the bellas rehearsal

Four Years and a Week

It starts off quite rocky for Beca but there’s a happy ending for our resident badass, don’t worry.

Word Count: 2421

Beca has never been a religious person. In fact, she’s the only one in her family that doesn’t believe in the big guy in the sky. Her father is religious to say the least, Beca has given him the title of ‘Ultimate Bible Basher’. He has never been accepting of her “lifestyle”, he says it’s just a phase. That’s what he said when she first came out to him back in high school. Since that day, it’s just a thing that has been ignored, the big, gay elephant in the room.

Eventually Beca couldn’t take it anymore- the passive aggressiveness, the snide comments, the fact that her own dad acts like she isn’t there, all because of who loves. So, one day Beca finally decided to come out one last time to see if he had changed is opinion. She chose a specific day. The day being when she left for Barden University. She thought “if shit hits the fan worse than before, I don’t have to see him anymore”. That was what she was repeating over in head to keep her from buckling. Her father was a little more less than pleased with what his daughter had confessed, again. That’s why she arrived to Barden in a taxi. She was happier this way. She has always felt alone. She wasn’t really the type to have friends, she tried to stay under the radar.

Even though Beca doesn’t agree with anything her dad has ever said to her about the ‘Homosexual Agenda’ and the fact that she has chosen to be a disgrace to God, it still gets to her. She finds ways of punishing herself for being who she is. She can’t help it, there’s one part of her brain which tells her everything is going to be okay, but another, the most overbearing, tells her that she doesn’t deserve happiness. Most of the time she blocks that voice out, but sometimes she can’t help but believe it. The only way to stop them is by silencing them.
It was a Thursday morning, the Bellas had their usual rehearsal that started at 8:30 and finished at lunchtime. Beca enjoyed being a part of the acapella group because she actually had some real friends. Beca doesn’t tell anyone her secret because she doesn’t want them to leave her like her one friend did in high school. She knows Cynthia Rose is out, but she can’t seem to follow suit and trust the girls, she knows it will be fine if she does, but Beca is still not okay with it so why would anyone else be.

She definitely wasn’t going to tell Chloe. She doesn’t want to cause awkwardness between them because Chloe is so hands on with her. She’s sure that Chloe’s that way with everyone so she doesn’t want to feel the odd one out. She doesn’t want any of that to change.

The rehearsal goes the same way it usually does. They go through choreography and discuss the competition, the normal stuff. But when they begin dancing, Beca can’t help looking at Chloe when she’s not looking. She tries her hardest to drag her eyes off of her, but Chloe didn’t help the situation by wearing her flattering yoga pants. Chloe knows people stare at her, she likes it. She said to Beca once that she’s “pretty confident about *all this*”.

There’s the voice again

Beca tries her hardest to ignore it but today it’s the loudest it’s been since being back at her dad’s house.

The rehearsal’s finally over. “We should go grab a burger. We’ve definitely earned it” Fat Amy suggests. “We haven’t done anything new today? You sat down for most of it.” Emily chides in. “I was making sure you were doing the right moves Legacy, after all, you did ruin the convention performance with those giraffe legs”. “That was NOT my fault, it was everybody’s. The props were totally unnecessary.”. Amy stands up. “Anyway, I don’t need to justify my need to eat a burger, but just so you all know, I did some vertical running back there and that deserves more than just a burger. I’m letting you off lightly.”. “Fine. Who else is up for something to eat?” All the Bellas but Beca agrees. “Thanks, but I’ve got to work on the set some more.” Beca said half-heartedly, everyone brushed this off as usual Beca behaviour, but not one certain redhead. “More food for me. I’ve got to live up to my name!” Amy cheered. The Bellas went their separate way to Beca. She went back to the house.

Beca finally got to her bedroom, dropped onto her bed, trying to sleep so the voice stops. Sleep wasn’t going to happen, so she decided to take a shower. “This usually works to shut that shithead up”. She gets undressed and stands under the warm water, feeling it roll off her skin, it’s soothing for a while, but the voice comes back.

She’s been here before. The same situation, the same deafening noise. She knows what she has to do to relieve herself of this pain. Beca braces herself as she turns the dial to scorching hot. The steam clouds her vision, she stands under the burning water until she can’t hear the sounds anymore. She gets out the shower, dries herself off, wraps the towel around her body and goes to her room to get dressed. She thought she was still alone in the Bella house, she was wrong. Chloe had come back because she had begun to worry about her friend that she couldn’t concentrate on her food. Amy was all too happy with her leaving early- “more food for me, thanks Ginger!”.

Chloe was sat on Beca’s bed waiting for her to come out of the bathroom, her face lit up when she saw Beca, but dropped when she saw her back. “Beca what happened?”. “I thought you was all out?”. “I was, but you seemed a bit off balance at practice today. I couldn’t keep my mind off of you, so I came back to check up on you. I’m glad I did, your back looks sore.”. “I’m fine I just had a hot shower.”. “We all have hot showers Becs, but that looks like you showered in hell!”. “I’m fine just let me get dressed…”. Beca goes to grab a flannel out of her closet and reveals old scars on her arm, without knowing, Chloe saw it. “Beca, what happened to your arm?” Chloe asked concerned for her. Beca looked down and realised that she unknowingly had her past on show. “errm, you know, I had a feral cat when I was growing up, and one day it sort of attacked me.” She smiled sheepishly. “Becs” Chloe got up from where she was sat and went over to Beca. “That sounds like a great anecdote, but is that true?”. Chloe cared for Beca, too much in the words of Aubrey, but she didn’t want to hear the answer which she knew was going to come out- “It’s fine I don’t do it anymore” Beca said, not looking at Chloe because she knew she’d feel something she shouldn’t. “Oh, Beca”. Chloe embraced Beca and there they stood, in that position, until Beca felt uncomfortable in just a towel. Chloe stayed with Beca the rest of the day. While Beca worked on her music Chloe was finishing her Russian Lit homework. Chloe kept glancing at Beca, who seemed a lot better than earlier, but she still wanted to stay so she wasn’t alone. She wasn’t going to push her to find out why Beca did this to herself. She wasn’t going to bombard her or bring it up until Beca did. Beca usually came around in her own time and spoke to Chloe.
The next day Chloe woke to find herself still on Beca’s bed, but with the space next to her empty. She went downstairs to find the usual noise and activities that ensued on a Friday morning- Fat Amy convincing Emily that “the way to a man’s heart is through is liver.” Emily didn’t look convinced. “The men in Little Rock fall head over heels for me when I make my jungle juice”. “It’s because you put a deadly amount of alcohol in it, that even the smell of it makes people drunk!” Beca shouts from the other room. Chloe follows Beca’s voice into the living room where she is sat in her usual position with her laptop on her legs, headphones round her neck; while Flo is listing all the exotic diseases she has had. Beca looks up from her phone and notices Chloe, she quickly puts her headphones on and turns the volume up high. Chloe stops in her tracks and decides to give her some space, she’s paranoid that that’s what Beca is planning on doing, avoiding her.

This same thing happens over the next few days, Beca walking into a room, Chloe being in there, she turning around. Beca eventually decided to stay in her room. Her excuse? “I need to finish the set before Christmas”. Chloe just let Beca wait until she was ready to talk about what happened that day.
A couple of days before Christmas break, Chloe woke up later than usual. Christmas is a very exciting and tiring time for her, especially when she has to constantly keep making cookies because someone *Fat Amy* keeps eating them. “Everyone is probably out shopping for their Secret Santa.”. She thought to herself. Chloe got hers a few weeks in advance, she made sure she had Beca, like she does every year. She layed in bed for a few minutes, revelling in the emptiness of the Bella house until she heard an unfamiliar voice getting louder. Her eyebrow quirked, she got out from her duvet, wearing her reindeer onesie, and went to the top of the stairs to listen out for anything else.

Beca thought everyone was out of the house, that’s why she agreed to meet her father at the Bella house, because she knew Sheila the Step Monster wouldn’t be there with him. She calls the house a ‘breeding ground for gays’. Her father came to reconcile with her because “after all it is Jesus’ birthday” and he told her that he has found the perfect church going man for his daughter if she agrees to come home and forget all about her “phase”. That was the breaking point for Beca. “For God’s sake dad! This is not a phase! This is who I am, I can’t change that.” She paused, thinking of what to say next. “You either have a gay daughter or no daughter at all. Your choice.”. “If that’s what you have decided then I guess we won’t be seeing you.”. Beca was a little shaken by his answer. She was looking for a little glimmer of hope that she would have a family again. But that wasn’t the case. He reached out his hand to shake hers, she didn’t move, he sighed and went to leave- “Goodbye Rebeca”. The door shut. Beca fell and held herself up on the kitchen island, gasping for air. She began to sob, her head in her hands.

Chloe ran down the stairs as quick as she could, she stopped, she held Beca. Beca didn’t care anymore about people knowing her secret because she has nothing left to lose, she just lost the only family she’s ever had. After Beca’s breathing had finally calmed down, Chloe holding her the entire time. Beca finally spoke. “How much of that did you hear?”. “I heard the tail end of it”. “So, I guess you know what’s wrong with me then” Beca mumbled, sniffling. Chloe made sure she looked her in the eyes, wiping away Beca’s tears. “There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with being who you are, and loving who you love!”. “That’s easy for you to say, you don’t have to deal with people talking about you, calling you names, all because you’re gay…” Beca looked down as she said it. “Why do you say that?”. “Well you’re straight. You’ve been with Tom since I was in Freshman year.”. Chloe began to laugh. “Beca, me and Tom were just shower buddies, and the last time I checked, I am certainly not straight”. Beca looked up so quickly she may have got whiplash. “What? You’re telling me that you aren’t into dudes?”. “Well, I am into men”. Beca almost did an ‘I told you so face’. “But I am also into women.”. Beca’s nose crinkled up. “So you’re telling me that you’re bi?”. “I guess that is what I am doing.”. “Why didn’t you tell me?”. “I thought you already knew, and I’m not really a huge fan of labelling sexuality.”. “How would I already know? You’ve never actually told me.”. “I guess that’s true, but I’m so touchy-feely with you, I thought you would’ve at least wondered.”. “I guess, but I didn’t know that you are into girls too. Did you know that I wasn’t into guys?”. “Oh, come on, it’s not that hard for you. I get that stereotyping is bad and all, but you wear flannel like all the time and-”. “Okay, okay, I get it.” Chloe starts giggling “So I guess that means everyone else knows.”. “Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks. The Bellas are practically all as straight as roundabouts.”. She nudges Beca on the arm. “Jessica and Ashley are basically married, Cynthia Rose is, well, Cynthia Rose, and Stacie and Aubrey are not so secretly getting it on. I guess you’re just blind about anything that’s going on around you.”. “Hey! I am not.”. “If you’re so observant, Miss Mitchell, how have you not noticed that I’ve been flirting with you?”. “What?! Are you being serious?” Chloe nods mischievously “Oh.”. There was a comfortable silence. Beca finally built the courage to ask what she had wanted to ask for a while. “Chloe Beale, will you go on a date with me?”. “Of course!”. “Next week?”. “Sure Becs. What difference will a week make compared to four years?” She smiled, kissed Beca on the cheek and slapped her ass as she skipped upstairs to get changed. Beca mentally kicked herself ‘Four years. She’s been flirting with you for four years you dumbass…’.

anonymous asked:

Fair enough to the no smut haha . How about a 32 Drabble of bechloe having their first dance at their wedding and beca being super nervous ?

Gahhh I’m so sorry this took so long!


“Keep your eyes on me,” Chloe said, her hands resting on Beca’s hips.

“But everyone is looking at us,” Beca said, her eyes darting everywhere.

“That’s because we just got married,” Chloe said, laughing as she slowly danced with her new wife.

Beca was right, everyone was looking at them. But Chloe couldn’t see them. She could only see Beca. Beca who’s bottom lip had been pulled between her teeth as she nervously looked around. Beca who’s brow was creased, and who’s cheeks were flushed. Beca who was more beautiful than anyone she had ever known.

“Look at me,” Chloe said, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. “Don’t worry about them.”

Beca smiled and nodded. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll just worry about not stepping on your feet for the next few minutes.”

“Well I did suggest we take dance lessons,” Chloe said.

“I got enough of those with Bellas rehearsals,” Beca said, shaking her head.

“Totally different style of dancing, Becs. I don’t think mermaid dancing will work here.”

“No?” Beca asked, an eyebrow raised. “You don’t want to try it out?”

“People will definitely be looking at us then,” Chloe said.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. We wouldn’t want them to see me do this,” Beca said, before leaning in to kiss Chloe.


“It happened during that night at the trebles’ party. Drunk Beca isn’t actually new for Chloe to deal with but she knew something was off when Beca had confessed something Chloe was concerned with. Beca had told Chloe that she just wasn’t having fun or should she say happy with Jesse anymore, something that already came to Chloe’s attention even before Beca told her about it. Beca was confused. Confused about her relationship with Jesse and her slight crush for Chloe which apparently isn’t just “slight” anymore but she didn’t tell Chloe about her little toner for her, not just yet. After Beca’s confession she had decided to just dance and drink the night away not bothering to think about the decision whether she should break up with Jesse or not. On the other hand, Chloe was more concerned about Beca’s decision than Beca herself. She was going to ask the brunette if she still loves Jesse or not but with Stacie’s invitation to dance with Amy and Flo, Beca was away shaking her body with the rest of the Bellas and Chloe could not be more concerned about her bestfriend for 4 years. She had decided to take another drink from the bar when she sees Beca dancing with the Bellas, she smiled and her gaze lingered on the brunette but she quickly snapped back to her senses and shook her head knowing she’ll just be a friend maybe forever. Just friends. Forever. Sure, she has a toner for the badass DJ but it shouldn’t exist because the DJ has Jesse and even though she knew the fact that Beca is in the verge of breaking up with him, that didn’t give her any hope. Because for sure Beca will be heartbroken when that happens because she has been with this boy for nearly 4 years damn it and Chloe wouldn’t dare to try to develop the toner she has for the brunette because she’s her bestfriend and Chloe didn’t want their platonic bond to be broken. She just isn’t sure if Beca feels the same way.

Keep reading


“Why the tears, pretty lady?” Donald asked, sitting next to you in the courtyard.

You had just been kicked out of the first Bella rehearsal, just because you were dancing with Donald at a party. They had said no sleeping with the Treblemakers, but you didn’t think that involved just dancing too. It was completely innocent. But Aubrey wouldn’t listen.

“Hey, tell me what happened,” Donald said.

“They kicked me out of the Bellas,” you said, wiping your tears on your grey shirt. You could see mascara staining your sleeve, you could only imagine what you looked like.

“What? Why?”

“Because I was dancing with you at that party, Aubrey thinks you guys are like, the antichrist, or something. I don’t even know, I just feel so little. She screamed at me as if I’d betrayed her trust,” you said.

“Come over here,” he said, opening his arms. You looked skeptical. “What are they gunna do? Invite you back to kick you out again?” He laughed when you giggled and hit his chest.

You leaned over, and let Donald pat your back, and he kept whispering how everything was okay, and that you deserved better anyway. After a while you calmed down.

“If they can’t handle how awesome you are, then you don’t need them anyway.” Donald smiled at you.

“How do you know how awesome I am?”

“I could tell you were absolutely special from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Jessley is REAL: A post with sucky gifs

Upon my upteenth rewatch of Pitch Perfect 2, I am 100% convinced that Ashley and Jessica are actually a couple and nothing anyone says will convince me otherwise.

They’re literally ALWAYS next to each other for almost the entire movie, with the exception of during routines and around three or four scenes when they’re not standing within a 3 foot radius of each other (and even during some of those scenes within a couple minutes they’re next to each other again. Like when the Bellas are walking into the staging area for the World Championship, Ashley is at the back of the group, but then she runs to catch up with Jessica and pats her on the back IT HAPPENED I SAW IT.)

I realize some people might argue that they’re always close together because they’re the two odd ducks of the Bellas, but honestly they not only are always close together but there are so many background moments of them doing couple-y things that I really seriously think they’re an actual couple. Here are some gifs of those moments (some super sucky gifs because I suck, I’m sorry).

#1. Stylish girlfriends walking arm in arm on their way to get suspended from collegiate acapella

Five minutes into the movie and already with the Jessley.

#2. Ashley leaning on Jessica during the Bella rehearsal huddle

Look how close together they are, no one else is standing that close together do “just friends” stand that close together during group huddles hmmmmmm? (Maybe they do idk.) They look super-duper comfortable with each other.

#3. Jessica turning around to wait for Ashley when Audrey starts shouting at the Bellas.

She doesn’t even just quickly look behind her to see if Ashley’s following, she literally turns all the way around and starts walking backwards to make sure Ashley’s there. Cue Audrey going “I see you Jessica!”

Yes. We all see you Jessica. We see you being super adorable with your girlfriend and we’re screaming on the inside.

(And by “we” I mean “me”.)

#4. Leaning on each other during “Back to Basics”.

They really do like leaning on each other, don’t they?

#5. The “I’m Jessica!” moment

They’re standing arm-in-arm again.

And let’s not forget the cutest Jessley moment (also one of the cutest overall moments) in the entire movie:

#6. Campfire cuddles.

I wasn’t able to make a good gif of the Jessley moment after the Bellas’ last performance, where Jessica runs to Ashley and they start hugging as the screen fades, but yeah that also happened.

Conclusion: Jessley is real.

Based on one of those “secretly dating” AU post thingies I saw floating around. Enjoy 

It wasn’t that Beca Mitchell was embarrassed that she was dating Chloe Beale.

In fact, that was about as far from the truth as humanly possible, because Beca was tempted just about every damn day to wrench the mic at the radio station away from Luke’s post-burger greasy fingers and scream it across the airwaves. To all five of their listeners, of course. 

Keep reading

Valentine's fluff

For you brittany-snodes because you were sad about the lack of bechloe Valentine’s fics! And also for you sweedledome for helping me out when I had a freak out last night. –

Beca paused her music and removed her headphones. Someone was throwing stones at her window, she was sure of it. She waited and a few seconds later there was the dull clunk of the stone hitting against the glass. She opened her window and looked down, seeing Jesse standing there, a boom-box now raised above his head.

“Jesse,” she said warningly as he pressed play. “What are you doing?” Titanium began playing, the music floating up to her window.

“I have a message from your Valentine,” he said, smirking at the look of horrified embarrassment on her face. “Don’t worry, it’s not me. Go to the Starbucks on campus and follow instructions.”

“What are you talking about?” Beca asked, confused.

“Just do it, Beca,” he said. “I feel like a bit of tool doing this.”

She shut her window and pulled on a jacket and her boots before leaving her dorm room. She hesitated before returning to her drawer and pulling out a small box. She shoved them in her bag and made her way to Starbucks. Upon her arrival she saw a trail of rose petals, leading her to a booth in the corner.

“Follow them, Beca,” Cynthia-Rose said from behind the counter. Beca followed them hesitantly until she saw who was sitting in the booth.

“Aubrey?!” Beca couldn’t keep the astonishment from her voice. “Are you-”

“No I’m not your Valentine!” Aubrey said. “I have some standards.”

“Thanks very much,” Beca said, mock offended.

“Just take this,” Aubrey handed her a take-out cup containing a gingerbread latte, “and go to the radio station.”

Once Beca arrived at the radio station, she saw Luke holding a bouquet of roses. Titanium was playing on the radio.

“They’re not from me,” he said, grinning at her.

“No,” Beca said, grinning herself. “I think I’ve figured it out.”

“Your final destination is the Bellas rehearsal space,” he said, handing over the flowers.

By the time she made it there, her heart was racing. Fat Amy and Stacie were waiting at the entrance for her.

“We’ve been told to take these from you,” Stacie said, taking the coffee and the flowers from her arms.

“You’re gonna need those hands shorty,” Fat Amy said with a wink. Beca pushed open the door. The room was lit by a few candles in the middle of the room.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” a voice said. Chloe stepped out of the shadows, a small timid smile on her face. “Surprised?”

“Well there was the constant playing of Titanium which I suppose in a weird way is our song. Then the gingerbread latte which is not only my favourite but has the word "ginger” in it. And all the roses because you’re a romantic bastard. I had a hunch,“ Beca said, tentatively putting her hands on Chloe’s waist. "I’m really glad my hunch was right.”

Beca reached into her bag and handed Chloe the small box. The redhead opened it and inside was a simple silver bracelet with the word ‘Titanium’ engraved on it. “I was going to give you this tonight but you went and out romanticised me-” Beca’s sentence was cut off when Chloe pulled her into a bruising kiss.

“You like me too then?” Chloe asked, a little breathless when the finally broke apart.

“Well duh,” Beca replied with an eye-roll.

Bechloe week

Day 2: Sick

Chloe never got sick. Not as a child or a teen. She wasn’t sick once during her high school career. In fact, she had perfect attendance from preschool all the way up to her junior year of college.

Senior year was a different story, especially with one Barden Bella by the name of Beca Mitchell who constantly showed up to practice with a sniffly nose. She spent many weekends in her apartment nursing a cold that year, and the same with her second and third senior year.

Her fourth senior year was a different story.

Beca got her sick around Thanksgiving, right after returning from break. Chloe woke up one morning with a headache worse than a hangover and a not so good feeling in her stomach, causing her to jump out of bed right away and make her way to the bathroom, not even noticing the brunette with a nose so red from constantly blowing into a tissue laying in bed beside her.

When she returned, groaning with her eyes closed and Advil in hand, she smiled at Beca before slowly crawling back into bed as she tried not to wake the woman.

Hours later, Beca woke with Chloes hair in her face, back pressed up against her front. The brunette smiled and moved one of the hands around the girls waist up to rub up and down her bare arm.

“Chlo,” Beca whispered. The girl next to her groaned in response. “Chloe, it’s one in the afternoon, wanna get some food?”

Chloe slowly rolled over and cuddled into Beca, trying not to shiver. She snuggled her head into Becas neck, breathing in the only scent that didn’t make her want to toss her cookies at the moment–Beca Mitchell’s Apple shampoo.

The brunette glanced down at her friend, noticing her paleness right away. “Hey, you feeling okay?” She brought a hand to her friends forehead and found it to be quite warm. Chloe shook her head no and tightened her grip around her friends waist, knitting her eyebrows together as a wave of pain hit her in the stomach. “You’re burning up Chlo.” The ginger just took a deep breath and snuggled closer to her friend.

“Soup,” she mumbled and Beca nodded.

“I know, I know. I’ll go make some Chicken Noodle Soup, sound good?” And the red head nodded once more, loosening her grip on Beca as she got out of bed.

“I’ll be right back,”

And no more than 15 minutes later, the woman was back, quietly sneaking into the room with a tray of soup, orange juice, and oyster crackers.

“How many times did you get up since I left?” Beca asked, carefully getting back into bed and helping the woman beside her to sit up.

“Three, and once to pee,” Beca nodded and handed Chloe the chicken noodle soup she made from the can. “Feed me,” Chloe whimpered, smiling weekly.

“You sound just like I did last week Chloe.” Beca giggled, carefully feeding her friend.

“You got me sick,” she said, her voice a little raspy as she ate.

Beca just nodded her head, realizing that sleeping in the same bed as her “sexy nurse” (she had taken to calling Chloe that on a day when she had a particularly high fever) was probably not the best of ideas. Even if it was just for warmth.

“Sorry about that,” Beca smiled and gave Chloe another spoonful. The ginger beside her weekly shrugged and reached for the cup of juice, taking a few small sips. “I’ll have you all better in no time,”

“You better, we have Bellas rehearsal tomorrow,” Chloe smiled. Beca just groaned and continued feeding Chloe the rest of her soup until it was gone.

“So, my sexy nurse,” Chloe said when she had gained some strength back.


“What are we doing now?” She wiggled her eyebrows before laying back down in the bed and pulling Beca with her.

“Sleeping and cuddling. You don’t have a choice,”

“But I’m the sick one!”

Beca just shrugged and kissed her friend on the forehead. “I’m the sexy nurse though, and what I say, goes,”

Chloe sighed and snuggled back into her friend. “Fine.” Beca smiled at this, wrapping her arms around the woman.

The Perks of Having a Gal Pal (2/?)

Beca is a famous musician/producer (really, we all knew it was going to happen), and Chloe’s America’s sweetheart as the host of a reality dance show. After four years at Barden denying that they were hopelessly in love, Beca’s having a hard time accepting the media’s refusal to acknowledge their relationship.

The driver pulled away from the Taco Bell take-out window, and Beca reached into the paper bag as her phone lit up with texts.

“You couldn’t have been a little less crude, Becs?” Chloe finally said between bites of their fourth meal. Her phone was lighting up too; the Bellas all seemed to have something to say about Beca’s little confession. “Like, you didn’t think your undying love for me was maybe better press material?”

Beca rolled her eyes, picking up a piece of lettuce that had fallen on the seat cushions and eating it. “Chlo, that wouldn’t have worked. I mean, I’m not even sure the whole sex comment worked, to be honest. By tomorrow the headlines will read: ‘Mitchell Dishes on Her Fav Sleepover Games with Buddy Beale’. We honestly have nothing to worry about.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Beca and Chloe lose touch for a few years and run into each other again. Can either be really awkward or like no time has passed. Both have established a career.

Beca breathed a huge sigh of relief, letting the air slowly puff out her cheeks as she walked, wincing, to the gym showers. She hated cardio and had just jogged five miles on a treadmill. She was out of breath, and her legs felt like lead.

Throwing her clothes off and wiping the sweat off her forehead, she stepped into the shower thinking of an uptight drill sargent that puked way too much. Beca found herself smiling like an idiot as the memories of her freshman Bella rehearsals came back to her. Posen was always a slut for cardio. She still was after all these years. According to twitter, Aubrey had just placed third at the first annual half-marathon held at her precious Lodge of Fallen Leaves.

At least, according to twitter.

Beca had lost touch with all of the Bellas other than Legacy, and she was only in touch with her when Emily wanted Beca to produce a track. Despite all the Bellas efforts to take down Beca’s walls, she had managed to push everyone away. She lost contact the summer after Worlds when it… when it happened.

She shook her head trying to literally shake the flashbacks of the breakup that invaded her mind away, but it didn’t work, so she shoved the shower nozzle upwards, and then she was hissing in pain as scalding hot water washed over her. “Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” She howled, hopping around as she turned the water temperature down.

The water did nothing to help her sore muscles either.

“Vertical running sucks,” she muttered to herself, leaning against the shower wall . Then, Beca laughed. She was laughing so hard her sides hurt at the mere thought of Fat Amy. She needed help. She was doubled over laughing in the shower talking to herself about horizontal running.

Then, the laughing just…stopped. Beca knew why she had felt off this past year. Her career was booming. Love Myself was in the top forty. She was even nominated for a grammy.

But she missed her weirdos. She missed Aubrey barking orders. She missed Cynthia Rose’s hilarious one-liners and Fat Amy’s antics. Stacie’s constant masturbation tips were annoying but endearing, and Flo’s positive outlook on life and death was always encouraging. She had taken Emily’s awkwardness and Lilly’s outrageous sayings for granted. Jessley moments (because she still doesn’t know which one of them is which, so she resorted to calling them Jessley) were always appreciated in the morning. Those two always seemed to be able to lift her mood. Maybe it was because they reminded her of two others.

Bhloe, her mind screamed at her. But she didn’t want to admit that Jessley reminded her of Bhloe, because Jessica and Ashley were together. Like together, together. And it was totally weird to be thinking that way about Chloe, so she pushed that thought away.

It was just that there was no denying she missed her Bellas, but it was clear judging by the the longing in her chest, that she missed one of them more than the others. Her hand brushed absentmindedly over her the fairly new ink on the inside of her right wrist– a small dime-sized lady bug was now forever drawn there. She had gotten it when she was shit-faced drunk but knew she would never regret it. Because it was Chloe. And it was stupid and dumb and totally cheesy, but she hadn’t seen her in over a year and apparently drunk Beca thought her grasshopper could not survive without its ladybug.

Beca found herself singing as she washed her hair. The thought of her new tattoo certainly had an effect on the song she started to sing.

“I’m bulletproof
Nothing to lose
Fire away
Fire away
You take your aim,”

A new startlingly familiar voice joined in harmonizing perfectly.

“Fire away
Fire away.”

Beca’s eyes snapped open, and she whipped around so quick, the back of her head hit shower wall. “HOLY FUCK!”

She found herself face to face with those Pacific blue eyes she spent her college years daydreaming about, but before she could even comprehend what was going on, she was being enveloped in a bone- crushing hug.

Chloe Beale, as naked as the day she was born, was up against Beca, completely up against Beca. Beca couldn’t speak. She blanked. Her mind wasn’t working. She gulped and leaned her chin against Chloe’s shoulder, taking her in. She was sure there was a goofy smile on her face as she listened to her friend giggle. That laugh. Oh, that laugh. It got her everytime.

What the hell was wrong with her?

“Bec?” Chloe released her grip on Beca to look her in the eye. “Beca, you’re trembling.”

“I-junk–” Beca took in Chloe. She didn’t look like she had aged at all. Her skin was a little more pale than the last time she had seen her, and her wispy red hair was shorter. She still looked like Chloe, but she was thinner. It looked like she had lost muscle. It was frightening to say the least. Beca’s fingers brushed Chloe’s bare arm, “Chloe, I–”

Great, now she was talking to Chloe like she was Kommissar. Ignoring Chloe’s extremely pervy grin, she took a deep breath, and bit her lip, “You’re so pretty,” she blurted. Well, that was way off. She was going for, “Are you okay?”

She was concerned for Chloe’s health. Chloe laughed, and wrapped Beca in another hug. “Dude, we’re nude right now.”

“I missed you so much!” She squealed, peppering Beca with cheek kisses that left the shorter girl breathless. They were nude. This was not okay. Just because she liked it does not make it okay. Holy hell, why was she liking her best friend kissing her naked in the shower? She was not turned on. Nope. No. That was definitely not a thing.

Get it together, Mitchell. It was just Chloe being, well, Chloe. That German lady must have really messed with her head. Realizing the shower water was still running, drenching the both of them, she turned it off, trying to forget the naked Chloe Beale in front of her.

“What are you doing in LA?” Beca asked, breaking up the assult on her face. Her eyes flicked down to Chloe’s lips, “I-I thought you were still in Georgia.”

“I’ve been here for six weeks,” she chirped. “I’ve got a job teaching music at the local high school. I didn’t know you went to this gym, though. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for months, Bec.” She sounded hurt, and Beca felt her stomach drop.

She had pushed everyone away after what happened with Jesse, what Jesse accused her of. She refused to believe him, and she just…ran–hurting people in the process. She tore her eyes away from Chloe’s superman blue ones and looked at her feet, trying not to think about the fact that she was having a casual conversation in the shower with her best friend, naked.


“You don’t have to explain anything,” Chloe said, brushing a stray hair from Beca’s face, “You’re here with me now, and you may be super famous, Mitchell, but I will be damned if I let you run away again.”

“It wasn’t because of my career, you know.”

She kept her eyes on her toes, but Chloe gently took her wrists, “I missed you…You know I think you’ve only gotten hotter with age.”

Chloe winked that stupid Beale wink, and Beca almost passed out. Almost.

“You’re so weird.”

“Awe,” Chloe said, her hand coming to her chest, touched. “I love you too.”

Beca smirked, letting out a chuckle, realizing her eyes were not on Chloe’s eyes. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks and looked away. Chloe made her feel like she was on fire and being shocked by electricity at the same time.

She felt Chloe tracing the inside of her right wrist. “Bec,” Chloe breathed, her eyes bearing hard into Beca’s.

Beca felt the tears coming up, and she didn’t dare look Chloe in the eye. “I-I really missed you….C-Can we please get out of the shower and talk?”

Chloe stepped forward and placed a lingering kiss on Beca’s left cheek. “Sure! We can go get coffee, and I’ll catch you up on all the latest lady jams!” Chloe grabbed Beca’s hands again and leaned in, her lips gently brushing Beca’s ear before whispering, “And maybe since you’re single, we can talk about my little regret…you remember what it was, right?”

Beca’s eyes went wide, and she could still feel the heat of Chloe’s breath on her ear. Not really sure she could speak, she gave a curt nod.

“I’ll be waiting up for you when you get done,” Chloe winked at her again, smacked her own butt, and walked out of Beca’s shower.

Beca stared hard after her. What the fuck just happened and why the fuck did she have the urge to grab Chloe, pull her back into her shower, push her up against the wall, and make out with her?

Maybe, Jesse was right. Maybe, she was more than just sexually confused. Maybe, she really was into girls and a little bit in love with Chloe Beale.


Send me prompts!:)