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.
If anyone else is interesting submitting an ask with a prompt, here are my guidelines. No promises, but so far, so good.
I hope you enjoy it, anon!
PHOTO, a Bechloe fic.
Beca can't explain why she suddenly feels the intense and unignorable urge to take Chloe's photo. It's there, though; there's a fresh and relentless awareness of a buzzing beneath her skin, of an itch in her fingertips. It's the kind of thing she used to have haunt her back before she thought she could touch Chloe—of her own volition, not just whenever Chloe instigated. Lord knows Chloe instigated a lot of physical affection.
It was too new, at first, the softness of Chloe's skin when they held hands—when Chloe pulled her across campus or otherwise after the Bellas—and the solidity of Chloe's arms around her when she forced Beca into a hug. It was too alien, too much of a shock to Beca's system to really process fully. Not until Chloe'd been doing it for weeks.
And Beca, well, she didn't like to upset the apple cart. At least, not unnecessarily. She'd go with the flow until she couldn't anymore and touching Chloe followed much the same structure. It took a couple of months before Beca stopped tensing up and going rigid in her arms. A few months after that, Beca could even sink into it a little—Chloe'd more than earned her trust by then.
Only after about a year did Beca ever try to instigate something and even then it was just a pat on Chloe's shoulder. Consolatory that first time, because she'd misplaced her yellow cup. Beca was just trying it out. But it was like that one action on her part opened up the floodgates. She felt this burning need to touch Chloe after that. Needed to be the one to reach out, to wrap Chloe up in her arms.
She fought it. Of course, she did. But she wasn't invincible, wasn't impervious. After a month and a half of clenching her fists to make them obey, of letting there be just a little more distance between them to try and keep temptation at bay, Beca didn't have the stamina to fight it anymore. She found Chloe lying on her bed, reading a Dostoevsky novel in the original Russian, and she answered the siren call. She crawled onto the bed beside her, half-lying atop her with her head comfortably on Chloe's shoulder.
"Was that so bad, Becs?" Chloe asked and then turned a page.
Beca poked her in the side, but she could feel the rumbles of the laughter in Chloe's chest.
"You're welcome anytime," Chloe said. Her voice was soft and lovely and Beca was only so strong.
She took those words and ran with them. The tingles in her fingers ebbed away with every indulgence Beca made in getting closer to Chloe. Eventually, she felt normal again. A little grumpy, but mostly fine—her usual.
But now—now the feeling's back and she doesn't understand why.
Beca's not a sentimental type of person. She doesn't have stuffed animals from her childhood, doesn't have a lot of photos of the people in her life. At most, she's got her little collection of concert ticket stubs, but that's for professional development.
Yet somehow, Beca needs a photo of Chloe like she needs to mix music. It's haunting her thoughts, looming in the back of her head no matter what she's doing or how much she tries to focus on something else. Since the feeling started, she's had no desire to repeat the discomfort of the first time around this rodeo.
She's tried to make the feeling go away. She's snapped countless candids on her phone: Chloe with a red cup in her hand at a party, Chloe offering guidance about choreography to Cynthia Rose, Chloe smiling, Chloe singing, Chloe reading in different corners of the Bellas' house.
The itch persists.
She doesn't understand. The photos are pretty good. They feel like they capture who Chloe is, how Beca sees her. But somehow, they're still not good enough. She's not sure what else she should try. Asking Chloe to pose for her feels a little gross, like the start of a shitty porno which is not the vibe she's going for. She's pretty sure of that.
So what's wrong with the pictures? What more could she possibly need to do?
Beca opens the door to her and Fat Amy's bedroom, grumbling, before she flops onto her bed. The tiny bit of a scream she unleashes into the pillow makes her feel a little bit better.
Almost immediately, Beca hears someone else walk into her room and then a tall, lithe body is climbing into bed beside her.
"What's going on, Becs?"
Beca mumbles incoherently into the pillow.
It makes Chloe chuckle, at least. "Come on, talk to me. Something's been bugging you for weeks."
Except what is Beca supposed to say? What version of what's going on with her could she possibly make sound normal and not creepy and woo-woo.
Beca turns her head towards Chloe a bit, just enough to get her mouth out of the pillowcase. "I'm fine."
Chloe snorts and adjusts herself on the bed, clearly getting comfortable. Her hand settles just north of Beca's hip. "Does it have something to do with your newfound hobby in amateur photography?"
Beca starts, intending to push herself up and away, except Chloe's grip doesn't let her go too far. "How do you know about that?"
It's really unfair that Chloe's laugh is so pretty. "You thought I wouldn't notice my best friend—who loathes using her phone for anything not music-related—has suddenly developed an attachment to carrying it around in her hands and aiming the lens at me?"
Damn it. She's too smart. How is she failing Russian lit, again?
Beca sighs, going limp and resettling back against Chloe's side. "Yeah, I guess," Beca admits reluctantly. She burrows a little bit, closing her eyes, trying to hide in the safety of Chloe's presence. The issue is that Chloe is too easy to talk to; she's too kind, too compassionate, too understanding.
Chloe nudges her with her shoulder. "What's the problem?"
"I don't even know," Beca whines. "I just haven't gotten it right yet, but I don't know what that even means."
"We could try different lighting?" Chloe suggests. "I can round up the girls, I'm sure they'd be down to help you."
Beca feels her face flush and curses her own body's betrayal.
There's a pregnant pause and then Chloe asks the question Beca really wishes she wouldn't. "Unless… it's not just pictures of me, is it?"
Can Beca please just die? Perish on the spot? Please?
"Becs, why're you taking so many pictures of me, specifically?"
Oh, no, Beca doesn't want to answer that one either, actually. She tries to sink deeper into her mattress, hoping it might just do her a favour and swallow her whole.
She almost chokes on her own tongue when Chloe speaks next. "Do you want me to pose or something?"
Beca rolls a couple of inches and opens her eyes to look at Chloe incredulously. To her credit, Chloe seems to be 100 percent serious. There's no teasing note in her voice, no flirty raised eyebrow.
"You… you'd do that?" Beca asks, taken aback.
Chloe shrugs. "I mean, if you get a photo of me out of this, then I want a turn to get a photo of you after, but, yeah," Chloe says. "If this'll help you, of course I will."
Beca's heart is threatening to burst, but that's how the two of them find themselves moving about Beca's room, adjusting lighting and the curtains and shuffling furniture to find the perfect picture.
It's easy to lose track, once they've been at this for a while, of how many poses Chloe's given her, how many smiles and winks, and, god, how much patience Chloe's gifted her.
That's why it's more than frustrating that with every new picture Beca checks on her phone, they haven't yet uncovered the one. She's starting to be at a loss for what to try next. It just feels hopeless and unfair because Chloe's also been trying so hard, except Beca doesn't know what she's looking for, so she can't even be helpful.
Beca barely resists the urge to launch her phone at the wall.
"Beca, it's okay if that one's not it either," Chloe reassures her softly.
"No, it's not," Beca says petulantly. She continues, frustrated first and foremost with herself, "You're so pretty and you look beautiful in all of these, but—"
"You think I'm pretty?" Chloe interjects, brow furrowing just a little, just enough to push Chloe over the pretty line and into the realm of cute.
Beca rolls her eyes. It's a safe statement. Anyone would think Chloe's gorgeous. "Chlo, of course you're pretty," she says, fondly exasperated.
A look settles into Chloe's eyes. "Okay, take my picture again," Chloe orders, adjusting herself on Beca's desk chair.
"Chloe, you really don't have to—"
"Trust me," Chloe says and her mouth falls into the softest smile Beca's ever seen.
Beca's nodding before she even realises she's agreed.
She lifts the phone back in front of her face, moving it a little to get the right angle for the awkward lighting in the attic. Then she waits. She waits for Chloe to tell her, "Okay," and then she taps the button.
Beca clicks on the preview of the photo to enlarge it and stops breathing.
This is it. This is the one. It's not that different, really, from some of the others they've taken, but it's… perfect. The light in the photo is more coming from the sun out the window than the artificial light above them and it casts Chloe in this ethereally soft glow. Chloe's turned toward the camera, her chin just slightly dipped to draw attention to the line of her jaw. She's smiling—of course she is, Chloe Beale was born to light up a room and to smile wide enough to convince everyone within a thirty-foot radius to smile along with her.
This smile, though, it's not her signature mega-Watt beam. It's subtler, gentler, and Beca feels it resonate within her like a punch in the gut. That's not what causes Beca to gasp, though. No. What causes Beca to gasp are Chloe's eyes. They are normally such a piercing combination of shades of blue, alight with optimism and occasionally mischief. In this photo, though, they're not just that.
The blues border on stormy, with tinges of greys at the edges of the irises. While the characteristic brightness of them is there, it's subdued by how much warmth seems to pour out of them, by how much love radiates into Beca's awareness just by staring at them.
By staring at her.
"Is that the one?" Chloe asks, after Beca's been speechless and gazing helplessly at the photo for almost a minute.
Beca nods silently, still unable to pull her eyes away. Yes. It's perfect. The tingling in her fingertips is blessedly absent because she has it. She finally has it. This is the picture she'll be able to look back on, once Chloe's graduated and they've all moved on with their lives, away from each other. This is how Beca will want to remember her when she has no choice left but to revisit Chloe in the past.
Beca's throat tightens, trying to stave off the impulse to cry now that she understands what this has been about. She needs to stop looking at it, needs to stop living in the past when that past is still the present.
She forces herself to look up, to break eye contact with the photograph and focus on Chloe right in front of her instead. "How did you know?"
Chloe's smile wavers, but it's still that softer version of it. "Lucky guess."
There's something odd about the way she says it, though, something that scratches at Beca's brain. "I don't believe you," Beca says, eyebrows knitting together as she tries to reevaluate the Chloe in front of her. "You know what changed; you did it on purpose."
Chloe's lips purse together briefly and then she nods. "Yeah, I had a hunch."
"So what was it?" Beca asks, trying not to sound too eager at the prospect of uncovering what she'd thought was unknowable.
Chloe's tongue pokes out first and then Beca watches closely as she nibbles on her lower lip. "Don't freak out," Chloe warns.
"I'll take three words to make me freak out immediately for $100, Alex," Beca says. She tries to make it a joke, even throwing in a half-hearted laugh, but suddenly she's wound too tight for that kind of levity to come across as genuine.
"Beca," Chloe says, almost stern.
"What was it?" Beca asks again.
The sigh Chloe lets out is subtle, but Beca hears it easily. "The issue wasn't the lighting or the angle or even the background was it?" Chloe asks, clearly rhetorically. "The issue was in the way I was looking," Chloe divulges. "Whether I was looking at… the camera," Chloe says this and her face changes minutely, eyes no longer a storm. "Or at you," Chloe finishes, and then the greys are back, sharpening the blues in her eyes and the affection seems to thicken.
"Oh," Beca comments blandly. She's not even sure what to say to that. How does that— "Why would that make a difference?"
Chloe raises one skeptical eyebrow. "Really, Beca? Are you really going to stand there and pretend like we're not different with each other than with everyone else?"
"You're my best friend," Beca answers.
Chloe's nod borders on sad. "Yeah. Which totes explains why you hated Tom and why I hated Jesse."
"You hated Jesse?" Beca blurts out. She can't help herself, she hadn't known. Why does Chloe think she'd known that?
"Yeah, I told Aub you wouldn't twig, but she insisted even you weren't that oblivious," Chloe shakes her head with a kind of glum amusement.
Beca's denial rises to her lips and falls like a thousand kilogram stone with the look Chloe levels at her. She swallows nervously and then says, "Spell it out for me, then?"
Chloe's breath is shaky with the tremor across her shoulders, but she nods. "Beca," she starts and Beca starts to sweat. It's extremely unusual for Chloe to call her by her first name instead of the nickname she's favoured for over a year. "The difference in the photo is that I wasn't hiding how I feel about you."
Beca might be stunned. Is this what shock feels like? "How you… feel about me?"
"I love you, you nerd," Chloe says then, like it's an admission. Her eyes are glossy now and Beca can't focus on anything else.
"Yeah, I know," Beca says, confused. "I love you, too." It's a recent development, saying the quiet part out loud like that, but Beca could never tire of hearing those words from Chloe's lips—not when they're meant for her.
Chloe shakes her head. "Not like that, Beca," she says quietly. "I look at you like I'm in love with you," she admits in an undertone. "And if I don't try to hide it, anyone can figure me out within minutes."
She's—Chloe's in—
"But—Tom?" Beca asks, brain short-circuiting as it tries to work in double-time to process what the actual hell is happening right now.
"What, a girl can't have a little fun without being in love with a guy?" Chloe says. "No, I mean, he's fine, but I'm not seriously into him," Chloe explains. "And I haven't seen him in like a year."
"You haven't?"
Chloe shakes her head. "No, I've been… too focused on someone else to bother with that, honestly."
Someone else—
"You mean me?" Beca asks, still trying to find her footing in this new world she's been dropped into.
Chloe smiles a little and rolls her eyes in a fondly familiar way. "Obviously."
"Oh."
Is that what this has been? Is that why Beca's needed to be as close to Chloe as humanly possible? Is that why she thinks about her in a near constant loop in her head? Is that why there are ten USBs in her desk drawer with different mixes Chloe inspired?
Is that why she needed the photo, with Chloe looking at her like that?
"I'm not expecting anything," Chloe says, after Beca's been silent for a little too long. "Nothing has to change."
"What would you want to change, though?" Beca can't help but ask. The question's out there before she can even think of keeping it locked tight inside her head.
"We don't have to talk about this," Chloe says, sidestepping the question in a way Beca would admire if it wasn't contrary to her goals at the moment.
"What if I want to?"
"Why?"
Beca chews on her lip for a second before replying. "I… think I might look at you like I'm in love with you, too," Beca admits. The statement is a little clumsy, but it feels right as soon as she says it, settling across her shoulders like a comfortable blanket.
"Really?" The astonishment in Chloe's voice is palpable.
Nodding, Beca says, "I think, maybe, that's why I needed a photo of you—this photo of you." She gestures down at her phone. "But I've never—and I don't want to steer you wrong or anything, so… what would it look like?"
Chloe considers her at length. She has on her thinking face, complete with the little crease of consternation in the middle of her forehead. "Okay," Chloe says. "Come here." She waves at her lap and Beca approaches her, automatically climbing into the desk chair to sit on Chloe's thighs.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Chloe checks.
"Yeah," Beca says.
Chloe nods slightly and then leans in against Beca's ear, her breath warm against the shell of it in a way that sends a shiver down Beca's spine. Chloe whispers examples and scenarios straight to her brain, noting things they could do and where and how and why and Beca's whole body grows warm up and over her collar. Her pulse skyrockets. Chloe's lips are so close to her, they graze her ear every so often and goosebumps rise on Beca's arms.
She squirms a little in Chloe's lap and Chloe just wraps her arms tighter around Beca's waist, securing her in place.
Eventually, Chloe finishes telling her in vivid detail some of the things they could get up to. She leans away from Beca as Beca tries to corral the thoughts racing around her head faster than lightning strikes. Her heart's beating fast and if there isn't a deep, ugly blush on her cheeks, Beca will subject herself to another horrible evening of Jesse's supposed moviecation.
"So, what do you think?" Chloe asks, voice still low and a little raspy. It's like it rubs against Beca's skin.
"Yeah, yes, please, yes, let's—yeah," Beca babbles, trying and failing to find a coherent combination of words suitable as a response to… all of that.
"Great," Chloe murmurs and then she brushes her lips against the edge of Beca's jaw in such a way that Beca almost drops her phone.
"We could go get dinner," Chloe offers, still nosing along Beca's skin and Beca's heart is still pounding in an effort to calm down. "Or jump right to dessert."
Oh dear god, okay, being the recipient of Chloe's full attention like this?
Beca's kind of looking forward to Chloe breaking her brain on the regular.
AN: I'll throw it on AO3 at some point, but for now, a lil tumblr fic.
as a new swiftie (better late than never right?) i now want to write bechloe fics based on ts’ songs (esp evermore, folklore, midnights and ttpd, all the depressing or angry songs basically). open to ideas!
prompt: bechloe (pp3 living situation canon). chloe is out partying and asks beca to pick her up and somehow chloe ends up asking beca out on the way home.
I tweaked this prompt slightly, but I hope you like it anyway! It was nice writing something a lot more lighthearted for a change haha
Read on AO3
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Chloe: r u still up? X
It didn’t take long for the dancing dots to appear at the bottom of her phone screen, announcing Beca’s imminent response.
Chloe had to close one eye to read it, the letters all blurring together in a haze of too much wine.
Beca: Yeah, what’s up? x
Chloe: can u come pick me up from town? date was a bust and I cant get an uber xx
Beca: On my way xx
Chloe smiled and locked her phone.
She felt bad about dragging Beca out of their apartment in the middle of the night, but she also knew that Beca would have been pissed at her had she tried a less safe method of getting home.
Besides, it was kind of an unspoken agreement they had.
If one of them went out and alcohol was involved, the other would wait up, keys to their shared car at the ready, just in case they needed a ride home.
Though Chloe felt she had been the only one benefiting from this agreement for a while, Beca never seemed to mind.
“Sure I can’t tempt you with a nightcap?” Her date asked, his voice slurred and his balance unsteady.
Chloe forced a tight-lipped smile. “I’m good,” she replied. “Thank you. Like I said, early morning, and my roommate is on her way to pick me up.”
He didn’t make any effort to move away from her, so Chloe pulled out her phone again, hitting call on Beca’s name and walking a few paces away.
“Hey, I’m just getting in the car, you okay?” Beca asked, answering after only a few seconds of ringing.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Chloe replied. “Just letting you know where to pick me up.”
“Your location is on,” Beca said. “I know where you are. Alfredo’s, right?”
“Outside Alfredo’s,” Chloe said, as if Beca had asked a different question. “On the corner.”
“Oh,” Beca replied. “Hang on, let me put you on speaker.” Chloe heard the rumble of their beat-up car start up, and when Beca spoke again her voice sounded further away. “Is he giving sketchy vibes?”
“A little,” Chloe replied. “Sure, I’ll stay on the call with you, I know you get bored when you drive.”
“Okay, well I won’t be long, so you just say whatever weird shit you want to put him off.”
“No, the food was great, but we can go through the drive through if you want,” Chloe said. “I know MMA training makes you hungry.” Chloe tried not to smile at the snort of laughter from the other end.
“Dude, he’s going to be so confused when he sees me pull up.”
“Oh, no way, you actually broke his nose? Aw, I’m so proud of you, you’ve always wanted to do that!”
“You’re so fucking weird.”
“Um, so I’m gonna go,” Chloe heard her date mutter. “I know I said I’d call, but, um, I think I’m gonna be pretty busy in the next few weeks.”
“Oh, sure, no worries David, thank you for a fun night!”
“Daniel.”
“Yes, sorry, thanks Daniel!”
“I’m pulling up now,” Beca said. She honked the horn and Chloe spotted her. She waved at the car and hit end on the call.
Chloe gave a cheery wave to David/Daniel, and hopped into the car.
“MMA training?” Beca asked.
“It worked didn’t it?” Chloe asked with a shrug.
“I guess it did,” Beca replied. “Another dud then, huh?”
“It started out so well,” Chloe said with a pout. “Good job, likes animals, believes in climate change.”
“All good things,” Beca agreed. “What went wrong?”
“I dunno. He kept trying to get me to drink more, kept topping up my glass, and, like, chiding me for not keeping up with him. And he didn’t ask me any questions, just kept talking over me and telling me all about some crypto he was into. And then to top it off he was rude to the waiter.”
“Uh oh.”
“I know,” Chloe sighed. “He, like, actually clicked his fingers to get him to bring over the bill.”
“Yikes.”
“Such a turn off,” Chloe said. She was leaning back in her seat, her head to the side watching the streetlights stream past the window. “Where are we going, by the way?”
“Drive through,” Beca said. “I’m hungry after all my MMA training.”
Chloe laughed and turned her head to look at Beca. “Are my standards too high?” She asked after a small silence.
“No,” Beca said, pulling a face.
“I keep going on all these dates with guys who seem like they should be perfect, and then when we go out something just doesn’t click. Maybe my problem is I’m looking for perfection and it doesn’t exist.”
“Perfection doesn’t exist,” Beca agreed. “But that doesn’t mean your standards are too high. It’s not like you’re bailing on these guys because they’re too short, or they have a crappy job, or they live with their parents or whatever. They’ve all kinda seemed like jerks. And you deserve more than a jerk.”
“I guess,” Chloe said.
“The right person is out there, Chlo’,” Beca said. “Maybe just give the tinder bros a break for a while.”
“It is exhausting,” Chloe said.
“Anyway, are you hungry?” Beca asked as they pulled into the line for the drive through. “My treat.”
Chloe couldn’t help but smile. “My treat,” she said, handing Beca her card. “You’ve come to rescue me from bad dates like four times this month, this is the least I can do.”
“If you insist,” Beca said. “Large fries and a vanilla shake?”
“You know me so well.”
Beca ordered and then pulled into a spot in the parking lot to eat.
“How come I’m never the one driving to rescue you from lousy dates?” Chloe asked, dipping her french fry into her milkshake.
“Dude, that’s so gross.”
“It really isn’t,” Chloe argued. “In fact, it’s scientifically proven that the combination of hot and cold and sweet and salty is delicious.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Beca said, grimacing.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Beca shrugged. “I don’t go on bad dates, so there’s never any need to rescue me.”
“You don’t go on any dates.”
“Is that not what I said?”
Chloe grinned and shook her head. “It is possible to have a good date, you know?”
“Is that another one of your scientifically proven facts?”
“Come on, you must have had a good date in the past,” Chloe said.
Beca shrugged again. “I can’t recall any.”
“Not even with Jesse?”
“Meh,” Beca said. “Fine at best. Getting felt up at the movie theatre isn’t that fun when you’re a closeted lesbian who hates movies.”
Chloe laughed until she had tears in her eyes, and Beca couldn’t help but smile too.
“I dunno,” Beca said, once their laughter had died down. “I guess dates have never really been my thing. They’re always so awkward and forced and there’s all this expectation and pressure. I just… I’m pretty sure I’ve never been on a good one.”
“I bet I could show you a good one,” Chloe said, the words coming out before she’d even registered what she was saying.
Beca snorted. “Yeah, okay, very funny.”
“No, I’m serious,” Chloe said, realising she was. She could show Beca what a good date was like. She wanted to show Beca what a good date was like.
“Beale, how drunk are you? Did you seriously just ask me out?”
“I’m stone cold sober,” Chloe said. Beca raised an eyebrow. “Okay, I’m lukewarm sober. But, yeah, I seriously did just ask you out. Go on a date with me.”
Chloe saw something in Beca’s eyes shift, and she couldn’t place what it was. She saw her hands fidget for a second in her lap. Saw her tongue dart out to sweep across her bottom lip.
Oh, Chloe thought. She’s nervous.
“No pressure,” Chloe said. “No expectations. No awkwardness. What have you got to lose?”
If she could read Beca’s mind, she’d have heard her think everything.
here u are honey <3
still working on it a bit, there will be some more later on.
thank u for the request, i've had such fun writing it out. if you'd given me your ao3 name i would have gifted it to u. but alas, anonymity wins. anyways, love u <3
Do you have any bechloe fic rec about the beginning of the relationship specifically falling in love
Thank you!!!
hiii yes so some of these fics i need to reread bc it's been a HOT MINUTE BUT some are freshly read :33
Words by lescousinsdangereux
i just finished this fic on recommendation from another anon and i just want to say that i am mindblown and it is now on my recommended bookmark list on ao3!! it's canon-complaint and it is so UGH slightly fwb and chloe fell first but beca followed shortly after and they're just soft beans i love dem sm <33
ps. Expectations (and Equations) is also iconic. it's bechloe falling in love from kimmy jin's pov. i originally read this on fanfic.net and recently discovered that it's now on ao3 whoaa
Accidental by @kailoraurelius
lost my collective shit when i read this bc beca didn't mean to but she accidentally fell in love w chloe and now is in deep hhhh
it's 3 AM (I must be lonely) by @becasbelt
i need to read this again but i filtered my bookmarks with bechloe and fluff and it popped right up so i trust myself :))
I like the way you're everything I ever wanted also by anne but just read it it's so gooddd. secret relationship with chloe's pov about falling in love with beca. im gonna read it again after this too :33
thunder, lightening, & general dumbassery by @cheapthrillsbeca
with this blurb that i wrote:
august slipped away into a moment in time same author; smut
Wait, What? by @aliciameade
that bye love you kiss that started everything
your old favorite song by @pulledpurplecurtains
collection of canon-complaint one-shots that just hit so hard with the fluff and pre-game bechloe relationship rahhh
the truth about love (comes at 3 a.m.) by @snowonebutyou
that one fic that i forgot to bookmark but still ADORE BY ISA
