"i gotta go show this guy how it's done" - beca

Summary: That tearful kiss shared between Stephanie and Emily wasn't their first—and it certainly wasn't their last.

Author: @aliciameade

Off the @rpfunstuff prompt of “imagine your otp living across the street from each other and both can see into the other’s bedroom window” and at the desire of @bechloe-beatchell.

This story is most definitely going to be Rated M. And it’s an AU.

Beca likes her new house.

No, that’s not accurate.

She loves it.

It’s hers. She’s worked her ass off for a decade and she’s a homeowner at twenty-eight. It’s not the mansion some of her producing peers have, but it’s respectable for a single twenty-something first-time homeowner, and she knows she’ll get up into those Hollywood Hills eventually.

The neighborhood is nice, too. It’s lined with other single-family homes similar in size and design to her own white house with its gray roof and black shutters. Green boulevards and oak trees that arched from both sides of the street to meet in the middle and it was super domestic and “adult,” but she couldn’t splash down the bachelorette pad cash yet.

She’s standing in her yard - she has a yard now, that she’s going to have to mow (or pay someone to mow) - supervising the movers unloading the truck that toted her entire life across Los Angeles from her studio apartment to her two-bedroom house when she sees her presumed new neighbor bounce down the front steps and down the walkway to the sidewalk where they wait for the movers to cross with Beca’s couch. Beca can’t help but watch, wondering what type of people live in the area and this particular neighbor is…well Beca’s not blind; she has eyes. Her neighbor is pretty, at least from a distance, with wavy cinnamon-colored hair and a nice little figure that’s being shown off with white short-shorts and a sleeveless teal blouse and flip-flops and -

“Hi!”

genevieveherr via Instagram Story | May 17, 2025