bechloe one shots

(aka Beca Mitchell reading thirst tweets)

"Could you be any less enthusiastic, sunshine?" Chloe muses, places a playful kiss on Beca's cheek. It's sloppy and sweet and the brunette is almost mad that even Chloe's teasing is painfully affectionate.

She exaggeratedly wipes it away, the image she has to keep up not allowing her to do anything but exactly that. There is glaring, too, but to Beca's absolute dismay Chloe simply chuckles as she watches her, almost adoringly so.

"Isn't that supposed to be your nickname?" Beca grumbles, raises her eyebrows in yet another annoyed gesture. She hopes it's enough to distract from the flush creeping up her neck, but Chloe's smirk widens and Beca is doomed. "Plus, I remember that some annoying redhead basically dragged me here. And now I'm supposed to act like I'm enjoying myself? Unbelievable."

It's their usual banter, all mocking and harsh, but somehow it causes their lips to curve upwards ever so slightly and Beca's 'I don't give a fuck - attitude' once again fades away when faced with red curls and adorable freckles. She supposes it could be worse, is still mad that she has to be here, that Chloe once again managed to convince her of how good of an idea this is. It's barely fair, that puppy look of hers. The one that screams 'jump' and Beca suddenly feels the need to ask 'how high?'.

The annoyance of this situatuon doesn't falter in the slightest, merely increases when some woman works on her make-up and all Beca can focus on is Chloe admiring her work in the mirror. Standing right behind her, that smug smile still plastered on her annoyingly cute face.

Beca wants to wipe it off of her face, perhaps with a hard and totally not romantic kiss, once she is sitting in front of the camera. 'It's going to be so much fun' she said, 'it's going to benefit your career', 'your fans are going to love it'. She trusts Chloe's words, still doesn't think it's something she necessarily needs to do when all she wants is to produce music in peace. Preferably in her dark room, without having to interact with people. This is a big deal nonetheless and so she's barely surprised when everyone except for her is already snickering excitedly.

Her stomach churns when some guy behind the camera yells 'action', after giving her instructions, and she nervously eyes the container with little pieces of paper in front of her before she manages to look up at the camera. "Uhh hi, I guess, I'll be reading your thirst tweets today."

She can hear Chloe laugh affectionately, rolls her eyes when everyone tells her to at least look like she actually wants to do this.

"Shut up, Beale," she mutters, before smiling at the camera. She'd never admit it, but one look at Chloe leaves her feeling somewhat more calm already. And so she tries again, even though she still deems this all incredibly stupid. And embarrassing. "Hi, I'm Beca Mitchell and today I'll be reading your thirst tweets."

She internally prepares herself for the worst as she takes one of the tweets out of the container, and yet the few words printed on the innocent looking piece of paper leave her staring with her mouth wide open, eyes bulging and cheeks red.

"I'm so not going to read this out loud," she mumbles, tries to avoid eye contact with literally everyone in the room. She's already cursing Chloe for this, deems her to a night on the couch and ignores how incredibly domestic that sounds, even in the privacy of her own head.

"Oh come on Becs, don't be such a prude," Chloe's words simply make it worse, don't spur her on in the slightest. They're humiliating more than anything and she feels her cheeks turning yet another few shades darker. "You're not usually like this."

And okay, maybe she should ban Chloe from this set altogether. She definitely deserves it for all of the chuckles she draws out of the producer as well as everyone else currently staring at her.

"Fine," Beca mumbles again, figures that she'll have to get going if she ever wants this nightmare to be over. Taking a deep breath, she looks back at the camera. And then she reads the tweet, desperately hopes that it's going to be the worst of the bunch, can't imagine the others to be more inappropriate than this. Doesn't want to. "Beca Mitchell looks like such a daddy tbh, I'd let her bang me into oblivion every day of the week."

Beca ignores, doesn't even dare to acknowledge, that it has obviously been written by a girl and the words come out as a nervous squeak even without regarding said thought and really, this is going to ruin her reputation as a badass. The one she had worked on for ages, the one Chloe melts away every time they're seen together. She clearly remembers Chloe telling her that this was going to be fun, but said redhead is the only one laughing now and Beca feels betrayed.

And, despite all of her hopes, the tweets somehow get even more inappropriate after that. Even more humiliating, harder to get out in front of a camera and definitely more thirsty. She knows now, why she never interacts with her fans, even though she has to admit that some of them are almost funny.

A rather stupid pun about DJs is what finally breaks the tension and that fact alone is more embarassing than every thoughtfully planned out fantasy she had to read out loud, had to think about and reply to.

It gets easier after that, as her previous nervousness slowly fades away and Beca almost feels comfortable in front of the camera, Chloe's encouraging looks more helpful than her amused chuckling and suggestive looks.

And Beca almost spares one of her rare, genuine laughs as she watches Chloe's face get paler with every second that she herself grows more confident. She's usually the oblivious friend, she knows, but she is very aware of what a jealous Chloe looks like, her furrowed eyebrows and the way her hands are balled into tight, angry fists giving her away easily. Pretending not to care about each other outside of the usual bounderies of female friendships really does dissolve that easily, Beca relishing how Chloe slowly falls apart and loses control the more inappropriate her answers get. Her replies to the thirsty tweets now playful innuendos opposed to previous, nervous stutters.

And just like that their dynamic changes, with Beca now being the one in charge. It's almost fun, she has to give that to Chloe.

"Whoever gets to tap that is one lucky guy," the next notes reads and Beca grins, although still nervous, her eyes locking with bright, blue ones. The smug words escaping her mouth so smoothly cause them to widen and Beca now almost feels proud. "Or girl."

She corrects nonchalantly, smirks when that only seems to rile Chloe up even more.

The tension hangs in the air, heavy and thick, despite all of this being almost too easy, in Beca's eyes. Her worry and disdain about the situation and whatever Chloe has gotten her into having dissolved way too quickly.

It's barely a surprise when it all comes crashing down on her, then, and the glare she shoots into Chloe's direction is destructive.

"You didn't," Beca mumbles in disbelief, eyes the little piece of paper in her hand more than once before she is completely sure. This tweet is definitely from Chloe and Beca wants to die. Wants to fight the blush grazing her cheeks, wants to simultaneously punch and kiss the redhead, anything to get rid of the fast thumping of her heart and the throbbing of it, that slowly wanders into entirely different regions of her body. Apparently Chloe likes to play dirty and Beca is in no position to do anything about it.

Chloe, not even doubting that she knows exactly whose tweet Beca is holding now, quickly seems to regain all of her usual playfulness, her stoic expression now getting replaced with one that is painfully smug. "I sure did. You should read it."

Beca doesn't want to, is aware that not regarding it at all will simply make it worse. And so she does as she ought to, reads it out loud and tries to act as though this isn't affecting her in the slightest. "All I want is for Beca Mitchell to sing my Lady Jam over and over again."

"Again, I mean. You already did." Chloe chimes in and Beca is too weak to fight the urge to groan, to finally hide behind her hands before she looks at the producer.

"You're going to cut that out, right?" she asks hopefully, pretends that their whole interaction isn't exactly what the fans want, what is going to give them even more views and and an equal amount of people talking about them. It's exactly what they had wanted to get out of this from the very beginning and Beca can already see it all over the internet.

"Never."

And so the video turns into something else entirely, turns into a dirty game of teasing instead. It's something the DJ can't believe is actually happening, and yet she can't let Chloe win that easily, decides to go all in.

"Please choke me, daddy Mitchell." Beca chokes out, composes herself in the very last moment when she spots Chloe sporting that beautiful look of jealousy again. It's ridiculous, really, but Beca still looks right at her as she replies. "Into choking, huh? Makes two of us."

There's a significant lack of response before most of the people in the room burst out laughing, feed into Beca's ego that grows and grows with every shocked and simultaneously hungry look that Chloe regards her with.

They wrap it up after a few more tweets and Beca barely has time to regret all of the terrible choices she has made that day when Chloe takes it upon herself to immediately act on whatever tension has been consuming the two of them. The redhead, apparently, deems a random bathroom to be a good enough place to do just that, pulls Beca in there and pushes her against the wall before either of them can properly think this through.

It's an action that would have surprised Beca throughly just a few hours ago, now suddenly seems like the appropriate thing to do.

"Um, Becs, do you really think that's a good idea-"

"I'm fine!" It's intended to sound calm and collected, comes out as a nervous shriek instead. One that causes Chloe to raise her eyebrows even higher, a skeptical smirk grazing her features already. Almost as though she's maliciously waiting for her to fall.

Beca knows that what she is currently doing isn't necessarily safe, is aware of how wobbly she is balancing on a toolbox, on their kitchen counter. Blaming Chloe for being worried doesn't seem fair, but it's also not her fault that Amy somehow happens to be the only one tall enough to reach the top shelf.

She's usually not one to indulge in such carefree and foolish activities, her demeanor serious and guarded more than anything, but Chloe's gaze on her isn't judging. It's amused more than anything, the smile on her lips teasing, practically spurring Beca on to keep going. And if it makes her grin like this, Beca thinks, she gladly will.

Chloe is craving a certain kind of cereal and Beca pretends to want it too, deems it an appropriate excuse to literally climb up on the counter and possibly hurt herself in the process of doing so. It's barely fair, how influential those blue eyes are.

Though it's the smile that causes her to slip, all dimples and breathtaking and suddenly she loses her footing, desperately holds onto the shelf. The dull pain rushes over her as soon as her head hits the counter with a loud thump and the smile responsible for all of this fades immediately. Chloe is frowning now and, eyebrows furrowed, she's next to Beca in less than a second, her concern obvious even in the way she brushes some strands of hair behind the brunette's ear so she can inspect the spot of impact properly. It's all gentle and loving and the sheepishness that should have taken over by now instantly gets replaced with the sudden need to rush forward and capture the other woman's lips with her own. They're so close.

Beca fears that if it wasn't for the stinging headache coursing through her body, she might have done just that. Another foolish act to emphasize just how incredibly skittish Chloe makes her feel.

"It's okay," is what she mumbles instead, unconvincingly so, grimacing in pain, still. "Really."

The statement lacks a certain sense of reassurance and Chloe is all over her for the rest of the evening, worries too much. Both of them sure that it's not a concussion, Chloe still takes care of her all night. It's almost embarrassing, how much comfort Beca finds in it, a roll of her eyes every now and then suggesting that she is annoyed more than anything. And yet an undeniably goofy smile finds its way onto her lips when Chloe brings her another ice pack, gently places it on her head, still cradles Beca as though she's the most valuable thing in the redhead's life.

Though if someone were to ask Beca later, she'd most likely blame it on the fact that Chloe is no doctor, can't possibly tell if she perhaps has a concussion after all. She supposes they make one feel giddy, cause one to admire a certain dimpled smile even more than usual. It's the only explanation for the way her stomach churns whenever soft fingers brush against her warm cheeks. The only explanation for the sudden nausea that seems to be taking over.

"Are you sure you're alright?" The words sound so incredibly caring coming out of her friend's mouth that Beca considers shaking her head just so she'll get to hear some more of them.

She nods instead, like she feels she ought to, doesn't want to be that much of a burden despite the throbbing of her head.

There's a response forming on her lips already, but its impossible to voice out loud when Chloe suddenly presses hers to her temple, gently, and blue eyes flutter close involuntarily. It's over before Beca can properly process the soft touch, one that a certain redhead insists will make it all better.

It's cute and Beca doesn't even try to fight it when her lips curve upwards yet again.

//

The sweet gesture is something that Chloe repeats more than once after that. It becomes somewhat of a habit, even, one that Beca relishes despite all of her efforts not to act the part.

It's soft lips gently brushing against every little and insignificant scrape Beca earns herself in the most mundane ways and when the brunette finds herself to be even more clumsy than previously thought, she can't find it in herself to actually care. She knows that Chloe, without a doubt, will be there to 'kiss it better'.

Telling the redhead that it doesn't help, that it's illogical and childish is merely a miserably failed attempt of trying to keep up all of the walls that Chloe has learned to easily look through. She can read Beca like an open book, if the discrete and victorious smirk she cracks every single time is anything to go by.

And yet it takes a painfully long time for Beca to reciprocate said ritual, on a movie night nonetheless. They're silly, really, because they actually live together now, but Chloe successfully manages to ignore any objections regarding the topic. Chloe loves her traditions and who is Beca to deny her those? Who is Beca to resist Chloe in a pajama, cuddled up on the bed next to her? Who is she to resist those blue eyes and the giddy smile that broadens notably whenever they get ready to watch one of her beloved Disney movies. The ones Beca still pretends to dislike. She has an image to keep up, after all, and no, The Lion King did not make her cry, no matter how often Chloe tells the story with that stupid, fond smile grazing her lips.

They order food on some nights, decide to cook on others. Beca doesn't mind anymore, has accepted that Chloe will always be the one doing the cooking while she herself has seemingly perfected the art of burning food to a crisp. The redhead usually bans her from the kitchen about halfway through, but watching from the living room doesn't seem like all that bad of an option either.

She can see it from there, too, when Chloe's knife slips and cuts right into her finger, the action accompanied by a loud hiss. There's blood everywhere before either of them can do so much as blink. Beca usually isn't overprotective, isn't too fussy about blood either, but Chloe definitely looks like she is in pain and the brunette has to do something. The panic in all of her movement is apparent as she desperately tries to find the first aid kit that she knows they have lying around somewhere.

Listening to Chloe reassuring her that everything is fine, over and over again, that it's just a little scratch, seems to be practically impossible when there's still so much blood. It's only once the redhead has rinsed it thoroughly and there's a bandaid on her finger that Beca feels like she can breathe again. Feels the worry and concern vanish slowly, a little less of it controlling her with every new smile that Chloe regards her with.

"You're cute when you worry about me." Chloe is all mocking and teasing and she knows exactly what it does to Beca, the flush creeping up her neck immediate even when she shakes it off with an awkward motion of her hand.

"Maybe I just didn't want you to bleed into our food," Beca mumbles nonchalantly despite her still heated cheeks. All of her efforts trying to hide said blush fail when Chloe merely snorts in response, doesn't believe one word her friend is saying, adores her grumpy demeanor nonetheless.

The whole badass facade falls apart seconds later anyways, when Beca hesitantly reaches for Chloe's hand, brings the injured finger up to her lips and presses a featherlight kiss to it. Avoiding the redhead's gaze while doing so, feeling incredibly vulnerable.

It's not sweet, not loving, not a sign that Beca finally starts softening up even more so than she already had. It's simply what they do, now, just another part of their friendship.

//

It's something that they keep doing even weeks, months later. It's something that even Beca does until there's absolutely nothing weird about it anymore. Until it's something as normal and incredibly necessary as breathing, as having Chloe around in the first place.

Though it's on a Sunday morning that everything comes to a grinding halt, that the normality of it all fades into something more dangerous.

It's not Beca's intention, by any means, to stare. To stare at Chloe when she once again leaves their tiny bathroom in nothing but a towel, her hair still wet and strong shoulders on display. Beca hasn't previously thought it to be something that actually happens, but somehow her eyes keep snapping up to Chloe from where she is working on her music and in the midst of things, she just so happens to bite her lips.

Hard. Until she can distinguish the familiar, metallic taste on her tongue. It's ridiculous, really, but then Chloe is looking right at her with this electrifying look on her face, one that makes her look like a mischievous predator more than anything and Beca doesn't even have time to wipe the blood away before the redhead takes a few steps closer, is suddenly right in front of her.

"I guess I'll have to kiss it better, huh?"

And Beca might not be an expert when it comes to female friendships, but even she can tell that this is crossing a line that they won't be able to come back from. It's not that she necessarily minds, is kind of unable to breathe, to move, to do anything but wait for the arrival of Chloe's soothing lips. To kiss it all better.

Chloe's lips are on hers in an instant and it almost physically hurts when she doesn't get the chance to slip into it, to close her eyes, to enjoy the way it all makes her heart beat so fast it might jump right out of her chest and into Chloe's lap.

Beca doesn't think Amy has ever witnessed their soft tradition, believes it to be just like her to barge into the room at exactly this moment.

It's something that almost angers Beca and yet she can only feel it rise in her chest when she turns around and notes how unfazed Amy actually seems to be. By all of this. As though this isn't something huge, something surprising, something that Beca now realizes is something she's been waiting for all this time.

"What's up, guys?" It's nonchalant, without any intentions of wanting to tease them and for the first time Beca actually misses just that. What's up?, she wants to ask, Chloe Beale just kissed me. Chloe Beale just kissed me and I think I might die if it doesn't happen again and why is no one surprised?

"Chloe just kissed me." And there it is. Two can play that game. It's not a big deal, after all. Right?

"That wasn't a kiss." Chloe manages to sound dismissing in the most gentle and playful way and Beca immediately realizes that's not all there is to this. There's more and blue eyes are practically begging her to ask. She does, despite the fact that it seems to hurt just a little too much.

"Oh no?" she asks, eyebrows raised questioningly. It's exactly what the other woman had wanted her to ask and Beca sees it in yet another, dimpled smile. In the mischievous gleam in her eyes.

Beca doesn't expect her answer to come in the form of soft hands pulling her closer, until there's no space left between them and their lips are touching again. Softer, this time, yet firm and passionate and deeper. They don't pull back as quickly as before, but when they do, after losing themselves in each other for way too long, Chloe's grinning at her.

"That, Beca, was a kiss."

for some reason yesterday’s one shot got deleted, but that gave me some time to add a lot of depth and make it more fun, somewhat smutty-ish (yes, that’s a word now) towards the end as well? it’s also a lot longer so that’s always fun. enjoy!

“You’re…alone,” Jesse states simply, eyebrows furrowed questioningly as he points at Beca who can’t help but roll her eyes dramatically. She knows, and he doesn’t have to remind her.

“Wow, Jess, thanks. That’s the first thing you tell your best friend when she shows up at your wedding? Really?” Her comment is snarky and sarcastic and Jesse laughs, then, shaking his head in amusement as a rather apologetic expression starts to slowly settle on his face.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that!” It’s his turn to roll his eyes when Beca playfully punches his chest in response and yep, he definitely deserved that. “But I mean, you told me you were going to-”

“Yeah, I know what I said.” It’s Beca’s signature ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ voice and Jesse knows better than to not respect that, drops the subject immediately.

Though Beca knows she can’t really blame him. She did tell him that she’d bring a date, after all, but then again, it hadn’t been her fault. Luke was the one who had cancelled, not her, he was the one who had called two days ago to tell her that he couldn’t show up. And Beca hadn’t really minded, still didn’t, considering there definitely hadn’t been any feelings involved. Not the romantic kind, at least, and apparently he had picked up on that.

And it’s only when Jesse grins at her, excitedly pulling her towards the other side of the room were Benji is waiting, bright grin matching Jesse’s, that she realizes how big of a deal it is that she hadn’t followed her friends advice and quickly looked for another date instead, replacing Luke simply so she wouldn’t have to show up alone. She hadn’t understood that mentality in the slightest but, looking around now, she realizes that Jesse hadn’t been lying, hadn’t been exaggerating when he had told her that everyone else was bringing a date, and that she was probably going to want to do the same.

And it’s not like she actually wants to date someone, not like that’s actually something she’s actively looking for at that moment in her life, but she kinda wishes she had brought someone anyways, just for the sake of not being alone, surrounded by happy couples that she can tell are already shooting her pitying looks.

She’s not surprised to see that Emily and Aubrey are there together, talking to Benji who they are still approaching at a fast pace and who is, just a few seconds later, almost tackled to the ground by his soon to be husband.

Beca watches them adoringly, can’t believe how incredibly lucky they are, but she also can’t help but laugh when she hears Aubrey mumble a quiet ‘children’ under her breath and her girlfriend proceeds to chastice her in a playful manner.

“I see you’re as mean as ever, Posen,” Beca grins teasingly, for once accepting both of their hugs.

She decides just to ignore their questions about why she’s there alone.

She notices her immediately, though she’s pretty sure everyone does, heads turning when she enters the room. Beca doesn’t know her, thinks she must be one of Benji’s friends that she just hasn’t met yet. And she can’t help but wish that he’d introduce them, drawn in by the woman who’s all dimples and bright smiles, the woman in the gorgeous red dress in between the countless of black ones, the whole crowd monotone.

There are so many thoughts running through Beca’s mind, some less inappropriate than others, but her heart stops at once when the stranger’s bright blue eyes meet her own from the other side of the room. There’s a playful twinkle in them, one that matches the redhead’s smirk.

“Uhhh earth to Beca?” It’s Stacie who makes her break eye contact and look away, finally able to breathe again when the other woman is nothing more but red, blurry as she focuses on the brunette in front of her instead. Though her friend’s expression isn’t any less playful, teasing, and Beca already knows what’s coming when Stacie opens her mouth again. “Mhh I think someone’s got a crush.”

Beca wants to protest, she really does, but words are hard when you can’t even think straight. Not that Beca ever does. “I-I…she-”

“She’s hot, yeah,” Stacie grins and Beca is pretty sure that she’s already blushing hard, her cheeks having adapted the color of a certain dress she wouldn’t mind seeing up close. Or on her floor. And Stacie knows, simply keeps talking when Beca doesn’t make any effort to do the same, her voice laced with smugness as she teases the other girl. “Like, really hot. You know, I might go for it if you’re not interes-”

“I thought you’re here with someone?!” Beca asks, perhaps a bit too fast, biting the insides of her cheeks to keep herself from being even more obvious.

“God, jealousy is such a fun-”

“I’m not jealous!!” Beca’s, again, a bit too fast, a bit too loud, and it makes Stacie laugh just a bit too much.

“Sure, Mitchell. Whatever makes you sleep at night.” She winks at Beca then, earning herself an eyeroll and a glare that just makes her smirk even harder.

“She’s probably here with someone anyways,” the smaller girl’s voice is barely above a whisper now, as if she’s scared the beautiful stranger might be able to hear her from the other side of the room. It’s ridiculous, but Stacie understands. “I mean, there’s no way she’s here alone…”

“You’d still do her though.”

Beca wants to punch Stacie, but a chuckle escapes her lips instead. There’s no way of denying it and they both know it.

“Shut up.”

Beca keeps watching her all night. She doesn’t approach her, even though she never sees her with someone who could possibly be her date, still doesn’t believe that a woman as captivating as her came alone. Their eyes keep meeting, too, even when Beca’s friends keep her distracted with conversations and food and all the fun things the brunette would usually enjoy more than anything. But now all she can think is about a certain pair of bright, blue eyes and she keeps looking for them as she skims the crowd. She finds them, more than once that night.

And there are smiles, too. Friendly ones at first, the redhead’s lips curving upwards ever so slightly whenever they look at each other, but they soon broaden and then turn into something else entirely. They’re teasing, now, the other woman smirking at her in the most suggestive way that eventually makes the tension between the two of them become unbearable.

Beca eventually finds herself at the bar and it’s not too long after that, that she finds herself having had a few more drinks than intended. She’s not drunk, by any means, but definitely tipsy.

It’s what she later uses as an excuse for the way her heart speeds up when the redhead occupies the seat next to her, casually ordering some cocktail before she turns around to face her. Beca stops breathing again all at once, thinks that the woman is impossibly more gorgeous up close, the cocktail she ordered probably almost as sweet as her.

It makes Beca nervous, the way she’s looking at her. It’s predatory, in a way, but Beca welcomes the rush of excitement she gets out of it.

“Do you not like dancing?”

It takes Beca a few too many seconds to realize that the question is directed towards her and she has to turn around and see that pretty much everyone else is dancing to get what the other woman is hinting at.

“Not necessarily, no,” Beca chuckles, without thinking, and it’s only when she sees the redhead’s smile falter the tiniest bit that she shakes her head, reconsiders her answer and changes it. It’s awkward and she’s sure she’s blushing hard, still, but it’s making the redhead’s lips curve upwards again and she decides that perhaps a little bit of embarrassment is worth it. “I mean, it’s not like I have someone to dance wit- I mean…uhh, I’m-”

“You’re alone here?” the other woman asks and Beca grins. It’s all the brunette heard all evening, everyone suddenly so concerned about her dating life as if the meaningless people most of them brought were any better. But this time, the question is not pitying or judging, it’s an exclaim of surprise and hope and Beca takes it gladly.

“Yup, guess I’m the only one,” she chuckles and it’s then that her eyebrows furrow questioningly, silently asking a question she’s sure she should’ve asked herself earlier than this, before she voices it out loud. “Wait, you too?”

The other woman confirms her assumption with a happy nod and a bright smile before she extends her hand so Beca can shake it. And she does, all while looking into the other girl’s eyes and mimicking that smug smirk of hers. “I’m Chloe.”

“Well, Chloe with that gorgeous red dress, I’m Beca.” The brunette swears it’s the alcohol that’s making her do this, but she’s suddenly even more confident than she’s used to and the redhead’s blush is just spurring her on even more. The fact that the other woman is, indeed, alone here, finally catching up with her, too.

But then Chloe’s laughing, loudly, and Beca, again, realizes why her heart had sped up earlier. It’s happening again, too, and she feels kind of helpless in the best possible way when Chloe can’t stop grinning, her nose scrunched up cutely as she speaks. “Well, everyone else seems to think they’ve been invited to a funeral, not a wedding.”

Beca looks down at her own clothing and she wants to laugh with Chloe, but instead settles on a scandalized look. “Damn, I guess I’m one of those people.”

“No, you’re-I mean… you’re kind of hot so uh, I don’t mind…?” Chloe had gone from being cheeky to being a seemingly nervous mess and Beca is smirking smugly as she takes a sip from her beer. She sets the bottle down again when Chloe seems to be struggling to find the words she’s looking for and waits for her to speak. “You know, I was actually… well, I was feeling kind of upset about coming here alone. Like, everyone else is here with someone and then there’s just…just me.”

Beca stands up, then, and Chloe’s not quite sure what is happening until the brunette suddenly pulls her to the dance floor. And Beca simply grins when the redhead’s cheeks adapt a dark shade of red once again. She’s usually not this forward, usually doesn’t even like to dance, but for some reason she wants to impress Chloe.

And Chloe definitely doesn’t object, immediately wrapping her arms around the smaller girl.

“I think I changed my mind. I’m glad I didn’t bring anyone.”

Beca’s not quite sure for how long they danced, not quite sure how many smirks have been thrown their way that night, mostly by her friends who seemed to enjoy this whole situation almost as much as they did themselves.

The two of them had started slow, rather shy as they moved their bodies to the beat of the music. They mostly just talked, got to know each other, only stopped for giggles and shared laughs.

Beca’s not quite sure when their hands had started wandering, not quite sure when Chloe’s had ended up on her butt, not quite sure when their slow dancing had turned into heated grinding.

She can’t think, Chloe’s lips against her own all she can focus on.

Beca’s not quite sure how they got there, either, but it’s not like she actually cares all that much, especially when Chloe’s hands start entering dangerous territory. At least one of them, now in Beca’s pants, the other one cupping her cheek as they share messy kisses.

She knows that, at some point, their grinding, flirting and general inappropriate behavior had started to get out of hand, had started to make them feel hot all over. It had even caused Amy to tell them that they should ‘get a room’ and, well, apparently they did.

She remembers Chloe excusing herself to the bathroom, remembers the redhead turning around right before she went around the corner, knowing that Beca was watching her leave, and shooting the brunette a look that was an invitation if she had ever seen one.

Beca didn’t hesitate one second before she followed the other woman, ignoring her friend’s teasing comments, ignoring Stacie whistling and slapping her ass playfully.

The next thing she remembers is this.

She’s being pressed against the wall of the bathroom, their kisses needy, desperate, their breathing shallow. Beca can feel Chloe everywhere, still wants her closer, and she wishes there weren’t as many layers of clothes between them, wishes she’d worn a dress instead of a suit that, admittedly, Chloe seems to like.

She snaps her eyes open, then, and when their eyes meet, everything stands still. Just for one second as they breathe heavily, Chloe’s forehead resting against Beca’s. Beca, who is grinning brightly now, her cheeks red, her eyes hooded, hungry and loving at the same time. She almost laughs, too, when she realizes what they’re doing. Of all the things she had imagined happening that night, doing this in the bathroom hadn’t even been on her mind.

And she does laugh, then curses under her breath when Chloe finally touches her where she needs it most and the door opens at the same time.

Beca doesn’t understand what Amy’s saying, the only thing she’s capable of hearing being the loud beating of her own heart, but the blonde looks very amused, somewhat chastising as well, before she closes the door behind her again and tells them to ‘fucking lock it this time’.

“Oops?” is all Chloe says, using her free hand to do as Amy as told her.

all mistakes are mine. fallin’ into a hole. it might be possible that i’m going to upload less one shots till i made it out of there again. 

It had taken Chloe a while to realize what was going on. Perhaps a bit too long, if you asked her. She felt responsible, in a way, even though she knew she shouldn’t, knew that Beca had kept it from her on purpose. Beca had wanted to protect her and Chloe wasn’t quite sure whether she wanted to punch or hug the brunette, didn’t know what exactly the right answer was, unsure about how she should feel, unable to stop her mind from spinning and spiraling, pondering over her endless list of ‘what if’s.

It had started with little things, things that Chloe noticed but never payed much, never payed enough, attention to. Like the way Beca would sometimes avoid hanging out with all of them, the way she’d often cancel plans. And Chloe, naive Chloe, had never thought anything about it. Had just smiled and told Beca that it wasn’t a big deal, had not wanted her to feel guilty. She had liked Beca too much to act the way she should have.

She should have asked.

After the fifth time, she should have asked.

But, simply assuming that this was just how Beca was, she had never bothered. Had shrugged it off, reassured Beca that it was okay and had spent the day wishing the brunette had been there with her instead. She never told anyone, of course. Just like Beca never told them the real reason of why she kept wanting to stay alone instead of spending time with them.

Chloe had always believed her excuses, had always assumed that Beca was just busy working on music like she had told them. Chloe never questioned it.

Then there was also the way Beca would sometimes disappear during their movie nights after she’d been incredibly quiet all evening, just for a few minutes but long enough for Chloe to know she hadn’t just visited the bathroom. But again, she had never questioned it. She knew, for a fact, that Beca wasn’t too keen on spending much time with other people, knew she tended to be somewhat awkward and, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, not wanting to make the other girl uncomfortable, she had never asked.

It was that particular movie night that Chloe finally caught on, finally realized that something just wasn’t right, that something was bothering Beca. She had studied the brunette’s empty eyes the whole night, trying to make sense of the tears that seemingly just kept welling up, trying to make sense of the way Beca would bite her lip and clench her jaw and act like she was okay, not letting herself cry, not talking to anyone.

And when Beca then suddenly excused herself, voice laced with a certain hint of sadness she was definitely trying to hide, Chloe immediately jumped up and went after her. She was halfway up the stairs when she heard the door slam shut. Then, sobbing. As if Beca now, in the safety of her room, finally let herself feel, let herself be vulnerable for once.

And Chloe knew that she had to go in there, knew that it was going to be hard for Beca, knew that they both needed it, the secrets between them getting too much, making their relationship too fragile. Just like Beca seemed to be.

And she wasn’t going to give up, not when she knocked and Beca didn’t answer, not when she then went to open the door anyways and found Beca sitting on her bed, wiping her tears away and acting like she was engrossed in her music, even though Chloe could tell that she wouldn’t have been able to do that, eyes unfocused, tears probably causing her vision to be blurry.

“Beca?” she asked then, carefully.

“Not now Chloe, working on something.” Beca’s voice was about to crack, Chloe could hear that, and it almost made her cry, the way the brunette was still trying so hard to sound normal, to sound like she really was busy and didn’t have time for whatever Chloe wanted.

But then, of course, Chloe hugged her. And Beca let go all at once.

She didn’t try to fight it anymore, too exhausted, perhaps, just buried her face in Chloe’s neck, sobbing while the redhead held her trembling body tightly to her chest.

It went on like that for much longer than either of them had expected, Beca breaking out in tears again whenever she tried to talk, whenever she tried to breathe, whenever Chloe whispered soothing words into her ear. Those seemed to make it worse, but Chloe suspected that it had been a long time that Beca had let herself feel this much, suspected that she really needed it.

And the brunette’s eyes looked so scared when she finally looked up at her again.

Chloe could tell that she was embarrassed and worried, worried what the redhead might think of her now.

She finally seemed to calm down a little when Chloe then smiled at her, encouraging and understanding. Perhaps a bit too understanding, considering Beca had basically ruined their whole night, or at least so the brunette herself thought. Unlike Chloe, of course, who couldn’t care less about anything but Beca in that moment, just wanted her to be okay, just wanted to help.

“Becs…what’s going on?” Her voice was soft and careful and she held her tighter as she asked said question, wanting her friend to know that she was safe here, with her.

“I-I don’t know…” Beca whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper before she immediately went back to sobbing, unable to hide just how desperate she seemed to be. She just wanted it to stop. And Chloe could tell, rubbing her back soothingly. “It just…it happens some-sometimes. I-I don’t know w-why…I just…I can’t d-do anything about i-it…”

“Oh sweetheart,” Chloe whispered, making them both lay down on the bed so she could look at her properly, her arms tightly wrapped around Beca’s still trembling body, the brunette struggling to breathe properly.

Then, silence. Just long enough until Chloe had carefully chosen her next words. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, yeah? You must be so exhausted.”

Beca only nodded, eyes still wide open, unfocused and staring at nothing in particular.

“How can I help you, right now? What do I do?” Chloe was lovingly brushing some strands of Beca’s tear stained hair behind her ear and she almost smiled when the brunette hummed softly and cuddled closer in response.

“Just… just don’t leave, please.”

“Never.”

“And Chloe?” Her voice still sounded fragile and small, and Chloe realized then that she’d do anything for the other girl, whatever she wanted.

“Yeah, Becs?”

“Can you tell me a story?”

And Chloe’s face immediately lit up, happy that there seemed to be a way to make the other girl feel better, something she had wanted to do this entire time. “Alright. Did I tell you that there was another time Aubrey vomite-”

Surprisingly, it was Beca’s laugh that cut her off, and she couldn’t help but grin as well, her heart feeling all full and warm upon hearing what was her, perhaps, favorite sound.

“You’re ridiculous,” Beca sniffled, her tear stained lips now curved into a little smile.

being an artist myself, this was so much fun to write. beca mitchell is really effin’ whipped in this one. thanks for the prompt!!

Her friends usually teased her for enjoying this as much as she did, spending her Sundays at the local museum. They teased her for ditching them to go out alone instead, armed with her sketchbook, a simple pencil and searching eyes, looking for whatever was going to inspire her that day.

It was a rather unconventional way to spend the weekend, at least most people would constantly tell her so, but she liked it. She liked looking at paintings and watching people, liked getting some time to herself, to just shut everything else out and breathe.

She started with some landscapes that day, capturing the artist’s vision in her own style, translating it perfectly. She usually started her days like this, slow and getting distracted easily, letting herself. The museum was pretty empty, but she spotted a few families with children that definitely didn’t want to be there, all pouty lips and tugging on their parents’ shirts, asking when they’d leave again and hoping the answer was going to be ‘soon’. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself whenever she watched scenes like this unfold in front of her eyes, finding herself in those children and remembering the days her mom would do the same, take her to museums and music venues and Beca was so incredibly happy that she could enjoy this now, hoped that these children would too, one day.

There were some older people, seemingly enjoying the calm atmosphere just like she was. Some younger ones, too, passing by every now and then. Sometimes they’d walk up to her, ask if they could see what she was working on. She was usually met with admiration and even though she couldn’t handle compliments, could barely go without making conversations incredibly awkward anyways, she appreciated it. As much as she drew and painted for herself and as much as she wanted to keep it all to herself, the positive feedback spurred her on, made her want to work harder.

She had just started working on another landscape when something, or rather someone, managed to pull her out of her own thoughts, managed to make her lose focus, her pencil slipping and creating a squiggly line where a tree should have been.

She was young, Beca noted, perhaps a few years older than herself. And she was smiling, was making Beca’s heart beat faster as she admired the painting in front of her. She was absolutely gorgeous and, just like the paintings themselves, a beautiful contrast to the bland walls. She was a speck of color next to grey and empty spaces, all fiery red hair and wearing a blue, light summer dress that complimented both her eyes and the carefree smile on her lips perfectly.

Inspiration hit her all of the sudden. She didn’t know what it was about the other woman, perhaps it were too many things all at once, too small and too discrete for Beca to describe, but together they painted a beautiful picture. And so she started drawing, couldn’t help herself, couldn’t even wonder whether this was in any way inappropriate.

As soon as she did so, she wished she had more than just her pencil with her. She needed colors, was scared she wouldn’t be able to capture the stranger’s beauty otherwise. She wanted to take a brush and spray the light freckles all over her face, her nose, her eyelids. She wanted to choose the lightest shade of pink and mix the perfect color for her soft lips. She wanted to capture her hair and the flow of her dress, wanted to bring the elegant way she was standing there on her paper.

What was drawing her in the most, perhaps, was the way she was still studying the painting in front of her, thoughtful expression written all over her face, but not quite making room for the soft smile that was still on her lips. She wasn’t just briefly looking at it like all of the other people that had walked by, she was trying to understand it, trying to study every little stroke the artist’s brush had painted. And it was so beautiful, a little piece of art in itself.

And Beca was doing an amazing job of bringing it to her paper, despite the lack of colors. She didn’t focus on many details, instead wanting to get the overall composition right, wanting to capture the important things of the woman that was all dimples and bright, happy eyes.

Beca would do anything to get the feeling across, the way this stranger was making her heart speed up, the way she was making her smile so effortlessly, without even trying. The brunette was almost embarrassed about the effect she had on her, the way she was idealizing her and perhaps, unfortunately, reducing her to a beautiful piece of art instead of getting to know the loving person she probably was.

It was almost ten minutes later that said piece of art sat down next to Beca, gently, almost carefully as if she didn’t want to scare or distract her, obviously having seen that she was quite furiously working on something, her hands practically flying over the paper to add the last finishing touches.

“Did you figure it out yet?” the redhead asked, voice soft and drawing Beca in, comforting her already. Too much, perhaps, because her mind was now as blank as her sketchbook had been an hour before.

“Uhh… w-what?” she asked, her cheeks adapting a rosy shade that she usually liked to add whenever she was drawing a pretty girl, but was now ashamed to find on herself. She wanted to apologize, but decided against it when the other woman smiled at her, all bright and understanding.

“The painting. I’ve been standing here for what feels like an hour and I still haven’t managed to figure it out. It’s beautiful, but…” She came to a halt, perhaps not knowing how she had wanted to finish that sentence, perhaps not finding the right words. And Beca wanted to scoff, scoff because talking to her made her think of so many things she desperately wanted to add to her drawing. Like the way the woman’s nose scrunched up slightly, in the cutest way possible, whenever she smiled. Wanted to scoff because she realized how pathetic she was being, scoff because this stranger obviously thought she had been looking at the painting as well, while in reality Beca had spent dozens of minutes admiring her beauty instead.

“I… I don’t think I can figure it out either…” she finally smiled, then grinned when it made the other woman sigh in relief.

“You look like you know a lot about this stuff,…?” The redhead’s sentence didn’t sound quite finished and it took Beca a while to realize that the woman was essentially asking for her name.

“Beca.”

“Chloe.”

“Well, Chloe,” she was trying the name out, decided it sounded nice coming out of her mouth, decided it fit the personality she had made up while drawing the beautiful woman. “I do know some things, nothing about this particular painting though.”

“Do you come here often?” Chloe laughed as soon as the words had left her own lips, realizing that what had supposed to be a genuine question sounded painfully close to a bad pick up line.

And it made Beca laugh as well, the brunette feeling surprisingly calm around Chloe. She wasn’t suffocating her, let her breathe and answer without having to fear judgement. Her eyes were entirely too kind. “I do. I come here every Sunday.”

“To draw?” Chloe asked, eyes lighting up once again, and Beca only nodded, the redhead’s face preventing her from forming a comprehensible sentence. “Can I see?”

And Beca nodded again, without thinking, sketchbook already in Chloe’s hand when she realized what she had just done. Her rosy cheeks turned a few, too many, shades darker and when Chloe did nothing but stare at the drawing in front of her, unreadable expression on her face, Beca started apologizing profusely.

“God, I’m so sorry! Shit, this is so embarrassing, please- I just-”

A warm hand on her arm stopped her before she could start full on rambling, immediately calming her down though her heart was still threatening to jump out of her chest and into Chloe’s arms. “Don’t- why would you apologize? That’s…wow…”

“This is so embarrassing…” Beca repeated, getting up, ready to escape this humiliating situation. But Chloe was still holding her sketchbook, was still smiling as she kept studying the drawing that caused Beca to feel so nauseous now, like she was going to throw up.

“You already have to leave?” Chloe asked when she finally looked up at her again and it almost made Beca feel better, realizing that the redhead genuinely didn’t see anything wrong about a stranger drawing her in such a way, passion detectable even for someone who hadn’t studied art, who didn’t know anything about it.

When Beca didn’t say anything, mouth opening and closing in a painfully miserable attempt of trying to come up with an excuse, Chloe just kept talking, kept reassuring her with not only her words but also bright blue eyes that were still smiling at her. “Can I keep it?”

“Huh?”

“The drawing. Can I uhh, can I keep it?” Beca wouldn’t have been able to say no if she had wanted to, the redhead corrupting her in the most beautiful way.

And so she nodded, finally able to smile again, curved lips now matching Chloe’s.

______

Beca had just finished washing her hands, taking a lot longer than necessary just to avoid having to go out there again, when a redheaded woman barged into the room. It was only when she heard said woman curse rather loudly that she turned around to face her, studying her questioningly.

She was definitely dressed to impress in that short blue dress of hers that even Beca noticed complimented her eyes perfectly. The brunette didn't know a thing about fashion, but one thing that she definitely did know was that this woman was positively breathtaking. Somewhat out of breath, too, as she kept cursing and running her hand through her red curls, obviously very upset about something.

And Beca usually didn't talk to people, usually didn't care enough, but still she smiled softly when their eyes met, the blue of them so bright even in the dim light of this bathroom. And there shouldn't be anything remotely romantic or even sexual about this encounter, because a bathroom wasn't usually where one went to find love, and yet Beca was still grinning when she finally managed to open her mouth.

"You okay?" she asked gingerly, not wanting to seem nosy, not wanting to cross a line with a random stranger who she didn't know and definitely didn't want to, well, do some more inappropriate things with. And her thoughts were definitely slowly drifting into that territory. Beca wanted to punch herself for being so useless and gay all of the sudden. She did not care about people and she wasn't going to start now, the other woman clearly on a date based on her choice of clothing, though it didn't seem to go all that well considering she was currently cursing to herself in the restroom, far away from whoever she was here with.

"Yeah, just..." the other woman groaned again, trying to fix her hair. "I don't know what to do. My date's kind of an ass.."

Beca raised her eyebrows, interested as she stood next to the stranger, looking at their reflection in the mirror. "Why are you here with him then?"

She wasn't quite sure, but Beca swore she'd been able to spot rosy cheeks that went well with the way the other woman was biting her lip now, smile tugging on the corners of her mouth. "Her, actually. She's...god she's so self involved and arrogant and I literally haven't been able to get out one word without her interrutping me and I really, really just wanna get out of here."

Beca, now staring at the redhead, as said woman smiled after finishing her rant had to admit that she'd barely been able to process anything but the fact that, yes, she wasn't the only queer woman in this room. She couldn't help but smile a little, shake her head in amusent as she so desperately tried to act normal, no idea what had suddenly gotten into her. "Wow. That... that sounds bad, dude."

"That describes it pretty well," Chloe laughed, light and carefree despite her current situation, flashing dimples that Beca couldn't help but admire, a blush creeping up her neck. "I'm Chloe, by the way."

"Beca."

"Well, Beca, what are you doing all alone in this restroom?" Chloe sounded happy, perhaps a bit too happy to have someone share her misery.

"Would you rather that I have someone with me?" Beca raised her eyebrows in amusement, not expecting the rather suggestive look that Chloe shot her in response. "There's this creppy guy that keeps hitting on me."

"Not your type?"

"A man."

Chloe grinned at her, then, biting her lip again and studying her perhaps a bit too throughoutly. "You know what? I think we should get out of here."

"I think that'd be reasonable," the words came out more teasingly than Beca had intended and yet it didn't stop both of them from smiling, enhanced it even. The brunette then frowned, however, as she realized that they were kind of trapped now. "But, uhh, I don't wanna go out of there and see him again."

"Me neither, god," Chloe laughed, shaking her head, just thinking about having to come up with an actual excuse, thinking about having to talk to this girl again, made her skin crawl.

"So what do we do now, jump out of the window?" It was meant as a joke. Beca had clearly meant it as a joke and not an actual, serious, proposal, but Chloe's eyes had lit up at the idea and a devilish grin was decorating her lips now. Beca immediately recognized said look and started shaking her head vehemently. "Dude, no! Do you see how small this thing is? No wa-"

"It's the only way we'll get out of here!! Come on, live a little."

Beca wanted to protest, she really did, but by the time she could form words again Chloe had already stepped onto one of the toilets, opening said window and trying to pull herself up. And this, Beca thought, was so far away from how she thought this evening was going to go that it almost made her laugh. She had just wanted to get a drink, relax a bit on her own after an incredibly stressfull week that had included too much work and too many people. And somehow she had ended up sneaking out of the bathroom with a gorgeous woman and even though it was absolutely ridiculous, she couldn't say she was complaining about it.

"I'm almost out!!" Chloe yelled happily and just a few seconds later she had disappeared out of the window and into the cold night air.

Beca was almost scared that she wasn't going to be there anymore once she, too, had made it to the other side. But, after some initial struggles, she was standing in front of her again. There were high fives and goofy grins, both of them unable to stop giggling, unable to believe what they had done.

"Well, that was certainly not how I saw this night going," Beca chuckled once they had caught their breath again, slowly making their way towards an actual street and away from the sketchy alleyway they had found themselves in.

"What? You didn't see yourself leaving with a gorgeous woman tonight?" Chloe asked teasingly and Beca playfully nudged her shoulder instead of coming up with an actual answer to the rhetorical question that the redhead was definitely using to rile her up.

"Well? You wanna go somewhere else or not?"

Beca's heart fluttered in her chest when Chloe then went on to take her hand.

okay i’m saying this a lot lately but this was so much fun to write, even though i didn’t have a lot of time so i hope it turned out okay!!

“She did it again, huh?” Stacie smirked as she took a look at the napkin that was sprawled out on the counter, causing Beca to jump in surprise and then roll her eyes at both her best friend and the note in front of her.

“A single cigarette contains over 4800 chemicals, 69 of which are known to cause cancer. Do you really want to die?” Beca read out loud, chuckling and shaking her head in amusement. The redhead’s notes had started off as informative facts about smoking, but had now turned into ones that began to be a lot more passive aggressive, probably thanks to Beca still smoking, though she, admittedly, sometimes tried to hide her cigarette when she crossed paths with Chloe on campus. Chloe. She only knew her name because of these notes, the other girl always making sure to finish them with her own name, one that Beca had started to grow fond of these past few weeks, in the strangest way. They never really talked except for the usual chit chat she unfortunately had to indulge in considering she worked behind the counter at a coffee shop and it was an understatement to say that Beca was tempted to shoot back some facts about the unhealthy side effects of coffee, though the redhead usually drank tea or a hot chocolate. Something that Beca found oddly adorable.

And while they barely ever talked, Chloe often smiled at her across the room while she studied with her blonde friend, sometimes glanced at her in such a friendly way that contradicted the angry messages Beca received from her every day.

The brunette had no doubt in mind that the other girl was a med student, if said messages and the amount of time she spent studying was anything to go by. And while Beca found the redhead’s antics more than just a little annoying, she couldn’t help but smile whenever there was a new note scribbled on a napkin directed to her, whenever Chloe glared at her through the window when she took a tiny break to smoke. It was fun, riling her up.

Beca wasn’t even surprised that Stacie had looked through her right away, smirk still not having left her lips. “She cares about you.”

“She’s annoying and she doesn’t know me,” Beca corrected, rolling her eyes once again. Neither of them commented on the fact that the tiny barista didn’t throw the napkin away, but instead tried to discretely slip it into her bag. “And I’m not going to stop smoking just because she’s-”

“Because she’s what? Cute?” Stacie teased, earning herself another angry glare and a playful nudge to her shoulder.

“Shut up.”

There was another napkin every single day, another fact that was supposed to make Beca feel bad, but instead just made her feel fuzzy and warm as she watched the redhead choose her words, thoughtful expression on her face, as she watched her scribble it down, tongue cutely poking out between her lips, as she watched her either leave it on her table and stride out of the shop or watched her slam it on the counter in an effort to look angry, her cheeks rosy, smile tugging on the corners of her lips.

She kept each and every one of them, thought they were endearing, thought they in itself revealed so much about the beautiful stranger that was making her life a lot more complicated, day by day.

It was a week later that, instead of a napkin, Beca found a 20-page essay on lung cancer on Chloe’s table, clearly addressed towards her.

“For the art student that spends her time smoking instead of drawing and is gonna die soon if she keeps this up.”

Beca couldn’t help but laugh out loud as she studied the whole thing, especially said sentence written on the first page, as well as the little notes and angry emoji faces that were spread over the pages, in the handwriting that the barista would recognize everywhere. The redhead had even highlighted some important parts and the color coordination impressed Beca and made her fall even harder at the same time.

“Well, someone’s done their research.” Of course Stacie hadn’t been able to stop a teasing comment escape her lips as she snatched the essay from Beca and looked through the pages. “She knows you’re an art student and god, she’s got it bad for you.”

“You’re not helping,” Beca mumbled as she took the essay again and slipped it into her bag. This was Chloe judging her, chastising her and trying to educate her, and usually Beca would’ve scoffed, would have thrown it into the trash. But no matter what it was, it was hers and Chloe’s and she didn’t even want Stacie to read it, wanted it all to herself.

“You’re a goner, Mitchell. I’m giving you a week, a week before you’re actually gonna try to quit.”

Beca actually did scoff, then.

It was a relatively slow day when Beca first sketched her, the coffee shop almost empty except for a few stressed students, one of them being Chloe, hair thrown into a messy bun, the rather dim light making the shadows play with her beautiful features as she sat in the corner of the shop, effortlessly beautiful.

While the brunette usually tried to forget about the things that Chloe made her read, the things that secretly made her feel pretty bad about herself and her health, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about one certain observation the redhead had made.

“You’re an art student that doesn’t draw.”

And so she did. Using her free time between customers to capture the gorgeous girl in the back. The statement had spurred her on, had made her competitive side scream, just like the view in front of her was now making her feel all kinds of things.

She started out with a rough sketch to get back into the scheme of things, but Stacie immediately recognized the med-student when she discretely glanced at Beca’s notebook as she walked by. She didn’t say anything, just grinned to herself.

In just an hour Beca had gathered several drawings of the girl, some rough, some raw, some detailed and all of them perfectly capturing the bubbly and caring persona the other girl carried.

And Beca left one of them on the redhead’s table when she brought her another hot chocolate, all nervous and rosy cheeks and quickly running away so she wouldn’t actually have to talk to her, so she couldn’t make a fool out of herself.

Chloe’s bright smile as she studied the drawing almost made Beca want to quit smoking.

Beca hated working the early shift, hated getting up before the sun rose and just shortly after she had fallen asleep, busy working on her music and art and endless projects that tended to always keep her awake at night. She was still half asleep, even after having had her first coffee, as she stood in front of the shop, smoking a cigarette, jacket tightly wrapped around herself, the cold wind hitting her face. It was going to be stormy day, Beca thought as she inhaled the fresh morning air, smelling of rain already, before she did the same with the toxic smoke.

She almost chuckled to herself when she started reading the first page of the essay she was currently holding, the one she had promised herself not to read. And she actually jumped, actually squealed in surprise when a familiar redhead suddenly stood right in front of her.

“Jeez, give a girl a warning!” Beca chuckled, shaking her head as she exhaled some smoke, looking at the dark sky in an effort to avoid Chloe’s gaze.

“You’re…” the other girl started, frown on her lips that then turned into a bright smile as she spotted the essay in Beca’s hand, immediately recognizing what it was. “You’re reading it.”

“Looks like I am,” Beca shrugged, trying to be nonchalant even though the little smile clearly gave her away, one that had erupted upon seeing cute dimples that she was longing to trace with her fingertips.

“And you’re still smoking.” Chloe’s sigh almost made Beca feel bad and there was a little pause before the redhead kept talking, voice barely above a whisper, laced with admiration. “That drawing you did of me…wow…”

As soon as Beca felt the blush creep up her neck, she decided not to dwell on the subject. “I just started reading it.”

Chloe’s eyes widened at the statement, her smile broadening. “Does that mean there’s still a chance you might quit?”

that was fun!! thanks anon! 😏

Beca knew she shouldn’t open the packet, shouldn’t invade someone’s privacy like that, but the mailman had dropped it off about an hour ago and since then it had been sitting there, staring at Beca, seemingly begging for her to look inside.

It was wrong, Beca knew that, but ‘nosy’ was practically her middle name and that paired with the fact that even the packaging already looked somewhat suspicious, it was really hard to resist. And then there was the name written on it, of course. Chloe Beale, unfamiliar and yet so intriguing, someone in her building she was pretty sure she hadn’t met yet. It was her own fault, really, the night owl in her preventing her from actually communicating with other people. Not that she minded.

She knew that the woman lived on the same floor, all the way in the back, had to bring her stuff several times before, mostly just letters. Chloe had never been at home though, causing Beca to leave said letters on her doormat. And the brunette knew that, unless the woman’s schedule had changed, she wasn’t going to be home for a while, giving her more than enough time to go through with some dumb idea that was, without a doubt, a really bad one. She was just going to drop it off later.

And so it was only a matter of time before Beca finally grabbed a knife from the kitchen and tried to carefully open the package, though she gave up on trying to be sneaky and discrete pretty soon, realizing that her knife skills definitely weren’t as good as she had hoped. And it wasn’t like she actually minded whether Chloe knew or not, right? It had been a long time since she had last cared about what someone else thought about her and she was surely going to be able to come up with some kind of excuse anyways.

The first word that sprung to her mind once she had successfully opened the so dubbed mystery box was purple. Purple, thick, long and yep, that was definitely a dildo. Beca actually had the decency to blush for once, sex toys being the last thing on her list of things she had expected Chloe Beale to order. There was, of course, no way of knowing what kind of person this Chloe was, not until she was going to pay her a visit later anyways, but the brunette found herself hoping for someone young, someone attractive. It would be the only way to save this situation, really, to make it kind of interesting, exciting even. She really didn’t want to know about 70-year-old Miss Beale and her sexual preferences.

Content with her discovery, Beca then waited. It was another few hours later when she finally heard someone walk through the hallway, light steps that made her jump up immediately. Too late, apparently, because all she saw when she looked through the crack of her barely opened door was an, admittedly, rather nice back view of a young looking woman before she slipped out of sight again. Beca grinned, then, secretly hoping that this was exactly who she thought it was, ignoring how utterly awkward she already knew she was going to be if the woman’s face looked just half as good as the view Beca had gotten a few moments before.

Grabbing the packet and putting on a pair of shoes, Beca then gingerly made her way to Chloe Beale’s apartment, finding that she was a lot more nervous than she had anticipated, but knocked on the door nonetheless.

Every bit of confidence she still possessed dissolved as soon as she took in the breathtaking woman that was now facing her, all fiery hair, dimples and blue eyes. She was, to Beca’s relief, probably around her own age and just thinking about what Beca was currently holding in her hands, just thinking about what the redhead was going to do with it made her mouth go dry.

Unable to speak, Beca just handed Chloe the package, the other woman eyeing it suspiciously before her grin broadened. “So this is how I finally get to see you in person, mh?”

“I-I guess,” Beca mumbled, her cheeks red, hoping that Chloe wouldn’t notice the state of her order until she had the chance to leave. And she tried, tried to just turn around and walk away to save herself from the humiliation she knew was about to come. But Chloe didn’t let her, seemed to have other plans.

“Do you always open other people’s private belongings?” she asked casually, eyebrows raised, lips curved into a teasing smile. She could clearly see how uncomfortable Beca was feeling and was shamelessly taking advantage of it. The brunette couldn’t blame her. She had, indeed, opened that damn packet after all.

“N-not usually, no” Beca bit her lip and awkwardly shoved her hands into her pockets, trying to avoid Chloe’s gaze that was making her feel hotter by the second.

“I don’t mind. I’m very comfortable about…all of this,” she was pointing at her own body, incredibly nonchalant about the whole thing, smirk still apparent on her lips. And it sounded so damn suggestive, the way those words escaped her lips, the way she was looking at her now.

Beca just couldn’t help herself, turning around all at once and quickly approaching her own apartment again, fleeing from this incredibly embarrassing encounter. She didn’t know what came over her when she mumbled a quiet “have fun”, but it made Chloe laugh loudly and that in itself had kind of made it worth it, Beca decided.

“Oh, I’m sure I will!”

There were more packets after that, always arriving while Chloe was out, always landing at Beca’s place instead. And every single time Beca would shamelessly try to get a look of what was inside. And then, after that, she’d knock on Chloe’s door and hand her the order, trying not to blush too hard while the redhead was nothing but sexual innuendos. And of course, Beca would pretend she hadn’t seen what kind of naughty things those packages held, would pretend that she hadn’t imagined Chloe using them.

It was when the fifth package arrived, handcuffs and a vibrator, that Beca finally realized how ridiculous it was, kind of lost it, breathing shallow as she strode up to Chloe’s door to confront her. All of her plans flew right out of the window when the redhead opened said door, wearing nothing but a towel, but Beca managed to at least get some words out anyways.

“What the hell are you doing with this many sex toys?!” It sounded accusatory, but Beca was pretty sure that Chloe had picked up on how nervous she was.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend you don’t know,” Chloe’s voice was low and raspy and it was killing Beca. “I’m sure you’ve imagined me using them, mh? Why else would you open them every time?”

“This is humiliating,” Beca mumbled, her cheeks bright red, eyes seemingly glued to the floor.

“Or do you really not know what one does with sex toys?” Chloe’s voice was teasing, those words laced with sex and even though Beca knew that she was fucking with her, she still looked up and into her eyes. “Because I’m pretty sure I could show you.”

Beca opened her mouth, closed it again, gasping for air and desperately looking for words.

dude i was hesitant about this at first but it turned out to be so much fun to write? i like it, thanks!

Beca hissed in pain when the hot liquid spilled over her shirt, burning the skin underneath and making her jump back in surprise. There were hands on her before she could process what was happening and Beca thought that it would’ve bordered on sexual harassment if it hadn’t been for tissues as well as a layer of wet clothing between her boobs and the stranger’s hands.

“Dude, I-” She had wanted to protest, to tell this woman that everything was cool and that she could stop with the caring molesting, but instead she simply widened her eyes in shock when hers met bright blue ones, ones that seemed oddly familiar and ones that she hadn’t expected to see again, not here, not ever.

“Chloe?” Beca immediately asked, no doubt in mind that this woman was exactly who she thought she was. The tiny brunette would’ve been able to recognize those eyes and curly hair everywhere, and yet the sheer amount of shock and disbelief was written all over her face, was lacing her words, making Chloe’s name taste dull on her lips. She was still grinning brightly though, unable to stop herself from doing so, never having expected to meet her closest childhood friend that day, someone she had looked up to for so long. Her cheeks actually adapted a rosy color when she remembered just how much she had admired her.

But she knew, as soon as Chloe was smiling back at her, all dimples and teeth, that she had absolutely nothing to worry about. The redhead was just as happy to see her again and it helped Beca calm down, helped her not to worry about all of the embarrassing things she had probably done around the other woman and didn’t even remember. Those things seemed to be the last thing on Chloe’s mind as she wrapped her arms around Beca, pulling her into a tight embrace. For once, Beca didn’t mind. There were so many things the redhead reminded her of, and home was one of them. Just feeling those arms around her again made her feel all giddy, as if she was back to being a love sick school girl.

But she was an adult now, and Chloe seemed to have noticed that too, looking at her with her lips curved into a teasing smile, eyes raking up and down her body. If Beca hadn’t known any better, she would have thought that her old friend was totally checking her out.

“God, Beca!!! I can’t believe I finally get to see you again!!” Her voice was just as chipper as ever and Beca actually had to bite the insides of her cheeks to keep herself from chuckling, loving that Chloe had seemingly not changed at all. Except that she, too, was now a grown woman, and Beca found that it suited her, that there were still lots of reasons to look at her the way she had always used to when she was little.

“Yeah I mean, can’t believe it either,” Beca smirked, looking down at her still soaked shirt, a problem that she just now remembered again, Chloe’s eyes still particularly distracting. “It’s not every day that you meet an old childhood friend because they literally spill boiling hot coffee all over your shirt.”

Chloe laughed loudly, shaking her head in amusement, and it made Beca’s insides tingle. She was thankful that she, as an adult, was now much better at hiding said feelings, was a lot more cocky, too. “Sarcastic as ever, Becs. I’m really sorry about that, by the way! I should’ve been more careful.” Chloe used the sudden silence to look at Beca, to really look at her, once again, biting her lip. It almost made Beca’s blush deepen. “I think I changed my mind. Not really sorry, not when it led to meeting you again.”

“I don’t remember you being that flirty,” Beca chuckled as they made their way outside again. After all, the brunette really had to get home so she could get changed. Not that she wanted to stop talking to Chloe.

“You were a child,” the redhead pointed out, earning herself an eyeroll and a muttered ‘don’t remind me’. “It’s not my fault that you totally had the hots for me.”

Beca opened her mouth wide, scandalized, before she bursts out laughing again, striking back with Chloe’s own words. “I was a child!!”

There was another pause then, both of them reminiscing about their shared childhood, goofy smiles on their lips. It should have been weird, seeing someone again after such a long time, after everything had changed completely, but Beca felt nothing but comfortable around the other woman.

“So you live in LA now?” Chloe asked, her smile broadening when Beca nodded in response. “You better be doing something with music.”

“You bet I am,” Beca grinned, unable to not feel exactly as proud as she should, as she remembered Chloe encouraging her when she was little, praising her music when no one else did. Her dad still wasn’t supportive of her career choice, even now, still thought she was wasting her time, but Chloe? Chloe had always believed in her. A part of Beca wanted to push those thoughts away, didn’t want to be as naive as to think that a fifteen year old redhead had really meant all of these things, but Chloe’s eyes told her that she had always been genuine. “And you? Doctor?”

“Vet,” Chloe grinned and Beca couldn’t help but high five the other woman in a childish manner that made them both giggle. It was embarrassing, the way they were both drawn to each other again, as if no time had passed at all. “We should go out.”

And even though they clearly got along, even though they clearly and undeniably still liked each other, Beca raised her eyebrows at said statement. “W-what?”

“You should go out with me. On a date, I mean.” Chloe sounded so confident, so sure that Beca was going to yes, but the brunette had other plans already, lips curved into a mischievous smile.

“Do you remember how many times you’ve rejected me when we were little? I think you need to try harder than that.”

And with that, Beca left a dumbfounded Chloe behind as she approached her car, smirk still apparent on her lips when she got home. She had to change her shirt, after all, and something was telling her that one could not shake a Chloe Beale off that easily.

It was exactly four days later that someone knocked on Beca’s door. She almost hadn’t opened, had just gotten comfortable on the couch to watch a movie, wearing her warm pjs and eating popcorn. Looking back on it, however, she was really glad that she had somehow found the strength to get up, considering it was a certain redhead that had been waiting on the other side of that door.

Beca had been surprised, of course, but pleasantly so. She didn’t even question how exactly Chloe knew where she lived, thought she was better off not knowing. And so all she did was raise her eyebrows questioningly, her head cocked to one side in confusion when all Chloe did was hand her a pink card, hearts drawn all over it.

And she recognized it immediately, butterflies back in her chest when she opened it, her smile easily reaching her ears.

“I made that for you,” Beca whispered as she admired the piece of paper, chuckled softly when she realized how cheesy it was. She had definitely changed a lot, and so had her flirting abilities. Though she supposed that a fine card like this, asking the other girl out in the best handwriting she had been able to muster, was pretty good game for a ten year old. And still her attempts had obviously failed, leaving little Beca heartbroken for approximately two days before she had gotten to see the redhead again. “And you said no.”

“Wrong,” Chloe shook her head, grinning at her now. “I never actually rejected you, just told you to ask again when you’re taller.”

Chloe only realized the irony of these words when Beca started laughing loudly while at the same time taking her hand and pulling her inside of the apartment so they could get more comfortable in the living room. “You do realize I’m actually just as small as I used to be back then, right?”

“You know,” Chloe grinned, an almost predatory grin that made Beca feel hot all over. “You might not be bigger, but I’m sure your… I’m sure your heart has grown a lot.”

And of course, she had clearly been looking at her boobs, had not even tried to hide it.

“My heart, huh?” Beca smirked, slapping Chloe’s arm playfully. “You dirty bird!”

“Soooo…” Chloe drawled out as she grabbed Beca’s hand, playing with her fingers, then looking up into blue eyes. “Is that a yes?”

And then, silence. A few unclassifiable sounds before that, ones that she could barely hear over the loud beating of her heart. The beating of her heart.

dude, thanks for the prompt! really enjoyed writing this!

Beca’s breathing was shallow, her heart beating fast in her chest as she made her way across the room to where Chloe was waiting for her on the bed. She was nervous for seemingly no reason and yet the smile on her lips was confident, the longing in her eyes real as she slowly approached the other woman. She knew, of course, that she would have been a lot more timid, her lips curved into a smile much more gentle if it hadn’t been for the script that was telling her just how sure she was in approaching the redhead sprawled out on the bed in front of her.

And when she looked at said woman, really looked at her for the first time in that particular scene, Beca swore she would have forgotten her lines, if she had any. But she wasn’t supposed to speak, was supposed to love Chloe with only her body, with subtle touches, a teasing smile and her eyes deliberately studying every single one of Chloe’s flaws that just caused Beca to admire her even more. And it was painfully easy, doing all of this, loving her. Beca almost chuckled, almost scoffed when she suddenly remembered her drama teacher telling her how important it was, as an actor, to be able to lose yourself in a role. And Beca agreed, had successfully done just that many, many times before. But right in that moment, she wasn’t losing herself in a role, in a character. She was losing herself in Chloe, was drowning in her own feelings. Had been for a while now.

It was hard not to fall for her, everyone did. Everyone admired the other woman, admired how upbeat and happy and incredibly charismatic she was. And she was, of course, incredibly gorgeous, too, as she lay there, sheets barely covering her delicate body. The only light source being a little lamp in the far right corner of the spacious room, shadows were now playing with her soft features, her curly red hair framing them beautifully. Everything felt so comfortable and warm, and Beca wanted to cry.

Wanted to cry, to yell at Chloe, at herself, punish them both for fitting so well together, in a setting that didn’t allow such things, that didn’t allow these kind of feelings. Beca was hard and cold, perhaps a bit too guarded at times. She was professional and she did not, under no circumstances, fall for one of her co-stars, someone she was supposed to love on screen and forget once it was over.

She wanted to deny it, had tried many times, but the way Chloe smiled at her just then made it impossible. Said smile managed to pull her out of her thoughts as well, made her move forward again until she was right in front of her.

Chloe reached out for her then and before Beca knew it, their lips had met in a gentle, somewhat needy and desperate kiss. It wasn’t the first time, not the second or third time either, but it felt different now. It felt soul crushing and way too perfect for her to pull back again like she should have, way too perfect for her to recognize the familiar sound that was seemingly there just to break her heart, to remind her that none of this was real.

“Cut!!”

It was Chloe who first pulled back and when Beca opened her eyes again, she was looking into blue ones, she was looking at freckles, a scrunched up nose and beautiful red lips curved into a genuine smile.

She panicked, then, when the director started criticizing that their encounter had seemed too intimate, too gentle for two people who had just started to fall for each other. Beca’s only thought was that it had felt way too real.

“I need a break,” she simply mumbled as she suddenly left the room, hand running through her hair as she quickly made her way down the stairs and into the cold night air. Filming at night always felt surreal, but the cool wind seemed to calm her down.

She was halfway through her first cigarette, leaning against the wall, when she heard a familiar voice cut through the silence. She wasn’t surprised that Stacie, her manager, assistant and best friend had followed her. After all, she usually didn’t pull stunts like this. She was, again, very professional, something that just leaving without an explanation definitely wasn’t. It was so unlike her, but so was falling in love, catching feelings for someone unattainable, someone she shouldn’t be looking at like that.

“Are you okay?” Stacie asked and Beca knew she was trying her hardest to stay calm, probably wanted to yell at her and ask what the hell she was doing instead.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

The leggy brunette snorted, snatching the cigarette out of Beca’s hand and throwing it on the ground, stepping on it a few times for good measure. Beca didn’t even complain, just sighed and leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes.

“You just fucking left in the middle of a scene! To what, smoke? Just because you got the hots for Chloe? That’s not-”

“I don’t have the hots for Chloe.” The words sounded ridiculous coming out of her mouth, just like lying to her best friend felt. Stacie, quite frankly, knew exactly how Beca was feeling, and yet denying it still felt easier.

“Yeah, right. My bad. You don’t have the hots for her. You’re absolutely in love with her, better?” Beca couldn’t help but chuckle upon seeing the teasing grin on her friends face, though the other woman still seemed somewhat agitated.

“It’s not like that.”

“It’s not? I’ve seen you two grow closer and closer over the past few weeks a-”

“It’s not like that,” Beca repeated, more determined this time. Stacie was right, they had indeed grown really close over the course of filming this movie, before that even. It had been Chloe’s idea, going out and having fun so they could become friends. It was supposed to make it easier for them, to make them feel more comfortable with each other. But the plan had backfired, Beca now feeling entirely too comfortable with her co-star. “We’re not, we’re not a thing. Just friends.”

“Friends my ass!” Stacie scoffed, shaking her hand. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. Hell, everyone can see it! And I’m sure no one’s gonna say anything if you two-”

“Stace.” Her name was a warning on Beca’s lips and it successfully managed to shut the other woman up. There was an uncertain silence between them for a while, before Beca finally took a deep breath and opened her mouth again. “I like her.”

“And she likes y-”

“She doesn’t. We’re friends and co-stars and we’re supposed to be professional. I’m supposed to be professional. This is against all of my rules and fuck, I can’t do this anymore.”

Stacie seemed to understand when Beca’s voice broke and she immediately pulled the smaller woman into a tight hug, holding her protectively like she was always prone to do. She hated seeing her friend like this, especially knowing how much it took to get her this emotional.

“It hurts, Stace.” The words were barely audible, a quiet whisper at most, but Stacie could hear the pain in them nonetheless.

“Have you talked to her?” she asked gently, the only response being a shake of Beca’s head. “Come on, I’m sure you guys can work something out. This doesn’t have to destroy all of th-”

Stacie never finished her sentence, a quiet chuckle interrupting her. It took both of them a while to realize that it had escaped neither of their lips and, turning around, they could now see Chloe standing a few feet away from them. Beca wasn’t sure, perhaps just imagined the tears rolling down the redhead’s cheeks, but it wasn’t like she could look there anyways, or breathe, or do anything without getting dizzy as her heart hammered in her chest.

“We’re idiots.” Chloe’s voice was light, laced with an uncertainty that Beca wasn’t used to hear, not while talking to the redhead.

She almost didn’t dare look up, but when she did, the other woman was smiling at her. Said smile calming Beca down more than just a little, she managed to build up some more courage. “Why?”

“Would you believe me if I told you that I had this exact conversation with my manager approximately fifty times those past few weeks? I can’t believe it took us this long to realize.”

you guys asked for it soo, here it is!! thanks! the last part (probably?)! 

here are part1 & part2

Beca wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to feeling this way, wasn’t used to feeling this damn dangerous, like one wrong move could potentially hurt, or even kill, the person she loved the most. Even during a full moon she usually managed to do just fine, having found her anchor years ago. She wasn’t used to feeling like this, unable to control her body, even her emotions and imagination going to places she’d never wanted them to. Her instincts were quite literally running wild and she was struggling to breathe as she was so desperately trying to keep herself and Chloe safe while all she wanted was to lash out, to hurt.

But then she felt a hand on her cheek, all soft and gentle and, looking up, she found that the redhead was looking at her all the same, loving and perhaps even trusting, as if she didn’t know that Beca would be able to kill her in less than a second, with one stroke of her claws, one bite. But Beca was going to be okay, knew she was when Chloe then went on to smile at her. Even though Beca flinched away from her touch, even though she growled, Chloe kept looking at her, putting so much trust in her that she wanted to cry.

There would have been something quite beautiful about the whole situation, Beca thought, if she had just been able to stay calm, if everything hadn’t felt so intense and fragile at the same time.

“Beca-” Chloe’s voice was barely above a whisper, tender and careful and everything Beca loved about her. The brunette knew that the other girl wanted to say more, that she had been waiting for this exact moment, that this was just as overwhelming for Chloe as it was for her. But despite having all of these things she wanted to say, Chloe came to a sudden halt, breath hitching in her throat.

Beca barely remembered when she had wrapped her arms around Chloe’s neck, barely even noticed when her claws broke her friend’s delicate skin, wounds now where she had wanted to brush her lips against instead. Only when the blood came trickling down her own arm, only when Chloe winced, Beca realized what she had done. And it broke her heart when Chloe, despite everything, still didn’t pull away, still didn’t run or even move to the other side of the room. Her friend still trusted her more than ever and so Beca was the one to pull back, to scramble away from the other girl in an effort to get some distance between the two of them.

Chloe, however, didn’t seem to understand, simply following her, blue eyes never leaving Beca’s yellow’s. It was then that the brunette realized that while she could possibly lose herself in the oceans that were Chloe’s eyes, could possibly drown, they now also quite literally acted as an anchor, one that she could hold onto, the only thing keeping her sane.

“Get Aubrey!” Beca’s voice was harsh, desperate, begging for Chloe to listen to her for once and not be blinded by how much they usually liked each other, how safe they could always make each other feel. Because right in that moment Beca didn’t feel like herself, not in the slightest, and she knew that Aubrey was definitely the only person who’d be able to calm her down again.

But of course Chloe was shaking her head instead of nodded, taking a few steps closer instead of running out of the door, her lips curled upwards. She didn’t even pay attention to the blood still running down her neck, reaching out for Beca instead.

“Becs, it’s okay-”

Her voice was still so much more loving than Beca could handle, so much more than she could grasp. And so she had to compensate for it with her own words, sharp and angry.

“I hurt you, Chloe,” she growled, hitting the wall behind her as she started to feel her anger rise again. And still she was unable to hide the sadness in those few words. They were laced with guilt, soaked in it. And all Beca could see was red as she flashed her sharp teeth at her friend. She wanted to scare her, wanted Chloe to see her as the monster she could be. “Go get Aubrey.”

And finally, Chloe nodded. She still didn’t look frightened, didn’t look like she’d, not even for one second, believe that Beca was actually going to hurt her. But still, she was nodding as she made her way towards the door. The brunette was sure that she could see her shaking slightly as she turned to face her again.

“You didn’t hurt me, Beca. It’s okay.” And with that Chloe left, doing as she was told and leaving Beca to deal with her agony.

Their room was a mess by the time Aubrey strode through door, trying to keep Chloe behind her in a clear effort to protect the other girl. They soon found that it was unnecessary, the place being a mess, but Beca being herself again, now curled up on her bed, tears brimming in her eyes as she stared at the broken table, the blood stained wall. Her fists had healed themselves already, but the red liquid had stayed as a terrifying reminder of how she had lost control once Chloe had left.

Chloe, who was quickly approaching Beca now, making her scramble away. “Don’t! I could hurt you…”

Beca could tell that the older girl was worried, just wanted to help, but she simply couldn’t take that risk. Not again.

“You didn’t hurt m-”

It was Aubrey who coughed awkwardly, trying to pull the attention to Chloe’s neck that already looked quite infected by now. She knew that she was simply going to heal it later on, but for now it was a reminder that perhaps Beca was right.

“Chloe…” Aubrey tried, but Chloe was already with Beca, hugging her tightly as some tears started to run down her red cheeks.

All of them unknowingly held their breath as the sudden tension engulfed them, neither of them knowing what was going to happen next. It was only when Beca hugged her back, incredibly carefully, that they all exhaled in relief.

“Are you going to be fine?” Aubrey asked as she watched her friends, smiling when Beca nodded in response.

“I don’t know what happened, Aubrey. It’s never been like that before…it was just, it was all so intense, I didn’t know what to do…” Beca sounded small, guilt still written all over her face, but Aubrey smiled at her reassuringly.

“It’s okay, we’ll just hav-”

Before they knew it, Chloe had jumped up again, now hastily making her way to her closet, basically bouncing with excitement, as if something had just suddenly hit her. As if nothing of this had even happened, as if everything was fine.

“Alright, I know how to help. It’s all in the books I’ve read-”

Neither Beca nor Aubrey were able to understand the rest of that sentence, Chloe’s voice now muffled as she seemed to struggle with something. And soon enough, she was approaching them again, carrying a huge pile of books and a just as huge smile plastered all over her face. Because she’d been right all along.

“What?” she grinned sheepishly when both Beca and Aubrey shook their head in amusement, looking at her in a way that could only be described as absolutely loving and completely smitten.