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permeate my ego and my pride (i wanna love me the way that you love me) (1/1)
Summary: This is the kind of lifetime achievement that most people could only dream of getting, and tonight, Beca Mitchell gets everything: Chloe Beale, practically on her knees for her—flushed and willing to do whatever she wants.
Oh, and her lifetime achievement Grammy Award, of course.
Rated M/E for the most minimal plot and the most...sexy words.
word count: 9,122
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Dear Beca Mitchell,
It is the Recording Academy’s honor to invite you to this year’s Grammy Award ceremony to receive a Lifetime Achievement Award.
This is one of the Academy’s Special Merit awards, presented by vote of the Recording Academy's National Trustees to performers who, during their lifetimes, have made creative contributions of outstanding artistic significance to the field of recording. In particular, the Academy’s trustees would like to recognize your contributions to production, recording, and vocal artistry over the past decade. Your dedication to music has elevated the craft and for that, the Academy is incredibly and eternally grateful.
Enclosed, you will find further details about your attendance, your allotted plus-ones, and your transportation instructions.
I did this challenge by @ekingston. what a fun idea! And super thanks to @velvetinkkwrites for encouragement and being a co-conspirator.
My "prompt" was: fluff / locked in an escape room / unresolved sexual tension / a hangnail and amazingly, the Bechloe just flowed. I love these dummies.
Summary: Beca and Chloe are stuck in an escape room. Good thing Beca is an extremely calm person.
Word count: 1,000
Read on AO3 or below.
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It’s Amy’s idea.
It’s always Amy’s idea.
And yet–
“I knew this room wasn’t meant to be completed with just two people.”
Somehow, Amy is not here.
Chloe sighs in response to Beca’s short tone. “Bec, it’s fine. We can just wait it out.”
A familiar flare of a decade-old competitive streak flares up in Beca at the mere thought—something she had thought long dissipated once they left university. Yet being trapped in a small enclosed space with Chloe Beale has once again made Beca’s fight-or-flight instincts rise to the surface.
“Why would they even allow us to do this room knowing that we’re two people and not three? They saw us walk in. They heard us say that Amy would be late.” She glares at the puzzle before them that clearly requires at least three pairs of hands and not just the two they have presently available. “Now we’re trapped,” Beca enunciates in an extremely chill, not dramatic way.
Chloe’s voice. “Come on, Bec. We can at least try.”
Chloe’s soothing encouragement and endless positivity combine to make Beca feel like somehow, they’re back in college and maybe back in the stifling heat of Aubrey’s corporate torture retreat.
Shockingly, not Amy’s idea.
Chloe’s idea, actually.
God, that had been a time.
Beca glances at Chloe who is running her hands over the surface of the platform in front of them, clear ridges and grooves meant to be manipulated by multiple sets of hands. It’s a spy-themed room, meant to be dark and mysterious. The dim lights aren’t particularly calming to Beca right this second, especially because the lack of light somehow serves to make Chloe prettier, which is, like, extremely unfair to Beca.
It’s kind of the whole reason why Beca’s kind of being short with Chloe, when it’s really the last thing she wants to do, but distance has always served her well. The issue is that distance in a shoebox studio apartment in Brooklyn is a bit hard to achieve especially if she is sharing an uncomfortable pull-out bed with the person she kind of wants some distance from.
It’s just that…this little being friends with her ex thing is not working out. Jesse is clearly still bitter and Beca is exasperated, which has never been a good combination. It’s even clearer that they don’t work as a couple more than ever before, now that Jesse isn’t attempting to be remotely chivalrous or protective of Beca’s feelings.
Or his own insecurities, evidently.
So it's his accusations that are why Beca is now doing her best to not stare right at Chloe’s lips. Because of Jesse’s bright idea that Beca had long-harbored feelings for Chloe and that was why their relationship didn’t work out.
She has tried to convince herself that it’s just Jesse’s latest wayward accusation in a string of accusations and that his dickish behavior isn’t something she needs to pay close attention to, but this one sticks. It lingers and gnaws at Beca uncomfortably.
So much so that she has been dreaming of Chloe and her smile and her stupidly blue eyes.
The worst part is, she doesn’t hate it.
So, suffice it to say, Beca’s running on nerves and anxiety and of course, Amy’s bright ideas aren’t particularly thrilling to her right now. She’s stuck alone in a locked room with Chloe Beale, who looks unfairly gorgeous with her lower lip between her teeth as she puzzles out the clues around the room. And she keeps touching Beca too, with her pretty hands and smiling at her with her perfect teeth.
“...Bec?”
Beca blinks.
“Sorry, what?”
“You were frowning.” Chloe’s tone is concerned, but she nudges a foot forward playfully. “Not new, of course. Just frowning harder than usual. Is everything okay? Did you figure something out?”
That I want you.
“No,” Beca answers, groaning internally when Chloe’s face falls at her short tone. “No, sorry—hey. I just…it was a long week at work and-and–” she falters, trying to find any excuse because now Chloe is all perked up and gazing at Beca with such sad, concerned puppy-dog-eyes that she has to say something. Anything, really. “--this stupid hangnail made it really hard to mix because it—”
Chloe gasps, grabbing at Beca’s hand, suddenly. “I told you to moisturize,” she chides.
“Chlo–” Beca tries to take her hand back, but Chloe holds fast, fingers delicately running all over Beca’s hands like she’s solving a puzzle. Beca had not thought this through.
She hadn’t considered the possibility that Chloe’s hands, which were doing sinful things to her in her dream just the night prior, would actually touch her like this.
It’s not even an intimate touch, not really. But Chloe has a way of making everything she does feel like she’s doing it as her last act on Earth. So now, with Beca’s hands in her own, she is being exceptionally gentle and thorough as she tries to find the wayward hangnail that had apparently bothered Beca so much that she was acting out in a random escape room in a random building in the middle of Manhattan.
Because Chloe Beale is the only person to fix all of Beca’s problems.
(The entire issue is that…well, that’s probably true. Beca doesn’t want to deal with that right this second. She doesn’t want to deal with the knowledge that everything she wants is right in front of her.)
Chloe lifts her gaze, eyes alight with something that Beca can’t quite place.
(And this part—the part that tells her in a small, defiant voice, that maybe what she wants…wants her back.)
Fuck it.
A distant buzzer-like alarm crashes through the room, jolting them apart. Beca thinks that if she really is asleep now, this is maybe just all one horrible nightmare because surely—surely—if this were a dream she’d be able to kiss Chloe.
If this were a dream, she’d grab Chloe’s head and kiss her.
And based on the look in Chloe’s eyes, she’d kiss her right back.
I've been really lucky that Kendrick is a good friend of mine and I was in the edit when she was prepping her movie, and we really kind of went back and forth on things that we were doing or if she needed, you know, she doesn't need any of my advice, so it's not necessarily about that, but it was quite of sort of like picking each other's brains on a couple things, which was cool. - Brittany Snow
I spoke to Brittany Snow on the phone, and she, in a very role-reversal way of our relationship, gave me the most casual pep talk, which was literally in a very flat voice: "You'll get on set, and you'll know what to do." And it was just like, "Yeah, okay." That's usually how I find myself talking to her, and I think I was expecting this flowery, long pep talk, and she so cut to the chase that I was like, "Okay, damn girl. I'll just figure it out, I guess." - Anna Kendrick
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Stars burn bright. For a time. Beca makes a deal when she’s 19 that changes the course of her life.
Hiya! New Bechloe fic. Inspired by Mike Flanagan's take on The Fall of the House of Usher - specifically the personification of Death.
This one kind of got away from me and ended up coming in at a whopping 24,494 words. I hope you enjoy. I meant to make some edits to reference some of the events in the fic, but I'm a little pressed for time with the holidays coming up.
Thank you @bobby-lynnes-bra & @becaeffinmitchell for the support.
the system's breaking down (i think there’s been a glitch) (1/1)
Summary: PP2, but an AU where Beca already knows Chloe has experimented plenty and Chloe is shocked by this revelation. Basically a rewrite of the retreat scene.
from @bobby-lynnes-bra: i always thought it would be funny if beca responded to the experimentation comment with “chloe what are you talking about, you’ve slept with multiple women in college already”
Word Count: 2578
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It’s not Chloe’s brightest idea but it’s…convenient that she and Beca are quite literally being forced to speak to each other in this cramped, confined space. And besides, Chloe is surrounded by the people she loves most (and the woman she’s most in love with) in the world. What could go wrong?
After Beca’s hasty refusal of Chloe’s generous backrub, Chloe changes tactics. She can hear Aubrey’s voice in her head already, calling her desperate, but she kind of is. She feels, simultaneously, that Beca is drifting away in more ways than one and with the end of the semester looming in a mildly horrific proximity, Chloe has run out of options.
She will make sure Beca knows, at least at a very base level, that Chloe wants to kiss her so very badly. She hasn’t thought of much else past this.
“You know Beca, we’re very close, but I think that this retreat is really gonna let us discover everything about each other.”
“Is that right?”
“You know…one of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t do enough experimenting in college.”
Beca’s nose crinkles. “You’re so weird. What are you talking about? What about all those girls you slept with in my sophomore year? And that one hookup that kept coming back last year.”
The air whooshes out of Chloe’s lungs at that revelation. “Wait, you know about all that?”
Chloe fails Russian Lit again. Beca and Chloe fight, but they quickly find an outlet for their frustration.
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or, an homage to power bottom!Beca and top!Chloe.
