Pitch Perfect [Avengers AU; Alternate Timeline], Beca/Chloe; M
Beca Stark and Chloe Barton spent a few days together in a cave and then a whole lot of years together in bed after that.
So I saw a few movies this year and I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head.
This is a sequel to You Can’t Become Unreal Again inspired by the Marvel movies of 2019, with all that that implies. It’s very dark, but not intended to be unrelentingly so.
I missed these kids a lot.
Happy Bechloe Week 2019. I hope this qualifies as coworkers!
✿ and ■ for beca/chloe, in the marvel pitch perfect universe (sorry, i forgot the name of the series but I do want to see your headcanons)
Okay, for either sex headcanons or living together, some considerable amount of time has to be assumed to have passed during which Beca gets at least a percentage of her shit together.
Bearing that in mind:
Beca’s stayed in a wide range of places in her lifetime, but her favorite by far was the Barton brownstone, even if it’s not an ideal place to take off or land.
They end up buying their own further downtown from the Tower, except it’s not just a single residence. Much like TSwift, they end up with their own building sized living space. An Avengers Apartment Complex.
Tony tells literally anyone who will stop to listen for even a split second that it’s a lot less cool than his Tower.
All of the technology is state of the art but it’s only sometimes functioning because Beca will get distracted midway through dismantling some of the light rigging and leave it in a mess on the ground.
Chloe does not clean up after her. Instead she compiles a list of all the crap she finds lying around in a given day and presents it to Beca that night before bed.
Beca definitely gets it put away before hurrying back to bed.
By “put away” I definitely mean Chloe finds wires in a random kitchen cabinet a few days later.
Chloe does a much better job of cleaning up after herself, but the one time she leaves a disassembled gun out on a counter halfway through cleaning it because she has to take an important call, Beca tries to find excuses to casually mention it for about a month.
A month is the cut off point solely because it’s around the time that Chloe appears to start to find it genuinely annoying.
Beca has her own lab, of course, and there’s an archery range for Jesse, but what Chloe decides she wants most for herself is a small library. Sure a lot of it’s geared toward combat and weapon maintenance, but there are comfortable chairs for reading and the collection itself is respectable enough.
Beca is thrilled to come up with an electronic catalogue for keeping track of all the books.
It’s totally unnecessary, of course, because Chloe knows exactly what she has and where she’s placed them, but she doesn’t bother to correct Beca on that because of how obviously thrilled she is with her design.
Aubrey begrudgingly offers Beca compliments for her catalogue.
Beca tries to find a way to implement her modernized system in more public libraries, particularly in communities with fewer financial assets.
Once they realize those places are desperately in need of book donations too, Chloe culls her collection for a few of the ones that aren’t too inappropriate for general consumption.
There are not as many as she’d hoped.
Beca turns out the lights when they make love for the first several months.
She 1000% calls it “making love,” even if she averts her eyes when she says it and tries to add a sardonic smirk, as if that makes it some kind of ironic punchline.
Chloe doesn’t ask why and never asks for that to change.
One night, without preamble, Chloe turns the lights off as usual and Beca asks her to turn them on again.
Chloe does.
Their sex is pretty … let’s go with vocal. Chloe is someone who can keep quiet through most things – including torture – but she knows Beca appreciates feedback, although a lot of it’s fairly simple because Beca has a lot of the talking covered.
Beca talks so much in bed. She does her best at dirty talk, but she gets so flustered and tongue tied once they get going that it’s not nearly as scandalous as she thinks.
In her head, she is smooth as shit.
And Chloe still thinks she’s the hottest, so whatever.
A soft and slightly stunned “god, you’re so pretty” is likely to escape Beca’s mouth at least once after Chloe straddles her hips.
They both respond to praise really well. Chloe just appreciates that exposed sincerity isn’t something that comes easily for Beca, and the context gives it so much added weight.
For Beca, the need for praise is like a thirst she might die from.
If they’re winding down and Chloe strokes Beca’s hair a little and tells her how good she did, she’s probably good to go for another hour. Or jump into a suit and go fucking blow up some terrorists. She’s good.
Sparring gets them both hot, though they don’t really talk about it, since that seems… inappropriate?
They definitely stop working out with other partners nearly as often once the context starts to feel so sexually charged.
On days when Natasha randomly shows up to train with Beca, things feel very Awkward.
They install a rather spacious shower pretty close to the training area. You know, for days when they’re both breathing heavy and covered in sweat and need to be in a shower right away. Together.
Shower sex isn’t as fun as it sounds? It’s a disappointing discovery.
Beca dedicates most of her considerable brain power to trying to find a way to make being wet and naked but also on tiles as fun as it sounds. This involves a lot of days of her covered in grease, messing with the pipes and testing out jets of water at various intensities.
Chloe pretty obviously considers it hot.
They end up having sex on the shower floor when the water isn’t on too, and Beca decides she needs to do something about the comfort of the tiles as well.
Other residents at the Avengers Apartment Complex ask Beca to please improve the security on all the doors so that it’s harder to walk in on Some People having sex.
That improvement is possibly the fastest thing she’s ever created.
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For the record, I read the Some Assembly Required-verse at least every 6 months, in hopes if I keep rereading it, more will appear lol And also I have been talking about your Pacific Rim AU for like 2 weeks because my roomie and I have been discussing how PacRim AUs are kind of the ultimate soulmate AUs.
At some point, that will be true. You Can’t Become Unreal Again is going to be finished.
Like I know people always say this shit and people expect really old WIPs to not get finished, but there is literally no fucking way I don’t finish that fic. It still means a lot to me, which left me all petrified to actually put work into it and maybe let myself and others down with it not living up to whatever bizarre expectations I decided to set for myself and I really don’t know that it can ever live up to the sheer amount of time that has gone past and how many times some people say they’ve reread the early chapters. But that fic is getting finished, dammit, even if it disappoints everyone. (ahem.)
And a part of me still wants to write an Aubrey Rogers pov thing. I’d originally put it off because I was stupid enough to think the second movie might actually give any further insight into Aubrey’s background. lol self.
I think you and @thecousinsdangereux (and me) were the only people who really cared about the Pacific Rim AU, but maaaaaan did I. Too bad I made it a big bummer instead of lots of mind sex stuff. I probably should’ve just stuck with that as it’s a lot easier to write. In theory. I almost never write sex in fic, so who knows.
Okay but if I think You Can’t Become Unreal Again is going to probably end up being nine chapters instead of eight, are people going to be really, really annoyed about that?
And does it make a difference that the reason I feel that way is because I’m pretty sure I just reached the end of chapter eight, y/no?
Chloe drives, of course. It's not just because of Beca's wrist, either.
It's always made the most sense for her to be behind the wheel, while Beca sulks along in tow. Maybe advises from the passenger seat occasionally.
That much she can do.
*
"Are you seriously taking the West Side Highway this time of day?"
When Chloe grins like she is right now, sunglasses glinting (casting Beca's reflection back in her face when Chloe turns), she looks like something out of a movie.
She is the stuff daydreams are made of.
Even her voice is something lyrical, like the pop music coming through the speakers. "You really going to pretend you know more about driving in the city than I do?"
They're in Tony's car.
It's the most noticeable and flashy one he owns. It basically screams I have money, so pull me over, officer, before someone steals whatever's in the backseat, except it turns out what's in the backseat is a metal suit that only responds to certain Stark family members and their basic biology.
(The one in the trunk actually works with mom, too.)
"I know a lot about the city."
"From above, maybe."
The music's base vibrates against the back of Beca's thighs, tingling the tips of her fingers when she sits on her hands to keep from fidgeting further.
Chloe's got a point. Or at least she would have.
Before.
*
Maybe now Beca doesn't really know much about her city.
It's okay.
It always kind of treated her like a shitty stranger anyway.
Like that roommate you thought you liked before you hang out again and you remember every time she left her smelly socks in the kitchen for no good reason.
*
(But instead of socks it was the pile of trash they pulled up to curbside on their way crosstown a half hour ago.
Which is worse. A lot worse.)
*
They stop at a gas station, and Beca is immediately on the alert.
She tenses and pulls a baseball cap down low, copying from Jesse's playbook of half-assed incognito. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea, Chlo."
She's still advising, see. Just like that.
"We need gas."
"There's enough in the tank for the airport. Are you kidding?"
"And Pringles," Chloe says, tucking her keys in her pocket. "Can you go grab me some Pringles?"
Beca stares at her.
Chloe smiles. "Unless you'd rather pump the gas."
"… you want regular or sour cream?"
*
She should have picked pumping gas.
The thing Beca forgot about the gas station is that there would be people inside. The kind that stare too long at her dad's car (her dad's wealth), and then look her over like she's got something on her they might want.
Maybe it's money. Could be sex. Everybody wants something.
Beca used to wear her resentment on her sleeve, prickling outward like the sharp edges of her teeth -- the crooked angles of her elbows when she shoves her hands deep into her pockets and sulks -- but lately she feels an almost impossible compulsion to be liked.
Like the animal inside her thinks she's still stuck inside a cave, desperate to win the approval of every predator around her.
(Maybe then they'd let her out.)
Not that this kid behind the counter is much of a predatory type. He's awkward and anxious in a way that's painfully familiar. Too much acne, and a desire to seem convincingly disaffected. "You need help with something?"
He wants to sound bored, but he did just offer a stranger help at a gas station.
That's about as over-invested as you can get.
"Um, yeah." Beca turns away from the riffled through rack of road maps, worn and faded at their edges. "Pringles?"
"… seriously?"
"Not my idea, man."
The kid shrugs and points, but then starts to move around the counter.
But Beca hastens to move where he was pointing, holding up a hand to stop him mid-stride. "You know what, I think I got it under control. Thanks."
*
She doesn't actually remember which flavor Chloe said she wanted.
So she grabs all three.
*
"Sure took your time." Chloe is back to wearing the sunglasses and a smug grin. "If you want to keep flirting with the infant behind the counter, be my guest."
"Jealous?"
But Chloe just laughs and ducks inside the car. "He's really not my type."
