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lena would never admit it, but one of her favorite past times is watching kara. call her a basic useless queer, but she can't help staring at her best friend across the couch from her. she's standing by the window of lena's office, pacing back and forth with a rolled up stack of papers as she essentially talks to herself.

the pacing has since graduated from kara standing on one side, giving out her lines before pivoting on her heel in a split second as if she's arguing with herself. lena can't help the smirk on her face when kara frowns at herself when she misses a line and has to open her stack of papers, haloed by the sun streaming through the windows.

now, lena knows that this is kara practicing for a speech she's about to give as a first time keynote speaker at an upcoming media conference tomorrow. but for now, she's more than happy to bask at this private performance that only she is privy to.

when kara huffs and practically tears the paper in her hands to shreds, lena is out of her seat on the couch and placing her own to stop her friend from making confetti.

"hey, hey," she starts, gentle. "what's going on?"

kara huffs, her glasses sliding just a smidgen down her nose. "i don't know why i agreed to this at all. i'm good with words, but not like this."

"now you know that's not true. you give hope speeches for a living. well, for a side gig."

that elicits an amused snort, albeit reluctant, from kara. "but this is different! i'm supposed to be talking about my work experience and my journey to becoming a senior reporter. that's less..." kara's words tapering off with a shrug.

"less what?"

"i don't know. less cool, i guess. i think about how i got this job and the other people in my office who are just as deserving of being able to share their work and their stories like me."

lena sighs, her heart warmed at her friend's admission, appreciative of her even more and think that through that alone, she thinks that kara deserves to try and share her story.

"then share their story. lift their voices up too. talk about your journey and theirs. let the people know that you're honored for the privilege of speaking to them but you're not the only one, and that the rest of your colleagues are a testament to that," she offers, suggesting a way to get kara out of any potential spiral that she might find herself in.

somehow, those are the right words to say to kara, who is now intently staring at her, nodding vigorously in understanding. then, before she knows what's happening, soft lips are on hers, their bodies pressed together. her mind, her panicking-and-going-cuckoo-bananas mind, finally catches up with what's going on and her body sinks into kara, her lips moving in synchronicity with kara's.

hands appear on her cheeks, cradling her, as her own hands wind up clutching at Kara's shoulders. if not for the need to breathe, lena thinks she would have stayed in that exact moment in time for the rest of her life, if she could.

with her chest slightly heaving, her eyelids slowly flutter open to find ocean blue eyes staring at her in what she can only assume is an identical dazed expression on her face.

"wow."

wow is right, she thinks. "wh-what was that for?"

kara shakes her head, but there's a smile on her face. her thumbs are caressing lena's cheeks. in response, she brings her hands to cradle kara's nape, her fingers just barely interlocking.

"i'd been wanting to do that for a while, but then you started talking and being so helpful and good and i just..."

"had to, huh?"

kara nods, smiles. "yeah."

she returns the smile with an earsplitting one of her own. "i know the feeling."

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Aubrey’s back is to the door of the walk-in that’s been propped open to ease the transfer of the large incoming shipment of dairy products so Stacie manages to walk all the way up to Aubrey without the blonde noticing her. Stacie stares over her shoulder, looks at the carton of almond milk that Aubrey has in her hands.

Aubrey’s murmuring ingredients under her breath, rattling them off as she tries to find a specific one, Stacie’s sure and her focus is admirable and a little adorable.

“Hi,” Stacie whispers into her ear and she knows she shouldn’t but she takes pleasure in the way Aubrey yelps in response, jolting away and turning with a curse ready on her lips.

She softens at the sight of Stacie, mouth falling into a pout as she keeps her eyes narrowed at Stacie. “That was mean.”

“Fancy meeting you here,” Stacie flirts, eyes unable to remain on Aubrey’s gorgeous face even as the woman tries not to smile at her words.

Aubrey holds up the unopened carton, shakes it briefly to draw Stacie’s attention to it.

“Do you think I can mix this with a chemical leavener?”

“I mean, you can mix anything with anything but it’s more about what you’re going for,” Stacie says, still taking the carton from her and no sooner does Aubrey open her mouth to respond but the heavy door slams closed and their heads snap up at that. “Oh, that’s not good.”

“Stacie!” Aubrey exclaims, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

“It’s fine! This is the walk in,” she starts to say. “Everybody has food in here. Someone will come get us sooner rather than later.”

“You sound so sure,” Aubrey says, crossing her arms but it’s obvious that she’s already relaxed considerably.

“Look at that table. Jessica needs to come get her shrimp soon, Chloe’s making simple risotto today which needs cream, and Ashley is grilling so she’ll want to cool off in here.”

“Isn’t there a security feature on these in case people get trapped in here?” Aubrey asks even as she steps closer, fingertips hooking into the front pocket of Stacie’s apron.

“Yes,” Stacie says, her voice husky as she stays still, eager to see how far Aubrey will take it, smiling when Aubrey’s other hand relieves her of the carton of almond milk.

“So why aren’t we already out of here?” Aubrey whispers as she tilts her head up to look at Stacie with interest.

“I let them remove the safety pin while loading big supplies.”

“That doesn’t seem very safe, miss kitchen manager.”

“Are you going to report me to HR?” Stacie asks in the rapidly declining space between their lips.

“I might,” Aubrey says, corners of her mouth twitching up in a badly suppressed smile.

“Oh, please don’t, I’ll get in trouble,” Stacie says in a faux-concerned voice as she lifts her fingers to tuck some of Aubrey’s hair behind her ear, nails softly scraping the skin behind Aubrey’s ear and down her neck and the full body shiver it produces has nothing to do with the cold of the walk-in.

“I guess you’ll just have to convince me not to.”

Her eyes flit down to Stacie’s mouth and that’s all the convincing Stacie needs, surging forwards and capturing Aubrey’s lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her surprised giggle and stepping closer when Aubrey tugs at the front of her apron.

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errrr so I actually haven’t written it yet

and honestly at this point it’s looking rarer and rarer bc I find it super hard to write Pitch Perfect 1 era stuff BUT because you reached out and I think you’re awesome:

in this AU Stacie is the same age as Aubrey and Chloe but instead of auditioning for the Bellas in (her/their) freshman year, she auditions for the Treblemakers instead. 

They have the same legacy policy as the Bellas and her dad was a Treblemaker so they have to let her in and the Trebles learn the value of having a mezzo-soprano in their group and they go on to kick the Barden Bellas ass the whole way. 

So when we start PP1, instead of having Bumper, we actually have Stacie as Leader of the Trebles. Same antagonistic behaviour, same cocky attitude, same jabs back and forth between the Bellas and the Trebles and maybe even a little bit more hate on Aubrey’s end because she knows deep down that Stacie’s a very good singer and would have been amazing as a Bella.

Nothing else in PP1 is changed, the Bellas still beat the Trebles and Stacie has that classic laissez-faire attitude about it because “Meh, I’ve already won three times. Who cares?” and Aubrey’s even more annoyed by it because of COURSE it matters. 

But Stacie’s been flirting with her for like four years and she’s never done anything about it (because of the whole vocal cords ripped out by wolves thing) and the motto may be Bellas for life but dammit if Stacie isn’t hot as hell and she finds herself wondering what that could be like so on the day they graduate, like, literally hours later, she marches across campus to the Trebles house where they’re hosting a graduation party, finds Stacie and drags her into a room to… well, you know. 

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