#bechloe ficlet

[cheapthrillsbeca]

chloe: i’m so tired of eating out. we should stop.

beca, half listening: WHAT?

beca: chloe.... you're joking, right?

chloe: no, i mean it.

beca: seriously??

chloe: yeah, seriously. it'll be hard, but i think it'll be good for us in the long run.

beca: wow i.... i'm totally not following your logic here. i was always under the impression that you, uh, liked it?

chloe: i do. but it's also lazy, you know? not super healthy. i'm actually surprised you're so opposed to this idea -- always thought you were sorta ambivalent.

beca: ambivalent?!

chloe: ...yeah?

beca: i, for one, recall always being VERY vocal in voicing my support.

chloe: huh? you do?

beca: and i believe on numerous occasions you've commented on how you could, uh... feel... just how supportive i was.

chloe: i could 'feel' how supportive you were.... about ordering take out from tony's house of pizza?

beca: wait. what?

chloe: oh my god becs, what did you think we were just talking about?

beca: hey YOU said you were sick of eating ou--

beca: .........

beca: oh.

#may i present a humble crackfic alkjsfd;lkj #i'm tired #bechloe #cc: #sensiblethingtodo #had to publish for posterity loll #** #i wrote this #ficlet

[ckm-writes]

It’s short, but at least I’m writing

#pitch perfect #ficlet #second person pov #bechloe

[gohandinhand]

Top 5 fave fanfics you've ever read

"pls nothing that requires research" -> this lmao. could i help myself anyway? no. i went and retrieved my laptop from the dining room and brought it to bed to start digging into this. me at 10:15pm:

but here’s the deal: there’s no way in hell i can give you my fave fics of ALL time. i’ve been reading fic for many years, some of them on sites that no longer exist. there are several “sorry, this fic has been deleted!” entries in my ao3 bookmarks. a lot of those years were also in the hp fandom, which is not a topic i’m willing to revisit given the situation now, despite the fact that i read many incredible hp fics & crossovers. 

also, my memory is swiss cheese! but i can give you 5 fics that come to mind as ones i’ve revisited time and time again over the years. for many of these, i feel an enduring gratitude for it as a work that introduced me to the author(s) as someone whose writing i want to follow. & some of them became buddies which is! cool! for me. it’s an hour past my bedtime now so here’s what springs to mind:

you’re magic & you’re real by @unicyclehippo and @possibilistfanfiction (who also has a bunch of tumblr ficlets for this au under #gaf au) [the 100, clexa] it’s been 7 years and i still reread it at least annually. the universe, this version of these characters - it is precious to me. tender. 

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess is Mine) by @emilyjunk [pitch perfect, bechloe] angie is going to kill me for this in the morning because she wants it to be forgotten she ever wrote bechloe lmao but! despite that! i still reread this regularly. they’re so dumb and i love them so much. i can’t keep saying ‘tender’ yet that’s how i feel about this one too! 

Something Suspiciously Close to Hope by @hedaswolf [the 100/Stranger Things crossover, clexa] ok, i did watch most of the first season of stranger things before it got too scary for me and never picked it up again. however, the wholesome ache this induces is the right palate cleanser for certain kinds of despair. 

The Key to Byzantium by MarcusRowland [buffy/stargate sg1 crossover] wildcard, stargate was my parents’ fandom when i was a kid lmao. a decade and a half and it’s just a casual thing i want to have fun bopping to every so often! 

the wn fandom has so so so many incredible fics & writers, but the fandom is too new to have any idea yet of what fics will endure for me. but so far show me something of a reckoning by @lucytara [warrior nun, avatrice] is something i have already reread… a ridiculous number of times. some phrases in this are so delicious & sticky for my brain that when i was writing pnw au i actually had to go check to make sure i wasn’t accidentally plagiarizing (and caught it a few times, whoops!)... it's absolutely incredible. have a good feeling about the staying power on this one.

#i worked on this list for two hours and blew my bedtime lmaoooooo #but i'm staying up late rereading things out of my bookmarks this is so fun 🥹 #so thank you this was a great ride! now i will have to answer everything else in the morning lol #asked #ask game

[beca-mitchell]

I’ve been watching modern family lately and envisioned grumpy Mitchell as Beca and Sunshine Cam as Chloe. Totes can imagine how Bechloe would be as a married couple would be how Mitchell and Cam are! some of their scenes arevspot on.. 😂 What do you think?!

LMAOOO this message was made for us @bobby-lynnes-bra

i also did a re-watch of modern family a few months ago and i was envisioning beca and chloe in every possible situation skdfks like yes the raincloud/sunshine dynamic works perfectly there but also claire and phil is soooo them. all the couples work!

i considered writing some short little ficlets but life got busy

#ask #anonymous

[pinkpastels113]

sweet like chocolate

author’s note: i literally hadn’t planned to write anything more than the unexpected mirror drabble thing a couple days back but uh- surprise? i wrote this on a train lol so forgive any errors or mishaps. i’ll edit it as soon as i’m done with class.

Beca will never be a morning person.

She hates getting up early, out of the warm comfort of her bed to the bitter cold outside, shuffling into her car and grumbling at the traffic on the road. She hates stumbling into her work, a place where she is still some intern grabbing coffee for some self entitled prick, nowhere near where she wants to be to produce her own music.

She hates feeling like her life is cold, and meek, and absolutely pointless.

She hates-

“Bec?”

Beca looks up, and a smile automatically spreads across her face at the sight of her girlfriend. “Chloe! What are you doing here?”

Chloe chuckles, shrugging her shoulders. It is then that Beca only catches sight of the package in her hands. Her heart leaps to her throat. “I brought you something.”

Beca reaches forth, her fingers closing around the box and her entire body abuzz with an overwhelming sense of affection. “Chocolate? Chlo, it’s only eight in the morning.”

Chloe sees past the incredulity to the grateful tone beneath. Beca will always be thankful that she didn’t have to expressively state her emotions for Chloe to understand. She loves that about them, about her.

“I know. I still wanted to. Look, it’s your favorite kind.”

Beca rolls her eyes and tries not to choke on the tears burning at the bridge of her nose. She leans forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of Chloe’s mouth, her whole day uplifted just that tiny- huge- bit at the little gesture.

“You’re the best, you know that? The absolute best. I’m the luckiest person in the whole damn world.”

Chloe bites her lip, her eyes sparkling whenever Beca gets this sappy. Even though Beca doesn’t have to say so she still likes to acknowledge and proclaim her affections. It proves to show that they are actually together, not just dancing around each other like what they have been doing for the past several years.

She says something back but Beca doesn’t hear, because she has already ripped open the package and fed Chloe one. Chloe almost drops it, and they laugh, because even though Beca will never be a morning person, Chloe is, and she always makes Beca’s just that more bearable.

#bechloe #february drabbles 2022 #w writes #beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloe fluff #bechloe drabble #bechloe ficlet #pitch perfect

[chloebeale]

“nice mug”

i saw this interaction in a facebook group post yesterday and i just couldn’t resist embarrassing beca. also shoutout to the commenter for shooting their shot!! hope he slid into your DM too <3

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“Damn, she’s cute...”

“Dude!”

Beca reflexively pulls her phone to her chest, burying the screen against the soft fabric of her oversized gray sweater.

“What?” Stacie questions with a breathy chuckle, straightening to nonchalantly shrug an uncovered shoulder. “If you wanna social media stalk hot girls, you go right ahead. I’m not judging.”

“I’m not social media stalking anyone,” Beca scoffs, her cheeks splashing a soft crimson color despite the way she has realistically done nothing wrong, nothing to be embarrassed about.

“Then who’s the hot ginger?”

“I don’t know,” Beca says with a clear of her throat, pulling her phone from the protection of her chest with the previously unlocked screen now muted to black. “She just posted a picture in one of the Facebook groups I’m in. I wasn’t, like, looking at it, it just came up on my feed.” Why she feels the need to justify it, she really doesn’t know.

Or...okay, so maybe she was checking out the nameless redhead, but it wasn’t like she’d specifically sought her out. The picture really had just shown up at random on her feed.

“You were looking pretty intently,” Stacie counters, shuffling around the two-seater couch to drop down comfortably beside Beca. Her eyes immediately shift toward the dimmed phone screen, manicured nail tapping against the glass. “Show me.”

“What? No,” Beca frowns, though finds herself instinctively unlocking her phone regardless. “She was just posting about some new mug she got or something. I don’t know, it’s from this coffee group.”

“Then you have something in common,” Stacie hums, eyeing the selfie to pop up in the center of the screen. As she speaks, she reaches out to pluck the phone from Beca’s loose grasp, studying the picture more closely.

“How do we have anything in common?” Beca asks with a quirked brow, arms folding almost petulantly across her middle while her gaze shifts naturally toward the screen. Seriously, whoever this redhead is, she really is ridiculously hot—Beca won’t say so aloud now, though.

“You’re both losers who joined a coffee group,” Stacie shrugs, swiping the screen to reveal the poster’s name. “Chloe Beale. Cute.” Before Beca can stop her, Stacie has begun to tap something into the comment section of the photo post, and Beca’s brow lifts in questioning for half a second, before a distinct level of panic begins to set in.

“What are you doing?” Beca questions, reaching down to grab the phone back, though Stacie—with her unfairly long arms—holds it effortlessly out of reach, her other hand pressing to Beca’s chest to push her further from the device despite Beca’s flailing hands and adamant protests. “Give it back!”

“Fine,” Stacie shrugs, twisting to press the phone into Beca’s hand. Not before hitting post on whatever she may have been typing, though, and Beca scrambles to quickly read.

nice mug 😉 also, you’re really good looking... did i just say that?

“Dude!” Beca yelps, eyes widening as she rereads the comment posted from her account. “Why would you—” As she frantically taps for the option to delete, a red notification pops up along the bottom bar of her screen. Beca’s jaw drops as she glances toward the comment, where a fresh ‘heart’ reaction displays in the bottom corner.

“You’re welcome,” Stacie says with an undeniable level of smugness lacing her cool tone. “You really might as well just slide into her DM now.”

Cheeks ablaze with a deeper shade of red, Beca hastily begins to tap out a new comment, trying to let this Chloe person know that her friend fucking sucks and stole her phone, though another notification pops up then, this one in the top corner of her screen.

“Would you look at that,” Stacie beams, pointing toward the messenger notification with a proud grin. “Looks like she slid into yours first.”

#beca mitchell #chloe beale #stacie conrad #bechloe #bechloe fic #bechloe ficlet #mine #mine:writing #nice mug

[hrmdream]

‘Say No More’ royal Chloe returns but is less of a blubbering mess

#bechloe #bechlot fic #bechloe ficlet #bechloe au #my writing

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

5 for the pregnancy prompts - please and thank you 💗

Hi lovely!! Sorry this took so long I tragically had uni stuff to do, but I was reallyyyy hoping someone would pick this one tbh 🥺🥰💖

(5) “I have stretch marks now.” “And they look beautiful on you.”

Chloe huffed as she sat on the end of their bed, staring at her reflection in the full length mirror as she rubbed at her swollen stomach. Beca leant against the doorway, frowning softly as she watched her wives face contort with an expression she couldn’t quite place.

“Chlo?”

“Do you still think I’m attractive?” Chloe mumbled, not looking away from her reflection as Beca moved into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed behind her and resting her chin on her shoulder, “I knew pregnancy was going to make me fat but... I just didn’t think it would be this bad...”

“You are radiant.” Beca shook her head a little, pressing a soft kiss to Chloe’s shoulder, arms wrapping around her, “You always look hot.”

“But... I have stretch marks now.” Chloe sighed heavily, watching as Beca frowned at her in the mirror for a moment and ran her fingers through Chloe’s hair.

“And they look beautiful on you.” Beca rested her forehead against Chloe’s temple, kissing the pulse point on her neck, “Where’s this coming from Chloe? Am I not making you feel attractive enough?”

“It’s not you.” Chloe shook her head, sighing again, “It’s her...” Chloe gestured at the reflection in the mirror, “Or... me I guess. Objectively, I’m not... look at me Becs...”

“I am looking at you.” Beca gently cupped Chloe’s cheek and turned her head away from the mirror to look at her, “I am looking at my beautiful wife who is carrying our child, who looks more and more stunning every day. I love you so much Chloe, for more than just the way you look, for your mind and your laugh and your smile... but I think you are more beautiful now than the day we first met. I think that every day I wake up next to you.”

Tears formed in Chloe’s eyes as a smile tugged at her lips. She had gotten so lucky when she married Beca...

“I love you too.” Chloe whispered, turning in her arms so that her head rested in the crook of her neck, “Thanks Becs. For loving me even when I look like a hippo.”

Beca chuckled softly as she pulled Chloe into a tight and warm hug, kissing the top of her head, “You do not look like a hippo. Not that it would change how much I love you if you did. I’m getting rid of that mirror, it lies to you. And then I am going to spend the whole afternoon showing you exactly how beautiful you are.”

“Oh?” Chloe looked up at Beca, smirking a little, “And how do you plan on doing that?”

“Now why would I spoil the surprise?” Beca chuckled huskily, pressing her lips against Chloe’s.

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfiction #my fic #ficlet: tktmh #anon #ask meme things

[redlance]

Lol, 23 please xD

You didn’t specify a pairing, so you’re getting Bechloe. :P

23. “Babe, I’m sorry.” - “Suck my ass.”

“Just say it with me.” Beca sits with her legs crossed opposite Chloe on their bed. 

“Okay,” Chloe sounds uncertain, her posture mimicking Beca’s but her brow deeply creased. 

“You’re an asshole,” Beca says, annunciating the words as though she’s afraid Chloe won’t understand them otherwise. Chloe rolls her eyes and murmurs something about this one being easy before she parrots the words back to Beca, who smiles ruefully. “See, wasn’t so hard, right?” 

“Well, it’s easy when you’re being such…” Chloe starts strong but trails off, shrinking a little under Beca’s raised eyebrows, “an asshole.” She deflates fully then and Beca lets out a laugh, prompting Chloe to scowl at her. “You’re supposed to be helping me.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Beca wipes the smile off her face and schools her expression. “Okay, let’s try… eat shit and die.”

“Beca!”

“What? I’ve literally had to use this one more times than I can count, so you never know when it’ll come in handy.” Pressing her hands into the mattress behind her, Beca leans back on them and watches Chloe with no small sense of anticipation. 

“I don’t want to.” Chloe juts her lower lip forward into a pout.

“See, this is why we’re doing this.” Beca leans forward and takes Chloe’s hands in hers, running her thumbs overtop of the redhead’s knuckles. “Your insult game sucks, dude.” 

“It’s not my fault I’m a nice person who’s never had to be mean to anyone.” 

Smiling fondly, Beca brings her hands to Chloe’s cheeks and presses a quick kiss to her lips. 

“Come on, just say it once. For me.” 

She hears Chloe sigh and then, “Eat shit and die.” It’s so lackluster, so unenthusiastic, that Beca releases a full belly laugh that makes her eyes water. “Don’t laugh at me!” Chloe’s pouting again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Beca manages between fits. “That was good, that was really good.” Regaining her composure, Beca gives Chloe’s hands a squeeze. “Let’s just try a few more.”

By a few, Beca means about ten, and by the time they reach what Chloe decides will be the last one, Chloe has become increasingly more annoyed. And so when Beca looks at her and tells her that she’s, “still too sweet for this,” Chloe glowers at her. 

And Beca laughs again, reaching for her with an unconvincing, “Babe, I’m sorry.”

But Chloe angrily slaps Beca’s hand away and spits out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Suck my ass, Beca!”

Beca freezes.

Beca blinks. 

Chloe’s cheeks immediately feel like they’re on fire and Beca’s mouth curves into a smile that is equal parts proud and amused.

“That’s…” Beca trails off, swiping her tongue across her teeth as she tries not to laugh again. “That’s a start.”

#otp prompt ask #bechloe #ficlet #eternalsongbird #ask #prompt

[ear-monstrosities]

should've stayed, were there signs I ignored? (can I help you not to hurt anymore?) 1/1

Summary: Beca visits Chloe one last time

Rating: M

Notes: Title from One More Light- Linkin Park. SPOILER*** TW: Suicide TW: Car crash. first oneshot and its really fuckin sad, hope you enjoy :)

Read below or on AO3

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Beca’s beaten up car pulled to a whining stop on the gravel road. The fragments crunched under the weight of her tires. She took in a deep, steadying breath and slowly got out of the car. She didn’t move for several minutes. Of course, she knew exactly where to go, but this was the first time she had seen her grave since she died. The old, dead grass crunched under her feet as she slowly walked up to the seemingly untouched headstone. She crouched down and ran her fingers along the smooth grooves in the stone.

”Hey Chlo” Beca started. “I brought some flowers for you. I also have the yellow cup with me. You know this is the first time I’ve been up here since... it happened. Don’t think that I love you any less because I couldn’t come up here. No, I just physically couldn’t. Couldn’t get out of bed. Couldn’t move. I was broken. It’s not your fault though. It’s mine.”

”I should’ve talked to you more. I should’ve paid attention to the little things. I should’ve loved you better than I did. Maybe then you would still be here. Maybe I should’ve done a better job to care for you. I could’ve stopped this. I never should’ve left you that day. I should’ve stayed home. Maybe we could watch a movie. Twilight marathon? I know how much you loved that movie. Maybe Harry Potter. I don’t know, it would’ve been your choice. I would’ve fallen asleep after about an hour anyways. No biggie.”

”Anyways, back on track. I just came to tell you how much I love and miss you. You know I never thought the afterlife was real. I thought we just died and that’s that. But if it gives me something to hold onto, I’m gonna believe today. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, Chloe. I still remember the first day.”

-2012-

 ”Hi, any interest in joining our a capella group?” The redhead smiled and handed Beca a flyer.

 ”Oh right, this is like a thing now” Beca stated, warily watching the girl across from her.

-Present Day-

Beca chuckled, a short, dry laugh. “I kinda regret acting like that, but 18 year old me was a bit of a bitch. Of course, you knew that, but you still put up with me. Of course you did. You’re Chloe. Chloe Beale. You’ll always be Beale to me. You put up with my shit when no one else did. I never realized how great you were to me until you left. I still remember every time we went out for ice cream at 2 am. I still remember the innocent touches in Bellas rehearsal. I remember it all. How could I forget?”

-2013-

 ”Beca, please?” Chloe drew out the ‘e’ and pouted.

 ”Alright, alright, fine. I’ll take you to go get ice cream.” Beca relented and Chloe wrapped her in a bear hug.

 ...

 “What kind do you want, Chlo?” Chloe stared at the case for a solid 3 minutes before finally shouting “Cookie dough!” Beca laughed and bought it for her.

 ”Gimme bite” Chloe demanded after they sat down.

 ”Why’d you make me buy Cookie Dough if you wanted my Cherry Blitz?” Beca mock glared as she gave her a bite.

 ”Tastes better from yours”

-Present Day-

”God Chlo, you never ate it all but ended up eating half of mine.” Beca laughed, a loud, boisterous sound. “You always took mine, even if you hated the flavor, you took it.”

”I think what I loved most about you is that you had such a big heart. You could absolutely hate someone, but give them a second chance because you thought they deserved it. I guess I’m kinda lucky there, ain’t I. You took so many chances on me, and I never took a chance on you. I did not once ask if you were truly doing okay. Feeling okay. I didn’t. I never checked up on you, and I should have. I should’ve given you the world, and I would’ve, but I never did. I thought you were happy Chlo-“ Her voice cracked and she paused for a few minutes.

”I thought you were happy all the time. You pretended you were. For me, you pretended. I should’ve made it clear you didn’t have to.” She looked up at the setting sun and let a tear run down her cheek.

”Guess it’s getting pretty late, huh. Well now for the real reason I’m here, how about it.” Beca took a deep breath.

”I guess I never told you this because I was afraid it’d change everything, but now it’s too late, and I have to say it now. I was- am- in love with you, Chloe. I always have been. Always will be. I should’ve told you before. I never did though, and I will always carry that with me. Chloe you were it for me. You were my person. My one and only. I will never stop loving you, and I will always be there for you, no matter what. I had the chance to save you from drowning, and I didn’t. I let you sink. I never had the chance to give you my air. So if this is the last you ever hear from me, know I love you so much. With every fiber of my being, I love you. I think I’ll play our song one more time”

Beca began to sing, tapping rhythms with the famous yellow cup effortlessly. She eased through every verse, never missing a beat. On the last word, she sobbed, a loud, crushing noise in the silent area.

Beca once again ran her fingers over the smooth stone divots, tracing the name of her love. She stood up, waved at the stone, brushed the dirt off her jeans, and started the trek back to her car. 

When she got there, she noticed her window was cracked open just an inch and a small ladybug flew onto her steering wheel. Beca smiled and sobbed at the same time.

“I see you, Chloe. I see you” She spoke to the ladybug. She carefully put the ladybug on her finger and let her fly away. Eventually, she composed herself enough to drive and got into her car. While starting the car, she noticed a small CD case in her passenger seat that she had gotten from Chloe the day she passed. A suicide note, of sorts.

She began to pull out of the cemetery and onto the busy road as she put the CD in and pressed play. She heard a whirring noise, and a distinct sob before choked words came out of her speaker.

 ”I love you too, Beca.”

Beca was too distracted by the scratchy voice that came from the radio to notice the other car come flying down the wrong lane, it's tires screeching as the driver tried to stop.

She didn’t notice the glass shards fly from her windshield and into her neck, slicing the delicate skin that rests there.

She didn’t notice the hard plastic pin the lower half of her body, the strong bones crushed effortlessly under the car’s weight.

Never heard the scream of the other driver as they jumped out at the last minute.

She didn’t notice any of it.

The only thing going through her head were the words that had swept through her car merely seconds before.

 “I love you too, Beca”

Beca’s eyes fluttered shut seconds before she took her last gasping breath.

 I’m coming home Chlo.

 I’m coming home.

#pitch perfect #bechloe #beca x chloe #chloe x beca #beca and chloe #chloe and beca #beca mitchell #chloe beale #one shot #fics #fanfic #ficlet #tragedy #tragic #sad

[cheapthrillsbeca]

got an unexpected early release so i wound up writing a fun little scene for the actor au epilogue! i’m going to finish the stockholm fic before this goes live (i promise) so figured i’d share and also remind you this epilogue is still a thing that is happening :)

[for context: chloe’s away for a few weeks for work]

Beca [9:09 p.m.]: I think something weird happened with your iCloud shenanigans

Beca [9:09 p.m.]: Look at my camera roll

Beca [9:09 p.m.]: *screenshot attachment*

Chloe [9:13 p.m.]: huh.

Chloe [9:13 p.m.]: oh mine is like that too. all our pics are jumbled up together

Beca [9:14 p.m.]: I think our photo libraries merged

Chloe [9:14 p.m.]: yeah seems like. okay if i fix it when i get home?

Beca [9:14 p.m.]: Sure sounds good

Beca [9:15 p.m.]: In the meantime I promise not to like invade your privacy or anything

Chloe [9:17 p.m.]: ☹️ mean

Beca [9:17 p.m.]: What?

Chloe [9:17 p.m.]: i like when you invade my privacy

Chloe [9:17 p.m.]: i especially like when we invade each other’s privacy 💦😘 

Chloe [9:17 p.m.]: ideally simultaneously.. like the other night 👅👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👅

Beca [9:17 p.m.]: lmao omg

Beca [9:17 p.m.]: I can’t with you sometimes

Beca [9:17 p.m.]: and obviously I just meant I won’t go snooping through your pics or anything

Chloe [9:19 p.m.]: definitely don’t look at the one i just took then

Beca [9:19 p.m.]: CHLOE

Beca [9:19 p.m.]: oh my god.

Beca [9:19 p.m.]: do you know how much of a bad idea it is to have photos like that on the cloud???

Beca [9:19 p.m.]: I KNOW you must know that!

Chloe [9:19 p.m.]: 😇😇😇

Beca [920 p.m.]: omg I’m serious!! Hang on I’m gonna facetime you

Beca [9:20 p.m.]: Prepare to be lectured

Beca [9:20 p.m.]: keep your shirt off though

#this kinda works as a stand alone ficlet so even if you haven't read this 'verse you may enjoy! #bechloe #actor au #**

[lespetitesmortsde]

Any chance of a continuation of the Banana bread FF because I need more like right now? it was so freaking cute omfg pretty please with a cherry on top?!🙈

I’m sorry it took so long, but here it is:

Chloe’s been in her house for a week and has spent every evening texting Beca after she gets home from work. The day she’d first met Beca, she texted herself from Beca’s phone so that she’d have her number.

Ever since, Chloe’s been using it liberally. She can’t use it during the day because she doesn’t want her students picking up bad habits from her. They’re at the age of ten, highly influential, and she wants them to know she’s 100% there during their time together.

Trying to be a good role model can be difficult.

She doesn’t text Beca directly after school either. Usually she has a meeting of some kind, either with a parent, a colleague, or a student. Then, instead of bringing her work home with her, she stays at her desk marking or prepping future lesson plans.

When she gets home, though, after she’s showered, Beca’s phone is open season.

Sometimes she starts by saying hello to her favourite baker. Other times she asks Beca about her day. Most often, though, she just launches into a story about one of her kids from that day.

Chloe: So I gave them a word association test today

Beca: I thought you needed informed consent before you could run psychological experiments on kids?

Chloe: Not for that reason!

Beca: lol

Chloe: You’re the worst.

Beca: Alright, I’m sorry. You were saying?

Chloe: Okay so

Beca: Wait how long is this story?

Chloe: BECA!

Beca: What?! We live next door. If it’s a long story you might as well just come over and tell it to me in person.

Chloe: I’m in the middle of making dinner.

Beca: Cool. I haven’t eaten yet. Be right over.

Chloe looks down at the takeout menu in her hand. “Crap.” Someone knocks at the door. Chloe looks at the pile of takeout menus on the counter. “Coming!” she shouts, tossing the one she was holding on top and sweeping the lot into a random drawer.

When she opens the door, Beca is on her doorstep with a bottle of wine in each hand. “I didn’t know if you preferred red or white,” she shrugged. “So I brought both.” Chloe steps to the side, blushing a little in embarrassment because Beca’s going to find out really soon that she can’t really cook.

Beca walks past her into the house and slips off her shoes. Finally she actually looks at Chloe. Concern hits her eyes immediately. “Hey, is something wrong? Oh my God, I’m sorry, I totally just invited myself over without even asking and, ugh, I’m sorry I’m such a dick,” she chastises herself, putting the bottles down on the table Chloe’s placed in the hall and leaning down to put her shoes back on.

Chloe’s too enamoured at how cute and awkward Beca’s being; it takes three seconds too long for her to put a hand on Beca’s arm. “No!” Chloe denies strongly. “Don’t go,” she continues and Beca at least pauses. “You don’t have to leave,” Chloe adds.

“Dude, no, I should, I was like super rude-”

“Stay please! I’m just embarrassed,” Chloe admits, shifting her weight on her feet.

Beca looks up, at the moment seemingly convinced not to leave. “Why?”

Chloe’s cheeks turn red. “I, uh, wasn’t technically cooking…”

Beca nods. “I was gonna say, for someone in the middle of dinner prep it does not at all smell of food in here.”

Chloe covers her face with her hands as Beca chuckles softly. “I know! I was going through takeout menus.”

Beca brushes Chloe’s hands off of her face. “So why not just say that?”

Vaguely, Chloe gestures at Beca’s whole body. Beca just stares back, confused.

“What, is there something on my shirt?” Beca asks, as she looks down at herself and starts twisting around to try and find a stain.

Chloe fights the urge to roll her eyes. “No, you look great, of course you do, it’s just that you’re, like, a super talented baker and I can barely make mac and cheese from a box,” Chloe says, eyes downcast.

Beca nudges her. “Relax, Chlo, the great thing about modernity is that cooking is not a required skill.” A little unsure, Beca pats Chloe on the arm. “Honestly? Without a recipe, I am at a loss with cooking. Baking and cooking are not the same thing, like at all.” She nods at the menu in Chloe’s hands. “I should show you my own collection.”

Smiling shyly, Chloe grabs a couple more menus from beside the fridge and offers them to Beca. “What are you in the mood for tonight?”

Sorting through them, Beca adopts a comically unsure expression, breaking a little into a smile when Chloe giggles. After another shuffle through, Beca raises an eyebrow and declares, “Do you trust me?”

Chloe laughs. “I trusted you even before I knew you,” she says, referring to the banana bread that still sometimes stars in her daydreams.

“Okay,” Beca says easily. “No food allergies?”

Chloe shakes her head.

“No peeking, Beale,” Beca instructs as she pulls out her phone and then she wanders into Chloe’s living room.

Beca dials up her favourite delivery restaurant in town, and waits for Linda to pick up.

“Fortune City Inn, how can I help you?”

“Hey Linda,” Beca says, looking back to check Chloe’s location. She moves farther away from her friend.

“Beca! The usual?” Linda asks, real elation entering her voice.

“Actually no, I’m going to branch out a bit. M goy ngau naam wonton mein, suk mi guy tong, yeung jow chow faan, hoyow gai lan, and jeeu pai chow mein.”

“You’re going to have leftovers!” Linda laughs. “Alright, it’ll be there in 35 minutes.”

“Oh, can you actually deliver it to the house beside mine?” Beca asks, then rattles off Chloe’s address.

“No problem,” Linda says. “Will you need the machine?”

“Yeah, please.”

“Okay, enjoy your evening!”

“You, too!” Beca hangs up and goes back into the kitchen. “Okay, food will be here in about half an hour. What should we do until then?”

Chloe grins, “Netflix?”

Beca laughs. “I still can’t believe that that was the first thing you set up for your new place, right after your Internet.”

“What can I say, TV is important to me!”

Beca smiles indulgently. “What are we watching, then?”

Chloe happily claps a little as she goes to grab her laptop from her office and sets it up on the coffee table. “I’ll set it up if you get the drinks?”

“Sure thing,” Beca agrees. She walks over to Chloe’s random utensil drawer and pulls out the wine opener. She uncorks the bottle of white and grabs two glasses from beside the sink.

When she gets back to the couch, Chloe has her portable speaker set up and the Netflix intro screen up.

“So you never answered what we’re watching…”

“You’ll find out! It’s a comedy though.”

Beca rolls her eyes. “Yup, that narrows it down for sure.”

Chloe glares playfully. “Watch it, Mitchell, I could still throw on a rom-com movie instead.”

Hastily, Beca hits the spacebar and sits back against the couch while the intro plays. Chloe smiles triumphantly and settles against Beca’s side.

“I’m assuming you haven’t seen any of this so we’re starting at the beginning. The new season comes out tomorrow.”

“Great, Chlo,” Beca says. “Still haven’t got a clue what it is.”

“Wait for it…” Chloe warns and after another few scenes,” One Day at a Time” appears on the side of the building.

“Isn’t this from the fifties or something?”

Chloe shakes her head. “It’s a remake and it’s awesome. Now shush.” And she devotes her attention to the screen in front of them in such a way that Beca has to follow suit.

Beca has to admit, it’s pretty funny. And even though knowing someone as overdramatic as Lydia in real life would suck, she might be Beca’s favourite character.

Halfway through the second episode, Chloe’s doorbell rings, and Beca immediately jumps for the door. Chloe takes the time to pause the show before following Beca out to her hallway.

Beca’s already got her card in the machine. The man at the door waves to Chloe and then he tears off Beca’s receipt.

“Do zeh,” she calls after him and then closes the door. She turns around to see Chloe behind her.

“What language is that?” Chloe asks, holding her arms out to help Beca carry the bags of food.

“Uh, Cantonese,” Beca says, and then walks right by Chloe to the kitchen.

“Where did you learn Cantonese?” Chloe asks, sounding both surprised and impressed.

“Oh, my mom and I used to go there a lot. The owner, Linda, taught us how to say some of the things we like in Canto, so now we can always impress, or maybe entertain is the better word, the ladies at different Chinese restaurants,” Beca answers as she pulls containers out of the bags and sets them on Chloe’s counter.

“Can I hear some?” Chloe asks as she pulls plates from a cupboard and digs around for napkins.

Beca laughs, “Maybe some other time, Beale, I have such a white person accent it’s not even funny.” She tosses a package of chopsticks on each plate.

“Still, it’s cool that you try,” Chloe says. She looks at Beca for a moment. Beca’s not sure what crosses Chloe’s face before she’s turning away to grab some serving utensils.

“Thanks.” Beca’s not sure why she blushes either.

“It smells delicious, but what am I eating?” Chloe asks, inspecting the various dishes. “I mean, clearly this is some sort of fried rice, this is a soup with corn? And this is wonton soup with noodles and some kind of meat, but anything more specific than that, I’m lost.”

“Oh right,” Beca says, and then steps closer to Chloe to differentiate the dishes with her pointer finger. “So I got us some house special fried rice, beef brisket and wonton noodle soup, creamy chicken and corn egg drop soup, and house special chow mein. Oh, and some oyster sauce gai lan.”

“Cool, let me grab a couple of bowls for the soup and some spoons, and then we can either migrate our Netflix set-up to the kitchen table or we can eat on the couch.”

“I don’t want to accidentally ruin your couch with sauce or soup or something, so we should probably move to the table,” Beca said, going over to move the computer onto the table.

“If you grab the shoebox from beside the couch, we can prop the laptop up for better ergonomics,” Chloe suggests as she closes a cupboard and places bowls beside the plates on the counter. She slips a spoon onto each plate too.

Beca finds the shoebox and does as she’s told and then joins Chloe back at the food. She serves them both some of each soup while Chloe fills her plate with little piles of everything else. Beca takes their bowls of soups over to the table before going back to load up her own plate.

After sitting down, Chloe breaks her chopsticks and then hits play just as Beca slides into the chair beside her. She’s brought a couple of little plastic containers with her, and opens them.

“So by all means try the soup without this stuff,” Beca says as the One Day at a Time intro plays through. “But if you want a little extra flavour, Linda sent some white pepper and soy sauce.” And then Beca proceeds to dump a small mound of white pepper into her soup, circling it with a couple rings of soy sauce.

Chloe nods and tries the soup. It’s good, but it’s also kind of basic, so she follows Beca’s lead and adds the flavouring agents, albeit in smaller doses than Beca did. Then she heaps some noodles, rice, and gai lan onto her plate.

“Want some of the wonton soup?” Beca asks as Elena and Alex bicker on screen.

“Oh, sure, thanks,” Chloe says, throwing a brief smile in Beca’s direction.

They watch two episodes, both of them managing to put away impressive mounds of food. Beca helps wrap up some leftover noodles and rice and tucks them into the back corner of Chloe’s fridge. Meanwhile, Chloe refills their wine glasses, draining the last of the bottle into Beca’s glass and opening a new one for her own.

“Back to the couch?” Chloe asks, calling through to the kitchen. Beca’s head pops out of the doorway.

“Sounds great, I’m just wrapping things up,” Beca says, making a face at her unexpected pun. Chloe laughs at her and then goes about moving their Netflix setup back to the couch.

They settle in with their wine and watch another three episodes, Chloe leaning against Beca’s side as Elena and Alex share a moment followed by a hug.

Completely ignoring the show still going on, Chloe moves her face closer to Beca’s. “Hey, are you okay?”

Beca’s eyes make a watery glance toward Chloe. “You said this was a comedy, Beale.” Her voice sounds a little choked up. The episode fades to the credits and Chloe quickly reaches over to prevent it from going to the next. When she looks back, Beca is gazing at her softly, the watery quality to her eyes seemingly dissipating. Chloe leans in closer to Beca, and she swears Beca leans in closer too.

At the last second, Beca pulls back slightly. “I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for the evening and should probably head home.

And just like that, reality comes rushing back to Chloe. She smiles, a little tightly, “Not embarrassed, Becs, but yeah, I can see you out.” She gets up off the couch and Beca follows, taking a moment to take her empty wine glass to the kitchen before meeting Chloe at the door.

“Next time, you gotta prepare me for the feels, okay?” Beca says, sliding on her shoes.

“You should probably just always be ready for the feels in that show,” Chloe advises.

They hesitate in the doorway once Beca’s shoes are on and there’s nothing left to chat about. Before Chloe can bring up the elephant in the room, Beca squeaks out, “Okay, well, see you around, Chlo,” and opens the door before disappearing to her own house.

She closes the door, locks it, and goes back to throw herself upon the couch, already replaying the evening and asking where she went wrong reading the signals.

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[incredibeale-archive]

Beca and Chloe has a small fight that explodes in something big when Chloe compares Beca with her father, a lot of angst you decide the ending

She’s not exactly sure how it started, but she certainly regrets the way it ended.

“I can’t I’m done arguing about it! I’m leaving!” Beca yells, throwing her arms up in exasperated anger before turning to leave.

But Chloe isn’t finished. Not even a little bit. “Yeah, that’s right– do what you always do. Shut down and leave. Sweep it under the rug. Maybe you’re more like your dad than you thought.” She regrets it immediately, eyes widening slightly as she watches Beca pause mid-step – watches her body go rigid and freeze for half a second.

“Beca, I–” Chloe can feel the anger draining quickly from her body, only to be replaced with shame and guilt.

“Save it!” Beca all but snarles as she whirls around to glare daggers at the redhead. And Chloe thinks Beca’s look alone is like a stab to the heart.

Beca has never looked at her like this, eyes dark and blazing and… hateful. Exasperated, sure– angry? Sometimes, but never this hardened, seething expression currently etched carefully across her countenance. But what really breaks Chloe is the hurt behind the anger. And that’s Chloe’s doing.

And just as quickly as Chloe had knocked them down, Beca’s walls are being reconstructed and fortified right before her eyes and it’s everything she can do to keep from breaking down.

Not that she has a right, to. She did this.

“Fuck you.” The words are like a punch to the face, and Chloe thinks she’s never felt anything this painful, except when she meets red-rimmed stormy hues just before Beca turns to leave again, shoulders shaking slightly and Chloe knows the tiny brunette is crying.

She’s not sure how it started, but this isn’t how it’s going to end.

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[beca-mitchell]

I can totally picture Chloe talking cute baby talk to their baby and Beca not being all awkward with that kind of stuff, so she speaks to the baby like it’s a full grown adult and the baby responds to it much to everyone’s befuddlement. 😂

It’s the first time they’re finally having people over since their baby, Claire, was born. 

Chloe’s parents and Beca’s mom were in and out of the house those first couple of months, living close enough that travel hadn’t been a complete bitch for them. But other than that, Beca and Chloe have been enjoying their domestic bliss with the newest addition to their family. 

And just like that, six months fly by and they’re finally hosting a dinner party for their friends and family who are in town. Beca can hardly believe that six months have passed—she’s already nervous about the 1-year mark because she can’t believe her baby is all grown up.

(”She’s still a baby, Bec,” Chloe tells her, laughing softly when Beca begins tearing up while changing Claire’s diapers. “You’ve got time. We both do.”)

Beca finds it difficult to keep her eyes off her wife and her baby (her baby!), so understandably she’s a little distracted even though they have guests all around them. 

“You’re so cute,” Chloe says to Claire in an soft, high-pitched voice. Claire giggles a little but continues playing with the food she has in her high chair.

“She’s adorable,” Aubrey agrees, drawing Chloe’s attention back to her friend. Beca continues helping Claire poke and prod at her food. “I can’t believe you two haven’t corrupted her yet,” she jokes. 

Chloe must respond or say something else because everyone laughs around them. Beca is lulled into a false sense of comfort and she isn’t totally aware she does this, but it’s just so easy to lose herself in a conversation with her daughter.

“You’re a little picky, huh?” Beca asks quietly and conversationally. “I totally get it. You know, when I was your age, I didn’t really like most food too. But you’ll grow into it. Most people do.” 

Claire stares at Beca with rapt attention, as if she is taking in every one of Beca’s quietly-murmured words. As she should, Beca thinks. She knows she has the occasional pearl of wisdom. “You should eat though,” Beca continues, staring into her daughter’s blue eyes. “Because playing with food is bad. And maybe a little wasteful. So maybe it’s bad for the economy too. I don’t know.” 

It’s then that Chloe clears her throat and Beca glances up to note that her friends and family are staring at her with varying degrees of amusement and confusion on their faces.

It’s her own mother who speaks first. She speaks slowly, like she can’t quite believe what she’s saying. “Beca...are you talking to your baby about the economy?”

“It looks like she understands what Beca’s saying too...”

Chloe raises a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh that escapes. She forgets that most people don’t get to see the sides of Beca she gets to see regularly, this one being that Beca simply refuses to master the art of baby talk and speaks to their 6-month-old like a full-grown adult.

“She does,” Chloe offers to help her wife out. “She absolutely loves it when Beca talks to her like a 30-year-old.”

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[pinkpastels113]

Fluff 14, please 😊

@mamapitch i'm pretty sure that you requested for this as well. as for everyone else, i am SO sorry that it's taking so long! aaaaahhh.

14. “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

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One of the reasons why Beca loves the new iPhone feature of her fingerprint being the only thing to unlock her phone is the fact that her lockscreen is only a two second blip, a foregone background as she pinches her thumb over the white reader every time she needed to go to an application. It was convenient, and safe, and had been a major factor of why she had been confident enough to set the wallpaper that she had, brazen by the thought that nobody would really see it anyway, besides her, since she always kept her devices close, and that even if they did manage to sneak a peek Beca would be given plenty the opportunity to convince away their worries and/or change the screen in no time.

Of course, the one time that someone did manage to sneak a peek, Beca wasn’t there to snatch it away, and the one time that someone did manage to discover that no, their eyes really aren’t deceiving themselves, it is the one person that that lockscreen is of, the one person that Beca is supposedly most cautious about in not finding out.

Fuck, how is this her life?

Beca is still in shock, her jaw slack as she just stares at Chloe. The oil coating the spatula in her hand is slowly dripping onto the countertop, leisurely in a way that her heart is not, which is currently trying to map a way out of her chest to most sufficiency drop a clamor onto the floor. Her blood rushes to her face, roaring in her ears, and it is like Beca is seven again in elementary, getting told off by her teacher for stealing that one kid’s toy, the one that played music whenever you squeezed their tummy, because she liked it and she was caught in trying to get away with something that she wanted.

Granted, she (still) wasn’t able to get what she wanted and there isn’t really a thing that she is now caught doing, but the feeling of flustered embarrassment and momentary shame is still there, hot and instant and all consuming.

Though this time, it is more about the feeling of self hatred of leaving her phone unattended while she stood over the stove and less about becoming a thief and doing a bad thing.

Chloe repeats the question that they both already know the answer to.

“Am I your lockscreen?”

Beca heaves a breath. Lets it out. Closes her eyes and sets the spatula down next to the eggs frying in the pan. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

Beca can feel Chloe shifting closer, stopping just inches away. She is afraid to open her eyes to see the expression on her face, but was given no choice when Chloe reaches past her to turn off the stove and lay a hand on her arm.

“Beca.”

Beca’s face is on fire the second that she allows herself to feel it, past the initial panic that her lockscreen is seen, her vulnerability exposed. What is Chloe going to think of her now? Nobody wants to be friends with a creep.

(Bursting into a stranger’s shower is one thing, taking a screenshot of your best friend’s instagram story and setting it as your passcode background without said best friend’s knowledge is another. For one thing, you really couldn’t just put on your clothes and walk away whilst muttering that you had a lapse of judgment, or that there was no need to call the campus police because you hadn’t really “paid attention” to anything and that you aren't gonna see them again anyway.)

(For the record Chloe had seen her again and Beca is pretty sure Chloe had her memorized, but that is besides the point.)

The hand on Beca’s arm moves away, but the presence is still there even as Chloe looks at her with her eyebrows furrowed in concern. Beca’s heart has now tunneled into her throat, making it even harder to breathe as Beca tries not to stare too hard at the sparkling blue of Chloe’s gaze. She knows that she is in for it, that this is the make or break of the future of their friendship, and Beca really isn’t as observant or as empathetic as the next person over on the reading of one’s facial expression, but she could tell that Chloe is aware of this too.

The next words that come out of Beca’s mouth could very possibly be the most important words that she could ever say in her life.

Beca licks her lips. Chloe’s eyes shift like it usually does and Beca tells herself to not contemplate on it.

“Yeah. Yeah, Chlo, you are.” Beca’s fingers grip onto the oven handle pressing into her back as if for balance. She couldn’t believe that she is actually the person confessing all that she is right in that moment. She never thought that she would get there. “I know that it is really weird and borderline creepy and that I should have probably asked you first, but like, I dunno. You just looked so pretty standing there in that dress and I wanted to save the photo somehow, since instagram deletes your story after like twenty four hours, and I just really liked you and wanted to see it again basically every time I look at my phone or check the time, and-”

Chloe kisses her. And Beca still hasn't gotten the chance to take a breather after that too much too fast rant and she still believes that what they are suddenly doing- kissing as a cutoff to talking- is the most clichest of moves in all of romance history, but she kisses her back. Beca’s hand slides into Chloe’s hair and stays there, keeping her close, and Chloe’s body is warm as it leaves an impression onto the front of her own. Chloe’s lips are as soft as she imagined and her enthusiasm is as heady as she hoped for, her leg moving against Beca’s thigh while her arm wraps around her waist. It ends as quickly and surprisingly as it had started, and Beca is left blinking with a tingling sensation on her lips as Chloe smiles, gently, down at her.

“You’re an idiot,” she says, affectionately, and Beca has never been so happy to be labeled as such. She giggles as Beca awkwardly rubs at the heat at the back of her neck, and it isn’t until Beca looks up from the kitchen tiles once again that Beca notices her phone raised in the air.

“Um, what did you do? Did you just snap a picture of that?”

Chloe’s laughter is answer enough, but the device is still pushed into her chest for confirmation. Just as Beca had suspected, there it is, the snapshot of the two of them kissing in the middle of their kitchen, the light filtering in from the lone window bouncing off Chloe’s curls and catching on Beca’s necklace, and Beca doesn’t even need to make sure to know that Chloe is appreciating it as well. Beca’s gasp is one of wonder now, repeated when Chloe kisses her again, stuttered as she mumbles against her mouth,

“Now you can have a new lockscreen, and one that I hope is gonna be identical to mine. Send it to me, Bec, and I will change it as well.”

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fin.

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[chloebeale]

Super fluffy Prompt:

Beca gets caught by Chloe dancing at the Bella house with headphones in when she thinks she alone. But dancing like Elliot Page from Umbrella Academy in this scene: https://youtu.be/TVxBmXz5QGs

After years of pining, Chloe takes this dorky adorable moment she catches Beca in to finally tell her how she feels and kiss her.

i think we’re alone now

rating: T

word count: 1.3k

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As much as Chloe absolutely adores Barden University—and even more so the comfortable home she shares with her fellow Bellas—she will normally take any chance she gets to go back to Portland. She loves her Barden family beyond measure, of course she does, but spending time with her actual family is incredibly important to her, too.

So, the very last minute decision Chloe had made to stay in Georgia over break feels entirely uncharacteristic to her and, frankly, maybe even a little bit weird, but financially it had just made the most sense—her parents are funding her extra school years already, accepting money for constant travel always feels like too much; she wants to give them a break.

Besides, it is not like she is going to be spending the entire two weeks here alone; Beca rarely leaves for breaks. She will simply show her face at her father’s place every now and then, and that will be enough.

Not that that had any impact on Chloe’s decision to stay whatsoever, of course…

Fortunately, despite the fact that she cannot actually be there with her parents in person, she has the magic of FaceTime to see her through, and Chloe has shut herself away for the afternoon to spend virtual time with her family, while Beca does whatever it is she may be doing in her attic bedroom.

That had been the plan anyway. Barely five minutes into the video call, however, and the connection had begun to lag before finally cutting out altogether, and Chloe is left to stare, hands cradling her chin, at the blank screen of her laptop with an entirely perplexed look pulling onto her pale features.

“Again?” Chloe murmurs under her breath, a quick glance to her phone screen telling her that the WiFi icon is not displayed there anymore, either.

Technology is not really Chloe’s area of expertise, but fortunately for her, there is someone else in the house who has a way better grasp on that particular area, so following another failed attempt at reconnecting, Chloe pushes herself back from her small desk with a soft huff, then floats lazily from the room in pursuit of a little help.

The Bellas’ house is not exactly huge, but rather than simply call out to Beca, Chloe swiftly makes her way toward the attic, focus preoccupied for now with her failed attempt to fix the WiFi setting on her phone.

“Bec, is the internet working for you?” Chloe mumbles distractedly, only glancing upward from her screen when she doesn’t receive an immediate response. She trails off slowly at the scene before her, however.

Her brows lift as she takes in the from-the-back view of a very much in the zone Beca Mitchell, wireless Beats headphones positioned over her ears, and body moving in a way that Chloe thinks might be...dancing? It is a very loose depiction of the term dance, of course; Beca’s limbs move somewhat sluggishly, and Chloe thinks that she should probably back away, leave Beca to have her moment alone, but it is impossible for Chloe to tear her widened stare from Beca’s movements, especially as the energy of whatever song she may be listening to seems to pick up, with her loosely moving body effectively doing the same.

And no, Beca really is not the reason Chloe had stayed here during break—not the whole reason, anyway—but God, she is so glad she did… Because this is the person Chloe has been quietly pining over for years now, the person who causes Chloe’s heart rate to quicken and a host of lively butterflies to begin flapping in her stomach as she watches her simply being her normal, dorky, adorable self. She cannot help the way she stares now, the way she drinks in this very moment and allows it to consume her in a way that the music seems to be consuming Beca, too.

She means to leave before Beca sees her, to keep this particular instance to herself in the interest of not completely embarrassing Beca, but she turns before Chloe gets the chance to even attempt to move, and while Beca pauses instantly, pale cheeks flushing a deep crimson shade as her widened eyes lock with Chloe’s, all Chloe can do is suck in her bottom lip in a meager attempt to bite back her adoring grin.

“Chlo, uh,” Beca tries, hands grasping at the cups of her headphones to quickly tug them away from her ears and to instead settle the band loosely around her neck. “I was just, uh—”

“You’re so adorable, Bec,” Chloe says in a much softer, much more affectionate tone than she really means to.

“What? No, I…” Beca’s voice is a little panicked at first, though she cuts herself off with a petulant whine, hands lifting to quickly cover her face. Her words come out muffled by the barrier. “Dude, can we just pretend you didn’t see that?”

It is really not unusual for Chloe to dish out physical affection, so although Beca stiffens slightly as long fingers wrap loosely around her wrists to gently pull her hands away from her face, she doesn’t actually stop her. She just stares at her with flushed cheeks and pleading eyes, before repeating, “Can we just—”

She doesn’t get the chance to finish, though. It is without proper thought nor even much warning, save for a drop of her eyes toward Beca’s mouth, that Chloe leans forward to brush a small, slow peck to Beca’s lips.

While Beca freezes at first, it is only for the briefest second, before Chloe feels the way soft lips push back against her own in a way that causes her entire body to melt. It is like years of tension, of fruitless pining and unspoken desires pour out into that one small touch, and Chloe pulls back to take in Beca’s surprised expression with her teeth resting delicately over her bottom lip.

“Um…” Beca begins quietly, arms relaxing in Chloe’s gentle grasp. “Wow, okay,” she chuckles somewhat bashfully, wide gaze darting away from Chloe’s, though it seems she struggles to keep it from drifting right back. “What was that?”

Chloe responds with an uncharacteristically bashful look, though the corners of her lips are curved into a soft smile all the same. “I’m sorry, I probably should’ve given you a little more warning,” she admits, nose scrunching apologetically. “You’re just...really cute, Bec. And I’ve kind of been wanting to do that for a really long time, so when I came in here and saw you doing whatever you were just doing, I just couldn’t resist.”

Although Beca still looks mildly surprised, Chloe is almost positive she sees the threat of a smile dancing on her lips now, too.

“Is...that okay?” Chloe questions almost cautiously, softened eyes studying Beca’s face in an effort to find any clues of her wanting to run.

In response, Beca seems a little shaky, but she proceeds to shortly nod her head, and Chloe’s heartbeat picks up in that distinct way only Beca Mitchell can ever truly cause. “Yeah, it’s okay,” Beca promises, tongue flickering out to lick over her dry lips. Her darkened cheeks redden further. “Uh, I might’ve been waiting for you to do that for a while, too.”

“Really?” Chloe’s brows raise at that, though it is definitely in pleasant surprise.

“Mhm,” Beca nods, lips pulling inward as her gaze drops briefly to Chloe’s mouth. She pauses then, stare narrowing in as it lifts upward once more. “Wait, what do you mean whatever I was doing? I was dancing.”

Chloe cannot help her amused chuckle in response. “Mm, yeah, I saw that…” she nods, fingers finally unwrapping from around Beca’s wrists to exaggeratedly flail her arms in a contrived mimic of Beca’s movements.

“Dude, shut up,” Beca whines, though there is amusement lacing her tone despite the fact that her head tips back in embarrassment.

Honestly, if the dancing is the only thing Beca has to complain about in regards to these last few moments, Chloe will absolutely consider that a success.

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