chloe purse

anonymous asked:

I am in love with the ML AU! Its interesting to think about Tikkk trying to get through to Chloe or even trying to talk to her and get her to be a better Scarlet Lady. Maybe something along the lines of: Tikki: “you know, I’m sure Chat Noir would really love it if you were more active in the fights!” Chloe: “Get my hands dirty for that ally cat? As if. That’s what sidekicks are for!” Tikki, slowly loosing all hope for this girl: “you could get some cool action shots for your fans”

Tikki definitely starts off very “Well, anyone can be a hero if they try” but the more time she spends in Chloe’s purse and rewatching Scarlet Lady’s fights, the more she’s starting to doubt that idea.

Chloe: “Why is everyone loving Marigold?!”

Tikki: “Because she actually does her job?”

Tied Up in You

Chloe is frustrated with a certain someone’s hairstyle.

This is a oneshot belated birthday gift for the lovely @twindoodle​!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY + 1 week you lovely bean!!!!🎂 🎉 🎁 (sorry for the delay!) 

This is based off one of twin’s cutest chlonath pieces (JK THEY ARE ALL EQUALLY AMAZING AND ADORABLE) (link for lovely art) 

(ao3 link)

Chloe glanced over her shoulder. looking towards the back of the room once more with a glare.

Of course he wasn’t even paying attention to the lecture and she scoffed lightly, watching him lean over his sketchbook. His red hair hung like a curtain over his face and how he managed to see what he was drawing was a mystery to her. Just to be sure, for her own well being, Chloe ran a hand through her ponytail, ensuring it was smooth and untangled.

Satisfied, even as she reminded herself to schedule another hair appointment for sometime this week, she turned back to her tablet, trying to catch up on her notes as class continued on.

But not even ten minutes had passed by and again she found herself turning in her seat. She couldn’t even see his eyes with the way his hair fell across his face and Chloe clicked her tongue.

“Miss Bourgeois!”

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anonymous asked:

part 6 please ❤️❤️❤️

I’m gonna flip to Chloe’s POV in the next update so this’ll be the last offering from Beca’s POV for a little while 🤓

Bechloe - ‘Fireplace’ Mini Fic (pt.6)

The apartment was silent. Nothing new there. It was always silent. But Beca’s mind was racing with thoughts and fears, her anxiety building for the first time in several weeks. She’d been laid on her back staring at the ceiling of her bedroom for over an hour now.

She’d kissed Chloe on the cheek. She’d fucking kissed Chloe! What the hell was she playing at??

Beca let out a low groan, throwing her hands up to her face, trying to erase the memory of Chloe’s expression when she’d pulled out from the kiss Beca had placed on her cheek. God, she’d looked stunned. Her mouth slightly open in shock. Her bright blue eyes wide in surprise.

The brunette brought her hands flopping down to her sides and she let out a heavy sigh. She’d definitely ruined this weekend now. Definitely. There was no way Chloe would look at her properly ever again. And Beca felt her stomach squiggle with nerves.

She was toying with the idea of just…sucking it up and going to apologise now. Just wander over to the spare room, knock on the door, and wait. Hopefully Chloe would still be awake. It’d just be easier to get it over and done with.

Had it been back in Brooklyn, the two would’ve had no choice but to deal with whatever awkward situation or argument they might’ve got into because they’d shared a bed during that time. There was nothing forcing Beca to go and find Chloe right now, except the tug in her heart. She had to at least try..

With another huff of breath, Beca pulled her bedcovers back and slipped out of bed, her bare feet touching down on the cool laminate floor of her bedroom. She wandered across to the door and took several deep breaths, her hand on the handle, trying to calm her racing heart.

Then with one final gust of determination, she forced herself to pull open the door and make her way over to the spare bedroom. But Beca let out a small yelp when, just as she left the doorway of her room, her body collided into Chloe’s - the woman having been making her way along the corridor. Beca froze as Chloe also let out a yelp of her own and the two women stood awkwardly before each other.

“I uh…” Beca began, peering at Chloe through the dim light - the only light coming from the moon that was almost full, and shining through the main window along the corridor of the LA home. She saw Chloe looking at her expectantly and that was when Beca realised she probably needed to say a bit more, “…I was wanting to…not apologise but…ask if everything’s okay…since I kissed your cheek.”

She noticed the way a small smile graced Chloe’s beautiful face, the redhead still only stood mere inches from Beca. The atmosphere around them was palpable, and although Beca maintained her eye contact with Chloe’s eyes, she noticed how her best friend’s chest rose and fell quite quickly.

“Yeah.” Chloe croaked quietly before clearing her throat, “I was actually coming to see you to, um…” Beca watched as Chloe pursed her lips together, then drew her eyes up to the ceiling, as though the words she was looking for would be written up there, “…well…” Beca could feel her heart thumping harder and harder against her chest. Her mouth hung open slightly. Her breathing increasing while Chloe finally brought her eyes back down to look into Beca’s, “…I felt bad about not kissing you back.”

A small smile washed over Beca’s face fleetingly, amazed that Chloe would ever consider wanting to kiss her in the first place, “Oh.” was all she replied with. It wasn’t really a formed word. More like a light grunt or noise that could’ve resembled the word had she not have been so distracted with the way Chloe was looking at her affectionately.

It happened as though in slow motion, and Beca watched through the low light as her best friend slowly leant her face towards hers and kissed her softly on the cheek. The kiss lingered, and Beca’s breath caught in her throat. There was an intimacy here unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. And she was experiencing it with Chloe.

The redhead pulled her face back by an inch, the two women looking into one another’s eyes, trying to see if there was any indication that the other might not want what was about to happen. But neither of them was stepping back or turning away. This was everything they’d wanted. Everything they’d secretly craved.

Beca’s breathing was shallow as her eyes drew their way down to Chloe’s lips and she saw the way Chloe’s tongue slid along them once, almost as though trying to entice her. She felt the redhead’s breath gently washing over her face. And Beca felt numb with nerves and excitement.

Ever-so slowly, Beca and Chloe drew their faces together and shared a gentle kiss. It were as though time had stopped. As though the home they stood in seeped away from around them. Nothing, nothing mattered more to them right now than the other.

They naturally broke the kiss with as much caution as when it had first been made, and they parted their faces by a few inches to take in one another’s reaction. Beca grinned while Chloe let out a silent chuckle.

“Wow, I…” Beca whispered, pausing to swipe her tongue across her bottom lip for a moment to taste what she suspected was Chloe’s peach flavoured chapstick. It made her heart skip a beat. Chloe had fucking kissed her!! “…I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time.” she added with another whisper and Chloe smiled back brightly, nodding gently.

“Me too.” came the whispered reply, and there was a brief pause while Beca and Chloe came to a mutual realisation that the other had wanted this all along too.

Beca swallowed loudly as she felt Chloe slip her hands around her waist, and a calm wave rushed over her body when she heard her best friend whisper, “You’re not really gonna make me sleep in that spare room tonight, right?”

And Beca grinned, bringing her own arms around Chloe’s body, drawing the tip of her nose up and down the woman’s nose affectionately, muttering a low yet confident, “Definitely not.”

anonymous asked:

Bechloe angst filled prompt :))) like they get into a fight. Make it tearful.

straight up savage (and nondescript), anon. 

but also this is very on-brand for me, thank u.




i loved you in secret

summary: “the home where my heart lives” or something like that. all couples fight. post pp3.

word count: 1537




“So that’s it?” Chloe demands, throwing her purse on to the ottoman by the front door. “You’re just going to let them walk all over you?”

Beca feels the beginning of a headache start – more frequent ever since her newest publicist came on board. “Chlo, can we talk about this tomorrow?”

“Beca, you’ve been so unhappy since she started working with your team.” The venom in Chloe’s voice is not lost on her.

Beca shrugs out of her jacket. “I’m not unhappy.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not entirely the truth too. Beca’s career is consistently on an upward climb and the recognition of that fact prompts more execs to eye her with more scrutiny. The first aspect of her life to fall victim to the image change was her wardrobe where she barely managed to hang on to her leather jackets.

The second was her relationship with Chloe.

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kamen-rider-zed  asked:

Chlonath 6 please!

“I was not expecting this,” Nathaniel breathed, licking his lips.

“Are you complaining?” Chloe asked, eyebrow raised.

“N-no! I just…why?”

Chloe pursed her lips and brushed his long hair out of his face. “You have pretty eyes.”

“You decided to pull me into this closet to make out because I have pretty eyes?”

“Your ass isn’t bad either.”

Nathaniel swallowed loudly. “Thank you?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “I saw the picture you drew of me earlier. It was pretty, you’re pretty, I decided to kiss you. That’s literally all the thought that went into it, Kurtzberg.”

“Okay,” he nodded.

“Can we keep kissing now?”

“Yes…wait!”

Chloe pulled back annoyed.

“Uh, one more thing, which picture did you see exactly?” he asked nervously.

“I don’t know. It was just a picture of me. I think I was in a blue dress or something.”

Nathaniel visibly deflated in relief. “Oh good, that’s really good.”

Chloe nodded and leaned back in. “Wait, what do you mean which picture did I see?”

“No-nothing!”

“Did you draw another picture of me?”

“Of course not! That would be weird.”

“Kurtzberg.”

Nathaniel fumbled behind his back and found the door knob. He twisted it and stumbled backwards through the opened door. “Uh, better get going. Thanks for the lips and the kissing. Later see you I will!” His face as red as his hair, he spun and marched away.

“Damn it,” Chloe swore. “I think I have a crush on that stupid tomato.”


I was just thinking I wanted to write some more Chlonath soon and here came @krzed into my inbox at just the right moment! <3

If you want to see a drabble with your favorite characters, send me a prompt from this list and I will get to it when inspiration hits!

Pillow Talk - Bechloe (1/?)

So I’ve wanted to write Bechloe and finally got the courage to do so. I hope this is okay it’s really short and really rough but I hope this will stem more Bechloe inspiration in my head. Let me know what you think!

“Beca…?” Chloe whispered and Beca froze. The brunette wanted to play it off that she was asleep but a sniffle escaped from her and cut the silence.

“H-hey.” Beca breathed out as she struggled to wipe all traces of her tears away. Beca hopes she was being inconspicuous about it but deep down knows that she was just awkwardly obvious about it instead. She flinched when she suddenly felt a familiar touch on her shoulder before relaxing into it.

They shared a studio apartment together with Fat Amy, but Fat Amy got her own bed while Beca and Chloe cuddled up in another. It’s been months since they started this arrangement but Beca still finds her palms sweaty from nervousness laying next to the beautiful red head every night. Chloe naturally engulfs Beca in a cuddle in her sleep but what she doesn’t know is that Beca is awake when she does it. Since her and Jesse broke up, Beca has trouble sleeping but the redhead’s touch always relaxes her to sleep. She would never tell Chloe how much her hugs mean to her. She was never good with showing emotions and that includes hugs. And because of this Chloe removes herself from Beca before she wakes up so she doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” Tonight was different. Beca was up late as per usual, scrolling through her Instagram timeline when a picture of her ex boyfriend pops up with a new girl kissing his cheek. She didn’t want to care, she tried to convince herself she didn’t care but the tears said otherwise. Because while he was off living his dream life in California, she had her supposed dream job which turned out to be the actual worst.

“Y-yeah. Totally.” Her voice shook with weak confidence. Chloe pursed her lips in thought as the brunette still had her back to her. “I mean why wouldn’t I be? I have the job I’ve always wanted and I’m living with my two best friends in this…cozy apartment.”

Beca didn’t want to complain about the apartment because as shitty as it was with all their stuff piling on top of each other, she wouldn’t have wanted to suffer through it all with anybody else. But Chloe could hear past her lie and Beca knew it so she finally flipped over to face her baring all the vulnerability that lies in her tear soaked face.

“Why didn’t he want me, Chlo? I tried so hard not to like him but I liked him and he ran off to California.” Chloe sighed as she wiped the tears from Beca’s face.

“He had to follow his dreams sweetie, and you had to follow yours. That isn’t anybody’s fault.” Chloe has only seen her like this a few times before. At first she wasn’t sure what to do, she didn’t think Beca was capable of crying.

“I hate my job! I hate it so much. I fix giant piles of turd for a living. And on top of that I’m now on the path of lonely old lady living with her 27 cats!” Beca poured and Chloe just chuckled lightly at her.

“I hope you name the ginger cat after me.” Chloe quipped as Beca let out a weak laugh.

“I’m sure the ginger one will be the one that follows me in the bathroom and watches me shower.” Chloe opened her mouth in fake shock before hitting Beca in the arm.

“You were singing my lady jam, you can’t hold that against me!”

“I’m never letting you forget it for the rest of our lives.” Chloe rolled her eyes at the brunette but then smiled at the fact that Beca was finally smiling too. Seeing her face light up was everything and she couldn’t stop herself from pushing a loose strand of hair behind the brunette’s ear.

“Hey Bec?” Chloe whispered. Beca felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest with how close they were.

“Yeah, Chlo?” Beca breathed out.

“Everything is going to be okay.” The redhead cupped her hand over Beca’s cheek and Beca melted into it as her breathing became shallow. As she felt Chloe’s breath on her lips she wondered when did they get so close together…

Suddenly a creak echoed in the room and a snore from their blonde roommate erupted through the silent air. Fat Amy always makes her presence known, even in her sleep. Beca and Chloe looked at each other for a few more moments before bursting out in giggles, covering their mouths with their hands in an attempt to not wake up their roommate.

They didn’t say anything else that night, but Beca turned back around to hopefully fall asleep. Her tears were replaced with a smile and her thoughts of her ex boyfriend were now replaced with thoughts of the beautiful redhead that laid next to her. She wondered what would have happened if Fat Amy didn’t break their bubble. She didn’t know but the possibilities made her stomach flutter with butterflies.

Chloe’s arm made her way around Beca, spooning her and Beca smiled. This time she grabbed her hand and held her close in hopes that she can wake back up to this. Maybe she won’t die alone with 27 cats. She sees her future with just 1…hopefully a curious little ginger.

We can navigate the stars back home (Sam DrakexReader)

Note: Takes place after the last chapter of Uncharted: The Lost Legacy

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“So…anyone has a plan on how to get back?” Sam slowly gets up from his spot on the ground, stretching his arms up for relief.

“Where’s the 4x4?” Nadine looks around, a questioning gaze is directed towards the other.

“Asav’s men blew it up, had to run here.”

“Well that’s certainly convenient.”

“I say we walk,” Chloe pushes herself up from the ground, placing her hands on her hips. “We could use the exercise.”

“We’ve been running for god knows how long all day, I’m done with the exercise!”

“You saying you can’t keep up with us, Drake?” Nadine taunts, a smirk on her face. “I guess retirement’s calling your name.”

“Is that a challenge, I hear?”

“It is if you can handle it.”

“Well then, on-”

“Alright children, stop fighting.” Chloe starts walking ahead of the two, observing the beautiful surroundings around her. “Time for us to-” She halts in her tracks, spotting something peculiar from far away.

“Shit, there’s still more them?!” Sam quickly takes his gun out, as a 4x4 heads their way. The three of them take cover from whatever debris they could find.

“Is it more of Asav’s men?” Chloe questions, she hears the engine stop and the sound of someone hopping off of the vehicle.

“On my cue…” Sam mutters before signaling towards the intruder. As they all stand up and point their guns, the three are met with an unsurprised look.

“Hello ladies…and Samuel.” She greets them, nonchalant about the guns pointed at her. “I’m betting you had a pleasant trip?”

“(y/n)?!” Sam drops his stance and trudges towards the latter. “What are you-how? Jesus, we could’ve shot you!” He places his hands on her shoulders, still trying to piece things together in his head.

“I tracked your phone down at first but I lost the signal. Good thing I heard a huge explosion at the bridge,” (y/n) emits a chuckle at Sam, who had his mouth was hanging slightly open. She caresses his cheek, closing his mouth while at it. “Close your mouth, Samuel. Don’t want any insects to fly in.”

“Still, I thought you were meeting a client. Weren’t you-”

“It was cancelled. Can’t really get anywhere since the Indian army’s constantly patrolling the area. But on the bright side, I did manage to bargain some gorgeous fabrics in the flea market.” (y/n) glances behind Sam, smiling at the two of them.

“Oh right. This is-”

“Chloe.” (y/n) cuts him off, greeting the said woman with a warm smile.

“(y/n).” Chloe returns the smile with a glint in her eye.

“Nadine.” (y/n) nods off towards her direction, as Nadine greets her as well.

“(y/n).”

“It’s been a while, having fun without me?” (y/n) crosses her arms, pulling off a hurt look at Chloe.

“Couldn’t really bother someone who’s busy being a designer, now could I?” Chloe purses her lips, before quickly tackling the other in an unsuspecting hug. “It’s been a while, love.”

“A long while indeed,” (y/n) chuckles, wrapping her arms around the brunette. Chloe joins in on the laughter.

“Heard that you hit it off with Drake, of all people.” Nadine interrupts the both of them. (y/n) lets go and faces the latter with a smirk. “Didn’t believe it at first but I guess it’s true.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? And what-what’s going on here? (y/n), you know these two?” Sam looks at her, his brows furrowed downwards in confusion. “Can someone explain something to me?”

“Well, Chloe and I, we go way back. When I still had the time to go hunting for treasure.” (y/n) places a finger on her chin, “It was Shambhala, if memory serves me right. Our first hunt together.”

“Shambhala is correct,” Chloe nods off.

“And Nadine, well…a couple of incidental meetings, and later on I became her source of information.”

“Information?” Sam questions, laying an arm around (y/n)’s shoulder.

“Information.” (y/n) repeats once again. “Anyways, we can continue the chitchat on the way back. Now, hop on.”

“Where did you get a 4x4 anyway?” Chloe takes a seat at the back, with Nadine doing the same thing as Sam takes the front seat.

“Borrowed it from the Indian army, I’m sure they won’t miss it.”

“You stole from them?!”

“Oh relax, they have tons of 4x4’s. They won’t even know that one is missing.” (y/n) lifts her sunglasses up with her finger. Her eyes directed at the makeshift route she was taking. “I almost forgot. Chloe, Nadine, I brought you some clean clothes. They’re in the trunk. There’s a medkit and water bottles as well.”

“You are a lifesaver,” Chloe sighs in relief. She helps Nadine with the trunk, handing a bottle at Sam.

“What about me? Did ya bring me some clothes?”

“You call those hideous Hawaiian shirts of yours ‘clothes’?” A look of disgust is clear as day on (y/n)’s features, Sam looks at her with widened eyes. “One day, I swear I’ll burn them all when you aren’t looking.”

“That hurts, (y/n). Those shirts are pretty ama-”

“If you continue what you’re saying, you’re going to walk all the way back home.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Sam zips his mouth in an instant, craning his neck towards the view before him.

“So, a designer huh?” Nadine closes the cap of the water bottle, tossing it back into the trunk. “And here I thought you’d still be out there adventuring, looking for lost treasure, making history.”

“The high is nice, but I’d rather not do the whole adventuring thing 24/7. But if you do get another interesting treasure hunt, I’ll be available.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Nadine chuckles lightly, a small smile on her lips.

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“O-Ow! Jesus, take it easy! It hurts, you know!” Sam tries to move away from (y/n), not liking the burning sensation from whatever it was that she was applying to his wound.

“For pete’s sake, Samuel. It’s not that painful, just slight prickling.”

“I feel like my skin’s about to fall off.”

“You’ve climbed on top of cliffs, swung across mountains, and engaged in active war zones, and you’re complaining about me cleaning your wound?” (y/n) raises a brow at him, taking hold of his arm to finish up the bandaging.

“Hey, it really does hurt! Whatever that liquid shit it is you’re pouring…”

“Hydrogen peroxide,”

“Yeah, that.” Sam reiterates. “Either way, it hurts.” He turns away from her, (y/n) could swear that he was pouting like a kid.

“Samuel.” (y/n) calls out but the latter decides not to hear her out. “Sam.” He turns to you with a pointed look on his face.

“What?”

“I’m glad you’re alright,” A smile makes its way, and his lips turn upwards. Sam sighs, tucking a strand of (y/n)’s hair behind her ear before placing a kiss on her forehead. He laughs as her face starts to flush with red, but stops when he feels her soft lips on his.

“I still hate those Hawaiian shirts of yours though…”

Fibonacci (Chloe/Nathanael)

AN: For @dudettte‘s b-day! Sorry this is a little rushed but I saw the APB for ChloNath and had to fill it because the world can never have enough ChloNath! Happy birthday!


“Is that anime?”

Blinking, the redheaded five year old glanced up at the voice from behind him, flinching a little under her intense, blue eyes.

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amdiazh  asked:

Hi! Can you write a bechloe one shot were Chloe changes her hair to blonde and beca freaks out but she actually really loves it? I saw a social media snap chat au about it and I thought it could be a great idea :) beca was like, “I kissed a blonde chick and I liked it” and “what happened to my soulless girlfriend?”

Thanks for the cool prompt! Here goes :)


Chloe had to dye her hair blonde for a three-month shoot. Beca was fine with it when she told her. A little bit surprised and hesitant, but otherwise fine, and perhaps even curious. 

The day she goes to the hairdresser’s is also the day Beca gets her wisdom teeth taken out -she’s a late bloomer- and Chloe has to pick her up from the clinic after her own appointment.

“Mrs. Mitchell, your wife came to pick you up,” the nurse informs Beca as she walks into the recovery room, Chloe following close by.

“Hi baby!” Chloe greets brightly, striding to Beca’s bed with a cautious smile. Beca blinks up at her lazily, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

“ ‘S not my wife, nurse,” she slurs out, sitting up slowly, eyes unfocused. “My wife has red hair.”

Chloe stifles a giggle. This is bound to be interesting. “That’s me, silly. Remember I had to dye my hair for a role? I went to the hairdresser’s today.”

Beca looks up to the ceiling, remaining that way for several seconds in thought, while Chloe stares at her, amused. She turns back to tell the nurse she’ll take it from here, having a feeling this might take a while. Eventually, Beca shakes her head and blinks twice in slow succession.

“Did it hurt?” Beca asks her then, and Chloe’s brows furrow. She feels like she should be the one asking Beca that question, given the fact that her wife has just had surgery.

“What did, babe?”

“When you fell from heaven,” Beca adds with a lopsided smile and a disastrous half wink that make Chloe wonder how she married such a dork. She’s kind of disappointed Beca went for the most used pick-up line in history, though.

Chloe decides it’s a too good opportunity to pass up. Her eyes narrow teasingly, but reigning that smile in turns out to be really difficult.

“Are you hitting on me?”

Beca shrugs, throwing Chloe a side look. There’s a definite blush on Beca’s cheeks as she tucks her hair behind both cheeks. “Maybe.”

Chloe cocks her hip and props a hand there, raising an eyebrow. “What about your wife?”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Beca stage whispers with a hand cupping her mouth, as if they weren’t already alone and this needed to remain a secret. “Besides, she wouldn’t be mad.”

Chloe hums in curiosity. “She wouldn’t?”

“Nah, ‘cause you’re the most beautiful thing that ever graced a face of the earth.”

The adorable overload is too much for Chloe, who eventually breaks character and leans in to press her lips to Beca’s cheek. Beca flushes magenta, a string of incoherent things leaving her mouth as she ducks her head in embarrassement.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Chloe exclaims, opening the purse hanging from her shoulder to retrieve a square box. “You had to take all your jewelry off for the surgery, so I kept your rings safely in here.”

She grabs Beca’s hand and slides both rings -a princess cut they chose together after Beca proposed and a simple, white gold band when they got married three years ago- onto Beca’s finger.

“Woah,” Beca exclaims as she lifts up her hand to zero on the rings. She stares at Chloe then, slightly bug-eyed. “We haven’t been on a date yet, don’t you think we’re moving a little too fast?”

Chloe rolls her eyes and wraps an arm around her wife’s shoulders to help her up. “C’mon, goof, let’s go home.”

“Are you really my wife?” Beca inquiries a while later as they step through the clinic sliding doors towards the car. The brunette is looking down at their linked hands in wonder. “Like, is this real life? Did I really land a chick as hot as you?”

Chloe laughs, fighting off an unusual blush herself. She squeezes Beca’s hand, pressing her car key with the other to unlock it. “Yeah, you did.”

“I must have great game.”

It’s not directed to Chloe but more likely from Beca to her inner-self. Chloe hums in approval, grinning at the exhange. She wishes she had filmed the whole thing to be able to embarrass Beca for a few years.

“You’re not too bad.”

“Hey,” the shorter woman whispers into her ear as they stop near the car. Chloe turns to face her, draping her arms over Beca’s shoulders while Beca’s hands rest on her waist, palm curling naturally around her hips.

“What is it?”

Beca doesn’t say anything, instead stands on the tip of her toes and presses her lips to Chloe’s in a soft, brief kiss. Beca pulls away, resting her forehead against Chloe’s. A smirk slips onto her lips.

“I kissed a blonde chick and I liked it.”

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Beca wakes up a few hours later with her head pounding and the back of her mouth on fire. She moans, trying to roll onto her back, almost falling flat on the floor in the process. She catches herself before she can roll off the couch, gripping the armrest.

“Ugh,” she mutters, bringing both hands up to massage her temples. “Chlo?”

Her voice comes out hoarse and gravelly, like she smoked a pack of cigarettes. She clears her throat and sits up slowly, head swimming with dizziness.

“You’re up!”

The bright voice makes her head snap to the left, in time to catch her wife striding to her with a smile. Her blonde wife. Like, blonde, blonde.

“How are you feeling?” Chloe asks, coming to a stop in front of Beca. She lies a hand on Beca’s forehead to check for any fever, trailing her fingers down Beca’s jaw lightly.

“Everything hurts,” Beca mumbles, moving to lie back down. She blinks up at her wife with a frown. “You’re still blonde.”

“You remember?”

“Vaguely,” Beca replies, trying to get rid of the dryness in her mouth. “Did I hit on you?”

“You hit on a version of me,” Chloe responds with a smirk, sitting down on the coffee table. “Said your wife wouldn’t be mad because I was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Apparently that meant you were allowed to.”

Beca screws her eyes shut. “Oh, no. I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Chloe asks, moving to sit beside Beca. She reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind Beca’s ear. “I took it as a compliment. Besides, I know you would never cheat on me, high or not high.”

Beca grasps Chloe’s hand before it goes away, pressing her lips to her palm in silent agreement. The amount of trust Chloe holds for her warms her insides.

Beca reaches up to rake her fingers through Chloe’s blonde hair.

“You like it?”

“It’s alright,” Beca says, twirling a strand of it around her finger. She realizes that answer is a bit poor. “I mean, yes, I like it. You’re beautiful regardless of your hair color anyway.”

“Aw,” Chloe coos, dimples appearing as she smiles. She bends over and kisses Beca briefly, sweetly. “Thanks, babe.”

“You’re going to dye it back to red after the shoot, though, right?”

Chloe raises an eyebrow, linking her fingers with Beca, thumb grazing the brunette’s knuckles. “You want me to?”

Beca shrugs. “I don’t know. I might get used to it.” The more she looks at it, the more it grows on her. “It is kinda hot.”

“Yeah?”

Beca winks, pulling Chloe down on top of her and capturing her lips for a much more thorough kiss.

“Definitely,” she makes a noise of approval in between nips. “I might be even more convinced if you keep kissing me like that.”

“You’re easy.”

“When it comes to you?” Beca asks with a smirk. “Always.”