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rai-knightshade · 6 months

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Get to know me tag game!

Exactly what it says on the tin, I was tagged by @samblerambles for this one!

Top 3 Ships: I hope this question means just, like, currently, cause no way could I choose a top 3 of all time 😭. Current Nuclear-Levels-of-Brainrot Blorbo ships are: 1) Jeca (Jesse x Beca, Pitch Perfect); 2) Zelink (Link x Zelda, primarily Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom); and 3) Zekkna (Jaina x Zekk, Star Wars Legends/Young Jedi Knights). Honorable mentions go to the polyam versions of these ships tho (JessexBecaxChloe and Jaina's Mini Harem aka JainaxZekkxJag(xmaybe Kyp but I'm not sold on him). And maybe also YonaxSidonxLinkxZelda, which I just think is neat and fun)

Favorite color: yellow! I love a good golden, sunny yellow I gotta say 😁

Last Song: unintentionally, Cake by Itzy (played on the radio at the boba place I went to today); intentionally, Mr. Perfectly Fine (Fearless Vault Track by Taylor Swift)

Last Book: you know what, it's been 7 months since I last read anything, I think that officially makes this answer None until I get around to reading another book 😅.... Or it's the Little Golden Books baby's first biography on Taylor Swift. Which might actually be cringier 😅 (cringe is dead and it's a cute book etc etc but goddamn does this still say something about my ability to read actual books nowadays rip)

Last Movie: The Eras Tour Movie, preceded by The Barbie Movie

Currently Watching: nothing intentionally. I like watching some of the MeTV block of classic 70's/80's/90's shows tho. I'm always down for classic Macgyver and Emergency!

Current obsession: while you might come to the conclusion, based on this post, that it's Taylor Swift, I'm actually still fairly normal about her I promise 😅 I maintain the distinction that I'm a swiftie, but I'm not a Swiftie™. There's a difference. No, the actual answer is only mentioned once so far: Pitch Perfect, more specifically Jeca (and also SwanSongs aka Jesse/Beca/Chloe), even more specifically the secret good sequel to the third movie where Jeca can still win (and everyone is truly, canonically queer in a myriad of ways) that lives rent-free in my head, multiple pages of my sketchbooks, and as the Big Damn Fic™ I've been posting very slowly to AO3 since last year. Don't believe me? I'm gonna add '#jeca' and '#not to Blorbo on main but' to the tags of this post, look through the reblogs and actual blogs I've tagged over the past couple years and you'll truly understand how deep it all goes.

Currently Working On: allegedly, it's chapter 2 of the Big Damn Fic™ I just mentioned, 'these hands had to let it go free and- (This Love came back to me)', for which i just posted the ending a couple weeks ago as its own fic in the series to show that I'm doing something with it.

Country You Want to Visit: Scotland, Norway, and New Zealand. And also maybe Iceland. Pretty much in that order. I'd take a tour of Europe too tbh but those are the Big 3 (4).

Tags for Funsies: @thesorrowoflizards @lord-owlsnake @qcboeifzzz @beautiful-flutey @avian-violet and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it! Go for it! (No pressure tho ofc)

#tag games #ask games #taylor swift #jeca #not to blorbo on main but #zelink #zekkna #zekk nolastname #zekk solo fel #oh man is the brainrot strong for these stories #got brainrot so bad i started mentally fleshing out jesse's mom and ended up drawing up an entire page of drawings for her #i think she's my second favorite pitch perfect oc now (second only to my beloved sunshine daughter Maria #naturally)#ill talk more about her when i post said drawings but just know that a) shes kind of a weirdo just like her son #b) she's World's Best Mom™#c) she will see a feral stray standoffish cat in human form (aka Beca) and say 'is anyone else gonna adopt this poor girl'--#--and not wait for an answer. sorry beca she's your mom now. yeah its permanent no backsies. yeah youre on the christmas card too.#(its ok tho in this verse beca's mom is basically nonexistent--much like the actual movies make her--so she's sorely in need of one)#anyways. brainrot. its real bro

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massivedrickhead · 7 years

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One More Year: Chapter 16

Once again I'm going to beg for reviews! Pretty please help a friend out!

I apologise if this is crap, I haven't had time to proof-read because I'm super tired and I need to sleep before work, but I hope you like it anyway :)

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I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

Chapter 16

Beca spent the following week with a smile permanently etched on her face. In her mind, her date with Chloe couldn't have gone better. When she told Benji about it in school on Monday, Jesse had overheard.

"So did you get a goodnight kiss?" He asked.

"She wasn't ready, so I didn't push her," Beca said. He shut up after that.

Chloe had been beaming all week too, which wasn't that uncommon for Chloe. When she told Stacie and Aubrey about it, they both agreed that the night sounded perfect.

"I'm really happy for you," Aubrey had said.

"So are you guys, like, girlfriend and girlfriend now?" Stacie asked.

"We haven't talked about it yet," Chloe said. "I think it's probably too soon to say."

They hadn't spent much time together during the week because they were trying to catch up on work, but Beca was still planning on going over to hers for dinner on Sunday. She was nervous to meet her parents but excited to spend the day with Chloe and see her home.

However, on Sunday afternoon she got a phone call from Chloe.

"Hey," she said when Beca answered. Her voice was rough and croaky, and Beca could barley hear her.

"Are you okay?" Beca asked.

"I'm sick," was Chloe's response.

"Do you wanna cancel dinner?"

"If that's okay? I'm sorry, I don't think I'd be very good company," Chloe replied.

"Of course it's okay," Beca said. She thought for a second. "Wait, can I come over anyway? If that's okay, I mean."

"Why?"

"Because I thought I could come look after you," Beca said, feeling herself blush. "Sorry. That sounded lame. I just thought you could use some company."

"You really want to come hangout with me when I'm sick?" Chloe asked. Beca swore she could hear Chloe smiling.

"Yeah. I do. But if you don't want me to just say, I promise I won't get offended," Beca said. "I know sometimes you just wanna be alone when you're sick."

"No, I'd like to see you," Chloe said. "I'll just tell my Mom."

"Cool. I'll be over in like an hour."

"Awesome," Chloe said. "I'll see you soon."

Chloe hung up and went into the kitchen to see her Mom.

"How are you feeling sweetie?"

"Crappy," Chloe said. Her throat was in agony and her head was pounding. "But, um, Beca is still gonna come over." Her Mom raised her eyebrows. "She said she wants to come take care of me." She couldn't finish the sentence without grinning.

"And do you want her to come over?" Chloe nodded. "Well, I'm very excited to meet her. Why don't you go and sit down and I'll bring you some tea."

An hour later, Beca was standing outside Chloe's door, psyching herself up. She took a deep breath and knocked. A few seconds later and the door opened to reveal two six year olds standing there.

"Hi," Beca said, slightly caught off guard. They stared at her. "I'm Beca. I'm Chloe's friend." They kept staring. "You must be Aliza and Robbie, right?" They nodded.

"Do you like dinosaurs?" Robbie asked.

"I do," Beca said, wondering if she should text Chloe or if she should just wait for an adult to appear.

"What's your favourite?"

"Um, I like the T-Rex. What's yours?"

"I like the T-Rex too!" He said, excitedly. At that moment, Chloe's mom appeared.

"Hello," she said, "you must be Beca."

"Yeah," Beca said, "nice to meet you."

"Come in, come in," she said. "So, you're the famous Beca." She glanced at the nervous brunette who had followed her into her kitchen. "Don't look so afraid, I don't bite."

Beca laughed, slightly nervously. "Sorry. I'm always afraid I make a bad first impression."

"Well coming over to spend time with my daughter when she's sick is definitely a step in the right direction," she said, winking. "She's just in the living room."

Beca left the kitchen and went into the living room. Chloe was lying on one of the sofas, watching some kind of cooking show.

"Dude, I love this show," Beca said.

Chloe looked up and grinned. "Hi," she said, her voice still rough. She sat up and patted the space beside her. Beca took off her jacket before sitting beside her. "Thank you for coming over."

"It sounds like it hurts you to talk," Beca said.

"It does," she said.

"Then you don't have to do it," Beca said. "You can just text me."

Chloe laughed. "I'm not gonna text you, weirdo. You're sitting next to me."

"Would it be easier if I sat over there?" Beca asked. "Or I could just put my headphones in so I can't hear you."

"Shut up," Chloe said, still laughing. She changed her position so her head was on Beca's chest. Beca instinctively put her arm around her. "Did you meet my mom?"

"I did," Beca said. "She's friendly."

"Did she hug you?"

"Not yet, but the day is young. Things might get crazy," Beca said. Chloe laughed until she started coughing.

"Sorry," Chloe said when she stopped.

"Gross. I'm full of your germs now," Beca said, giving her a squeeze to show she was joking.

"What if I do get you sick?"

"You can come and take care of me then," Beca said.

They watched TV together for about half an hour before Chloe's mom came in.

"Beca," she said, "would you like chicken or tomato soup?"

Beca's instinct was to say that she was okay. That she didn't want any. She always had a weird feeling of guilt whenever she ate or drank at someone else's house for the first time. She knew that was stupid, but she couldn't help it. She sensed however that this wasn't the kind of house where you just refused food.

"Tomato please," Beca said.

"Chloe?" Her mom said.

"I'm not hungry," Chloe replied.

"You missed breakfast," her mom said. "So what soup do you want?" She was perfectly calm and friendly, but her voice left no room for argument. Beca couldn't help but wonder how many times they'd had conversations like this.

"I'll have tomato too," Chloe said.

They finished their soup, Beca tried to pace herself so she didn't finish too far ahead of Chloe, and the redhead suggested they go upstairs. She wanted to lie down and Robbie and Aliza had burst in, talking loudly.

"Keep the door open a smidge," her mom called as they headed up.

Beca looked around Chloe's room as Chloe climbed onto her bed and got comfortable.

Her room was filled with books and DVDs. On her desk were textbooks and random school notes spread everywhere. Above her desk was a wall of photographs. Most of them were of her and her family, but there was a lot of her and Aubrey too. Beca smiled as she looked at them. Chloe was grinning in every one of them. And it didn't look like a forced camera smile. They all looked genuine.

"Thank you for coming over," Chloe said when Beca sat on the bed beside her.

"Thank you for letting me come over," Beca replied. Beca rested her back against the wall and Chloe lay down, resting her legs across Beca's.

They stayed there for a while. Chloe had put on some music and had quickly fallen asleep. Beca had grabbed a book out of her bag and was absentmindedly running her hand up and down Chloe's leg while she read it.

Chloe's mom had peaked in and her heart melted at the sight. Beca seemed perfectly content just being with Chloe. She left them to it.

Eventually, Beca carefully extracted herself. She wrote a quick note to Chloe saying she had left and to text her when she woke up. She kissed her on the forehead before adjusting her blankets so she was properly covered.

"I'm gonna head off now," Beca said to Chloe's mom in the kitchen. "My dog will be missing me."

"Have you got time for a quick cup of tea?" Chloe's mom asked.

Again, Beca's instinct was to politely decline. But Chloe's mom was like Chloe in that she felt like maybe sitting and talking to her wouldn't be such a bad thing.

"Sure," she said, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"Is Chloe still asleep?" Mrs Beale asked as she made the tea.

"Yeah," Beca said. "I hope it's okay that I came over when she was sick. I just thought she might want some company."

"Of course it's okay," Mrs Beale said. "You're welcome over here anytime."

"Thanks," Beca said, relieved she seemed to have made a good impression.

"Chloe told me all about your date," she said. "And I wanted to thank you for not pushing her before she was ready."

"Oh," Beca said, "that's okay. I mean, I feel like you shouldn't have to thank me for that. That's just me being a decent person."

Mrs Beale smiled at her. "I agree. But I appreciate it anyway. I think you and Chloe are a good match."

Beca smiled. "Yeah. I think so too. Actually, I have an idea for our next date, but I wanted to check it was okay with you first."

"I'm listening."

The Saturday after, Beca called Chloe.

"What's up?" Chloe asked.

"What are you doing right now?" Beca asked.

"Um, nothing. Why?"

"Do you wanna hang out?" Beca asked, praying she would say yes.

"It's like 8pm," Chloe said.

"But do you want to?"

"Of course I do. I'd have to ask my mom though since my curfew is in like two hours," Chloe said.

"Your mom already knows," Beca said, grabbing her car keys. "I'm on my way over, wear something warm. Like, really warm."

"Beca, what's going on?"

"Surprise second date," Beca said. "If you don't want to, just tell me. I realise I've just sprung this on you."

"I want to," Chloe said after a few seconds.

When Chloe hung up she saw her mom hovering by her door. "You knew about this?"

She nodded. "She asked me last week and I thought it was cute. You have my permission, for one night only, to stay out past curfew."

"Am I gonna like it?"

"You're going to love it," she said. "Now put on at least five more sweaters."

Once Chloe was dressed, she got a text from Beca.

Beca: I'm outside xx

She felt a nervous flutter in her stomach.

"Be safe," her mom said before kissing her on the cheek and ushering her towards the door.

Chloe left the house to find Beca waiting outside her pickup, shivering slightly. Chloe noticed that the back of the pickup had a cover over it.

"Move your butt Beale, it's freezing out here," Beca said.

"Why didn't you just wait in the car?" Chloe asked as Beca opened the passenger door for her.

"Because this is more gentlemanly," she said, shutting the door and hurrying over to the other side.

"So, where are we going?" Chloe asked when they started driving.

"You'll see," Beca said, smiling.

Chloe put on some music and they talked about nothing while they drove further and further away from town. Soon they were well into the country.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Chloe asked.

"Soon, I promise," Beca said.

Not long after, they pulled into what looked like a parking lot of a camp ground. It was hard to tell because it was so dark. There was a lake nearby and Chloe could see some campfires in the distance.

"Are you going to murder me?" Chloe asked.

"It would be pretty dumb if I asked for your mom's permission before I murdered you, don't you think?" Beca said. "Okay, close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Please? Trust me?" Beca asked. She could tell Chloe was a little nervous, and she wanted to put her at ease.

"Okay," Chloe said, closing her eye.

Beca got out of the car and went around to Chloe's side. She opened the passenger door and helped Chloe out.

"Keep them closed," she said. She shut the door and locked the car. She tilted Chloe's head up. "Okay. Open them."

Chloe opened her eyes and was faced with an endless sky of stars.

"Holy shit," she whispered.

She had never seen anything like it. She had seen photographs of skies like this, but none of them compared to seeing it for real. She felt like she could see the entire universe. She never wanted to look away.

She heard something behind her, and tore her eyes away to see Beca had removed the cover from the back of her pickup. Inside were blankets and pillows and duvets and cushions.

"Just so we can stay warm," Beca said.

She lowered the tailgate and climbed up before helping Chloe up. The pair got comfortable in the sea of blankets. Beca had also put in a few hot water bottles and had a thermos full of hot chocolate.

"This is amazing," Chloe said, staring up at the sky. "Thank you."

They were lying side by side, and she felt Beca take her hand.

"I wanted you to see the stars," she said.

They were quiet for a while as Chloe looked up. Beca kept looking at Chloe, smiling at the amazement on her face.

"How did you know about this place?" Chloe asked.

"Before my mom left, we all used to come here every summer. My dad gave me directions on how to find it again," she said.

Chloe squeezed her hand.

"You don't talk about your mom very much," Chloe said.

"No," Beca replied, "I guess I don't. I don't... I don't like talking about her. I don't even like calling her mom."

"We don't have to talk about her," Chloe said.

"Another time, maybe," Beca said. "Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment."

"Okay," Chloe said. She moved closer to her.

After another small silence, Beca started to speak again.

"I was wondering if, maybe, you might... um... sorry... I'm not good at this," she said. She was glad it was too dark for Chloe to see her blushing. "Would you, um, like to be my girlfriend?"

Chloe chuckled at Beca's inarticulateness before she replied. "I would really really like that."

She turned so she was facing Beca.

Beca turned so she was facing her.

"Yeah?" Beca asked.

"Yeah."

Chloe leaned in and kissed Beca on the cheek.

She giggled.

"What?" Beca asked.

"I was aiming for your mouth," Chloe said, still laughing. "It's too dark."

"Oh," Beca replied. "Are you sure you're, you know, ready?"

"Yes," Chloe said. "I want to kiss my girlfriend under the stars. Is that cool?"

"That's cool," Beca said, reaching out so she cupped Chloe's face. "That's very very cool."

Beca leaned in.

Chloe leaned in.

Then, they kissed.

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