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ridiculously-over-obsessed · 3 months

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Ooh how about 19 please? 😍

Absolutely! Also this made me check under my bed for cameras or you because I had in fact not eaten today because I am ill and hadn't psyched myself up to go make it, but I have since rectified that fact dfklgjdflkgjfd

ANYWAY, on with the prompt!

prompt list here!

19. “Have you eaten anything?”

It had been a long and hard week in Seattle for Beca. The call had come in the middle of the night, leaving her to scramble out of bed and hastily cram some clothes into a bag before heading to the airport.

Her mom was in an accident. It looked bad, really bad. Her aunt had told her that she had to get here just in case. So she did, she put all her flight anxiety to oneside and sat in the metal death tube for five and a half hours, flagged down a cab, and went straight to the hospital.

She got there just in time to say goodbye to her mom, sat squeezing her hand tightly as the life support machine was turned off, sobbing into her shoulder as she lost her mom for good.

As her next of kin, Beca now had to figure out what to do with all her mom's stuff, organise the funeral, inform the members of her family what had happened. She emailed her professors to explain she needed a few weeks off and they were thankfully very understanding, the Bellas had offered to drop everything and come out to help her but she turned them down. This was her responsibility, her mom, she had to sort this whole mess out.

"Have you eaten anything?"

Beca sniffed softly as she shook her head. She had been sat on the front porch of her childhood home, staring vacantly out at the street, barely noticing the chilly wind that bit at her skin. She had grown up in Seattle after all, she was used to this kind of cold.

"No. I'm not hungry."

There was a soft sigh from above her before the porch creaked next to her, turning her head slightly to look at the woman now sat beside her. Chloe gave her a small, sad smile, tucking a loose lock of hair behind Beca's ear. It was limp and a little greasy, Beca having been far too busy and lost in her grief to even entertain the idea of a shower since she'd arrived in Seattle.

"You need to eat Becs. You've barely had anything since you got here."

"I know." Beca swallowed thickly, subtly shifting closer to Chloe so she could rest her head on her shoulder, "But everything makes my stomach turn."

"You want to try some soup?" Chloe offered, winding her arm around Beca's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Maybe." Beca nodded a little, "That could be nice."

They sat in silence for a few moments, Beca curling more into Chloe's embrace, slowly trying to get as close to her as possible. Chloe didn't mind, it was one of the reasons she had insisted on coming with Beca. She knew how difficult Beca found it to open to people, to be emotionally vulnerable with anyone, the only other person in the world that Beca would be this close too, figuratively or literally, was her mom.

"I don't want to go tomorrow." Beca's voice was thick as Chloe felt the side of her neck where her face was buried start to grow damp.

"I know baby..." Chloe sighed softly, rubbing small circles on Beca's back and kissing the crown of her head, "But you have to. You'd never forgive yourself if you missed the funeral."

"But if I go then it'll be real..." Beca whispered, "She'll really be gone Chlo, I... I don't want her to be gone, it's not fair."

"It's not." Chloe shook her head, feeling Beca start to shake as her gentle tears turn into sobs, "You're right, it's not fair that she's gone. I wish I could change it for you."

Beca didn't say anything for a while, simply sobbing in Chloe's embrace. Chloe stroked her hair, shushing her softly but letting her cry herself out. She hadn't cried since the hospital, and that had been five days ago. Beca was really good at bottling her emotions up until they exploded out at the wrong moment, and with a loss of this magnitude, if she crammed it all down it would destroy her. So Chloe would let her feel everything that she needed to, let her be angry or sad or irritated or tired, or even a combination of the above, and not take it to heart, because at the end of the day at least Beca was feeling something.

"I'm really glad you're here." Beca croaked as her sobs subsided, sitting up a little as she wiped at her face with her sleeve and resting her forehead against Chloe's, "I... I wouldn't be able to do this without you. Thank you for coming."

"Of course." Chloe smiled at her brushing her hair from her face again, "Even though you insisted on me staying at home?"

"Yeah." Beca managed a small grin in return, "I'm glad you didn't listen to me."

"C'mon." Chloe took Beca's hands in hers, gently encouraging her to her feet, "It's cold out here, your hands are turning red. Let's get you something to eat inside."

"Okay." Beca nodded, "Would you be mad if I said I wanted pizza and not soup?"

"No." Chloe grinned, arm around Beca's waist, "What made you want pizza instead?"

"Mom and I really like this place a few blocks away, they do these insanely good cheesy garlic knots." Beca shrugged a little, expression getting watery again, "I just... I thought it would nice to share that with you."

"That's really sweet Becs." Chloe beamed at her, "I'd like that."

"Cool." Beca swallowed thickly, eyes roaming over the familiar interior of the home she had grown up in, feeling that ache settle in her chest again, "I wish she got to meet you Chloe. She would've loved you."

"Me too." Chloe nodded sadly, "I never got to thank her for giving me you."

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #bechloe #bechloe fics #bechloe fanfic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfiction #my fic #mini fic tag #ask meme things #prompt things #massivedrickhead

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bmodiwrites · 2 years

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please, please please do established relationship/teach au for steddie :)

I'm guessing this is for the fanfic mash-up, and I'm so freaking excited. This is a good one!

Eddie is the teacher. After graduating from high school and realizing just how much was out there, Eddie goes to college, first for music, then for education. In the end, he's able to combine the two by snagging a musical theory teaching job at a magnet school. He gets to wail on the guitar daily and be the coolest teacher to every student that passes through his door. It's not exactly what he always pictured for his life, yet he's happy and more in love with his job every day.

Steve, on the other hand, is a writer. After what happened in Hawkins time and time again, Steve is filled with a ton of material. Add in the fact that he's been in a long-term relationship with his unlikely partner in crime. It's easy to draw on his life to create stories that people flock to. Being an LGBTQ+ advocate for the youth isn't the worst thing, either.

In terms of their relationship, Steve is the obnoxiously proud boyfriend. It's still not that easy to be open about their relationship (or safe for that matter), but he's as much a teacher's spouse as any of the other ladies he sits with during events. Eddie pretends to be perturbed by Steve's devotion, but he's secretly so into it, it's sometimes hard not to let Steve know (spoiler alert - Steve already knows).

There's a little ring box in the back of Eddie's bedside table he's been hanging onto for a couple of years. He knows it's not really possible for them, not yet, anyway, but there's a certain feeling he gets when he thinks about Steve wearing the white gold. He's never been a jewelry guy, but Eddie knows Steve would wear it without complaint. Watching Steve turn the ring around his finger over and over again is a fantasy he's been unable to get out of his head.

It's Steve that beats him to the punch. The power of attorney he presents to Eddie isn't quite a ring, but it's still a promise - one that says forever and permanence and a lifetime full of happiness. They already have a dog and a home together, never mind the six kids that still rely on them. If there's a tear in Eddie's eye when he nods seconds before bringing Steve into a kiss, no one really needs to know.

#steddie #ask meme things #steve/eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #fanfic mashup #teacher au #established relationship au #bobbie writes

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absylphe · 4 months

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✒️✒️ me and dirk please thank you

#Sorry If This Is Not Fun And Exciting #I Am Not Sure Why I Am Suddenly Shy About My Hand Writing #Maybe It Is The Shaky Hands #yifftwiceplz #therealslimstrider #Ask Meme Things

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jedi-order-apologist · 1 year

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WIP Tag Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Tagged by: @laciefuyu

Tagging: @smhalltheurlsaretaken, @thetorontokid, anyone who wants to do this

Only doing my Star Wars wips since this is my Star Wars blog:

Unresolved

Those Left Behind

To Get Back Home

If Maul Had Stayed Dead

The Untimely Death of Chancellor Palpatine

"...if you remain his student"

Lineage Collector

The Troll's Mirror

Why the Sith Don't Have Class Reunions

#thanks for the tag #most of these are just outlines at the moment #but if you remain his student is almost done #i plan on editing it this weekend so you should be seeing that one soon #ask meme things

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cassatine · 1 year

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top 5 hotd ships?

babe hotd doesn't even have that many shipping options

#ask meme things #house of the dragon #ask #anon

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dissonantdreamer · 1 year

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Hi!! For the ask game—25, 27, and 32 :) Hope you’re feeling better and are having a nice Wednesday!!

hey bud! thanks for the ask! I'm finally feeling better :) hope you're doing well yourself and the rest of your week is good to you!

25. what is your favorite decade?

The decade where electronics were funky and you could see through them. I miss that shit so much.

27. What's your favorite book? Or one you've read a few times?

I have so many favorites, another favorite book is American Gods. It was my intro to Neil Gaiman's work and I have a soft spot for how the characters have stuck with me through the years.

32.If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

Australia in a heartbeat. I visited this past summer and I can't wait to go back. I've been feeling homesick and I don't even go there.

#eviebakes #ask meme things

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tatiana-petrovna · 2 years

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42 for the ask meme!

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

@everythingsheclaimed

@simpingrat

@bettercallmaul

@wandaloki

@writervick

#go follow all quality #ask meme things

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somanywhatifs · 1 year

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#Have my wholly unoriginal graph thing writing meme #Am doing an Instagram challenge thing that asked for a meme #So I made my own because reposting other people's memes there feels weird #Writing memes #Writer problems #Writing #Writblr #Writers of Tumblr #I suck at making memes #Writers #Writing Community #Creative Writing

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placesyoucallhome · 5 months

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Size/Height difference poses

I love height differences aesthetically, but posing them can sometimes be a pain! So to cater to those that also struggle with posing smols and tols, I have a few options-

Meant for art of any type and ask memes, for drawing, writing, photography (like gpose!), ect. Gender nonspecific and for any sort of relationship type, romantic, platonic, and antagonistic!

#art meme #pose meme #height difference #drawing meme #ask meme #this is less about sending me things and more i wanna see other people use it #i have things i need to draw you people need to reblog so i can send things #idk why people don't use pose memes for gpose its not just about drawing #also i wanted obvious options for the smol being something other than soft uwu delicate sort #let smols be gremlins #i just need to feel like ive done something because i currently feel like a useless pos

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ridiculously-over-obsessed · 1 year

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“Just let me go. Please, I want to leave.” unless it's too close to your Dirty Tissues ideas!!

I'm sure I can come up with a new variation just for you anon lfdkjdg angst abound!!!

Pick an angst prompt, any angst prompt!!!

"Just let me go. Please, I want to leave."

Chloe twisted as she pursed her lips, eyes full of tears as she looked up at the camera pointed at her, wrists bruising as she pulled against the metal cuffs keeping them pinned above her head.

“Just let me go.” Chloe whimpered, knowing that she was being watched by the person on the other side of that camera, “Please, I want to leave.”

She pulled at the metal again, hot tears starting to run down her cheeks, desperation and fear coursing through her, “Please, please, I’ll do whatever you want, just let me go.”

Chloe’s head turned as she looked around her, biting her lip as she tried to figure out where she was and how to get out of here. It was a small room, tiny really, only just enough room to stretch out her legs, the metal walls around her plain and non-descript, unable to figure out how she’d gotten in here in the first place, there was no door. It wasn’t a particularly well lit room, a camping lamp near her feet not enough to illuminate more than a few inches over her head so she couldn’t see the ceiling, but she had a feeling it wasn’t that high. The floor under where she had been forced to sit was cold, her ankles had been tied together too, and her head hurt, probably from being hit.

She’d been getting ready to go and see Beca perform solo, her big break with DJ Khaled so she could go off and be the most amazing producer and artist that the world had ever seen. Chloe had been so excited for her, even after being held hostage by Amy’s dad and almost blown up on a boat, Chloe had been so excited that she had hugged Beca perhaps a little too tightly before rushing to change.

And then... then she’d woken up here, feeling groggy and confused, and then frightened and panicked as she found herself tied up with a camera pointing at her.

What the hell was going on?!

-----

“Beca!” Beca’s head turned to find Amy rushing towards her, grumbling softly albeit good naturedly as she was pulled into a bone-crushing hug, “You aca-rocked it!”

“Thanks Ames.” Beca hugged her back, trying to ignore the pit in her stomach.

Tonight had been good. Amazing even. She’d been signed by DJ Khaled, still gotten to perform with her family, given the best performance of her life, it had been objectively amazing... so why was she feeling so sad?

“We’re so proud of you.” Aubrey pulled Beca into a hug as Amy released her, “You were amazing Beca, really.”

“Thanks.” Beca mumbled against her shoulder, “Um... did you check on Chloe?”

“I did...” Aubrey frowned a little as she pulled back, swallowing thickly as she pulled a piece of paper out of her back pocket, “This was on her bed. Her stuff is gone.”

Beca’s hands were shaking a little as she took it from Aubrey, hating the way her stomach knotted as she did. She opened the note, feeling tears well in her eyes as she read it.

“Right...” She mumbled, clearing her throat a little as she crumpled it, shoving it into her pocket, “Chloe... she went back to New York. So, who wants to take me out and get me absolutely wasted to celebrate my big break?”

“Come on.” Aubrey wound her arm around Beca’s shoulders, “Let’s get some tequila in you.”

Beca nodded, throat feeling thick as she swallowed the lump in it, head down to keep the tears burning in her eyes hidden from her friends. Chloe had just... left? It was okay, if Chloe didn’t love her back, if she regretted that kiss, then it would’ve been okay. They were still friends, they could still be best friends even if Chloe didn’t love her like that. They could’ve talked about it, but Chloe had just left instead?

“It’s okay.” Aubrey whispered, the other Bellas having ran ahead, laughing and joking as they went in search of a bar, “I’ll talk to her, get her to come find you. But it’s okay for you to be sad about it.”

“I don’t want to be.” Beca’s voice was tight as she lent in Aubrey a little, hastily wiping at her cheeks, “Not tonight. I don’t want to be feeling any kind of way about this tonight, it- it was my big break Bree, why couldn’t she have just been there for that?”

“I don’t know.” Aubrey sighed, shaking her head. She was the only one who knew what had transpired between Chloe and Beca before the show, “It’s not like her to just run away. I’ll get the bottom of it Becs, you just try and enjoy tonight, okay?”

-----

Chloe pulled her knees close to her chest, shivering at the cold temperature in the tiny room she was in, throat raw from crying and pleading with the camera pointed at her to let her go. She’d probably missed Beca’s performance, she’d be so mad at her... Chloe wanted to be there for it, wanted to tell Beca how proud she was of her, how amazing she was, how much she loved her. Because one brief, interrupted kiss wasn’t enough, Chloe had to tell Beca that it wasn’t enough that she wanted so much more, that she’d been so stupid to keep it to herself for so long...

How had she had ended up being kidnapped twice in one day? The first time, she’d had her family, it had been scary but also comforting to have the people that loved her, that she knew would protect her and vice versa around her. Now though, now she was alone and cold and scared... who had done this to her?

“Please...” Chloe croaked, head resting on the wall behind her, bottom lip trembling, “What do you want from me?! I just want to go home...”

Chloe started to sob as she pulled herself into the smallest ball she could manage, head resting on her knees as her shoulders ached from the uncomfortable position she was in. The Bellas would know she was missing right? Beca would. Beca would know she would never miss her debut performance, not for anything in the whole world. But would they even know where to look for her? God, she didn’t even know where they’d look for her, the longer she was trapped here, the more she was convinced that this wasn’t a room. It was small and cramped and made of metal, what if it was a box? Someone had put her in a box, she could be anywhere, she could be on another boat in the middle of the ocean for all she knew, how were they going to find her?

“Beca...” Chloe mumbled through her tears, “Please, just let me go back to Beca, or tell her I’m sorry for missing her performance, something, anything, please just let me talk to her...”

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Beca sighed heavily as she leant against the bar, rubbing at her forehead as she ordered another beer. She’d tried to enjoy her night, her big break, but there was something missing without Chloe here. How could she enjoy this without having her here, without Chloe drunkly clinging to her and telling her she was so proud, and so happy, getting all up in her personal space and hugging her so tight that Beca lost circulation in half her body.

“Hey, you look more than a little glum Beca, what’s the matter?”

Beca turned her head to find the turtle guy that had been following her around since the start of the USO tour leant on the bar next to her, frowning softly as she tried to remember what he was called. She probably should remember his name, he did technically work for her now...

“Nothing.” Beca shrugged, sipping the beer that had been set in front of her, “It’s a great night, I’m so happy this happened, it’s my big break.”

“I know sarcasm when I hear it.” Theo laughed softly, “C’mon, what’s eating at you?”

“Chloe left before my performance...” Beca mumbled, looking down at the bar, vulnerable thanks to the amount of alcohol she had, “She... she would never have missed it, at least I didn’t think she would’ve but... she’s gone.”

“I’m sorry.” Theo frowned a little, “That sucks Beca, she can’t be much of a friend if she left before the biggest night of your life.”

“I guess not...” Beca huffed, “Gee you think you know a girl after five years, countless acapella tournaments and sharing a sofa bed.”

“You’ll forget all about her once we get on tour.” Theo smiled softly at her, “Trust me, we’ll be so busy you won’t have time to think about anything else.”

“Great.” Beca nodded, “I can do avoiding the issue, I’m practically an expert at it.”

Theo chuckled as he signaled the bartender, ordering a shot for the two of them, sliding one over to Beca, “A toast, to your brand new, highly successful career.”

“And to apparently weeding out toxic friends.” Beca forced a smile as she clinked her shot glass with his.

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“And to apparently weeding out toxic friends.”

Chloe’s heart was breaking as she tugged furiously at the restraints holding her, weeping as she tried to free herself. There was a speaker somewhere in this tiny box she had been left in, and Chloe could hear Beca talking to that creep that had been following her throughout the tour, the one that gave her a bad feeling... Theo. It was Theo. Was he the one who had done this to her?

She’d heard the whole conversation, heard that Beca thought she’d left, why would she think that? Beca thought she was gone, someone had made it look like she’d chosen to leave and now... now she’d never come looking for her, none of them would, not until it was way too late and she was...

“I didn’t leave.” Chloe sobbed, shaking her head furiously, “I didn’t leave Beca, I wouldn’t... I wanted to be there so bad...”

“You look like you’ve had a few too many of those... how about I get you out of here, let’s get you back to your hotel room.”

Chloe bit her lip, hating the idea that Beca was going to be alone with Theo. After all, it had to have been him that had done this to her, he had to have been the one that stopped her going tonight. Why else would she be able to hear him talking to Beca?

“I swear to god, if you touch her, I will kill you.” Chloe spat, writhing against the cuffs holding her, “They’ll find me Theo, you’ll be so dead when they do, they’re going to find me!”

Chloe could hear him chuckling, knowing that he was, in part at least, laughing at her.

“Whoa, steady there Beca. Are you okay?”

“M’fine. Just... a little tired. Can you take me back to the hotel?”

“Of course I can, c’mon.”

“Wait... I need to tell my friends...”

Chloe could hear the slur in Beca’s voice, her heart pounding in fear as she tugged furiously at her restraints, determined to get the hell out of here so that she could get Beca away from him. Theo was going to do something to her, Chloe could feel it in her bones. Beca was drunk, and vulnerable, and it was her fault for not being there tonight...

No. This wasn’t her fault, it was Theo’s fault. He was the one that had hit her, and kidnapped her, and was now making her listen as he took advantage of Beca when she couldn’t do a damn thing to stop him.

“I’ll come back and tell them once I’ve gotten you back safely, I promise.”

Like hell he would. Theo was isolating her, dammit Chloe had to get out of here, wherever here was she had to get out and go and help Beca. It didn’t matter if her wrists were throbbing, or that she could be god knows where, Beca was in danger and she had to help her.

“Leave her alone!” Chloe screamed, fighting harder than she ever had in her life, tears pouring down her face again, “Leave her alone Theo!”

“It’s okay Beca... you just sleep if you need to. I’ll get you back to your hotel room, and then we can have all the fun we couldn’t have because of that ginger pitbull.”

Chloe’s heart was threatening to leap out of her chest as she realised that Beca must be barely conscious if Theo was practically confessing to her. Beca was in so much trouble, she had to stop this.

“Chloe...”

Her heart broke as Beca slurred her name, breathing erratic and panicked as she felt something in her right wrist snap, but still she kept struggling.

“Did... did you do something to her?”

“I did it for us Beca. Don’t worry, I put her somewhere that she could never bother us again. She’ll be in the Middle East before anyone realises she’s missing, and by then she’ll be the play thing of some oligarch.”

Chloe could feel panic taking hold of her, the Middle East? Just where the hell was she?

“Thanks.”

Chloe gasped softly as she heard Beca’s voice again, all hints of a slur gone. Wait... what was happening?

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you putting something in my drink asshole?”

There was a grunt of pain and the sound of someone being dragged as Chloe bit down on her lip so hard she drew blood. Was that Beca? Or was it Theo, had he hurt her?!

“Chicago, did you get that?”

Chloe’s head thunked softly back against the metal behind her, whimpering in relief. Beca was okay, more than that, she had been playing him the whole time. She was so smart, Beca knew exactly what she was doing, she knew that something was wrong when Chloe hadn’t shown up. All she had to do now was find her.

“Yeah... yeah I have his phone, he’s got some kind of camera on her I... I don’t know if she can hear me, but I see her.”

Chloe’s eyes snapped open again from where they had fluttered open, looking right into the camera as she nodded furiously.

“I can hear you Becs. I can hear you, are you okay?!”

“Wait... I think she can. Hang on, let me... let me turn the volume up on this thing.”

Beca’s voice was thick with tears, Chloe forcing a soft smile onto her face as she tried to adjust the pressure of her throbbing right wrist.

“Becs?”

“Chloe... oh my god, are you okay?”

Chloe’s eyes closed slowly as she nodded a little, “I’m okay. I’m okay, did he hurt you? I could hear everything, he-”

“No, I’m fine, I promise. Fuck Chlo, I... I’m sorry, I had no idea he’d do something like this... just hold on okay? Me, the Bellas, and the army, we’re on our way, we... we’re going to find you Chloe, I swear.”

“I know.” Chloe whispered, sniffing softly, “I know you will... will you keep talking to me? I- I’m kind of claustrophobic, I don’t want to be alone in here anymore.”

“Of course I will. You are about the only person I know that could get herself kidnapped twice in the space of twenty four hours, you know that Beale?”

Chloe giggled softly, nodding, “Yeah... just my luck huh?”

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Beca was watching tearfully as Chloe shifted in the metal box she was in, jaw clenched as the Humvee she was in rumbled quickly for the docks. Given all the information that Theo had blabbed when he was feeling cocky, plus the little they could see from the camera he’d set up (seriously what kind of sick freak was he?), they’d figured out that Chloe was most likely somewhere at the shipping docks. No boats had left since Beca had last seen Chloe, but there were several large shipping boats scheduled to leave in the next hour, so they had to get there quickly.

She had been talking to her the whole way there, feeling so much guilt that Chloe was in this position. It was her fault, she was the reason that Theo had put her in a metal box and chained her up, that she was so scared even though she was trying so hard to hide it, that she was in danger of being shipped off to god only knew where. Beca had to find her.

“Dammit...” She mumbled as Theo’s phone beeped in her hands, “No, no...”

“Becs? What’s wrong? Can you not find me?”

Beca bit her lip, “No it’s not that, Theo’s phone is dying... Chloe I’m going to end up cutting in a minute, but I’m still coming, okay? We’re so close, I swear, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“I don’t want you to go...”

“I know.” Beca swallowed thickly as Chloe whimpered, “I don’t either, but it won’t be for long Chlo, we’re pulling up now.”

“Becs, I-”

The phone died in her hands, Beca swearing under her breath as it did. Dammit...

“Beca we’re here.” Chicago turned to look at her, “Did it die?”

“Yeah.” Beca nodded, “C’mon, let’s go find her.”

“Beca, you can’t-”

“If you think you’re going to stop me coming and looking for her, you’re out of your damn mind.” Beca snarled, Chicago holding up his hands.

“Alright. But you stick with me.” He conceded, climbing out of the car.

“I will if you can keep up with me.” Beca mumbled darkly, running forward into the shipping yard with Chicago on her tail.

“We narrowed it down to these containers on the left.” He easily kept pace with her, “But there’s thirty five of them and we only have forty minutes to search them all.”

“Fuck.” Beca shook her head, “Chloe! CHLOE!”

She knew it was a long shot, but if Chloe could just hear then maybe...

“CHLOE!”

Beca shot a grateful look over her shoulder as Chicago seemed to cotton on to her idea, the group of soldiers with them and the Bellas spreading out and doing the same thing.

“CHLOE!”

She had to find her.

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Chloe sniffed softly as the light at her feet started to flicker and fail. Beca was gone now, she’d tried to talk to her a couple of times but had gotten no response. She’d said they were close, they were going to find her right?

Chloe lifted her head as she heard the loud honk of a boat horn, letting out a soft sob. Oh no... were they too late? She was going to be shipped out of here wasn’t she? Beca wasn’t going to find her, she was going to end up lost forever and-

“CHLOE!”

She gasped softly, head whipping around her. That was Beca... she was close, she was here.

“Beca?” She whimpered softly. Dammit, there was no way she’d hear that, c’mon Chloe...

“BECA!”

“Sh, shut up, did you hear that?”

Beca was so close... Chloe just had to shout a little louder.

“BECA!”

“This way. C’mon soldier boy, move your ass!”

Chloe giggled softly, tearfully as she heard the sound of scuffing, as if Beca was moving something heavy. God, she had to be careful, she’d hurt herself if she wasn’t...

“Chloe? Chloe are you in here?”

“Becs...” Chloe wept softly, “Beca I’m over here.”

“There, that metal box, jesus... Chlo I’m right here okay? There’s a padlock, Chicago’s gone to get some bolt cutters, but I’m here.”

Beca’s voice was right next to her head, Chloe whimpering as she pulled a little at her handcuffs again.

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, if they want to ship you off before he gets back then I’m coming with you, okay?”

Chloe giggled a little, sniffing as she leant back into where Beca’s voice was coming from, “Okay Becs. I’m glad you’re here. I don’t think you’ll like the Middle East though, you know how easily you burn.”

Chloe could hear Beca laughing, “Yeah that’s a good point... they’ll sell sunscreen there though right? That or I’ll just go outside at night, I’ll become nocturnal.”

There was more noise outside of the box, Chloe unable to help the scared sob that left her mouth, hearing Beca shush her softly.

“Chlo it’s okay, it’s Chicago with the bolt cutters. We’re getting you out now, just a few more seconds.”

There was a thud against the box, Chloe wincing as light assaulted her eyes, feeling someone leap into the box with her, cupping her face in her hands.

“Chloe, it’s me, you’re okay, I got you.”

Chloe’s eyes fluttered open again, sobbing again as her eyes met Beca’s, pulling at the cuffs around her wrists and letting out a soft yelp as it made her right throb even sharper.

“Sh...” Beca shook her head a little, brushing away the tears on Chloe’s cheeks while barely holding back her own, “Chicago’s just about to get them off for you, just hold still Chlo.”

“I knew you’d know I didn’t mean to miss it.” Chloe pressed her face into Beca’s hands, “I’m sorry I didn’t make it...”

“It’s okay.” Beca grinned a little as she shook her head again, watching as Chicago quickly cut through the metal around her wrists, “They’ll be plenty more for you to see Chloe. Let’s get you out of here huh?”

Now her wrists were free, Chloe threw her arms around Beca’s neck, sobbing heavily as she buried her face in her neck, Beca hugging her back tightly as Chicago cut the zip tie around Chloe’s ankles.

“I’ve got you.” Beca mumbled into her hair, letting a few of her own tears slip down her cheeks, “I’ve got you Chlo, you’re okay now. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you ever again, I promise.”

Chloe didn’t say anything, just sobbed as Beca gently rocked her in her arms, stroking her hair. It was okay. Beca had found her like she knew she would. It was all going to be okay now.

“Chlo...” Beca sniffed softly, “Let’s get you out of here so the paramedics can check you out, can you stand?”

“Um...” Chloe lifted her head a little, “Maybe? I think so?”

Beca gently helped Chloe get to her feet, letting her lean against her as they climbed out of the box, gently brushing her hair from her face and frowning at the cut on her head.

“Did he do that?”

“Yeah.” Chloe nodded a little as they walked slowly out of the shipping container, one of Beca’s arms tight around her waist as she rested her head in the crook of her neck, “But it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that much anymore.”

“I’m sorry.” Beca sighed, shaking her head a little, “This is my fault, I didn’t know-”

“Hey.” Chloe stopped in her tracks, frowning as she turned to Beca, “No it’s not. This is Theo’s fault, not yours.”

“I should’ve known.” Beca’s jaw was tight as another tear slid down her cheek, “His face when he caught us kissing, I should’ve...”

“It’s not your fault.” Chloe shook her head, her left hand cupping Beca’s cheek, “It’s really not your fault Becs.”

Chloe gently pressed her lips into Beca’s, not caring that it made her bottom one throb from where she’d bitten it too hard. She just wanted to kiss her, to make sure that Beca knew that it was okay, that it wasn’t her fault, that she didn’t blame her, that...

“I love you.” Chloe whispered as she pulled away, “I meant to say that earlier, before we got interrupted, I love you Beca.”

“I love you too.” Beca nodded a little, forehead pressed against Chloe’s, “Let’s get you checked out Chlo, I want to know you’re okay.”

Chloe smiled softly as she lent into Beca again, walking with her in the direction of the waiting ambulance, able to see the Bellas waiting eagerly to see her nearby.

“How did you know it was Theo?”

“That was all Posen.” Beca smirked a little, “She got a bad vibe off him, and she pointed out that the timing of it was weird from the time that he caught us to you vanishing. Plus, the note that you ‘wrote’? Please. I’ve been trying to decode your hastily written notes for me for years, I knew it wasn’t your handwriting.”

“He left a note?” Chloe frowned, “What did it say?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t like you like that. Gone home to NYC.” Beca shrugged, feeling a swell of anger inside her again, “Once I’d gotten over myself enough, I realised it didn’t sound anything like you.”

Chloe just shook her head a little, a sick feeling in her stomach as she realised just how lucky she was that her friends had figured everything out. If they hadn’t...

“We were never going to let anything happen to you Chlo.” Beca seemed to read her mind as she kissed the top of her head, “No way. I’d have never stopped looking for you.”

“I know.” Chloe nodded, her sore wrist held against her chest as she sniffed, “And that’s why I love you.”

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfiction #my fic #drabble tag #ask meme things #anon #gs drabbles 2023

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bmodiwrites · 2 years

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75 & 88 for steddie

Thanks for stepping in, nonnie - I appreciate ya! #75 is bed sharing & #88 is erotic dream, so this for sure will be explicit (be warned, y'all!) Here goes nothing -

Eddie is fucked up, there's no if's, and's, or but's about it. He's been steadily sipping on beers for hours now, sitting peacefully in Steve's backyard. The day started with an impromptu visit from Max, who has some kind of second sense - she caught him minutes before getting into his van to head to the Harrington place. From there, Eddie is surrounded by all of the kids he's slowing starting to think of as his own. Steve's not all that surprised (or hides it well if he is) when Eddie shows up with a slue of children behind him.

From there, what should should have been a chill day with just him and Steve turns into a thing. Robin and Nancy arrive about an hour into the impromptu pool party. They're trying hard not to make it obvious that there's something going on, but Eddie's too smart for that. He sees the way Nancy looks over her shoulder at Robin when she thinks people aren't looking. Eddie is more than familiar with that longing look in her eyes. His object of affection wrangles the kids and smiles at him just right - Eddie's not sure if Steve is oblivious or playing the long con with his looks and all the time they're spending together.

They steadily wear the kids out and eat most of the food in Steve's pantry and fridge. The kids swim, Robin and Nancy dance around each other, and Eddie, well, he sits with Steve and lives, enjoys life, gets to be himself. He's free to talk and joke about whatever he likes. The more beer they have, the easier it is to take up some of Steve's space, too, to lean in a little further than usual and casually touch. By the time Eddie is starting to feel the buzz coursing through his system, Nancy is wrangling all of the kids and Robin out the door - she's great to take that responsibility out of Eddie's hands. There's a knowing look that passes between her and Steve, but Eddie can't quite decipher it. He's a little too much on the wrong side of tipsy - and Nancy is close to impossible to read, anyway.

Before the sun goes down, Eddie is finally alone with Steve. He half expects it to be awkward, to have the ease of the day melt away now that all of the buffers are gone, yet things stay mellow. In fact, Eddie feels a lot more relaxed when they settle into Steve's living room, a couple of beers in their hands and more on the table for later. There's nothing important on the tv, so Eddie turns his attention over to Steve. "Want to get a little cross faded? I rolled us a couple of joints before Max talked her way into crashing the party." It probably isn't the greatest idea he's ever had, but he's drunk and that's a good enough excuse.

Especially when Steve's eyes light up the way they do. He's got pink cheeks and lips that are shiny from being wetted drunkenly and a bit too often. He leans in close when he talks now, his cologne permeating Eddie's nostrils. The cocktail is almost as bad as the booze coursing through his veins - try as he might, Eddie cannot overcome the intoxication that is Steve Harrington. It's becoming plainly clear that he doesn't really want to, either. His distraction is enough to throw him off guard when Steve nudges him, asking amusedly if Eddie heard him. He shakes his head, tries to pay closer attention. "Maybe we don't need anything more," Steve says, even as he's reaching onto the coffee table to grab the lighter he keeps there for this very occasion.

It becomes increasingly difficult to not think about Steve's lips. They're sharing a joint and the cute little pucker Steve does when he takes a hit is almost indecent. It makes Eddie wonder what Steve's lips would feel like against his own. He thinks often about the way Steve might look with those lips wrapped somewhere else, too. Eddie usually gets himself under control by the middle of the joint but tonight, he's struggling. Steve's elbow brushes against him when they pass the joint and he's looking at Eddie more often than not. It's like he can't look away, like Steve doesn't really want him too, either.

Luckily (or maybe not so much), they're both sunk into the couch by the time the green is burnt down to the spliff. Eddie's got his head against the back of the couch while Steve leans against his shoulder. If Eddie shifted just a little bit, he could cuddle into the boy, share body heat, even. At this point in the night, nothing would be all that surprising. He's slowly building up the courage (and effort) to shift when Steve beats him to it. "I'm kind of sleepy. Let's go to bed while I'm still with it enough to get up the stairs."

Eddie can't remember agreeing to stay over but he knows there's not a chance in hell he's getting behind the wheel - he needs his van in one piece, thank you very much. He grunts his approval and works to get up and onto his feet. The world does a brief tilt before Eddie steadies himself and helps Steve from the couch cushion. When their hands touch, Eddie feels comfort and warmth, like Steve's touch is grounding in an unexplainable way. Or maybe unthinkable, because Eddie just can't allow himself to have such hopes.

Between their grip on each other and the wall's support, Eddie and Steve get up the stairs and into the bathroom. They brush their teeth side by side, elbows brushing again every couple of seconds until Eddie leans forward first, spitting out the mint toothpaste so he doesn't have to see the bright shine in Steve's eyes. His skin is on fire from where they've been touching and the fond stare is too much.

He's stripped down to just his boxer briefs and is pulling back the covers by the time Steve wanders back into the room. He's in sleep shorts and nothing else, the demobat scars on proud display. It's very difficult not to stare and Eddie's not all that sure he succeeds. Steve doesn't seem to mind, though - his focus is stumbling into bed. The sigh he lets out when he relaxes into the bed is way more adorable than anything so simple has the right to be.

Getting to sleep is easy. Eddie finds Steve to be both a great source of heat and an awesome bed mate. There's not a lot of moving around or tossing and turning; Steve sleeps kind of like the dead.

It takes a considerable amount of time to realize that he's in a dream when it all starts. He's in the same place he fell asleep in, the left side of Steve's bed, but a couple things are different. There are considerably less clothes covering their bodies (which is saying something, because underwear is his only aid in modesty). The other difference lies in Steve's position, which is slotted between Eddie's thighs. The lips he's been thinking about since he pressed Steve against the wall and threatened his life are making a trail down the middle of Eddie's chest. Ever since he saw Steve lick his lips, like Eddie's threatening behavior wasn't aggressive but sexy, Eddie hasn't stopped thinking about them.

He's not sure what cues him in, whether it's the sight of Steve taking the head of his cock into his mouth or the sudden existence of his favorite sex music in his head, but Eddie finally understands that this isn't actually happening - though he wishes more than anything that it was. Since it's not real, Eddie doesn't see any harm in leaning into his mind's desire. His hands fist in Steve's hair to tug on the strands. In the moment, he wishes he actually knew what Steve's hair felt like - to truly enhance the experience.

It's a genuinely transcending experience - Eddie's mind is certain that Steve gives great head and has manifested as such. There's the right combination of tongue and spit and gentle scrape of teeth. Dream Steve can deep throat, even; his cheeks look good hollowed out in his effort to choke on Eddie's cock.

If he weren't convinced of his dream status before, Steve's easy acceptance of Eddie's thrusts up into his mouth is nail in the coffin proof. Eddie isn't the most experience but the couple of fumbles he's been a part of were never this good. No one's trusted him enough to let Eddie take control like this. His hands are fisted in Steve's chaotic sex-hair and he's got the greatest rhythm going on, but something is missing, wrong maybe.

Eddie's seconds away from understanding what it is when he's shocked awake.

It's then that he realizes that he's pressed flush up against Steve and his hips have been moving the same way they were in his dream. He suddenly realizes that the missing feeling was his consciousness as reality and impending orgasm quickly make themselves known. Eddie's body flushes from head to toe, the surface of his skin sweaty. He's afraid to look over at Steve and acknowledge what he's done. Eddie does his best to pull his hips away slowly, to remove the evidence of his indiscretion before things can get more out of hand.

But Steve's voice halts him. "Fuck, why'd you stop?" The question is panted at him, like Steve is just as affected, just as far gone. Eddie can't handle the thought and surges forward, finally burying his face into the gorgeous curve of Steve's neck. There is a quick fumble for Eddie's hand - Steve reaches around and searches for a second before finding it and threading their fingers together tightly. Eddie goes willingly as Steve moves - suddenly, his hard cock is pressed deliciously against the swell of Steve's ass and his own hand is gripping Steve's cock through the shorts he's got on.

There's a wet spot against Eddie's palm and it's well more than enough to wreck him. His hips thrust wildly and his grip on Steve turns manic. "Please, Steve." Eddie doesn't know what he's saying, what he's asking for, he can't think straight at all. Steve is of the same mind, though - he answers with a moan and tightens his fingers still laced with Eddie's. It's hard to tell how it happens or who cums first, but there's moans and echoing calls of each other's names as Eddie tips over the edge, the momentum of an Earth shattering orgasm yanking him down in free-fall until he's broken into a billion pieces.

Despite just ruining his shorts like a horny teenager (and practically molesting his best friend), Eddie is floating on air. It's odd to be feeling so good when they didn't even kiss but that's a thought for another time. Eddie wants to revel in the bliss (even if it's only for a moment). Steve must agree because he doesn't move, he's practically boneless in Eddie's arms. It probably should be awkward, the aftermath of their sleepy fumble, but it's not. It's really not.

When Steve does move, Eddie is reluctant to give up his grip on him. He's scared it may never be again. He relents, though, because there's nothing else he can do that's rational and right for the moment. His spiral is all at once stopped in his tracks by the sight of Steve turning until their noses brush - within seconds they're sharing breath in their closeness. Steve's lips are quirked in a lopsided, sleepy smile. It's a beautiful vision that Eddie all the sudden hopes he gets to enjoy more than just right now. He selfishly wants Steve to want him to.

"You want to take a shower?" He asks Eddie that like it's a normal thing, like they've been doing domestic shit like it forever. And that's what makes Eddie realize it - that maybe he's been missing the moments where heading in this direction was entirely inevitable - ineffable, even. In his certainty, he tries not to let his surprise show, but it's a near miss. It's difficult to believe that he's actually awake, here in a moment he's only fantasized about. Warm lips and a sure grin remind him he is, though. And that's enough. Way, way more than enough.

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#steddie #steve/eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steveddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #bobbie writes #fanfic mashup #ask meme things

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absylphe · 2 months

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✍ - a memory of their mother (slash lusus slash ancestor)

"Put it down, the sun is high. Grasses now." Most of the sounds are at a register you can only hear through long term exposure and practice, some of the louder ones just sounding like common chitters. You slam closed the copy of the latest rainbow drinker novel Vriska had sent you, sighing loudly and climbing down from the window sill.

"Already ate a running one at low sun. No grass."

The bones of the hopbeast you had for breakfast bleach under the sun in a neat, organized collection on the front lawn.

"Look play later. Grasses now."

She's so persistent, you grouch and grumble and when she regurgitates the sweet grasses you do stick your hand out, and you do eat it, and the texture is god-awful but there is so little to eat out in the desert and you are a growing troll. She watches you intently with many-faceted eyes, uncanny mandibles quivering with anticipation, and she coos a gratified sound when you finish choking it down.

"Good grub. Big and strong. Run fast, catch more running ones."

"I know, I know. Balanced diet."

She chitters at you, head tilted. You blow a raspberry and parse it back out in grubspeak.

"Big and strong, run fast."

"Run fast," she agrees, finally curling up under the stairs, out of the way for her nap.

It would be nice to have more in-depth conversations with her. The potential is there, you know she cares for you from the grubspeak, but the language is so... limited. Her focuses are so narrow. It is lonely out here, lonely and dangerous.

You wash your hands of the grass pulp slime, pick your book back up, and when you fall asleep, the clouds that float by the golden city in your dreams lull you in with promises that you will speak to her one day, unburdened by the barrier of primitive communication, and she will understand you and speak back in kind.

It will be exciting, you think. To play this game, and meet all of your friends, and talk to your lusus. It's a lovely dream.

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"Thanks again for coming on such short notice, Miss Maryam. I know you are not on call during wriggling season, but our usual docterror was in an accident and I didn't know who else to--" "It is okay, Novitiate Paunit. Please present the grub."

You hate to be terse, but the echoing sounds of thousands of grubs squealing is incredibly overstimulating -- you have more than the one set of reasons for not working during this season, but if you can't show up for things like this, then you will be out of the loop with the caverns.

The young cavern apprentice hefts up a big fat blueblood into your face, wiggling and undulating. It's still shiny and wet -- freshly hatched, but it's thrashing far more than usual, its caste-bestowed heft making it difficult for the poor apprentice to manage on her own. It seems to be perfectly healthy, no deformities, but the way it's wiggling is either the sign of a psychological deformity or a physical one. You take the grub in your arms, hold it to your chest in such a way it has to cease its wriggling, press your forehead to its uncanny little forehead, bumping against nubby, velvety little horns.

"No run, no run, hurt," it chitters out, the sounds exhausted and strained from all of the screaming. The legs seem fine, but you hold your ear up to its belly and gently tap each of them. Fine, fine, fine -- aha, this one is hollow, a small hole into the exoskeleton of the leg. The novitiate looks on with giant, horrified eyes as you curl one claw between the grub's body and the base of its leg and simply pop the whole thing off, leaving behind an irritated nub of blue flesh.

"No run, cold hurt, small cocoon now. No hurt later." You chirp soothingly to the grub, explaining the process the best you can with the very limited dialect, preparing your antiseptic spray. "Grasses now, big sleep later, run later later later." "Your sorting area is contaminated," you inform the novitiate, carefully juggling between spraying antiseptic and holding the grub still through the sting of pain. The novitiate can't hear your chirping, only the grub can, and while it does wail with the sharp pain of the spray, it does calm down when you start to wrap the nub with gauze, as the understanding seems to sink in. "You have parasites in the bedding, change all of it and spray down all of the eggs that haven't hatched yet with apple cider vinegar and water."

She furiously scribbles in her notebook while you finish bandaging the grub, hefting it up to lay across your shoulder. The stinging pain has turned to numbing and the grub settles on your shoulder while you feed it sweetgrass.

"As for this one, just make sure he eats a lot. The flesh of his leg was eaten through, but as long as he stays healthy from here going forward, he should be able to play with the other grubs just fine, do the usual enrichment activities, and pupation will eventually set him right. He's heavy and down a leg in the back though, so be careful letting him climb on things."

"Yes ma'am," the novitiate stammers out carefully reaching out and removing the now-docile grub from your shoulder.

"You're looking for these." You reach down to pick up the shed grubleg, tapping out the hollow horn of it into your hand, where a wicked looking small worm with a few sharp mandibles squirms around in distress. "Kill them with extreme prejudice. The apple cider vinegar should kill the eggs."

"How did you know what was wrong? He looked absolutely fine to me..."

"Oh, years of practice, dear." You smile wryly and tap the side of your head, winking. "You develop an ear for this sort of thing over time."

#you will get both! i'll write one about dolorosa/porrim later #ooc #ask meme things #long post #parasite mentions //

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