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Okay, these two moments: 

1st: Look what Chloe did. Watch her hand. She fucking pulls the curtain away from Beca and says “Oops.” Then she giggles and watches Beca pick up the shampoo bottle. 

2nd: Look at Beca’s hands. She could’ve kept them where they first landed. What was wrong with that? But, no. She moves them even further down, literally right above Chloe’s vagina. 

Lesbi-honest. 

anonymous asked:

Can you do a prompt where Victoria isn't actually mean but comes of as such like "Max looks so pretty" and max is like "what?" And Victoria is just flustered and caught off guard and says the "I SAID YOU LOOKED SHITTY GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE" (doesn't have to contain that but I think it would be cute to see that Victoria only acts like that because she is flustered and crushing hard on max XD)

How to Deal with Crushes

Contrary to Victoria’s surname, she does not in fact “chase” anyone or anything. If anything, people chase after the Chase’s and the same principle is applied to Victoria, just look at her Vortex Club lackeys. Of course they’d follow her, who wouldn’t? She’s popular, efficient, and everything they could only hope to be. Whatever else she didn’t have, she grabbed onto without unnecessary chasing.  If she wants something then she gets it, end of story.

So it’s safe to say that she is most definitely not crushing on Max Caulfield.

Nope, she’s not falling for her waif hipster bullshit and her awkward shy pretense. The girl was short too so Victoria always ends up literally looking down on her and her annoying doe-eyed expression that seem to bring out her freckles. Especially those damn freckles. She would bet that underneath those poorly coordinated bargain clothes that Max had matching freckles on her shoulders which is lame. She’s a walking fashion disaster and Victoria has to stop her hands from tearing away those hideous clothes not because she wants her naked or anything, those clothes are just that terrible.

And her pictures? Selfies! Not even the kind that’s thought through and planned. No, Max just takes ordinary selfies. The kind of selfies that you post on social media and not in art galleries. The kind of selfies that show what her face looks like in the morning where the lighting is just right to add depth to her annoying freckles. The kind of selfies that reveal to Victoria the undeniable truth that Max is kind of cute.

God, she is pining over her so hard.

But she can’t let anyone else know that. See it from her point of view. She’s spent so much into her heartless bitch reputation that she can’t just let go all because of some dumb hipster with a cute face and a good eye for photography. She almost forgot about that part. Max has terrifying skill with the camera even though she doesn’t even know it. Victoria’s photos look amateur even next to some of Max’s selfies. That’s also one more thing she won’t admit out loud.

Max’s talent infuriates her just as much as it turns her on. She makes it look so easy, so effortless. She’s just using her retro-cam and the quality of her photos are worth more than what the best studio can produce. Max is Victoria’s competition and she hasn’t met someone that could fit the rival role so well in terms of skill. She likes to entertain the thought that maybe Max could fit the girlfriend role while at it too. One time she commented on Victoria’s photos being Avedon-esque and Victoria practically swooned inside. Still swooning about that until now.

Victoria is sitting on one of the benches on campus. It’s not like she deliberately chose this particular bench because she spotted the familiar flash and whir of a certain hipster’s camera nearby. It’s Max. Of course it has to be Max, who else? Victoria would never sit on this godawful excuses for furniture if she had a choice. The view helps her forget that her car has better cushioning.

Max is in her element again, with her back at Victoria, taking a photo of whatever. It’s sunset and with it there’s a poignant sense of romanticism painted across the campus. The sun’s rays sift through the trees and fall onto Max just right to give her this ethereal shine. Victoria captures her in the moment without even thinking. It’s only after the click of the shutter does she realize that she’s already looking through the viewfinder. She pulls back and stares at the photo she doesn’t remember taking and then back at the subject in front of her. While the photo was gorgeous like all her work naturally, it could only hope to capture the actual beauty before her.

“She’s so pretty.” Victoria almost sighs dreamily out of earshot.

Or what she thought was out of earshot since Max’s head spins so fast at the catch of her words. She shoots her a confused look. “What?”

And oh, god. Max looks way better with her face showing and she’s wearing that stupid doe-eyed look again and fuck, fuck. Victoria’s brain goes into panic mode. She doesn’t know what to say and it does not help that Max’s face is so distracting. The lighting shifted along with her movement and glistens along her frame and fuck, she looks lame in her clothes but she also looks radiant like what the fuck? And Victoria is still staring and oh, god what should she say?

“I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY!” She yells at her with too much force to sell the intended spite. Nice one, Victoria. Smooth save. That will definitely tell Max that she is interested in her. Why don’t she go ahead and add some more flirty undertones. “GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE.” There it is. The words come out of her mouth as if on auto. Despite her face sporting a domineering look, Victoria very much wants to hide her embarrassment. It’s a good thing that she can hide her blush underneath her usual layers of anger.

Max looks more confused than offended and Victoria just wishes for her to go away so she could make a dash for her car and scream there. “Okay…?” She asks more than says, as if testing the waters. Victoria can’t help but snarl back just out of reflex and it’s enough to tell Max that the water is boiling and there’s a high chance that it will turn into a bloodbath. She sighs and it almost sounds like she was expecting something different.

Victoria already has plans on berating herself for again ruining another moment with Max and will do so as soon as she walks away but Max has other plans. There’s that bright flash again only this time it’s aimed at her. The whir of the camera isn’t lost to the buzzing in her brain. “Did you just…?” She can’t quite bring herself to finish her sentence, she can’t trust herself anymore.

Max is still in her element, not at all put-off by Victoria’s gaping, it must be the camera. There’s something empowering about holding a camera that makes Max bolder than her usual shy self, not that Victoria would notice that. Max just takes the photo as it develops with her nimble fingers. Victoria could tell the exact moment that it finishes when Max’s face erupts into a smile so wide she doubts it could fit the frame of a photo. “This one’s a keeper.” She shows it to her and Victoria feels her breath catch in her throat.

At first glance, Victoria’s posture in the shot looks intimidating but that’s not the main point. The focus is her face. She thought she was making just another one of her mean looks but evidence speaks otherwise. Her eyes are smoldering as the swathes over her and it almost makes her look warm. Warm and inviting. She can’t tell if it’s from the photo or the feeling in her chest but there’s a warmth that wasn’t there before. “This is…”

Pretty, I guess.” Max casually shrugs and Victoria’s head snaps up at the word. Just when she thinks that a smile looks cute on Max, she’s annoyingly adorable with a smirk too. “Pretty awesome.” She’s teasing. The hipster actually heard her and she’s flaunting it and Victoria should be mad at anyone who dares talk back to her but all she can think of is how Max is obviously flirting with her and she’s so happy that even her scowl looks friendly enough.

This is her chance! She can feel it with her heart beating so fast. Victoria has never run in her life aside for fitness but her heart is hammering wildly like it does when she jogs. Except she’s not running right now but it’s something similar. This is a chase and Max is her target and she can swear that she’s so close. She swears she almost feels it with her fingertips like how hers is brushing over the photo. The mood is set and the setting is just right. She’s going to do this and she’s going to get this right. She can’t mess this up now.

“Pretty amateur, smallfield.” And great, we’re back to gradeschool flirting again. Victoria represses the urge to just hit herself for being so lame. Really? Is that the best she can give? And what’s with that stupid nickname? She panicked okay. She has boys wrapped around her finger but she can’t fucking compliment a hipster girl that she likes without burying it under seven layers of insult.

“Still pretty.” Max insists with a smaller but still cute smile. She then takes back the photo and places it securely in her bag. Victoria tries not to think too much about the fact that she might even see the photo on the wall of Max’s room. “I guess it was nice talking to you, Victoria.”

“Yeah and you’re such a delight yourself. Get out of my face.” Victoria almost praises herself because the first sentence is the closest thing she’s gotten to an actual compliment. Max is already walking away but Victoria waits until she’s out of sight. Too bad she isn’t out of mind. Max calling her pretty is up there on her best-memories list next to their Avedon-moment. Max is also coincidentally on her to-do list.

God, she’s so fucking smitten.

AN: Hi guys! So by popular demand I made this a super short one shot! (<– that was me three hours ago. Now, it’s four pages. Sorry not sorry.) I didn’t give much context because I want your imaginations (and the possible storyline of PP3) to run wild! I hope you guys enjoy– this is my first time writing… This was inspired by a real life experience or two, so sorry if Beca seems nicer than usual. But you know how she gets with Chloe around… ANYWAYS, read on! //

“Well that was the longest night of my life.” Beca huffed, her exhaustion displayed in the way she spoke.

“Come on, you had fun.” Chloe tried, hoping to brighten the mood.

“Barely.”

Well, you can’t win ‘em all, the redhead decided with a sigh.

“I have great news for you, Beca Mitchell. The bed awaits.” Chloe said, gesturing over to the full sized bed that took up most of the tiny room as she came in the doorway. Beca shuffled in the room, reaching the bed before her entire body went slack when she quite literally face planted onto the comforter, mumbling something into the duvet that was impossible for the redhead to make out.

Chloe shook her head, not bothering to interpret whatever sarcastic remark the brunette had thrown her way, and smiling as she searched for something suitable to wear to bed. //

“Oh, uh. Sorry,” Beca quickly apologized and snapped her head away when she saw Chloe in her bra and underwear, pulling on her pajama shorts. She hadn’t realized the ginger had begun changing during their conversation, and was afraid to look that direction again. But she found herself shifting as they began discussing the meaning of Taylor Swift’s new song, that was turning into a lengthy debate. Which is how she hadn’t realized she’d begun to look in Chloe’s direction again, this time with her gaze trained on her face and nothing else.

Er, mostly.

Beca was only a human. With eyes. And she couldn’t really help if she was curious about the other girl’s body.

She knew Chloe looked good in everything she wore, but she couldn’t possibly look that beautiful all the time; it had to be some stylistic magic that Beca had yet to discover. But there she was, in all her glory and almost completely unclothed. “Damn,” she looked good. Then came the realization of saying that out loud. Beca prayed to every god there was that the ginger hadn’t heard a word. Or rather, that particular word.

In the midst of all of her introspective rambling, Beca hadn’t noticed Chloe’s absence until she’d returned with a toothbrush in her mouth, still talking animatedly about one of the Taylors in the music video, despite the foam in her mouth that was threatening to spill over.  And for some unknown reason, Beca Mitchell actually smiled. Chloe smiled too, a big toothpaste grin finishing her point and then triumphantly walking back to the sink like she’d won the argument they hadn’t even been having.

Beca took this chance to drag herself away from the bed and decided to make her best attempt to return soon. “I’ll never let go Jack!” She said, faking her struggle with an imaginary force as she disappeared behind the doorway. It was probably more energy than she had in her at the moment, but it made Chloe laugh as she passed her, heading to bed. So somehow, it was worth it.

“Liar,” she muttered looking at herself in the mirror thinking about the awful quote she just rambled off, as she took one of Chloe’s makeup wipes and slid it across her face.

Soon enough, she was racing back to the bed, landing beside Chloe with a soft “oof” and digging into the covers as fast as she could. She got settled in four seconds flat, a record for the tiny brunette, but not before Chloe spoke up.

“What about your pajamas?” Chloe asked casually as soon as she knew the girl next to her was comfortable. She then heard a noise she didn’t know was possible to come out of such a tiny human, that resembled a groan.

“I’ll get them,” Chloe offered sweetly after a moment, when it was clear that the brunette was not moving.

“Thank,” Beca said, turning over and retrieving her book from the night stand.

“Welcome,” came the reply. She handed Beca a shirt.

“Where’s the rest?” Beca said, not caring about the answer.

“It’s where your motivation to move lies.”

“Cute,” Beca said, a sarcastic smile accompanying her voice. “It’s too hot in this bed anyways,” Beca said, acting like she was bothered by Chloe’s decision. In reality, she was halfway out of her top and shimmying her bottoms down so that she could properly put her shirt on, under the sheets, of course. Or so she thought.

The red head lifted up a corner of the sheets slightly, peering down at a shirtless Beca wiggling out of her pants.

Damn,” Chloe remarked mockingly, echoing what Beca had said previously.  

Dude!” exclaimed Beca when she became aware of Chloe’s eyes on her body from that comment, her face flushed with the embarrassment of earlier that night. Chloe only giggled, allowing Beca to rip the sheet away from her hands.

A good twenty minutes had passed between the two of them, Beca lost in her book all the while. Growing tired of her phone, Chloe set it down on the ground and continued to stare up at her best friend.

“What are you doing?” Beca asked, eyeing the redhead when she felt her gaze on her and then turning her attention back to her book to wait for a reply.

“Just lookin’,” Chloe drew out the ‘n’ with a smile.

“Looking at what?” Beca said, in a similar manner. “My double chin?” she added seriously.

“Among other things,” Chloe said, her voice sticky sweet.

“HEY!” Beca said, gently punching her bed mate in the arm.”You weren’t supposed to agree with me!” she exclaimed playfully, sliding her glasses off and setting them over with her book on the night stand.

“Well you asked,” Chloe pointed out, snuggling into the pillow beneath her head. Beca just let out a huff of breath and accepted her defeat as she rolled over to face the ginger.  

“For a girl who doesn’t like movies, you sure know how to make a movie quote work,” Chloe said suddenly, the flirtation obvious in her voice. It took a moment for Beca to remember earlier. “It’s one of my specialties,” she replied quickly, smile big and cheesy, for once. “One of?” the older girl pressed, raising her eyebrow like she was suppressing her surprise. Beca nodded, a soft, very uncharacteristic, smile on her face. “Yeah,” she breathed, suddenly feeling like she couldn’t stay awake for another moment, even if it meant falling asleep before she was done talking to the ginger. “Night Chlo. Love you,” she said as her eyelids grew heavy.

Reaching over to Beca’s side of the bed, Chloe reached over and turned the lamp off. “Goodnight,” she chirped, her return apparent to Beca when she felt warm lips brush against hers.

“What?” Beca said, in obvious surprise, suddenly more awake.

“I said good– ahh!” Chloe’s response was interrupted by an abrupt change in lighting as Beca turned the lamp on her bedside table on. Truth be told, she didn’t know a sleepy tiny human could move so fast.

“What was that?” Beca asked plainly.

“What was what?” Chloe said, feigning innocence, her eyes shining.

“You, acquainted your lips…” Beca said slowly, pausing for a beat. “With mine,” she finished softly.

“Yeah?” Chloe asked, as if she was just coming to terms with what she just did. “So I did.”

Dead silence.

“Would you like me to do it again?” was softly whispered into the dim light.

“Yes,” the answer breathed.

The shorter woman could feel a shift in the bed as more weight was added to her side, and her heart was racing. She felt like she was going to puke into Chloe’s mouth. And that would be quite a feat: puking upwards. But ever so gently, she felt soft lips touch her own.

Beca felt her body lean upwards on it’s own accord, automatically deepening the kiss as Chloe hovered over her. It felt… nice. It felt right. She wasn’t actually desperate to get away or overly nervous, for once. She felt Chloe’s head turn to capture her lips from a different angle and almost immediately Beca reached up to grasp the older woman’s neck, tentatively bringing her closer, until their bodies were flush against one another’s. Chloes moan brought Beca courage, and an opportunity to slip her tongue into the redhead’s mouth.

Chloe tried her hardest to stay concentrated, to not break the kiss, but she couldn’t resist smiling as she began to think about what was actually happening and how it felt so damn good.

“What?” Beca as shyly, a small grin on her face, hoping she hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Is this another one of your specialties?” Chloe couldn’t help but ask, biting her lip as she traced Beca’s features with her eyes. Beca playfully shoved the extra weight off of her, setting her head back down on the pillow as she let out a breathy laugh.

“You are too much, Chloe Beale,” she said, happily turning her head to smile at the girl who was laying next to her.