again. Beca used Dude to set the pace, and he was running along about two feet in front of her when he suddenly stopped. Beca couldn't stop herself in time and found herself tangled in the leash and dog limbs.

Dude started to run off, and Beca yelled: "Sit!" Dude stopped and sat.

He jumped up again before she managed to disentangle herself and stand up. Afraid he was going to take off again, she yelled "Sit!" and Dude sat. Beca noticed he was looking at someone running toward them.

"Apollo!" the voice yelled out.

Beca looked around to see who this woman was yelling at. Dude got excited and pulled the leash out of Beca's hand and went running toward the woman.

"Dude, no!" Beca yelled running after him. She stopped short when the woman dropped to her knees in the sand and started hugging him.

Beca stood back and watched. She smiled at how happy Dude seemed. She must be his owner, and he knows her.

"Um, hi," Beca said. "I take it Dude belongs to you."

"Dude?" the woman asked as she took her sunglasses off and put them on top of her head. She looked at Beca, and Beca's mouth went dry as she got a good look at the woman.

"Whoa," she muttered. The woman was gorgeous. But it was her eyes that Beca couldn't stop staring at.

"Are you okay?" the woman asked.

"Um, yeah," Beca said. "Sorry. So, he's yours?"

"Yeah," the woman said. "He got out of my yard about a week ago. I've been looking all over for him."

"I'm glad you found him," Beca said. "He knocked me down while I was running one morning. Then he kept coming back and he sort of adopted me. He didn't have any tags, but I figured at some point he'd go just go home."

"He's still a puppy,' the woman said. "I haven't had a chance to start training him yet. I was worried something awful happened to him."

"He's a puppy?" Beca asked astonished at this revelation. "He's almost as big as I am and probably weighs as much as I do."

The woman giggled and stood up. "I'm Chloe Beale," she said and stuck out her hand.

"Beca Mitchell," Beca said and took Chloe's hand in hers.

Chloe's mouth dropped open, and she stood frozen, so it looked as if they two were just holding hands.

"I'm sorry," Chloe said after a few seconds. She pulled her hand back. "I know you. I mean, I know who you are. I love your music."

"Thanks," Beca said and blushed.

Beca tried to cover her blush by bending over and picking up Dude/Apollo's leash. The dog took that to mean it was time to start running again. He took off, and it caught Beca by surprise. She was jerked forward and fell into Chloe, knocking them both the to ground with Beca laying on top of the redhead.

Beca let go of the leash and looked down at Chloe. "I'm so sorry," Beca said and pushed up to get off of Chloe. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Chloe said.

Beca stood and put her hand out to help Chloe up. They both brushed the sand off their clothes. The looked at each other and started laughing.

"I'm sorry," Beca said. "I can't tell you the number of times Dude had me eating sand."

"You call him, Dude," Chloe said. "Why?"

Beca chuckled and said, "He didn't have a tag, so I didn't know if he had a name. I call everyone dude and started talking to him, so dude just stuck." Beca blushed when she saw the grin Chloe was wearing. "And I can't believe I just told you I was talking to your dog like he was a person."

"That's okay, I do it, too," Chloe said. "His real name is Apollo. I read a book about Great Danes, and it said they were the Apollo of Dogs. I liked it, so I named him Apollo."

"That's so much cooler than why I call him Dude," Beca said.

Beca and Chloe stood and watched Apollo frolicking around a bit. Beca went over to him and grabbed his leash. She led the dog back over to Chloe.

"I believe this belongs to you," Beca said handing the leash over to Chloe.

"If you, um, give me your address I'll be sure and get the lease and collar back to you," Chloe said. "And, I'll pay you back for them."

"Don't worry about it, just keep them," Beca said. "Actually, if you give me your address I'll bring the things I bought for him to your house. I have a huge-ass bag of dog food, but I don't have a dog of my own, so you'd be doing me a favor."

"Um, totes, that'd be great," Chloe said. "Well, I guess I should get going."

Chloe turned to go; Beca grabbed her arm.

"Wait. I sort of promised Dude, I mean, Apollo heart-shaped pancakes in honor of Valentine's Day. Would you like to join us? There's a little diner just down the beach."

"I love pancakes," Chloe said. "You'll have to let me invite you to my place for dinner. You know, as a thank you for taking such good care of Apollo."

"That's not-" Beca started and stopped. Instead, she said, "You know what? I'd love to have dinner with you."

"Great," Chloe said. "It's a date."

"The first of many, I hope," Beca said.

"I hope so, too," Chloe said.

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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What Kamski Left Behind

Previous: 1/2 Characters: Tony Stark, Connor, and Chloe. Summary: “I believe that is an android prototype willed to Howard Stark after Elijah Kamski’s death.” Elijah Kamski? Now that is a name that Tony knows. AN: I forgot to post the second part on Tumblr! Wow!!

“Who is this?”

Tony beams, “This is Connor! A state of the art android!”

“You must be Virginia Potts,” Connor holds out his hand politely for a shake.

“Yes, but everyone calls me Pepper,” she confirms as she stares at his hand. Connor continues to hold out his hand, unmoving, taking no offense to her reluctance in shaking it. “So this is the android you’ve been working on for months?”

“The one and only!” Tony can’t contain the joy from his words.

Pepper glances at Tony and then back at Connor’s hand. She reaches for his hand and gives him a firm shake. “Pleasure.”

Connor smiles. He smiles a really weird smile that Tony knows is an attempt to follow basic human ‘friendliness’ in greetings.

“You can call on him for whatever you need,” Tony explains to her, “and I’ve set him up so that he has direct communication with Jarvis! Jarvis will send him to you if you ever need any manual work done.”

“I have assistants for that,” Pepper sighs.

“You never know when you’ll need an extra hand,” Tony shrugs with a lopsided smile. Pepper sees his happiness and can’t help but form her own smile. Tony’s mood lifts her own. “Just don’t hurt him too much. He’s my baby.”

Pepper raises a brow. “Your baby?”

“Hell yeah!”

“That’s the sort of terms you use for your cars Tony.”

“I’ll have you know that I created some of those automobiles-”

“He’s not a car,” Pepper interrupts. She then looks Connor up and down. “Or a baby.”

“Mr. Stark may call me whatever he likes,” Connor interjects.

“He doesn’t mind!” Tony says in elation.

“It’s strange if another grown man calls another grown man his baby.”

“I am not a grown man, Ms. Potts,” Connor explains, “I am an RK800. An Android model created to assist Mr. Stark.”

“No but you look like one,” she tells him.

Connor says nothing to that.

“Enough of confusing Connor,” Tony waves at Pepper dismissively. “I’ve got tons of things that I need to catch up on now that he’s up and running.”

“Speaking of which,” Pepper says, “you have an appointment with Nick Fury.”

“That old kook again?”

“You’ve been neglecting his calls for months.”

“Why should that change now?”

“Because you’re the leader of the Avengers,” Pepper scolds Tony like a child.

Tony simply huffs and folds his arms across his chest.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

After introducing Connor to Pepper - Tony made certain to introduce Connor to many of the staff members as well. He couldn’t have the employees at the front desk denying Connor any entry. Then again, even if they did, Jarvis would simply comm them and tell them to let him in.

Tony gets a lot of his things in order before he drags Connor to Detroit.

Chloe waits for them.

Tony doesn’t break promises.

Okay - well - except for that one time…

He shivers at the memory.

Pepper was not a person to break promises with.

Chloe welcomes them with open arms. She shows the same exhilaration that Tony had when Connor had first woken up. She circles around Connor in inspection, checking him up and down, and Tony stands to the side to watch.

Chloe then glances at Connor’s LED.

She raises her hand and her fingers gently touch the side of her own forehead.

Strange.

“Did you know what his original purpose was for?” She distracts herself with a question as her hand falls back to her side.

Tony shakes his head. “No.”

“He was created to assist in police investigations. Homicide.”

So that’s why he had a whole crap-ton of features that Tony hadn’t understood. He had been tempted to remove half of them but didn’t on the account that he might have to start from scratch again. One wrong move could be the biggest mistake.

“Why is that?”

Chloe shrugs.

“Haven’t a clue.”

He misses the flash that flies through her eyes.

Tony leaves Chloe’s place after she has her fun asking Connor a billion questions about the way he works. Connor knows every little detail about how he functioned.

He takes Connor around Detroit to see how he’d react to things in person. Connor may have the entire web in his head, just like Jarvis, but that didn’t mean he should miss out in the experiences of half of the places they went too. Tony had the full intent on showing Connor the wonders of humanity. He’d show him that there was a lot more to just being a machine even if that was exactly what Connor was.

Connor seems to appreciate it.

Or, at least he pretends to because he always seeks to please everyone with his weird smile.

Which was fine by the way. It was charming all on its own.

Their trip doesn’t last too long. They’re back at the Avengers Tower before the next evening and Tony does another check-up on Connor.

Then he sees something he had missed.

Small. That’s the only way to explain it.

Deviant string.

That’s what it was titled. It had been carefully tucked into the corner of Connor’s programming.

Tony had no idea what it did.

But Connor? He knows every detail about it right?

“What’s this?” Tony points at the floating screen of information in front of him.

Connor glances over at Tony and his eyes scan the screen with precision.

“I am… unsure…”

Okay.

Okay? Wait a second.

“How do you not know?”

“It’s not something I’m familiar with,” Connor rephrases. “I do not how to interpret it.”

“Lame,” Tony huffs before taking a closer look at it.

Must be Kamski.

Of course, it had to be Kamski. Who else could it be?

What a mysterious guy. Tony had looked over his notes ten times over and still didn’t know more about him. Then again, he looked over his research notes. Not his diary.

Tony lets Connor free from his clutches after a thorough inspection. Once he sees that everything is in order - Tony proceeds to do tune-ups on his suits.

He had pushed off Iron Man for far too long.

It seems that tuning up his suits were a good idea.

Who would predict that they’d be attacked three weeks later?

“I am Paper Wasp!” Pfft.

“You’ve ruined my life!”

Unlikely. “Now I’ll have to start all over again!” Uh…

“And I’ll start over after I kill you!” Paper Wasp was a scrawny-looking man with a baggy costume. The only things that looked sorta-good were the giant wasp wings that shot out of his back.

Paper Wasp, or whatever his name was, (what a forgettable guy) also had a gun he called a stinger.

Tony underestimated him.

He does that a lot. Ha. Damn.

Tony sniffs as the pain hits him like a fastball going at 100 mph.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

He flies into the wall. Totally destroys the thing.

Rude!

Connor stands to the side. He glances between the both as Tony lays in his wrecked lab.

“Do you need assistance? Mr. Stark?”

“Stay out of this!” Tony warns. He gets up, wipes his nose, and gets hit by another ‘stinger’ pellet.

He flies back. Again.

“You are injured-” Connor sounds worried. Connor never sounds worried. When did Connor ever sound worried?

“That’s an order!” Tony says because he doesn’t want Connor to get hurt. It took eight freaking months just to get him to walk around. The last thing Tony wanted was for Connor to have some irreparable damage.

Huh.

Maybe Connor wasn’t actually so different from humans.

Tony realizes that he values Connor’s life a lot.

Paper Wasp aims again.

“This time I’ll kill you!” ‘Like you weren’t aiming to kill before? ’ Tony thinks to himself.

Tony watches as Paper Wasp prepares to pull the trigger.

He also watches as Connor throws himself at Paper Wasp. He throws his whole body at him. His whole body.

It knocks Paper Wasp off-guard and makes the man stumble.

“Get off of me!”

‘Better work quick!” Tony’s thoughts are loud as he holds up one of his gauntlets.

Ba’am.

One blast to the chest.

Connor jumps back.

Paper Wasp falls to the ground.

Alive. He should be. Tony made sure it was non-lethal.

Ah - but…

Tony sends his meanest glare to Connor.

His baby. His baby!

He could’ve gotten killed!

“Connor! I explicitly told you not to get involved! When did you ever start disobeying orders!?”

Connor straightens himself and looks Tony dead in the eyes.

“I could not let you suffer any further harm.”

“You aren’t equipped for fighting!” Tony says, disregarding that Connor knows how to fend off attackers defensively. “Anything could have happened!”

Tony was unaware that Connor had already mapped several different scenarios within his mind’s eye. Connor had done what he did because he knew that it would be the most effective way to catch Paper Wasp off guard.

“I apologize,” Connor says. It’s not sincere. Not at all.

Tony lets a tired noise escape his lips.

Connor never disobeyed orders.

He never-

Tony pauses.

Deviant string.

“We’re going to have a long talk about this,” Tony states. He has a tone that leaves no room for questioning.

Connor nods.

Tony does have that talk with Connor. He has a really long talk with Connor as he checks him over for the third time that evening.

Tony looks at the deviant string. Again.

He glances back at Connor who sits like a kicked puppy.

“This might be a bit troublesome,” Tony mumbles to himself as his finger hovers over the location of the deviant string. One swipe would throw it in the trash. It was easily retrievable, certainly, but it was the action that mattered. Getting rid of it meant that Connor wouldn’t disobey again. Connor wouldn’t do something against Tony’s will.

He wouldn’t-

He wouldn’t…

He couldn’t do that.

He wanted Connor to be his own person.

Was that a strange thing to think of an android? It’s not like this hasn’t happened before. Tony has had several thoughts of severely reworking Jarvis several times because of the things the AI would do for Tony. Wasn’t Connor similar in that aspect? It’s not like Connor had any ill-intent with his actions either. He had done it all to protect Tony.

Tony’s hand falls to his side.

He pulls up a chair near to where Connor sits on his examination table.

Tony smiles.

“I’m done,” he says, “scolding you, that is.”

Connor blinks.

“Thank you. For protecting me.”

Tony finds himself utterly fascinated by the expression that Connor pulls off.

A smile.

It’s not the normal one.

It’s so human.

“I would do it again.”

#What Kamski Left Behind #Written Works #Bricksheep #fanfiction #dbh fanfic #dbh fanfiction #dbh #detroit: become human #connor #crossover #Tony Stark #Chloe #detroit become human #d:bh #completed

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Make Me (Where Dreams Come True)

For Bechloe Week Day 7 - Disney

Summary: Rounding out Bechloe Week with a bang! (Heh.) Beca doesn't want to dress as a Disney princess for Halloween. But it's all Chloe's idea, and Beca will do just about anything for her girlfriend, especially when Chloe bribes her... Smut.

Yikes, Disney-related smut. Listen, I tried really hard to think of something else to meet the prompt, I really did, but... oh, well. I hope you guys don’t mind?

Word Count: 4.7k

Rated E because go big or go home, you know?

AO3 and FFN

Beca Mitchell will do just about anything for Chloe Beale.

One time, Chloe locked herself out of the Bella house and Beca walked all the way from her internship during her lunch break to give Chloe her keys. Another time, Chloe had been having horrendous period cramps and was craving her favorite ice cream that was only found at one store nearly 30 miles away. Without a second thought, Beca drove there and back to get Chloe that specific brand. More than once, Beca has held Chloe’s hair while she threw up after Bella/Treble parties. On one occasion, Beca even watched all three High School Musical movies with Chloe and kept her complaints to a minimum.

And that was all while they were just friends. Since becoming a couple following Beca’s breakup with Jesse after her junior year, Beca’s willingness to support Chloe has only increased.

Beca will do just about anything for her girlfriend.

However, that does not extend to participation in Chloe’s idea for Halloween costumes. Matching Halloween costumes. Matching Disney princess Halloween costumes, specifically, meant for use at the annual Treble Halloween bash.

Chloe had suggested it casually over dinner about two weeks before Halloween. At first, her plea for the others to join in had been met with a ringing silence. Beca had been secretly delighted, hoping that the plan for matching costumes would fail before it even started. Then, to her dismay, Flo had broken the ice by asking if Chloe was planning on dressing as Ariel.

Chloe had wrinkled her nose at the thought and replied, “Nope, I’ll be Merida. Ariel makes me mad because if I were a mermaid, I’d have stayed that way instead of chasing after some idiot guy.” Despite that good point, Beca had been disappointed that Chloe would not be spending time clad only in a clamshell bra. She was snapped from her fantasy when a small riot had broken out at the Bella table, analyzing Ariel’s potential father issues.

It had only gone downhill from there. Following the debate over Ariel – who, they determined, clearly did have father issues – Chloe had eyed each of the Bellas in turn, waiting for their answer to her proposal. Under Chloe’s glare, Amy had elected to join in on the Halloween theme with a shrug and said, “As long as I can be Fat Cinderella, you have a deal.”

Emily, of course, had squealed – actually squealed – with excitement and had sprung up from her chair (she often ate dinner with the Bellas, despite living in the dorms) up to the balls of her feet. She had immediately called dibs on Snow White, which Beca thought suited her well. She really wouldn’t put it past Emily to sing to local woodland creatures, the extent of which at Barden might be a lone squirrel.

Flo, on the other hand, had been downright offended at the suggestion and had said heatedly, “Until there is a Guatemalan princess, I refuse.”

Cynthia-Rose had scoffed openly and laughed, not bothering to give a specific reason.

Stacie, though, under Chloe’s pleading gaze, had agreed to the costume idea relatively quickly. She had stipulated, however, that she needed to be Jasmine in order to “maintain her sense of body image.” Beca had snorted at that; she knew full well that Stacie only wanted to be in a costume that showed as much skin as possible, cultural appropriation be damned.

Next in the line was Lilly, who had muttered under her breath, “I’m already wearing my costume,” which had made Beca move her chair away from her slightly.

Then it had been Beca’s turn. She had elected to remain silent rather than voicing her thoughts, not wanting to be banished to the couch for the next two weeks. “Beca?” Chloe had asked tentatively. “I think you’d make a great Belle.” Beca had tried to keep the disgust from her face, merely shrugging noncommittally while the Bellas all whistled at her. Chloe had, thankfully, chosen to move on and talk about something else.

Ashley and Jessica hadn’t been in attendance at the dinner, having been watching a movie at the time, but no one noticed their absence until much later.

Since then, Chloe hasn’t pressured any of the Bellas to participate. Beca’s waiting anxiously for the other shoe to drop; she thought for sure Chloe would be all over her, trying to wrestle her into a Belle costume. But no. It really hasn’t come up between them. Beca is suspicious. She can’t quite believe that she’d gotten off the hook so easily. But as the days pass without mention of the Disney theme, she starts to breathe a little more easily.

That is, until she wakes up in the room she shares with Amy on the day of the Treble party to see an enormous, obnoxiously yellow dress placed in her desk chair. Belle’s dress.

No. Unacceptable.

“CHLOE!” she bellows, startling Amy awake in the bed next to her.

“What, babe?” calls Chloe in a singsong voice from down the stairs.

Beca rolls her eyes at Amy’s tired grin. “You know what!” she yells back.

“The party starts at 8!” is Chloe’s only reply.

Beca is fuming. She spends the entire day thinking of reasons she hates this. She really doesn’t want to be a Disney princess. She’d never been all that into Disney as a kid because she’d thought (and still does think) that movies with singing in them are lame. Plus, most of the princesses’ stories center around men, so that’s irritating.

Though, she has to admit, out of all the Disney princesses, Belle is probably the least annoying. She likes books, so that’s cool. She turns down the town’s most eligible bachelor for a giant scary beast, which is awesome. All the same, developing Stockholm syndrome isn’t a great story line to tell kids.

Beca watches the clock as the day drags on, knowing that she’ll eventually have to make a choice: either refuse and disappoint Chloe or agree and make a fool of herself while pleasing Chloe. It’s a tough decision. She doesn’t move when she hears the others getting ready. Doesn’t move when Amy gets dressed in her own white Cinderella ballgown. Doesn’t even move when Amy leaves, fully costumed, to join the other Bellas downstairs.

Which is why, when Chloe climbs the stairs to Beca and Amy’s room, dressed in her Merida costume complete with a fake bow and arrow, Beca is still sitting on her bed in a tank top and jeans, staring at the dress with extreme dislike.

“Beca?” asks Chloe, confused, as she sets down the bow and arrow. “Why aren’t you ready? The party is in an hour.”

“So I have fifty-seven minutes. Excellent.”

Chloe rolls her eyes and says, “Except no, you don’t, because we were going to head over early and help set up. Besides, it’ll take longer than three minutes for your hair. And makeup. And earrings.”

Beca’s expression becomes more incredulous with each thing Chloe lists. It all sounds so awful. “Chloe…” she whines. “I really don’t want to be Belle.”

Chloe stares at Beca as though she’d kicked her puppy. “But Beca,” she pouts, lip jutting out, “we already have the costume and it’s a theme!”

“Four people don’t make a theme,” Beca deadpans, wondering why Chloe can’t see that.

“But five do!” Chloe argues. “And look, you’ll be the fifth!”

“Chlo…” Beca sighs, looking down at her lap. She knows she’s being stubborn, but she can’t stand wearing dresses.

There’s a pause and Beca glances up to see Chloe watching her thoughtfully. “What can I do to convince you?” Chloe eventually asks slowly.

“Nothing,” huffs Beca grumpily. She hates yellow with a passion.

“How about…” Chloe bites her lip, thinking, then brightens. “I’ll buy you dinner at Chipotle whenever you want for a month?”

Beca’s eyebrows lift. Well, if that’s how they’re going to do things… “I like that,” she concedes, “but I’m gonna need a little more.”

“Um, I won’t make you do cardio at rehearsal for two weeks?” suggests Chloe, looking at Beca hopefully.

“Keep going…” Beca twirls a hand in the air, reveling in her new power.

Chloe starts to look somewhat put out that Beca hasn’t agreed to anything yet. She watches Beca calculatingly, making a slight sense of foreboding sweep through Beca’s body.

“Fine,” Chloe says decisively, triumph in her eyes. “How about if you don’t, no sex for two weeks?”

Beca’s mouth falls open at the injustice. “Dude, you can’t just –” she begins, then stops herself abruptly. Okay, if that’s how Chloe wants to do this. Two can play at that game. “That’s okay,” she says, enjoying the stunned expression on Chloe’s face. “You’ll just have to suffer along with me, then.”

She can tell that hadn’t occurred to Chloe, who clicks her tongue impatiently. “Beca! Put on the dress!” she exclaims, frustrated by Beca’s stubbornness.

“Make me.”

The words leave Beca’s mouth before she can stop them. The second she realizes what she’s said, her stomach drops and she’s reeling, trying to think of how she can take it back, but it’s too late. A wicked smile spreads over Chloe’s face; she looks predatory, terrifying. Sexy.

Beca swallows hard.

Chloe’s grin widens and she takes one step closer to Beca. “Okay. How about a little… bribery? To ‘make you,’ as you said.”

Beca scrambles off the bed to stand in the middle of her room, incredibly jumpy and strangely aroused. “Isn’t that what we’re doing?” she asks in a high voice. God. If Chloe’s about to do what she thinks she’s going to do… well. That’s just cheating.

“I meant,” Chloe purrs out, suddenly moving closer to trail a finger down Beca’s chest, between her breasts and to her stomach, “like this.”

Beca is rooted to the floor, unable to move. Her breath quickens and her hands ball into fists at her sides. Chloe is so cheating.

“Oh,” Beca manages to squeak before Chloe flings her arms around her neck pulls her into a searing kiss.

There’s no soft and slow start. Chloe’s tongue is immediately flicking against Beca’s, Beca having gasped in surprise at the initial force of the kiss. Beca’s body responds before her brain can catch up, her hands flying to the satin dress at Chloe’s waist and her own lips and tongue moving with Chloe’s, trying desperately to keep up. Chloe snares her lower lip between her teeth to give it a gentle tug, something she knows gets Beca going.

Again, cheating.

A bolt of heat shoots between Beca’s legs and she can’t stop the whimper that escapes her throat, spurring Chloe on. Hands move from Beca’s neck to slide into her hair and Chloe changes the angle of their kiss, deepening it even further. Reflexively, Beca clutches at Chloe’s hips until she finds herself being forced backward blindly, her back hitting the wall behind her with a loud thud. She’s momentarily concerned about the presence of other Bellas in the house but stops caring the instant Chloe’s mouth moves from her lips to her neck.

Her eyes flutter as Chloe presses her lips to the sensitive skin, occasionally grazing it with her teeth and sucking lightly. Beca knows she’ll bruise, but she’s so overwhelmed with Chloe, Chloe everywhere that it doesn’t matter. Chloe’s hands have somehow arrived on her hips, pressing her firmly against the wall, the pressure there making her lower stomach swirl in anticipation. Beca’s hands rise on Chloe’s back to trail her fingers up and down, dragging her nails over the material of the costume. She can feel Chloe shiver at the sensation, which heightens her own need.

She vaguely recalls that this whole thing had started for a reason and that she’d had a goal in mind, but she can’t quite remember what it was, her entire body suddenly feeling warm. It’s not until Chloe’s tongue flattens on her neck and drags upward, making her head thud back against the wall, that she remembers the dress and the party.

Okay, Beca thinks as Chloe presses even closer, she’ll go to the party, but not as Belle. Her body is on fire now, the growing heat between her legs screaming at her to keep going, to not let Chloe stop, but they have a party to get to and the Bellas are here and it takes all her will to say –

“Chlo, we don’t have time,” she gasps frantically.

Chloe nips at her ear before whispering, “So you’ll wear the dress?”

“N-no,” Beca shudders as Chloe growls and switches to the other side of her neck. “I hate yellow, and it’ll take too long.”

“We’ll just be late,” Chloe rasps, her voice husky. She recaptures Beca’s lips in her own at the same time she raises both hands to cover Beca’s breasts over her bra and tank top. Beca hears herself make an embarrassingly loud keen against Chloe’s mouth at the contact as she arches forward, pressing into Chloe’s hands. Chloe hums in response, still licking into Beca’s mouth, and runs her thumbs over Beca’s nipples through her clothes repeatedly.

Beca exhales noisily, finally pulling her face away from Chloe’s to latch her own lips onto Chloe’s neck, trapping Chloe’s hands against her chest. One hand grips Chloe’s lower back, pulling her even closer, while the other supports the back of Chloe’s neck as she bites down gently on her pulse point. She feels more than hears Chloe’s high whimper; that spot always works. Her hands tighten on Chloe, desperate to keep hearing the noises she makes. Beca knows she’s already wet; she can feel it with every shift of her weight. If she’s honest with herself, it had been building from the moment Chloe had started bribing her.

Chloe’s fingers rub again over her nipples through her clothes and Beca’s hips press forward involuntarily into Chloe, whose breath catches. For a moment, Beca is embarrassed by how turned on she is, how needy she feels, how much her core is already throbbing, even though they have a party to go to but then Chloe moves impossibly closer to pin Beca against the door and presses her thigh between Beca’s legs.

“Oh my God.”

Beca groans at the contact, breaking their kiss, and her body automatically drops to grind against Chloe’s leg. Chloe’s hands drop from her breasts to her to tug on her hips, encouraging Beca’s rolling. But Chloe’s damn dress is in the way, preventing them both from moving as fluidly as they normally do, so Beca’s hands move to the back of Chloe’s neck, scrabbling for the clasp of the costume. She finds it and releases it, immediately drawing the zipper down Chloe’s back. Chloe steps away from Beca just long enough to shimmy the dress off, leaving her in her bra and underwear. Beca shivers at the sudden loss of contact, only for Chloe to press into her again.

“You know,” Beca pants as Chloe’s hands ghost under her tank top to trace over her lower back and stomach, “if you’d have gone as Ariel, the undressing part would have been faster.”

“And if you’d have been in your dress,” Chloe replies breathlessly, again pulling back, this time to lift Beca’s tank over her head and off her to drop on the floor, “this would have been faster, too.”

Beca reaches to pull Chloe back in and flush against her, their bare stomachs meeting and making her skin twitch. She needs more contact, more Chloe, so she lifts her leg to wrap it around Chloe’s waist, pulling them together. Chloe hums again at the new angle, then gasps sharply when Beca bucks into her. Beca can’t help herself; she’s been craving some sort of relief for a while and the feel of Chloe against her – almost but not quite right – is driving her insane. She’s burning up, hands wandering, not sure where her body ends and where Chloe’s begins, but still she tugs Chloe into her, needing Chloe to be closer, closer, closer.

It’s at that moment Chloe pulls away roughly, guiding Beca’s leg back down to the floor. Beca’s eyes fly open – she doesn’t remember closing them – in distress. All she can think is no no no no, scared that Chloe wants to stop. But then, Chloe drops to her knees in front of her.

The air rushes from Beca’s lungs and her legs weaken. Chloe, perhaps sensing this, braces Beca’s hips with her hands, again forcing her into the wall. Beca’s hands land over Chloe’s briefly before moving up and behind her own neck. She’s even more turned on, now certain her underwear is completely ruined. Chloe’s hands glide agonizingly slowly to the front of Beca’s pants, stopping at the button. She looks up to make eye contact with Beca, silently asking for permission.

Beca nods frantically, her hands clawing at the back of her own neck, her mouth dry, and her core positively aching. With a small smile, Chloe pops out the button of Beca’s jeans and draws the zipper down in one fluid motion. Beca’s eyes again close and she leans her head back, widening her stance and waiting for Chloe to yank her pants and underwear down and for a tongue to appear between her legs.

But it doesn’t happen. Instead, Chloe cups Beca’s crotch through her jeans, making her moan out in surprise. She teases Beca, pressing her fingers against her and rubbing along the seam of the pants until Beca’s sure she’s going to combust. Her hips move of their own volition, trying to urge Chloe’s hand into some kind of rhythm.

“Chlo, I swear to God…” she groans when Chloe presses even harder. “If you don’t finish this right now….”

“Hang on tight,” Chloe replies, and Beca’s confused until suddenly Chloe is on her feet again and pulling Beca’s arms over her shoulders and Beca’s legs around her waist and she’s lifting, carrying Beca to her bed. Beca finds the whole thing so incredible and awesome and hot that the next moments are a blur. She dimly remembers taking Chloe’s bra off, but then she loses track of things until suddenly she and Chloe are in the bed together and both very naked, writhing against each other.

Beca rolls them so she’s on top for the moment, her thigh pressing into Chloe’s equally wet center again and again as she rocks into her. Chloe’s whimpering, moaning, her hands roaming over Beca’s back. When Beca drops to take Chloe’s nipple into her mouth, Chloe claws at her shoulders, leaving stinging scratches behind. Beca doesn’t mind in the slightest as her tongue circles Chloe’s nipple, the skin pebbling under her touch, her hand massaging Chloe’s other breast.

Chloe’s hips tilt up into hers tantalizingly, so she releases the skin from her mouth and props herself up on one elbow. Beca slides a hand down between them, fully prepared to touch and enter Chloe, only for Chloe to grab her wrist and hold it.

“Wait,” Chloe pants.

Beca looks up immediately, questioning why she’d been stopped. Chloe’s flushed, slightly sweaty, her makeup a little smudged, but she looks absolutely beautiful in that moment. So, Beca’s distracted and it takes her a second to make sense of what Chloe means when she says, “Nope, we don’t have time. In a hurry.”

And she’s almost angry that Chloe had started this without intending to finish, but then Chloe flips them so she’s on top and settling between Beca’s legs. Beca groans, understanding now, and Chloe immediately drives into her, thrusting and swiveling her hips to meet Beca’s, which are tilting upward. Now Beca’s the one whimpering and swearing as Chloe grinds into her and drops her mouth without warning to enclose Beca’s straining nipple.

She tangles her fingers into Chloe’s hair, tugging gently because she knows Chloe likes it. But soon, the throbbing between her legs starts to overtake her other senses and she’s squirming, wiggling down and against Chloe, needing more contact.

Chloe understands immediately. She rises from Beca’s chest and reaches down to press her hand between Beca’s legs.

“Shit, Bec, you’re so wet,” Chloe huffs, having the audacity to sound surprised.

“Yep,” replies Beca simply, her mind focused on how Chloe’s fingers feel gliding against her.

Her fingers continuing to stroke up and down Beca’s length, Chloe muses, “Maybe I should have grabbed the strap-on.”

Beca’s back arches and she feels herself clenching, toes curling into the mattress at the thought of Chloe using that on her. A desperate whine tears itself from her throat – she wants that, more than anything, she’s fully prepared to beg for it when –

“Ah, well, no time now,” says Chloe conversationally. “Maybe later on.”

And Beca’s fuming again because she knows exactly what Chloe is doing. “Chloe, don’t you dare –”

“Shh… let me make it up to you,” Chloe purrs and leans in, kissing Beca, forcing their tongues together.

Beca’s confused for a moment when Chloe reclaims her hand, depriving her center of contact, but then Chloe’s lips move from her mouth to her neck and continue downward. Chloe’s tongue flicks again at Beca’s nipples, first one side, then the other, making Beca’s eyes roll back. She feels Chloe move down her body, dragging her tongue drag down her stomach to circle her navel. Beca parts her legs further to give Chloe the room she needs to settle between them as a single kiss is pressed low on her abdomen.

Eyes still closed, Beca feels Chloe’s breath ghosting over her center, the sensation making her hands ball up the sheets. Soft hands land on her thighs, pulling her open even wider and she groans in anticipation.

“Look at me,” comes Chloe’s voice, quiet and serious. “I know you like to watch.”

It’s true. Beca somehow finds the strength to pry her eyes open and looks down to see Chloe staring back at her from between her legs. Without breaking eye contact, Chloe ducks her head down, opens her mouth, and swipes her flattened tongue up through Beca’s length.

They both moan at the contact, the deep vibrations from Chloe’s throat making Beca’s entire body tense and her hips rise into Chloe’s face. Beca fights hard to keep her eyes open but loses the battle when Chloe reaches for her hand, moving it from the bed sheets and into her hair. She licks into Beca again, another broad stroke that has Beca tangling red strands around her fingers, making Chloe hum into her center again.

“Ah – Chlo – just –” Beca pants as she squirms, trying to open herself even more to Chloe’s onslaught as a tongue prods her clit. Chloe stays there for a moment, briefly closing her lips around it before releasing it. Beca’s delirious, one hand suddenly in her own hair and the other still tangled in Chloe’s. Her hips jerk of their own accord despite Chloe’s hands holding her down.

There’s a brief pause and Beca wrenches her eyes open again in time to see Chloe drop lower. The tip of Chloe’s tongue teases into her, dipping inside for just a moment before pulling back. Beca grunts, her center tightening in anticipation, and Chloe repeats the motion once, twice, thrice, before she gives one more long lick back up through Beca.

Then, to Beca’s complete dismay, Chloe rises to climb back up her body, dislodging Beca’s hold on her hair. Wiping her mouth on her hand, Chloe asks, “Does yellow seem more appealing now?”

“Wh – what?” stutters Beca, taken her brain cells scattered.

“The dress,” whispers Chloe as she settles her hips back between Beca’s open legs.

“I – I don’t – I’m not – “ Beca tries to refuse, she really does. She knows what Chloe’s doing, how she’s taunting her, leaving her all worked up to get her to agree to that ridiculous costume.

“Hmm,” Chloe purses her lips. “Let’s try…”

And she leans over Beca, moving against her sensitive core and making her whimper. She places another kiss on Beca’s lips, letting her tongue poke through so Beca can taste herself. Beca’s hands fly to Chloe’s back, gripping tightly as she feels Chloe reach a hand down between them again to press into her center.

Beca’s whole body jerks and their kiss breaks when fingers move through wetness to circle around her swollen clit tightly. A slew of curses falls from her mouth when Chloe increases her pressure at the same time she nips at her neck. Chloe’s fingers trail down, circle her entrance, then glide back up to fully press on her clit, flicking it back and forth. Beca’s hips buck, needing Chloe to get on with it. Chloe doesn’t tease her for long – she certainly doesn’t need to – and in the next instant, her fingers dip lower and enter Beca, immediately thrusting deeply.

Beca cries out, unused to the pace Chloe’s setting. Sure, sometimes they go a little rough, but this is fast and dirty and needy, and she feels her walls twitching and clenching around Chloe’s fingers.

“Already, Bec?” Chloe asks, her voice full of awe.

Beca wants to object to that – Chloe’s been working her for what seems like hours – but she can’t reply. She’s seeing stars, her body moving with Chloe’s as Chloe uses her hips to drive into Beca, her fingers inside, palm rubbing against her clit. She’s scrabbling at Chloe’s back, moving to grab anywhere she can reach. Her entire body tenses and she’s so so close, just another push – then Chloe cheats yet again.

“So, about that dress?” she asks, easing out of and away from Beca before her orgasm can hit fully. Beca wants to cry and scream out at the loss of contact because she’d been so close and she’d do anything to get Chloe back inside her, anything, even wear that stupid fucking dress and –

“Yes, fine!” she groans. “I’ll do it, I’ll wear it, just please –”

That’s all Chloe needs. She drops back down, her mouth next to Beca’s ear as she’s instantly back inside Beca, pumping hard and fast, her palm pressing against Beca’s clit just right. Beca’s close again almost immediately, rocking into Chloe, matching her thrusts with the wiggle of her hips. Chloe’s fingers curl inside her, finding that sensitive spot and rubbing and Beca’s sent over the edge, hard, tightening around Chloe.

She has to bite onto Chloe’s shoulder to keep from yelling out. She thrashes against Chloe, wave after wave crashing over her. Chloe keeps her hand where it is, gently moving her fingers to ease Beca down slowly. When Beca’s body finally relaxes, Chloe pulls out delicately, making her gasp at the loss and the emptiness.

Chloe wipes her hand on her own thigh before laying down on her back next to Beca. They stare at the ceiling for a moment in silence, breathing hard. Beca is fully aware that she’d agreed to don a Belle dress in exchange for an orgasm, and she wonders vaguely at the moral implications of that.

Sex and Disney really shouldn’t mix. It’s weird.

After a moment, Beca realizes she’s been selfish. She props herself up on an elbow to look at Chloe, all stretched out next to her, a victorious smile on her lips. “My turn?” she asks, fully intending to give Chloe all she needs before the party.

Chloe cranes her neck to look toward Beca’s nightstand, checking her digital clock. After a second, she looks back to Beca and says brightly, “Nope! You’ll get your turn after the party.”

Beca’s mouth drops open in indignation. “What?” she replies. “But aren’t you all…” she gestures downward.

Chloe shrugs, not seeming to care. “Think of it as a business deal. You get half before, then half after the job is done.”

Blinking at her in shock, Beca can only mumble incoherently as Chloe sits up to get off the bed. “That’s, like, messed up.”

Chloe winks at her, putting on her bra again and stepping into her underwear. “Maybe. But it worked.”

Groaning in frustration, Beca throws her arm over her eyes, hearing the zip of Chloe’s dress as she puts it on.

“Now hurry up, I’ll have to redo my makeup and fix your hair,” Chloe urges.

Beca groans again but sits up to slide off the bed, stumbling slightly. She picks up her own bra and underwear and moves reluctantly toward the hideously yellow dress waiting for her.

There really isn’t anything Beca Mitchell won’t do for Chloe Beale. Not when she’s so persuasive.

#bechloe #bechloe week #my writing #smut #bechloe smut #beca mitchell #beca x chloe #chloe beale #im a little ashamed so don't @ me #pitch perfect fanfic

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zulasdubu · 6 years

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can i get a bemily + their first fight and making up please?? ❤️

Read it here on AO3 where I’ll be posting all my bemily mini-fics! Sorry it took ages I was just constantly unsatisfied with how I wrote it.

Or read here:

“Bec, please, don’t do this.” Emily sighed, running a hand through her hair, causing it to stick up. Usually Beca would’ve smiled fondly at her, finding her absolutely adorable. Normally she she would be laughing a little before running a gentle hand through the taller girl’s hair. However, right now was not a place for that. Instead Beca stormed off, shoving her hands in her pockets and trying to conceal her scowl.

“What?” Beca asked, turning around and fixing Emily with her best glare. “Do what, Emily?” She tilted her head and folded her arms tightly. “I can’t look at you, apparently, hooking up with Benji and not get pissed off?” She growled.

“Beca! I’m not hooking up with him!” Emily snapped - and seeing Emily snap made Beca flinch as she is known to be the most patient person on earth. “For god��s sake! Not every single person I glance at is someone I have a crush on!”

“That kiss at the World’s said otherwise.” Beca snapped back. “And the fact that he kissed you just now and you seemed to make no movement to pull away at all! Christ, Em. You’re clearly just using me to get over your feelings for him when he went out with Cathy.” Beca felt the tears stinging at her eyes as she gripped her hair and sighed.

“Beca, baby, I promise I never thought of you like that.” Emily attempted, trying to reach forward and hold her. “Beca, please. I tried to pull away I swear!”

“No, Em!” Beca snarled, lashing away. “You fucking kissed him and you’re telling me you don’t have feelings for him? You told me that you never had feelings for him, then why the hell did you kiss him at the worlds? And why the hell did you not pull away just now!” Beca was fuming, her words sharp like a knife.

“I swear you don’t trust me do you?” Emily fought back, her words trying to drown out the sobs rising in her throat. “You’ve never trusted me. You don’t even believe me Beca.”

“I believed you till I saw whatever that was!” Beca yelled. “What are we even doing here? We’ve been dating for how long and we still haven’t told anyone and I swear to God, if it was Benji you were dating instead of me you would be wearing him on your arm 24/7. You’d never be embarrassed of him like you are of me.” Beca snapped. Emily felt the dam break; Beca knew goddamn why she didn’t want to say anything. Beca felt a slight pang of guilt but made no move to take back her sharp words. Emily fell silent, her mind focused on trying to hold back her tears.

“I’m not a toy you can just pick up and use when you like Emily.” Emily still sat, wordless. “I’m not some experiment for you to figure out whatever shit fest you have going on with Benji. I don’t care what you say but I’m done with… whatever this is, alright?” Emily sat, fists balled up as Beca began to walk away. “I’m done.”

“Heard you the first fucking time.” Emily snapped back, her voice shaky from trying to conceal her crying. Beca felt the constant hit of guilt on the back of her head; it hurt like someone hitting her repeatedly with a frying pan but she didn’t turn; she kept walking and it stung like a bitch. Hurting Emily stung like a bitch. But she’s just too damn stubborn to do what she wants most: to turn around and sprint back to her, tackle her in a hug and hold her and tell her she’s sorry and that… that she loves her.

Emily didn’t come back to the Bella’s house that night. Beca would never admit it but she grew worried for the tall brunette’s whereabouts. Stacie made sure to call her and Beca found herself biting her nails and feeling the hit of guilt at the back of her head, she felt like an asshole for ever hurting Emily. Beca, somehow, found herself standing in the doorway of the family room - aka where Stacie was on the phone with Emily asking if she was okay. And then Beca found herself face to face with Stacie post-phone call and when she was pulling on a jacket.

“Where’s Emily?” She asked, her voice trying to find balance and not reveal how she was feeling but her eyes gave it away from their pleading nature.

“She’s in her dorm, don’t worry.” Stacie then picked up her phone and placed it in her pocket. “I’m going to see her now just to make sure she’s okay,” Beca opened her mouth, “and no you can’t come. She doesn’t want anyone to see you.”

“She doesn’t want to see me.” Beca sighed, feeling so irritated at herself, as Stacie walked away. “I wouldn’t…” She then began to trail off before gathering herself. “She’s the one who used me, why the fuck should I be hung up?” Beca defended, talking to herself in the empty room. But she knew, deep inside, that her fragile defending statements didn’t seem as true as they did earlier.

Beca felt pissed - but this time at herself. Beca knew she had to say sorry but she was too damn stubborn to admit she was in the wrong and especially as she had the imprinted image of Emily kissing Benji in her mind that also forbade her from marching herself down to Baker Hall and apologising to Emily.

It had been several days since the occurrence and Emily remained in her dorm with the other freshman, refusing to come back to the house and even saying she felt ill and not going to rehearsals. Chloe had immediately gone to see her with Stacie and reported Emily had been throwing up and refused to get out of bed. Beca felt the guilt but the stubbornness weighed her down and the thought that Emily didn’t love her and was just using her accompanied the weighted feeling.

The Bellas noticed Beca’s shift in attitude immediately; perks of knowing the alt girl for almost four years now. They noticed how each day her eyes were puffy and her cheeks stained and red, an obvious sign of how many hours she had spent crying. Yet they didn’t know why, they didn’t know about her and Emily, and every time they attempted to reach out Beca would morph back into her freshman self and push everyone - even Chloe - away.

The clothes she wore reflected how she felt: falling apart and clinging on by loose threads. Her choice in wardrobe consisted of old tattered T-shirts and old worn skinny jeans, the occasional flannel thrown over her shoulders. What they noticed was her seemingly favourite thing to wear over the days that passed was a red raptors t-shirt that draped down to mid-thigh on her; she always seemed to snuggle into the t-shirt she was practically drowning in and her eyes were always particularly puffy when she wore it, it’s as if it triggered something within her but they couldn’t pinpoint it. All they knew was something was wrong.

Beca was sat at the kitchen island in the same red raptor’s t-shirt and gym shorts, hunched over her laptop and giant headphones blocking herself out from the world. She had her reading glasses on her nose - which she was normally too stubborn to wear - to hide her puffy red eyes.

“Bec, are you sure you don’t want to come?” Chloe asked, her hand gently on the tiny brunette’s.

“I said I wanted the house to myself, what do you not get?” Beca snarled, shoving off Chloe’s hand. The Bellas all flinched at Beca’s tone and the brunette froze, looking up at Chloe’s - though calm - hurt expression before sighing and tossing her glasses on to the counter. “I - I’m so sorry, Chlo.” She buried her face in her hands to hide the tears slipping down her face. “I… there’s no excuse for how I’ve been treating you all.”

“It’s okay Bec.” Chloe reassured, knowing Beca would prefer not to be touched in that moment. “We know you just need some alone time… but when you’re ready I’m here.” Chloe glanced back at the Bellas and nodded. “We’re all here.”

“I know.” Beca mumbled, offering a head nod as she couldn’t even muster a fake smile.

“We’re going out though, we’ll only be a little bit, just grabbing some pizza and stuff.” Stacie explained, walking forward and placing a hand on Beca’s back.

“Whatever, I’ll be fine.” Beca grunted and the girls nodded.

The girls cast one last pitiful look at the moping girl before they filed out of the house. Chloe was turning to lock the door until she felt Flo tug her arm. Chloe turned to find Emily pacing outside the house, arms hugging her stomach like a lifeline, her eyes red and raw and her cheeks flushed and puffy. She looked the complete opposite of her normal sunshine self and all the Bellas felt a wash of understanding overcame them. Emily’s hair was a windswept mess, thrown into a messy ponytail, and she was dressed in a black raptors jersey - Beca’s oversized shirt they knew didn’t belong to her now making sense - and worn black gym shorts, loose threads hanging from them and a small tear across the bottom. Emily was chewing her trembling bottom lip and pacing violently before her head snapped in the direction of the Bellas.

“Oh… h-hey guys,” She started, her voice so fragile and shaky in an attempt to fight back threatening tears. “I was… I-”

Emily was promptly cut off by Chloe engulfing her into a hug, the others - even Amy - followed suite and all clung to her protectively. The younger girl then broke and let the tears pill, sobbing into Stacies shoulder and Chloe’s hair, her breaths shaky and her inhaling behaved more like desperate gasps for air instead of trying to regulate her breathing pattern.

“Talk to her.” Chloe whispered as Emily pulled away. “She’s a mess without you, Em.”

“She hasn’t showered in days though.” Amy piped up unhelpfully.

“I swear she ate a box of tic tacs and said ‘there, I brushed my teeth’ just yesterday.” Cynthia Rose added. “So don’t go too near-”

“Guys!” Stacie interrupted. “We’ll insult Beca later… All we’re saying is she needs you, Em.”

“Talk to her.” Flo insisted, pointing to the door. “Like how I talked to my brother to not try to sell me for a chicken.” Emily tilted her head like a confused puppy. “That’s not important though.”

“Just go to her, Legacy.” Ashley insisted, Jessica nodding along almost ferociously.

“Talk some sense into her.” Chloe finished.

They then saw how Emily’s eyes lit up; it was refreshing as they hadn’t seen that in weeks. It made them feel hopeful things would work out as they watched Emily step inside the Bella house, venturing quietly into the kitchen where Beca would be sat, oblivious.

Beca didn’t move from her hunched position when she heard the door open again; she assumed someone had forgotten their purse or phone or Lilly forgot her mace or throwing star. Beca only looked up when she saw a figure enter the kitchen. She didn’t tear her eyes away from her laptop but grew frustrated that no one would get the hint.

“What?” She snapped.

“You’re an asshole.” Beca knew it was her, her voice.

“Leave me alone and go back -”

“No Beca!” Emily interrupted, her face fuming with rage. It was then that Beca looked up to find those damn big brown doe eyes looking intensely at her. Instead she noticed her eyes were bloodshot, her messy hair and the hurt in her eyes and face. “You don’t get to talk right now, I had enough of that a few days ago.” Beca noticed how Emily was shaking and tears began to run freely down her face, noticing Emily was on the verge of breaking completely. Beca wanted nothing more than to leap up and hold her tight, to kiss her and tell her it was all going to be alright. “J-just shut up and listen to me for once.”

“Okay…” Beca breathed out, knowing she didn’t want to break the younger girl further. She wanted to look away as she felt her own heart breaking at the sight of Emily - her Emily - so broken and upset and how it was all her fault. Yet as she looked at the girl with red eyes and bright red cheeks, messy hair in desperate need of a comb’s assistance, ratty old clothes and an exhausted despaired expression Beca couldn’t help but see how beautiful and perfect she looked despite her inner turmoil.

“I’ve been crying over what you said to me. I’ve been feeling guilty at something you accused me of doing that I didn’t. I was crying over a girl that doesn’t even believe me.”

“If you came here just to tear me a new one-”

“SHUT UP, BECA!” Emily screamed before regaining herself and breathing in deeply. “I was feeling to lonely because I felt lonely without you. I felt guilty because I thought I was hurting you which is honestly so much more important to me than how angry I am at you for misreading a bloody situation-”

“Emily, I’m not here for you to use.” Beca spoke, standing up and folding her arms. “I’m not some way for you to figure out your sexuality or any bull shit-”

“Why can’t you just ever open your eyes! You need to open them and-”

“What? I can open them and see that you’re still pining over Benji and using me as a way to make me jealous and have a few fun college experiments?”

“Why can’t you just see that I love you! Benji means nothing to me! He’s my friend!” Emily yelled, her voice louder than Beca’s rising one. “You won’t let anyone care about you ever, huh?” Emily cried. “Can’t you just see-”

“No!” Beca retorted. “You don’t love me, you can’t love me! I’m too fucked up and broken for you to love, please don’t you ever say that. You loving me will fuck you up and I can’t possibly ruin you. I just can’t ruin you because I love you! I ruin everyone and I don’t ever want to fuck you up-” Beca stopped mid rant as she realising Emily was coming towards her.

Beca shut her eyes expecting to be yelled at again or Emily to even slap her but instead she felt infuriatingly gentle and soft hands cup her face and smash their lips together in a searing kiss. It was all clashing teeth and tongue, Beca whimpering under Emily’s hold, reaching a hand up to tangle in her hand, the other gripping the counter behind her in fear that she would open her eyes and everything drift away. Emily’s hands rested on Beca’s neck; one on the bac to pull the shorter girl in to deepened the kiss.

Emily’s lips tasted salty from her tears, making Beca’s heart ache, but the taste of apple mints still lingered there. Emily still smelled of cocoa and making Beca feel at home in her delicate hold, glad to be overwhelmed with the smell she had grown so attached to inhaling every time she was pulled in for a hug on woke up the next morning to; the smell she had missed; the girl she had missed.

Emily eventually pulled away and rested her forehead on Beca’s.

“You’re not fucked up.” Emily whispered. “You’re not broken. You’re Beca. And I love you, you and all your 'flaws’ which are perfect to me.” Beca gently stroked Emily’s face.

“I’m sorry Emily.” Beca sighed, pushing her face into Emily’s chest. “I should’ve never… I’m sorry.” She whispered as Emily held her, just as she had longed for her to do. “Do you really mean it?” She asked, her voice a whisper.

“Mean what?”

“That you love me?”

“Of course I love you, Beca.” Emily paused. “Did you mean it?”

“You’re perfect Emily Beatrice Junk.” Beca whispered fondly. “Who wouldn’t love you?”

“Promise you trust me and won’t leave me?” Emily asked, her voice so genuinely worried.

“Promise I’m not a distraction.”

“I love you, I promise you you never were and never will be.” Emily promised.

“I promise you I’m not going anywhere… because I love you.” Beca replied.

Beca then pushed herself up onto the counter before pulling Emily back in for a deep, long kiss. Tender and sweet unlike their previous one. It was to show their love physically instead of verbally because it just seemed so true instead of unspoken 'i love you’s. They were so caught up in each other they almost didn’t notice the audience of Bellas standing at the window peering in at the two.

Almost.

#bemily #prompts #kinda angsty #bemily fic #pp fic #beca mitchell #emily junk #pitch perfect #fluff #my writing

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BMC Lost in Space AU

Soooooo I love the new Lost in Space Netflix series and the MINUTE that robot showed up, my BMC goggles switched on sooooo, yeah, this is happening.

SO, we got our Robinson Squad, which I’m thinking consists of Jeremy, Mr. Heere, Michael, Christine, and Brooke, and of course, the Squip as the Robot, which I think in this case means he’d be kinda like a cyborg or android. He looks mostly human on the outside, but he has mostly robotic insides, maybe with a few robot parts showing here and there when Jeremy finds him. Oh, and he can talk and emulate emotions. Rich, Jake, Chloe, and Jenna can be other survivors that they meet up with later, and also, Mr. Reyes would be Dr Smith, since he’s an actor, he can fool people to his heart’s content. (I REALLY fucking hate Dr. Smith in the show, just putting that out there >:( )

Anywho, let’s get to the plot. Jeremy’s group crash lands on a planet after escaping their destroyed space station the Resolute, and it appears to be an ice planet, and to make matters worse, their ship has sunken into the water. Christine tries to go down and get some extra supplies, but the water freezes just as she gets to the surface. After some initial panicking, Jeremy and his dad hike to a cave to get some magnesium to burn Christine out, but Jeremy becomes separated from him and discovers that the ‘ice planet’ they thought they were on, is actually just a section of the planet and there’s vegetation around them. Needing to be left behind so his dad can get the magnesium back to Christine. Jeremy eventually comes across the Squip in the forest, mortally wounded (for an android anyway) and his crashed ship has set the whole god damn forest on fire. Jeremy, thinking he’s going to die, decides that his last actions of his life will be helping another and he helps the Squip, and in return, the Squip saves him end takes Jeremy back to his family where he thaws Christine out of the ice. After that, Squip sticks around, following Jeremy everywhere like a giant puppy and proves to be very useful, and in this AU since Squip can talk, it’s a bit easier to communicate, and he slowly grows to care for this little family as Jeremy shows him human things, like how to play catch and stuff. Squip is also very protective of Jeremy, and Jeremy forms a strong bond with him. But of course, it gets complicated, because the Squip was ACTUALLY the reason that the Resolute crashed and they had to evacuate, as he had invaded the place and was shooting down everyone in his way. But after he crashed, he lost his memory, and as a result, feels terrible about what he apparently did, feeling like an outcast among the survivors since he’s the reason they’re stranded. Meanwhile, the Squad are trying to figure out a way to get back to the Resolute cause the planet is slowly dying, and Mr. Reyes wants to get his hands on Squip since he’s kind of a wanted criminal up on the Resolute. And I’m gonna leave it there you can fill in the blanks later. ;)

#be more chill #lost in space #lost in space 2018 #this show was great #can't wait for season 2 #jeremy heere #the squip #mr. reyes #jeremy's dad #the squip squad #be more chill au

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One Shot 23

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Guest: I don’t I always have a liking with high school Bechloe au or ahtlete and cheerleader au... sooo Can you do one with Beca as a basketball or football captain and Chloe as a cheerleader.. they’re a couple.. And then new guy come into the team and took interest to Chloe.. Jealous Beca with angst Bechloe just no break up.. Thanks.. I’m sorry of its a lot and English is not my first language

One Shot 23

[From] Beca See you at practice, I need to set up the gym xx

[From] Chloe I’ll be there in 20, did you eat anything? xx

[From] Beca Forgot, can you grab a banana from my locker? :D xx

[From] Chloe Way ahead of you Becs, see you later! xx

[From] Beca You’re the best babe! xx

“Texting Beca, again?” Chloe looks up from her phone with a grin. “Oh shut it Aubrey, you and Stacie are worse.”

“What are we worse at?” Chloe jumps up when Stacie sneaks up on her. “Dude, I told you to stop doing that.” Aubrey and Stacie burst out in laughter. “You have been spending way too much time with Beca.” Stacie teases the redhead. “Alright if you two keep this up I’ll make you run extra laps.” Chloe threatens in a very joking way. “Oh shoot…” Chloe tries to hide her head in her locker. “What’s wrong?” Aubrey asks a bit concerned at her best friend’s behavior.

Chloe sighs. “It’s that new guy… Chicago? He keeps hitting on me, and he won’t take a hint.” Aubrey and Stacie turn around and see the tall guy walking towards them. “Well, he’s on his way here so square up cap.” Chloe grunts and pulls her head out of her locker. “Hello ladies, Chloe I’ve been looking for you. Do you have a moment?” The girls had to admit, Chicago is hot but they can see that Chloe is uncomfortable.

“Hey Chloe, you ready for practice?” The redhead has no idea where he came from but is extremely relieved when he wraps his arms around her waist and places a quick kiss on her cheek. “Hi Jesse, we were just on our way. Do you want to walk us there?” She asks sweetly, gauging Chicago’s reaction. “Sorry, I need to talk to the new recruit before practice. But I’ll see you there.” Chloe shrugs and motions the other girls to follow her towards the gym. “Later Jesse.” Stacie finishes of with a wink before linking her arm with Aubrey’s.

Chicago follows the girls with his eyes until they disappear around the corner. “I’m going to give you a fair warning since you’re the new kid.” Chicago turns around to face Jesse. “Chloe is in a very committed relationship so stay away from her, you don’t want to get in the way of them.” The newbie nods his head slowly. That won’t stop me though… a girl’s taste changes quickly. He thinks to himself. “I’m just having some fun dude, no need to get possessive over your girl.” Jesse scoffs. “You wish she was my girl.” Jesse walks away without a second glance. “Don’t be late for practice.”

-,-,-,-,-

Chloe is going over the new cheerleading routine with the girls when Chicago turns up and watches them closely. “With a cheerleading squad like this there’s no way our team can’t win.” He comments after a while. “True, Chloe’s routines are the best.” One of the girls comments making their redhead captain glare at her. “Amanda, I’m only as good as my team.” She practically hisses at the blonde who just grins back. “Oh come on Chlo, you’re amazing, don’t try to hide it.”

What Chicago doesn’t know is that Beca has been watching the exchange carefully. She’s not the jealous type, especially with Chloe. She trusts the cheerleading captain blindly but she doesn’t trust the new guy. “Are you even listening?” Coach Simmens asks her. “Sorry coach, I got distracted.” He looks back and sees Chloe talking to her team and a new player. “We can discuss this later, when Jesse’s here.” Beca’s face lights up and with a light ‘thank you coach’ she runs off towards the bleachers.

“Hi girls!” She always addresses the girls, they were the ones that helped Beca tell Chloe how she felt about her. A round of ‘hey’ and ‘Beca!’ comes from the group. “Hey Becs, not that I’m complaining but doesn’t practice start like… now?” Chloe asks with a bright smile. “It should but captain Swanson isn’t here yet.” Beca gives Chloe a side hug but leaves her arm around the redhead’s shoulders. “You’re the new guy, Jesse told me about you. Number one player in your old school?”

“Yeah, transferred because of my dad’s job.” Beca hums in response. “Are you settling in alright?” The tall guy nods. “Yes, a lot of cool people to talk too.” He says with a wink directed at Chloe. “I think Jesse’s here.” Chloe says trying to ease the evident tension before something goes wrong. “Yeah… Everyone to the middle circle! We lost enough time!” Beca shouts going into captain mode. “Easy there midget, are you the captain’s secretary or something?” Chicago laughs not noticing the expressions on everyone’s faces. Not just the cheerleading team but also both male and female basketball teams.

Beca narrows her eyes taking a deep breath. Jesse somehow managed to make his way to the two players knowing that someone would have to save Chicago if he doesn’t shut it. “Ok, Jesse, can you huddle everyone up? Since you’re the captain and I’m just a secretary.” The way she said it was too calm yet the look in her eyes told Jesse to play along if he wanted to survive the year. “Ok, everyone middle circle. Now!” He watches everyone scramble around and Beca runs to the circle followed by Chicago. “What is she up too?” Aubrey asks with a concerned expression clouding her face. “I don’t know but I have a feeling this is not going to end well.” Jesse answers sharing an even more concerned look with Chloe.

Coach Simmens had seen the exchange and normally he would tell someone off for such behavior. But seeing how everyone pretended that nothing happened he let it go out of curiosity. He wants to see how this ends. He would find out during the net practice, leaving the two captains to it. He trusts them so he lets them do the training sessions alone.

-,-,-,-,-

Practice was going smoothly or at least so it seemed for Chicago. He didn’t notice that Jesse would always go to Beca and talk to her before doing an exercise, he didn’t notice the way everyone looked at Beca when something would go wrong. What he did notice was the way Chloe would intently watch the practice not taking her eyes of the grumpy, tiny brunette. This would tick him of more often than not and he takes out his frustrations on the ‘secretary’. He calls her names when no one’s paying attention fouling her just to mess her up.

This was one of those moments and Beca has had enough. “What the hell is your problem Walp.” The gym falls silent excepts for the tall guy’s snickers. “Don’t hate the game if you can’t play.” Some ‘ooohs’ and gasps can be heard. “You think you’re better than me?” Beca challenges with a smirk. “I know I’m better than you.” Chicago answers confidently. Beca narrows her eyes and her smirk grows even bigger. “Ok, prove it.”

“Beca…” Jesse stops abruptly when he sees the amused look on Beca’s face. “Challenge accepted.” Chicago holds out his hand for Beca to take when she does he pulls her closer. “In the end she’ll choose me, when I win and you bite the dust.” He whispers before pulling away to grab a ball. “Dude are you sure? He’s like twice your size. He was the best player in his old school.” Jesse is extremely worried about his best friend. “He might have been the best there but I’m the best here.” Without a second glance Beca makes her way to the bleachers to grab her water.

Chloe watches the situation and doesn’t hesitate to run towards Beca when she reaches her bag. “Becs, please don’t do this. I don’t want to see you hurt.” Beca scoffs. “Well, I don’t want some airhead thinking he can get away flirting with my girlfriend, saying he will ‘win’ you like some kind of prize.” Beca is too angry to actually look at Chloe because she knows that if she does her puppy eyes will stop her. Beca lets out a long sigh. “I love you Chloe and I only want the best for you – but right now I’m going to defend your honor to that moron.”

Chloe doesn’t get a chance to react to the first ‘I love you’ ever and watches Beca walk away with a confident strut. “You hit one amazing jackpot Chlo.” The redhead turn around with a jolt. “FYI we heard everything and if that dickhead tries anything we’ll get him.” Stacie and Aubrey look out over the field both with worried expressions. “I looked up both Beca’s and Chicago’s charts from over the years and statistically Beca has a slightly higher chance to win but Chicago is twice Beca’s size so we’ll have to see how this plays out.” Chloe takes in a short breath while Stacie hits Aubrey on her arm.

-,-,-,-,-

“Alright, standard rules apply. First one to score 5 hoops wins.” Jesse is named the referee since the coach never really stays for the entire practice. The rest makes their way up to the bleachers. Some shoot Chloe a thumbs up, others flash her a sad smile and some even whisper sorry and Chloe decides to ignore all of it. She’s way too nervous about what’s going to happen.

The game is really intense. The score has been tight from the start, Beca being in the lead at the moment with 4 and Chicago 3. Chicago swoops in stealing the ball runs back to the 3 point line going in for a new attack. Beca tries to block him, he sticks out his elbow hitting Beca straight in the chest not caring if she’s hurt or not. He charges forward, performs a perfect lay-up and scores another point. “You’re going down hobbit.” The giant turns around and for the first time notices Beca on the floor clutching her wrist.

“Beca!” Chloe doesn’t hesitate to run up the field towards her girlfriend. “Becs, are you ok?” Jesse, Chloe, Stacie and Aubrey are all kneeled beside the short captain. A grunt escapes her which only worries the friends more. “You did that on purpose you cheating bastard.” Beca hisses while trying to get up. “You got no proof, this only shows that you’re a sore loser and I’m the better player.” Beca narrows her eyes in anger. “We’re not done, I don’t give up. What example would I give to the team as captain.” The last word bounces of the walls making Chicago flinch slightly.

“I-I thought Jesse was the captain.” The newbie looks at said person with an insecure smile. “Nope, I’m her co-captain but I am the captain of the male team. But since we always train together and she’s our best player we crowned her head-captain.” Jesse explains with a shrug. “Enough japing, let’s play.” Beca reaches to grab the ball when Chloe stops her. “Becs you’re hurt, you shouldn’t be doing this.” Letting out a sigh the brunette shrugs off Chloe’s hand from her shoulder. “I’ll be fine, go back to the bleachers.”

Chicago is trying to get past Beca but every attempt he tries gets blocked. She knows each move he’s going to make and it’s getting frustrated. The narrow stares she’s shooting him are really getting to him so he loses focus and loses the ball. Beca switches places with him and shoots forward she does some stutter steps to confuse Chicago and it works. She fakes going to the left and as if he anticipated it her goes to the right so Beca has an open field to still go left. She makes a run for it, shoots with her right – less dominant – hand and…

The ball swooshes in and the pure silence erupts into loud cheers. The teams make their way down, all following Chloe who jumps into the brunette’s arms, showering her with kisses. Jesse and Luke lift her up on their shoulder but quickly put her back down when she threatens double cardio for tomorrow. She turns to face the defeated Chicago. “Good game, you are good but you have much more to learn. Are you up for that?” Beca holds out her right hand – again because anyone has yet to notice the swelling on her left – which Chicago hesitantly accepts. “Oh and FYI, back off. Chloe’s my girlfriend.”

The redhead had followed the interaction and pulled her girlfriend into a hard kiss, eliciting loud woos from the other cheerleaders and basketball players. Beca lets her head rest on Chloe’s forehead closing her eyes, deep in thought. She pulls her into a tight hug, making sure her mouth is aligned with the redhead’s ear. “I meant what I said, you know.” Chloe pulls away slightly with a bright smile on her face and tears in her eyes. “I-I love you too Becs.” Picking the slightly taller girl up for a whirl she gets pulled apart mere seconds later. “What do you think you’re doing Mitchell… look at your hand.”

Everyone heard what Aubrey said and made a circle to check their captain’s hand. “It’s just a light swelling, it’ll pass.” Beca tries to laugh it off but fails. She gets pulled and pushed out of the gym by Aubrey, Chloe and Stacie, straight into the nurse’s office. “I knew that fall looked way more painful than you let on. You could have ruined your wrist Mitchell, this could have ended you basketball career.” Beca lets out a grunt. “I know, no need to rub it in.” This only earns her angry glares from her friends and girlfriend.

“Hello girls, how can I help you.” The older school nurse walks in with a soft smile. “Hi misses Maturo could I get some ice for my wrist?” Beca asks with a cheeky grin. “Of course dear. You know the drill though. No basketball for a week.” Beca drops her head in embarrassment. “Uhm Becs?” The brunette ignores her girlfriend while waiting for the nurse to come back with the ice. “Here you go sweetie. If the swelling doesn’t go down go take a scan.” She nods and gets up from the chair. “I will, thank you very much.” With a small wave she strolls out of the room trying to ignore her friend’s stares.

“Beca Mitchell don’t you dare walk away, explain yourself.” Chloe runs in front of her stopping her. “How many times has this happened before?” Beca rolls her eyes. “Maybe 3? Or 4 times? Before you start shouting at me… I – am – fine. I was then, and I am now.” Chloe shakes her head. “I’m not going to shout at you but what goes beyond me is why you didn’t tell me.”

“Because I don’t want you to worry and secondly we weren’t dating yet at the time.” Chloe throws her head back. “Fine but from now on I’ll make sure you listen to all the orders given.” With a soft smile the basketball captain nods. “But now I really want to do this.” Chloe wraps her arms around Beca’s neck pulling her into a deep kiss. Stacie and Aubrey take that as their queue to leave and to drill their friend later. “Do you know how hot you look when you’re jealous and protective?” Chloe purrs. “I do not.”

“Now you know and also I love you. By the way I doubt I’ll get tired of saying that.” With a giggle Chloe pecks Beca on her lips again. “I love you too.”

“We should go back they’re waiting for their captain.”

“Let’s go babe.” Chloe links her arms with Beca’s and they slowly make their way back to the gym. No matter what happens these two would always be there for each other.

I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT!

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#fanfiction #bechloe #high school au #beca mitchell #chloe beale #staubrey #stacie conrad #aubrey posen #jesse swanson #pitch perfect #pitch perfect 2 #pitch perfect 3 #last call pitches #little big one shots #one shot #prompt

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