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Spidey Beca recommendations? Or maybe a one shot pleaseeee?

Hmm. I don't have any recs, because i don't actually read any? I have my own head canon and world and stuff, and like... That's it for me? Not to say there aren't great stories out there, I'm sure there are, but when it comes to Spider-Beca I'm pretty like... My AU is kind of my baby haha. That being said, the next one-shot you see is dedicated to you. ;)

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Fic: Hang In There, Chloe

Just a short ficlet I wanted to write. Needed some fluff in my life!! Hope you enjoy.

Beca finds this fun. She has multiple reasons why she shouldn't, but the fact remains. She thinks it's hilarious. Thinks she's hilarious. For what it's worth, Jesse agrees. Benji does not.

She'll be totally fine hanging out somewhere one minute, then the idea will enter her head and it's like she can't help herself.

Chloe does not find it amusing. Chloe calls her a child and shrieks and slaps, and all Beca can do is laugh.

See, it really isn't her fault. If Chloe's reaction wasn't so fantastically dramatic, Beca would have probably quit a long time ago. But the force of Chloe's reaction hasn't waned in the slightest, and so neither has Beca's desire to just keep doing it.

It's not Beca's fault that Chloe likes to leave her bedroom window open. She's told her girlfriend countless times that it isn't safe, that any old creep in a mask or, ugh, cape could come crawling through. But Chloe only ever rolls her eyes. Never listens.

It's an easy in. All Beca has to do is stick to the shadows and climb the wall to the second story window. A feat made much, much easier thanks to that nasty little spider bite she'd received. Sure, she could maybe have scaled the drain pipe before. Maybe. She's never been great with upper body strength.

Now though, now she can toss a car over her head, should the need arise. Which it rarely does, but she likes knowing her skill set.

She makes quick work of the climb, lifting the window all the way open with one hand and flipping her body into the room head-first. She rolls smoothly across the carpeted floor, barely making a sound, and lands solidly on her feet.

Straightening, she walks back to the window and lowers it until it's in more or less the same position it was before she entered. Then she turns on her heel and surveys Chloe's room.

It's already dark outside, so majority of the space is blanketed in shadow. But Beca knows every inch, has been inside this room multiple times, and could probably navigate it with her eyes closed.

There's so much of Chloe littered about. The essence of her, all the little things that make her the big, bold, brilliant person that she is.

Beca loves Chloe's room.

But she isn't here to stare. Chloe will be home any minute and Beca needs to assume the position.

She crawls up the far wall and settles into the shadows congregating at the corner of the ceiling. Her feet are planted flat against the wall, her knees bent, and she drums her hands against the tops of them soundlessly as she waits.

Cars pass by outside. She hears them, the whoosh of air as they streak by the house, and frowns because some sound like they're going faster than they should.

After a short while, she hears the front door open downstairs and feels the hair on her arms and the back of her neck stand at attention.

It's a different kind of spider-sense that she feels whenever Chloe is near. It doesn't warn of danger or impending doom. It's like excitement, only heightened, and Beca grins beneath her mask as she hears Chloe ascending the stairs, humming to herself.

The bedroom door opens inward, the door itself partly shielding Beca from view, and Chloe closes it again with one hand, not looking back. Like always. She hums her way towards her closet, slipping out of her jacket, and Beca holds her breath and she very slowly and carefully twists around to crawl across the ceiling.

Chloe opens the closet door and reaches for a hanger, slipping it under the shoulders of her jacket as Beca releases a thin line of webbing and silently flips herself upside down to dangle from it headfirst.

She lowers herself until she's at Chloe's eye level, head pointed toward the floor and knees bent so that the soles of her feet touch around the webbing. She's got both hands wrapped around the line, holding herself steady as she watches Chloe move her other clothes aside to fit the jacket into the wardrobe. Then she closes the door and Beca steels herself as Chloe begins to turn around.

"Careful!" Beca whispers, in a harsh, high-pitched tone, and Chloe lets out a shriek of surprise. With one hand pressed flat against her chest, the redhead glares up at her, breaths coming quick and short. Then, in a too-serious-to-actually-be- taken-seriously voice, Beca adds, "there's a spider dangling right in front of you." She's grinning behind her mask; Chloe looks less than amused. Possibly slightly murderous.

"Don't do that!!" Chloe yells, shoving Beca and sending her spinning in a circling on her line. Beca laughs as she turns. "Every time!! Every time I tell you not to do that!! Why do you keep doing it?!" Chloe releases a guttural groan of frustration and stomps her foot. Actually stomps it.

"That's why," Beca manages to squeeze out through her laughter, still circling. Chloe definitely put some strength behind the shove. During one of her rotations, she catches sight of Chloe's pout and the way she's folded her arms across her chest.

"I hate you." The words are muttered and sullen, like those of a child who has just been told they can't have ice cream before dinner.

Beca's laughter bubbles down to a few chuckles and she reaches up towards the top of her line of webbing, pulling herself the right way up. She lands softly on both feet, turning to face Chloe.

"No you don't," is her easy argument, and Chloe scowls at her.

"I do," she insists, jutting the point of her chin in Beca's direction. "Take off that mask so I can slap your face."

Beca chuckles again, hanging her head as she shakes it. But she does as she's told, simultaneously pulling it off from the front and untucking her hair from the neck of the suit. With her still gloved hands, she tries to smooth out wayward strands, glancing up at Chloe through her lashes, a small smirk shifting her mouth to one side.

Chloe bites her lip, frowning at Beca.

"Go on, then," Beca goads, watching as Chloe's brilliant blue eyes flash with her challenge. "Hit me with your best-"

She sees Chloe's hand rise in slow motion, her other, non-Chloe-centric spider-sense turning the dial down to slo-mo. It's a neat trick, one that's saved her life more than a few times. But there's no real danger here.

With reflexes that would make Daredevil jealous – not that she'd want to, Matt's great – Beca flicks her wrists and catches Chloe's hands with duel splashes of webbing. Still holding the ends of the lines, she executes a quick flip and twist over Chloe's head, landing behind her with the lines crossed and Chloe's hands effectively trapped against her own body.

Beca presses up close to Chloe's back, holding tight to the lines of web and tugging Chloe back against her. She hears the redhead gasp and rests her chin on Chloe's shoulder. Nosing red hair aside, she presses feather-light kisses to the pale skin of Chloe's neck. Hears her whimper, sees her pulse point flutter, and feels the body against hers press back into her.

"Well," Beca murmurs against her skin, "now what are you going to do?" She continues with her kisses, waiting for Chloe to collect herself.

And Beca finds this fun. Enjoys all of this. Each and every aspect. Because it invariably ends the same exact way.

Chloe sucks in a breath of air and shifts enough to get the message across that she wants to move, to turn. Beca allows her enough slack to do that, unwinds her even, but keeps her close, and then they're face to face.

"Why don't you take the rest of that costume off," Chloe practically purrs, hands rising to rest on Beca's shoulders, "and let me show you?"

Chloe kisses her, slow and deep, and Beca doesn't need to be swinging close to the clouds to feel like she's flying.

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SpiderBeca rescuing a cat from a tree, like how cute would that be? And the cat being a little shit and scratching her

I feel like it would probably be pretty cute. Like maybe….

I feel like it would probably be pretty cute. Like maybe….

She doesn’t want to demean the situation by saying she has something better to do, but there are other ways in which she usually helps the people of her city that involve more punching and death-defying acrobatics. And quips, right now she misses the quips.

You can’t really make fun of a cat. Well, you could, but they either wouldn’t care or would really care and end up pooping in your shoe when you weren’t looking.

She’d been on her way across town, headed for the docks to scope out any shifty looking dudes, when she’d heard someone crying. That kind of desperate, wailing cry only a kid is capable of. So, Beca had swung down to see what the problem was.

It had turned out to be a girl crying, ginger hair gathered into plaited pigtails. And of course her cat was stuck in a tree. Of course. Because that’s like a defining moment for every superhero, right? She would bet money that Superman doesn’t have to put up with this shit. But the girl is still crying and her bottom lip is trembling, and Beca’s made a promise to protect the city and all of its inhabitants.

She supposes that includes cats.

“Mister Mittens won’t come down!” The girl is small, maybe six or seven, and her eyes look sore, rimmed with red.

Beca crouches, bending at the knees to put herself at eye level with the girl. It's not much of a stretch and that's kind of depressing.

"Mister... Mittens?" Because OF COURSE. The girl nods and Beca stands, turning to stare up into the tree. There's a ball of white and ginger fluff sitting high up in the branches, emitting a low yowl every fifteen seconds. "Sure. Yeah. Okay, why not?" She says, under her breath, then turns to look over her shoulder at the girl. The girl stares up into her masked face and Beca has to admit that it doesn't suck having someone look to you for help for a change, rather than look at you like a monster or a menace. "What's your name, kid?" The girl looks apprehensive at first and it takes a second for Beca to realise why. "Oh no, it's cool. I'm not really a stranger, see?" And she holds out her hand, offering it to the girl, who takes it in her own and lets Beca shake it. "I'm Spider-Man. Nice to meet you."

"My name is Emily. It's nice to meet you too." She sniffs. "I like your costume." Behind her mask, Beca smiles.

"Well thank you, Emily. Are you going to dress up like me for Halloween?" The girl's face lights up like she hadn't thought of that but then she nods vigorously. "Awesome. Okay. So, I'm just going to climb up there and bring Mister Mittens down. But like, don't try climbing up there yourself, okay? Because I'm super sticky and like... I stick to things. So I won't fall. So. Don't try this at home." Emily nods and Beca turns to survey the tree one last time, before starting her ascent.

She makes it to where she needs to be with relative ease, but the unevenness of the bark makes it difficult for her feet to find purchase. She ends up having to shoot a web out to one of the branches in order to anchor herself, as she leans forward over open air and towards the cat.

It yowls, blinking wide, startled eyes at her, and she can't really blame it. Human spider in a tree; she'd be scared too.

"Okay dude, so like... Just... Scoot?" She snaps her fingers. The cat doesn't move. She pats the end of the branch it's stranded on, but it doesn't come. Because it's not a dog. A crowd has gathered below her now and, while there aren't any yet, she can't imagine it'll be long before the news cameras show up. "It would be really super awesome of you if you could just do me a solid and walk over here." The cat blinks, and yowls, and then hisses at her hand as her fingers brush the underside of its foot. Which is all she can reach.

And she knows what she has to do but will her webbing even stick to cat fur? One way to find out.

"Look, I gave you a chance." With that, she stretches out her free arm and bends her wrist so the flat of her palm is facing the feline. Then she curls the last three fingers of her hand in, leaving her thumb and index finger extended, and shoot a line.

It hits the cat just above the tail, prompting it to let out a scream of a yowl and try and inch further away. There's a collective gasp from below and she hears the voice of the girl calling up to her.

"Please don't kill my cat!" She's quickly shushed by someone Beca can't see but the voice sounds female, so she assumes it's the girl's mother. Sister maybe.

Gently, she starts wrapping her string of webbing around her wrist, pulling the cat down along the branch towards her. He fights her, digging his nails into the wood, but after a few moments of struggling, he lets go.

It's when he's almost at the end of the branch that he turns, frantic, and attaches himself to her face. His claws sink into her skin and she lets out a yelp, falling backwards. Thankfully, the web she'd been holding onto to prevent any falling from happening slows her dramatic descent, but the crowd still audibly reacts. She stops in mid air with a jerk that detatches the cat, who scrapes lines clean through her mask and over her face, and she heard Emily exclaim his name happily.

After a minute of just hanging there, she pulls herself upright and drops to her feet, turning to find the girl in the crowd. She spots her easily, standing in front of a woman with the same colour hair who's crouched in front of her, checking Mister Mittens and talking softly to the pair of them. Beca only realised she's staring when the woman turns her head to her and stands. Her eyes are the colour of cloudless summer skies and wow, that's an actual thought she just had.

"Thank you so much for helping. She loves that cat more than anything." The woman tells her, oozing gratitude, and Beca absently lifts a hand to gingerly touch the cuts at her cheek.

"Honestly, I can't imagine why." The woman laughs, but has the good grace to cover her mouth and look sheepish afterwards.

"Just know that I am eternally more grateful than he is." The crowd starts to dissipate, their interest rapidly waning, and they regard each other in slience until Beca starts awkwardly scuffing her toe against the pavement. "I'm Chloe." And Chloe is holding a hand out for Beca to shake, which she does, in much the same manner as she had Emily's.

"I'm... Uh." Because revealing your secret identity by accident thanks to being flustered by a pretty girl is so totally not how Beca wants this day to go. "Me." And she actually points to the spider on the front of her hoodie, as though it explains it all.

Which it kind of does, but she still feels dumb for doing it.

"I know who you are," Chloe chuckles, soft and quiet, and Beca gets the distinct feeling that she should leave before she does or says something else embarrassing.

"I should... " She makes a web slinging motion with her hand and Chloe nods, stuffing her hands in her pockets and rocking back on her heels.

"Thank you again. I wish there was some way I could," she pauses, lifting her shoulders in a shrug, "pay you back." Beca brushes it off with a wave.

"It's kind of my thing." Apparently she's added cat rescue to her repertoire. "No thanks needed." But Chloe seems reluctant to let it be that easy.

"Well, you should stop by again. I'll bake you cookies or something."

"Normally," Beca starts, backing away a few steps, "I don't take bribes." Chloe grins and Beca feels it run through her. "But I'm pretty weak for cookies."

"Are they your kryptonite?" Chloe quips, happily, and Beca lets out a small laugh alongside her nod.

"Don't tell anyone?" Chloe shakes her head with a promise. "Awesome. Then," Beca pauses again, feeling awkward once more, "I will see you around." And, for some reason, she waves.

Chloe waves back.

"I'm the house with the red door," Beca hears her say, as she gives herself a running start and then leaps into the air, a wide grin stretching her mask. "The offer doesn't expire! Stop by any time!" With a 'thwip' Beca slings out a web and lets it take her away from the pretty girl, the cute kid, and the devil cat.

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Cosplay?

So, it’s something the wife and I have been interested in for a while now. It’s always fun watching the SDCC videos and seeing the cosplayers at cons, and she’s actually gone so far as to get costumes in the hopes of joining the 501st - but I’ve never really landed on something I wanted to do. I mean sure, there are lots of cool things out there, but cosplay is something the either requires money, or talent. Neither of which i possess in spades. Nevertheless, the last few days has got the bug buzzing again, so I thought I’d ask my followers:

Do any of you guys cosplay? Do you know of any go-to websites for beginners such as myself?

See, I want to put together a Spider-Beca outfit. Cuz that would be totally awesome, right?? The wife found me this coolness, but it’s unfortunately out of stock (I can see why, this is the cheapest i’ve seen on of these) and she showed me a couple of websites that let you design a custom bodysuit. Obviously, I won’t be doing anything until I have money again so there’s no rush, but I just thought I’d put it out there and see what you guys had to say. Maybe I can gather some info in the interim. 

How would you go about it? Any tips or tricks you want to offer? Words of advice?

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This is the Spider-Beca painting that my wifey, @foxfire141, drew for me for my birthday. She is the actual best.

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Fic: Webbed Wonderland

Fandom: Pitch Perfect

Pairing: Beca/Chloe

Disclaimer: Characters don’t belong to me.\

A/N: My “Merry Christmas” to the fandom. Or, more specifically, the SpideyBeca AU loving side of the fandom. ;)

Read at ao3 or ff.net.

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Omg! I have a Spidermanau prompt or headcanon for you, whichever works. After Spidey gets all famous and stuff, Chloe forces Beca to celebrate her birthday with other people for once in her life. Then, in front of everyone, she gifts Beca with some Spider-Man themed undies

A/N: In celebration of the big BM’s birthday, here’s a SpiderBec birthday ficlet! (also me trying to catch up on prompts)

Becadoesn’t do birthdays. Not her own. She’s totally fine withother people’s, she’ll buy gifts - but doesn’t wrap themanymore because Chloe inevitably takes it right out of her hands andre-wraps the “shambles” Beca had been prepared to declare “goodenough” - and she’ll attend parties. She’ll even sing HappyBirthday when they bring the cake out, though Chloe usually has toelbow her to get her to start. The thing about other people’s is thatit’s only connected to her by a thin thread. There’s very littleemotional baggage attached to someone else’s birthday.

Her ownhave been kind of a downer ever since her Mom died. She rememberswhat they used to be like; the day lives on in screaming technicolourin her mind up until her sixth year on this planet. She remembersballoon animals and brightly patterned wrapping paper, she remembersmessy kitchens and cakes in the shapes of animals. She remembers herMom’s smile and the sound of her voice as she’d sing.

Her Dadhad tried but he’s never not been distant and when compared with herMother, the difference between them felt like an ice age. Birthdaysaren’t happy and warm for Beca anymore, and it’s fine. It’s just howit is. She doesn’t celebrate and the day passes like a chilly Winterevening, and then everything goes back to normal.

“Youhave people who love you, who want to celebrate you, you know, beingalive.” But Chloe is the very opposite of a chilly Winter eveningand there’s not an ounce of ‘normal’ about her. “There’s going tobe presents…” And Beca wouldn’t have it any other way.

Shebegrudgingly agrees, because Chloe’s eyes are bright and the kind ofsparkling blue that belongs nowhere outside of crystal clearCaribbean oceans, yet there they are in front of her. Smiling. AndChloe seems so happy, fit to burst with joy, at being allowed to dothis for her that maybe, Beca thinks, this year won’t be so bad afterall.

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Partystarts at six. She’d gotten Chloe’s message that afternoonand it’s been there at the back of her mind ever since. Dragging herthrough classes and then throwing her a little harder into her swingsonce the educational part of her day was done. She dances between therooftops, sweeping through the open spaces as she listens for anysigns of a disturbance. The only trouble she runs across is a guymaking off with a woman’s purse, something she quickly puts a stop toby swinging up behind him and planting her feet into the back of hishead. He sprawls face first, skidding along the pavement and cuttingup his face, and she plucks the handbag from his limp grip, doing herbest to ignore the camera phone flashes and gathering crowd. She jogsover to the woman who, after just being mugged, has stars in her eyesand is running a hand over her hair like she’s making sure she lookspresentable. It’s enough to make Beca smirk behind her mask.

“Ithink this is yours,” she says, danging the purse by the strap fromher finger. The woman takes it, stumbling over her thank yous andother exclamations of gratitude, and then Beca takes off. Runningtowards a jump that, with the help of her web, takes her back towardsthe city skyline.

It’sfifteen minutes before six o'clock when the cars speeds by beneathher, two skidding police cars hot on its tail.

Ofcourse. She’s sitting againstthe side of a building about three blocks from Chloe’s apartment,body clinging to the brick as she watches the cars speed away. Ofcourse shit has to go down now.

Shedoesn’t even have time to send Chloe a preemptive apology text.

~*~

“You’relate.”Chloe’s on her the second she’s through the door, shoving Beca backagainst it with one hand against the brunette’s collarbone. Beca letsout a grunt and stares at her girlfriend with wide eyes. “This isyour party,Beca Mitchell, and you.” She pokes a finger hard against Beca’ssternum once. “Are.” Twice. “Late.” And finally a third time.

“I’msorry,”Beca whispers, batting the hand away, “I was literally three blocksaway forty-five minutes ago and then there was a car chase and aconstruction site, and I was almost buried in cement.” Chloe balksat that, taking a half-step back so that she can look Beca over. Shedoesn’t look any worse for wear, which only makes Chloe wonder whatkind of state her costume is going to be in, as well as the inside ofthe bag Beca’s carrying it in.

“Areyou okay?” Her voice is softer now, concerned, and she brings ahand to Beca’s face.

“I’mfine.” Stormy eyes flutter as Chloe’s thumb brushes over her cheekand Beca leans into the touch for a few heartbeats. “Really,” sheadds, knowing Chloe always needs that extra assurance. “Is everyonehere?” Chloe straightens, dropping her hand to grab one of Beca’s,lacing their fingers together.

“Yup.Theywere on time.” She winks at Beca, who shrugs off her backpack anddumps it in the corner of the hallway before shooting Chloe a look.

“Andyou almost had a life-size concrete statue for a girlfriend.” Chloewrinkles her nose and then she’s pulling Beca into the living room,which erupts into a cheer of “Surprise!” the instant they enter.And Beca isn’t sure what she’d been expecting – that’s a lie, halfof her had been worried Chloe was going to invite the whole apartmentbuilding and everyone in her address book – but there are onlyabout a dozen people there. All faces she recognises, all people sheknows and cares about, and has zero bad memories to associate themwith.

It’slike Chloe had known.

And,when she turns her head to look at her girlfriend, she realises thatChloe hadknown. Does know. She understands Beca better than anyone.

So,Beca doesn’t really think about it when she gives the redhead’s handa tug, jerking her over and tugging a chuckle from her as their lipsmeet. There’s a chorus of whoops and hollers, then Beca pulls back,blushing slightly. It darkens when she catches sight of Chloe staringat her dreamily.

Aspromised, there are presents. A small pile of them in fact, and onceBeca has been spoken to every person there and drinks have beenhanded out, Chloe sits her down in the sinfully plush armchair thatshe and Beca had picked up at a flea market their first month in theapartment.

Shegets a few new shirts, most of which are from Aubrey, which Becacan’t help but feel is some sort of dig at her current wardrobe.Stacie’s gift is a bottle of wine with an envelope attached to it.Inside is a birthday card and a gift certificate for a 'Couple’sSession’ at a spa down town. Beca thinks Chloe might be even moreexcited about that one than she is. Benji’s present is an unassumingblank piece of paper and Beca holds it up, raising a questioningeyebrow at him. He gives her a shy smile and then reaches forward topluck the paper from her hand. With a twist of his wrist and aflourish of his fingers, the piece of paper turns into two and whenhe hands them back Beca sees that they’re concert tickets. Shesqueals at the name on them and all but throws them at Chloe in herexcitement. She tells him that they’ve been sold out for months anddemands to know how he got them. All he does is wink and tell her“magic”, and she rolls his eyes as Emily, his girlfriend, laughsand kisses his cheek. FatAmy’s gift is an 'IOU’ with an apology attached that reads: Ibought you a vibrator as a gag gift, but Chloe wouldn’t let me giveit to you in front of people. So sorry, but not my fault.She’s never been so thankful for the redhead in that moment.

Jessebuys her chocolate and socks, which isn’t as strange as everyone elseseems to think. It’s sort of a thing between them. Every year shebuys him a calendar with half naked women dressed as sexy orchestraconductors and a pair of boxers.

Thereare a handful of other gifts before Chloe sets a small package in herlap. It’s squishy and light, and Beca pokes the wrapping for a goodten seconds before Chloe slaps her shoulder and tells her to get onwith it. She smiles and starts to peel back the layers. When thecontents is exposed, Beca’s cheeks burn brightly for two reasons.

Thefirst being the fact that she’s just unwrapped underwear from hergirlfriend in front of a room of people who don’t need to know whatshe’s wearing underneath her clothes. The second, well, JesusChrist.

“Spider-Manunderwear?” Beca swivels her gaze around until she’s looking up atChloe, perched on the arm of the chair, through long lashes. Chloeisn’t even trying to hide her glee.

“There’smore than one,” she says and Beca lifts the first pair ofbrief-style panties to reveal a second, then a third. All of whichhave Beca’s faceor monogram on them. The last pair has Beca’s face surrounded bylittle purple hearts.

“Ididn’t know you were a fan of the web-head.” Cynthia Rose intonesand Beca’s about two seconds away from making some scathing commentto insinuate that she isn’t when Chloe pipes up.

“Oh,totes. Beca’s like… a big time fan.” And if it weren’t for theway Chloe’s practically glowing with glee, Beca might considerwanting to slap her. But all she can actually think about doing iskissing her and calling her a dork. So she does that instead. “Thisisn’t your real present, by the way,” Chloe murmurs once they part.Beca narrows her eyes at her and Chloe leans in close to whisper inher ear. “Once the party’s done and everyone else is gone, I’mgoing to go into the bedroom and get myself ready for a thoroughunwrapping.” She pulls back with a peck to Beca’s cheek and Becafeels the air turn thin around her. “Oh, but you have to wear oneof these.” She tugs at the elastic of one of the pairs ofunderwear. “Maybe the blue and purple ones, with the insignia,”she says, then lowly adds, “maybe I’ll make you wear the costumetoo.”

Andby the time the night is over, late night stretching lazily towardearly morning, Beca doesn’t think birthdays are so bad after all.

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Spider-Beca: Who pokes someone with a broom?! Why do you even *have* a broom in here?!

Chloe: Evidently, the girlfriend of an idiot! And it's here for those special occasions where the aforementioned idiot refuses to come down from the ceiling!