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Cute, Little Smile

Merry Pitchmas @ridiculously-over-obsessed!!! Little weird that we got each other Max, and we were both a little late this year??? We should be better friends, my dude. Anyhow, please enjoy this short and sweet lil bechloe fic I cooked up for ya!

Of all the things Beca has done, running seems to be the only constant in her life aside from music. Whether it be from some weird childhood trauma she hasn’t dealt with, her own emotional immaturity as a 19 year old, or what, she’s not sure, but she does know that she is phenomenal at it. I mean, just look at her- for the first time in her life she found a group of friends she felt she really connected with and the moment things got hard what did she do? Oh, right! She yelled at Jesse, who was admittedly on her side if a little misguided in his attempt to prove that, then quit the Bellas. After stewing in what was originally righteous indignation but then turned into regret, she really went for broke. Which is how she finds herself here, in her dad’s house, drinking coffee with him in his kitchen. 

“Yeah I shut everybody out, don’t take it personally, it’s just easier,” she says heavily. After a pause her father responded.

“It’s also really lonely.” With that, Beca flips through some of her memories since coming out to college. How, in the past few months, she’s felt really seen and validated in her hobbies and herself as a person. Like, maybe she doesn’t need to love movies the way everyone else does or change her appearance or be less brash or less… her to be worth someone’s time. She thinks about how movies really aren’t awful if you’re watching them with the right company who doesn’t shut you down for critiquing them. About how supportive her friends had been of her dream to produce music and how she supported her changing the setlist and how she- wait, she? Did she really bond with any of them except Chloe? Fat Amy was probably the closest to her, but that may have just been because she was just as on the fringes of Aubrey’s ideals as Beca was. 

Beca takes a few days to start looking at her time at Barden with a little more scrutiny because, really, was it just Chloe? That can’t be. She spent more time with Jesse than with Chloe! But… she did spend a lot of her time with him wishing she was with Chloe instead. Or, sometimes, even wishing he was Chloe instead. Particularly when he started throwing out those cheesy flirts and getting close to her face and… ah, shit. 

Beca walks into the practice room ready to swallow her pride. If not for herself and the fact that those girls were her friends and she would like them back, thank you very much, but for Chloe, who deserves the ICCA win. And, also, maybe some honesty, because Beca may be a newly discovered queer, but god damn if she doesn’t know it would be easy to treat Chloe better than that asshole she was dating at the start of the year. She didn’t quite know what to expect when she walked in, but it certainly wasn’t whatever the hell it was. 

Aubrey, Chloe, and Amy were wrestling, Lily was lying in a pool of vomit (extra gross, btw), and everyone else was in disarray. 

“I came to apologize,” Beca starts, holding what feels to her like prolific eye contact with Chloe. “What I did was a dick move, and I shouldn’t have left.” She sees Chloe’s eyes widen a little at that admission, which makes her feel more vulnerable than she already is, since Chloe is the only one who knows about her dad and all of that drama. She’s glad that she, or whatever happened here, convinced Aubrey to give changing the setlist a try. She’s also grateful that they are now free to leave the vomit smell of the auditorium- and leads them to the empty pool that they had the riff-off in. 

As much as she wants to have Chloe pick the song, she lets Aubrey do it, as something like an olive branch. Once more locking eyes with Chloe, Beca adds in the Neyo song, hoping beyond hope that maybe, just maybe, Chloe will get what she means and she won’t have to actually come out and say it. Because there is only so much vulnerability Beca can stand in any given time period, let alone all in one day. After they sing their mashup in the pool, she thinks Chloe might get it, based on the way she’s smiling that cute little smile she used to have for Tom-The-Shower-Guy, but nothing ever happens. Beca, admittedly, gets swept up in her new responsibility of arranging nine different girls and vocal ranges into some sort of coherent setlist with a dance, and so her newly recognized feelings kind of get put on the back burner. She had noticed though, that somewhere during the process of arranging the set, that something shifted for Chloe. Beca really couldn’t tell you what, but she decided that after the finals she would suck it up and confront her. 

After their, in Beca’s opinion, killer performance at the finals, she meets Jesse in the crowd. “I told you, he always gets the girl in the end,” he says with a smirk. Beca’s face contorts.

“Dude, what?” 

“Oh, c’mon Bec, don’t be coy. The song! You put that in for me, for us.” 

“Uh, yeah, as an apology for being a dick, not some weird love letter thing.” Jesse’s face falls, and Beca awkwardly makes her way back over to the Bellas. 

“What, no kiss for your new boy-toy?” Amy asks loudly. Again, Beca’s face contorts. 

“Uh, no. No boy-toy for me, thanks. I don’t like him like that, like, at all.” Several of the Bellas express their disbelief. Has everyone been under the impression that she liked him? Beca’s head snaps to look at Chloe, who looks equal parts confused and relieved. Knowing that they have some time while the judges score everything, Beca grabs Chloe’s hand and drags her out.

“What- where are we going?” 

“I need to talk to you,” is all the explanation Beca gives. CR looks smug as they walk out and holds a hand out to Denise, who groans and slides her the $10 they had bet on this.

“Bec- wait, what is it, what’s wrong?” 

“What’s wrong is that apparently everyone thought I liked Jesse! I mean, how old are we that a girl can’t be friends with a guy without it meaning I somehow want to fuck him?” Beca says exasperatedly as she finally drops Chloe’s hand as they reach a mostly empty hallway. Chloe’s arms cross over her chest.

“Well, I mean, he’s the only person you really hang out with besides the Bellas. What were we supposed to think?” 

“That he’s my friend!” She says, throwing her arms up. “I’m pretty sure I said it like, really loud before that he’s not my boyfriend.” 

“Ok, so he’s not your boyfriend. It’s not a big deal, Becs. I don’t get why you’re so upset over it.” 

“I’m upset because everyone somehow thinks I like him, including the person I have actual feelings for!” That makes them both pause. Beca, because she had planned on doing this in a better way. A more private way, but here we go. 

“Oh. I guess that would be upsetting, the person you like thinking you like someone else,” Chloe says quietly, placing her hand on Beca’s arm in support. “I’ll get the girls to drop it, so that the guy you like isn’t getting the wrong idea.” 

“There- Chlo, there is no guy.” 

“But- you said that… okay. So the… girl,” she says carefully, “won’t get the wrong idea then.” 

“I just need you to not have the wrong idea,” Beca mutters with her head down. Chloe freezes. 

“Did you just-”

“It’s you, Chloe. It’s always been you, I… I get that now. It took me quitting and having a conversation with my dad of all people but I- it’s you.” Chloe tilts Beca’s head up with a single finger, smiling that soft little smile again. Finally. 

“For real? You mean that?” 

“Course I do, Beale. You make me feel… special. Like I really matter.”

“You do, Bec. You matter so much. To your dad, to the Bellas… to me.” Unable to stop herself anymore, and getting what she believes to be a green light, Beca leans in and kisses her. She’s vindicated in the fact that the movies are, once again, full of shit. There are no “fireworks” or “explosions” when she kisses Chloe. There is just… happiness. True, unfiltered happiness. And from the big grin that Chloe has when they pull back, it must be the same for her. 

“We should probably get back in there before they announce our victory,” Beca mumbles. 

“In a minute, I’m kissing my girlfriend,” Chloe responds as she leans back in with that cute little smile that, now, is reserved for Beca. 

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OH IS ANA THE FIC WRITER BACK???? WE LOVE ANA THE FIC WRITER IN THIS HOUSE. COME BACK TO US ANA THE FIC WRITER.

PLS SFGHJSFGHJ 💜💜💜

yes they’ve dragged me back and i’m having Thoughts

[snowydot]

Last month I got to witness @chloebeale and @djbubblegum’s wedding and meet @ridiculously-over-obsessed and @chubby-maimaki in person.

It was such a beautiful/emotional time for me. I’ll treasure these memories forever and will never get over how special these guys are. 🩷

[massivedrickhead]

Hi!! I think your writing is awesome 😍😍 if you could, could you write the “ i feel like shit. “ “ you look like it, too. “ “ hey! “ prompt?? Hope you're well!! 🥰💖

Thank you so much for sending this!

I'll be honest I don't know if this is any good. I feel like halfway through writing I got suddenly really confused about tenses and it was like I forgot how to write. I don't even know if I fixed it or not, but I think it's okay?

Or maybe it sucks, I don't know.

Hurt/comfort prompt list

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Chloe stifles a yawn as she stirs sugar and cream into her coffee.

Behind her, Beca is sitting up at the kitchen island, her head resting on her folded arms.

It’s early, and Beca hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep in days.

Chloe turns and pushes a mug of coffee towards her, trying to push down the worry in her stomach as she does.

Beca opens a bleary eye when she feels the mug brush against her hand. She gives a soft grunt. “Thanks.”

She forces herself to sit upright, the heel of her hand rubbing at her eye.

“Are you alright?” Chloe asks.

“I feel like shit,” Beca replies, taking a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, you look like shit,” Chloe says.

“Hey,” Beca pouted. “You aren’t supposed to agree!”

Chloe laughs and leans forward to tuck a strand of hair behind Beca’s ear. Her hand cups Beca’s face, and her thumb sweeps across her cheekbone. “You look tired, baby.”

“Yeah, I think I’m something beyond tired now. I think I left tired behind last week.” She checks the time on her phone. “I gotta go.”

Chloe sighs before taking Beca’s coffee and pouring it into her travel mug. “Home by dinner, okay? You promised.”

“I know.” Beca accepts the mug and plants a kiss on the corner of Chloe’s mouth. “No later than six.”

“And if you are going to be late - which you aren’t allowed to be - you have to call me,” Chloe says, watching her clearly exhausted girlfriend grab her jacket from the hook by the door.

“You got it, Beale,” Beca replies, before heading out of the door.

It’s 6:30 pm when Beca finally calls.

Chloe’s both annoyed and relieved when she sees Beca’s name on her screen, and she tries to hold back the bite of anger that she’s sure is going to come out.

“You’re late,” she said.

“You’re going to laugh at me,” is Beca’s response.

She sounds miserable and tired and a little sheepish all at once.

It takes effort to stay mad at Beca when she sounds this pathetic, but Chloe felt like for once she might manage it.

“What could possibly be funny about this?” Chloe asked.

“Look, I know I’m technically late, but I did leave work on time,” Beca said. “I left early, even.”

“So what happened?”

“I, um, I fell asleep on the subway,” Beca said. Chloe could practically hear the way Beca was ducking her head, the way she always did when she was embarrassed.

“Okay?” Chloe said.

“I’m… Uh… let me check… yep I’m at Coney Island.”

Chloe couldn’t have stopped the laugh that escaped her if she tried.

The anger she was feeling leaves her in one big exhale, and her chest feels lighter.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Beca groaned. “I already feel like an idiot.”

“Are you gonna ride Cyclone first, or are you just going to come straight home?”

“Shut up, I’m coming home now,” Beca said, feeling relieved that Chloe no longer sounded mad at her. “I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Okay,” Chloe said. “Don’t fall asleep again.”

“I’ll try.”

Chloe is curled up on the sofa reading a book by the time Beca finally makes it home. Two glasses of wine - one considerably fuller than the other, are on the table, and the smell of whatever Chloe had made for dinner still hangs in the air.

“I’m sorry,” Beca said. Her shoes are kicked off at the door, and she practically crawls onto the sofa, her head falling into Chloe’s lap.

Chloe lifts her book to make way for Beca’s head, but she doesn’t stop reading. Her hand begins its slow movement through Beca’s hair, her nails scratching lightly at her scalp.

“It’s hard to stay mad at you, you know?” Chloe said.

“Good,” Beca replied. “I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.”

Chloe finally closes her book and looks down at Beca. “Hungry?”

Beca shakes her head, not wanting to move, not wanting to do anything other than lie here with her girlfriend.

“You need to stop working so hard,” Chloe said.

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious, Bec,” Chloe said. “You’re exhausted. You need to start taking care of yourself.”

Beca forces her eyes open. “Okay,” she said. “You’re right. It’s just… I don’t want to let anyone down. I don’t want to fail.”

“You aren’t going to fail,” Chloe said. “You’re amazing and talented and soon the whole world will know it. But you won’t get to see any of that if you burn out before you even get started. Come on, get up and I’ll go heat up your dinner.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Beca said, lifting herself up from Chloe’s lap.

“Yes you do,” Chloe replied, kissing her on the head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Come on, you need to eat. And then you need a decent night’s sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” Beca said, feeling something warm spread across her chest. She was still getting used to this feeling of being looked after. Of being loved and cared about.

It had been hard letting her guard down long enough to let Chloe get in.

It had been hard accepting the love Chloe was trying to give her.

She’d kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the betrayal. For the ulterior motive to rear its head.

But it hadn’t happened yet.

Chloe’s love was still constant and unwavering.

She didn’t ask for anything in return, but Beca was willing to give her everything she had.

“Hey,” Chloe said, tapping Beca on the forehead. “Where did you go?”

Beca shook her head, smiling. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

Chloe smiled and pushed a plate of food toward her.

“I feel pretty lucky too.”

[suituuup]

My fave fic of yours has to be Pieces because I'm still thinking about it months later and I recommend it to literally everyone jjdkxkx 😍😍 (but let's be honest all your fics are incredible, it's so hard to choose!!!)

I knew it would be that one when I saw your name pop up on the email, haha. Thank youuuuu friend <3

[green-eyed-weirdo]

Tagged by @ridiculously-over-obsessed thanks friend!

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nicknames: deb, debs, debbeline

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favorite solo artists: Demi Lovato, Katy Perry

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last show binged: the walking dead

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how many people are you following: 123

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dream trip: Cuba, Hawaii and Canada

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what i’m currently wearing: a green sweater and black chill pants

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favorite song: how can I pick just one? I guess I’d have to say Pa Olvidarte by Emma Heesters and Rolf Sanchez.

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[pulledpurplecurtains]

Ana I fear Tortured Poets is going to kill us both

i’m already dead at the released covers/lyrics alone wdym sfghjsfghh

no but what do you mean with that disheveled white shirt photo with that hair?? what do you mean “old habits die screaming”???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE STILL HAVE 1 AND A HALF MONTHS LEFT i need this album rn