#stacieconrad

[justbechloefluff]

Me: I’m in the mood for some Staubrey fanfiction

Also me: A fanfiction writer

Me: No not like that

[beca-mitchell]

your thing is expert celebrity stalker (except that one time we couldn’t find kendrick in k-town)

STOP DONT REMIND ME

i can’t believe....she was right there...just one street down. imagine if i learned how to read. or if we just walked over one street. 😭

[gaytrashgoblin]

66 bechloe?

alrighty, let’s go. 66: “How could I ever forget about you?”

It had been an entire year since Beca had seen any of the Bellas, and a few nonths since she’s spoken to any of them either. Right after graduation, she had left for LA with the promotion her single with Legacy had gotten her. The work was hard at first, the boss looking at her and immediately telling her, to her face, that Flashlight had been her 1 hit wonder, and she would never make another song like it. Then a song she wrote caught Sia’s attention. So Beca took her song, and Sia’s interest in it and its writer, to another company with a female boss who appreciated Beca’s skills much more than her previous one. Sia was so happy with the song that she had asked Beca to work with her on her upcoming album as a creative mind, which, obviously she said yes to. The album was nominated for a couple of Grammy’s, so Beca had attended the award show. Honestly, she was happy enough to just go and be seen with Sia. But then the album had won. And Sia had thanked her in her acceptance speech. Beca then proceeded to blow up as a producer. While she was scrolling through her emails picking which of the artists she would not only love to work with, but be able to actually write for, she spotted an email from Aubrey Posen inviting her to a party back in Georgia for the Bellas. Saying that most of the Bellas Beca had been with stayed in the area and wanted to have an annual get together. With a smile, Beca RSVP’d and went online to book tickets to and from Atlanta, as well as a hotel to stay in for a few days. All she could think of was that now she had an excuse to see Chloe again.

 Nervously flicking her tongue along her newly acquired lip ring, Beca reached her hand up and rang the bell, a smile spreading on her face the moment Stacie answered the door. 

“Beca! I can’t believe you actually made it!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around the shorter brunette.

“I told your aca-girlfriend I was coming, didn’t I?” She asked sarcastically, earning a laugh and a nod as they moved through the beautifully decorated house toward the backyard where the noise was coming from.

“Everyone else here already?” 

“Yeah, pretty much everyone stayed in the area but you.” Beca nodded as her friend opened the sliding door, and they both stepped out. 

“Hey everyone, look who showed up!” Beca smirked and was immediately crushed in a group hug by about ten other women. Beca spent half an hour fielding everyone’s questions before she managed to sneak inside for a breather. 

“Guess who?” someone asked as they covered Beca’s eyes from behind. With a huge smile, Beca spun around. 

“Chlo! There you are, I was wondering where you were hiding,” she said as she hugged her, surprising the redhead with the contact.

“You mean miss hot shot Grammy award winning music producer didn’t forget about little old me?” Beca pulled back from the hug to look her friend in the eyes.

“How could I ever forget about you?” 

“Beca…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say. Beca smiled sadly.

“I’m sorry about… like, not keeping on contact better. I- I really missed you, Chloe,” she admitted softly. 

“I missed you too, you goof ball.” Beca shook her head.

“No I- Chloe, I always thought that LA was like, what I really wanted, you know? But it- it really sucks. I mean, I love my job, and it’s super fun working with all those cool people, but it’s- you’re not there. And I don’t- I don’t wanna be where you’re not,” she said softly, not able to meet the redhead’s eyes. 

“Bec, what… what do you mean?” 

“I mean that I’m fucking stupid and didn’t realize that I’m in love with you until I was all the way across the country, and then got freaked out and stopped talking to you and everything fucking sucks without you and if I have to I’ll transfer back to the Atlanta office if I have to because I don’t wanna live without you anymore,” she said in a single breath as a tear fell down her cheek. Chloe smiled lovingly at her, then kissed her softly. 

“I’m transferring to UCLA next semester. I already did the paperwork,” she breathed out as she pulled back. Beca’s smile threatened to break her face.

“And I love you too.” 

Send me a number and a pairing

[korrafitness]

if you were to get another tattoo, what would it be? raava? (going off your current theme)

ive thought about that before like a back one would be cool but dunno if id go through with it.. maybe… a transistor or dishonored tat

[bazaarwords]

just wanted to say that your fics are I N C R E D I B L E AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

Ahhh!! Thank you so much, I’m glad you’re liking them! :))

[welosttay]

So I got kinda bored today, Staubrey in Wonderland anybody? With Stacie as the Cheshire Cat and Aubrey as Alice

[beca-mitchell]

i mean clearly 🔥 and 🍁

short and angry vibes

did you mean

send me ‘what vibe do i give off’ ~vibe~ emojis.

[beca-mitchell]

sometimes i scroll through this hellsite, find myself in my bechloe feels, and i think to myself: "istheresatoblame" -- usually the answer is yes

STOP KDSFJKDSF