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charmingcentry · 5 years

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Walls - Bechloe

Summary: Three times Chloe caught Beca from falling and one time where the brunette got up herself.

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Beca wasn’t one for crying.

Or showing sentimental feelings in general.

She built walls around her heart, the foundation composed of the countless years of being made fun of because she didn’t have two parents like the other kids. There’s also the lack of trust within her relationship with her parents and the dozens of arguments she’s been through. The walls would continue to rise with every harmful incident - when her female friends left when the brunette came out as bisexual, how her mother and father always argued when they spoke, or when Beca realized that the people you love leave you.

All the walls built around her heart would cause the brunette to fall at times.

And every time she would stumble and fall, a kind-hearted redhead would be there to catch her.

2013

The sky turned dark when Chloe noticed the reverberating noise of sobs when she walked upstairs - she had just completed hanging their ICCA Championship Banners. Like a bloodhound, the redhead poked her head around the seemingly empty house - most of the Bellas were in their college lectures - and attempted to locate the noise. She passed by all the bedroom doors and came to a stop in front of a room she became familiar with, Fat Amy and Beca’s room.

She pressed her ear against the white wooden door and heard faint sniffling and crying, it seemed to have died down. Chloe froze when she heard what sounded like “She doesn’t feel the same.” The redhead stood in front of the room, hesitant to walk in, not wanting to disturb the sophomore. Chloe knew well that Beca was sobbing, Fat Amy was currently out with Bumper. The redhead took a deep breath, turned the doorknob and peeked in.

Chloe’s eyebrows furrowed, seeing an empty cluttered bed where she assumed Beca would be. The redhead took one step further and found her friend, on the floor, hugging her knees. The redhead’s heart ached when she saw the state Beca was in, the brunette didn’t seem to be the one to cry. Chloe approached the crying brunette and kneeled down.

“Becs? You okay?” The brunette seemed to tense up, her once shaking body movement frozen by the sound of Chloe’s soothing voice. With her body still tense, Beca only nodded. “You don’t seem okay… do you wanna talk about it?”

The shaking body movement returned as Beca lifted her head, staring at Chloe with strained eyes and a somber expression. Her mouth was wavering as she tried to speak. “I- was I being loud?”

Chloe’s heart pounded when she heard the sad-sounding voice, Beca’s tone lacking her wittiness. “Kind of, I heard you crying from down the hall.” The brunette mouthed “sorry.” “Don’t apologize for being upset, you’re okay really. Do you wanna tell me what’s going on?” Chloe wondered what she was crying about, especially after hearing what she heard through the door.

The brunette only averted her eyes away and slowly let go of her knees, straightening out her legs and resting her hands on her lap. “Not really…”

“Okay. Do you need anything?”

Beca tugged at her bottom lip, shooting an inconsistent glance at Chloe. “Can you just… stay with me please?”

The redhead nodded as she slowly stood up. “Of course… do you wanna move to your bed maybe? It’s much comfier than the floor y'know.” Beca sniffled once more before slowly rising to her feet. She shuffled to her bed and took a seat, pressing her back against the wall. Chloe sat next to her, ignoring the temptation to hold Beca’s hand or to kiss her, she hated seeing her best friend in this solemn state.

To her surprise, Beca lowered her head onto Chloe’s shoulder and curled her body against the redhead’s side. She took that as an invitation to wrap her arms around the upset brunette and Beca eventually was cuddling with Chloe. The redhead remained quiet as Beca slowly fluttered her eyelids closed and took on a steady breathing pattern. She glanced down to examine Beca’s face, noticing how puffy her cheeks are and the multiple tear tracks that ran down her face. Whatever it made Beca upset must’ve been really hurtful.

Especially when the person you love, probably will never love you back.

2014

The brunette ignored the feeling of throwing up and the stream of tears wanting to escape. She disregarded how heavy her head became and the feeling of her skull being pressed against from all angles, like the stop in tear flow flooded Beca’s head. She didn’t want to break down in front of the girls, especially in public.

Earlier that day, Beca received a message from her father that the brunette’s grandfather passed away. The two were close, Beca spending the majority of her childhood with her grandpa. He would take the young brunette out for ice cream, he would aid Beca with her science homework, and most importantly, heavily influenced her passion for music. The brunette’s grandfather played a tremendous role in Beca’s and life and now he was gone. It took every fiber in her body to not break out into a sob, not wanting to awaken Chloe, her roommate while they were in the hotel.

They were out of town, the Bellas were competing in the ICCA’s once again and the venue was located in Tampa, Florida. Tampa is the city where Chloe grew up in, the redhead wanted to bring the Bellas to a mall she would often frequent during her high school years. Beca didn’t want to ruin the happy enjoyable moment with the news of her grandfather’s passing. So, she sucked it up and continued on with the shopping trip.

She was staring blankly at a clothing rack when she heard someone call her name. Beca slowly looks up and finds her friend, Stacie.

“You good there Beca? You’ve been staring at that ugly polka-dotted romper for the past few minutes. I mean, Chloe would probably think it’ll look good on you.” The brunette blinked, trying to process Stacie’s sentences amongst the thoughts of her grandpa. Her brain couldn’t even take in the Chloe remark. “Earth to Beca~”

The brunette shook her head. “Oh! Yeah, I’m fine. Just wondering if I should buy anything…” Stacie narrowed her eyes before she shrugged her shoulders. “Alright, come on let’s go, we’ve been waitin’ for you by the entrance.”

Stacie grips Beca’s wrist, leading her to the entrance of the clothing store. Once she’s settled with the group, Chloe leads them to the next store, Beca trailing far behind. The brunette’s arms were crossed against her chest as she kept her gaze on the brick floor, distracting herself by examining the pattern. A sudden change from the bright sunlight to the dark and loud environment became enough for Beca to pay attention to where she was again. She perks her head up and laid her eyes on bright blue ones.

“Come on! Let’s find like a matching jacket or something.” Chloe grabbed Beca’s wrist and pulled her farther into the store as the other Bellas waggled their eyebrows at one another. Before the brunette knew what was happening, she found herself holding a denim jacket. “What’d you think about that?”

Beca’s hands began to tremble as she looked at the jacket, remembering how her grandpa would always wear one. She recalled the rough feeling of denim whenever he would hug the young brunette and the way it sounded. The brunette’s pounding headache came back.

“Hey, you okay?” Chloe asked. When Beca gave no response except for the trembling body movement, similar to the one from sophomore year, she dragged her into a secluded corner of the store. “Stacie told me there’s something up with you. What is it Becs?” Beca only pressed her lips together. “Come on… you’ve been a little checked out lately what’s wrong?”

Chloe took the denim jacket out of Beca’s hands and placed it on a nearby rack. “My, grandpa he… he passed away this morning.” The redhead’s mouth gaped open, immediately taking Beca in for a hug. For the first time, Beca relaxed into her arms and started sobbing lightly.

“I’m so sorry Beca. But don’t worry, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’ll be fine.” Chloe was reminded of where they were when an employee passed by the two. The redhead didn’t let go. “We’ll talk about this in the hotel okay? I know how you like your privacy.”

Beca nodded as she pulled away, wiping her face with the neckline of her shirt. For the rest of the shopping trip, Chloe held her hand.

Later that night, Chloe settled into her side of the bed, unsurprised to see Beca already curled up in a ball. The redhead inched closer to the brunette as rested a hand on her side, Beca at first tensed up from Chloe’s gentle touch but eventually relaxed. After a couple moments of silence, Beca spoke.

“I didn’t wanna tell you guys because I didn’t wanna ruin the shopping trip… you seemed so excited. I didn’t wanna rain on your parade.” Chloe tugged at her bottom lip, running her hand up and down Beca’s side.

“Don’t hesitate to tell me things like this Becs, I’ll always be there for you. Don’t feel like you’re being a burden, because you’re not. Okay?” Beca nodded. “I know you like keeping things pent up but I’m here for you whenever okay?” Beca nodded once more as she turned over to face Chloe. The brunette slowly scooted closer to the redhead and Chloe smiled at Beca’s movements.

The redhead lowered herself onto the mattress and wrapped her arms around Beca, the brunette resting her head underneath Chloe’s. The redhead pressed a kiss on Beca’s forehead and held the brunette protectively. When she knew that Beca was asleep - the brunette is famous for being the heaviest sleeper, the runner-up being Fat Amy - she whispered softly:

“I love you so much Beca…”

The redhead drifted to sleep, unbeknownst that Fat Amy and Flo had their ears pressed against the wall, and listened to the exchange between the two - other than the I love you.

Beca woke up that day to the Bellas in their hotel room, with flowers and food.

2016

The words exchanged with Jesse were laced with venom, the two spewing aggressive words until their voices were hoarse.

It was supposed to be a movie night, Beca found herself in Jesse’s bedroom in the Treblemakers house and the Treblemaker wouldn’t quit the incessant questions about Chloe.

Sure, Beca did feel something for Chloe during her relationship with Jesse, but she stopped trying.

Jesse didn’t seem to believe her.

He accused Beca of cheating, claiming that Chloe was the only one that the brunette would allow to touch her. Jesse brought up how Beca and her behaved more like a couple than they ever did, stomping his foot on the ground heavily that Beca was scared of the floor breaking underneath them.

The brunette eventually had enough, gathering her belongings and storming back to the Bellas house. She could feel the other Treblemaker’s eyes create dozens of holes on her body as she slammed their door shut.

Her walls grew stronger as she felt the tears emerge from her eyes and the intense pounding that came from her head.

Even with her walls becoming firmer and indestructible, there’s always someone she could turn to.

Even if the situation may involve them.

Beca rushed into the Bellas house, immediately directing herself towards Chloe’s room as if she were on auto-pilot. Her thoughts rushed through her head, specifying on her feelings for Chloe; those words drowned out the Bellas calling after her in the living room. The brunette reached her hand out even before she was at Chloe’s door and once she was, she grasped the metal knob and twisted.

“Becs what-

"Jesse and I broke up.”

Chloe’s mouth didn’t form a frown or a surprised expression like Beca would assume it did. Instead, the redhead smiled sweetly and stood from her mattress, walking over to Beca and wrapping her in a hug. The brunette didn’t tense up for once… she clenched onto Chloe and sobbed, her eyes tightly closed as she gripped the back of Chloe’s shirt. The redhead rubbed circles on Beca’s back, kicking the door closed behind them. Chloe led the brunette to her bed where Beca still didn’t let go.

“Wanna say why you guys broke up?”

Without thinking, her mouth formed words before her brain could process them. “T-thought I was cheating on him with you because I still have feelings for you.”

When Beca realized what she said, she immediately tore herself from Chloe’s comforting grip, both letting out a slight whimper. “Shit I- Chlo…”

Chloe could feel her own tears forming, but kept strong for the upset brunette. Instead of questioning Beca, the redhead simply reached back out for her. “We don’t have to talk about it… for now we can just sit here in silence if that’s what you want?”

Beca could feel her flight or fight response pulsing throughout her petite body. She could feel her feet wanting to run and her body wanting to be away from Chloe’s.

She didn’t.

Instead, Beca curled back up into Chloe’s body and closed her eyes, still sniffling as she drifted to sleep. The redhead held Beca firmly and securely and couldn’t help but feel so selfish.

The girl she failed her Russian Lit exam for liked her as well.

And that’s what managed to fill her entire brain.

2017

“Lemme get this straight… you basically told Chloe that you like her and you two haven’t talked about it since then.” Aubrey smacks Beca lightly on the forehead with her straw - the two agreed to meet each other in a small cafe located a few blocks away from their hotel after the whole hostage situation. It’s early morning, still many hours away from Beca’s performance tonight.

“Look, we just never really… talked about it.” Aubrey begins to open her mouth but Beca stops her. “Yes we live together but it just never came up.”

Aubrey only rolls her eyes. “I’ve watched this sexual tension go on for so long Beca, when will you give in?”

The brunette picks apart her croissant, the flakey crumbs scattering across her lap. Her feelings for Chloe have been picking apart at Beca for so long and she could never manage to turn her thoughts into words and her words into actions.

“What if she doesn’t like me anymore? I mean, it’s been a year.”

Aubrey smiles a bit. “It’s been 7 years and she still hasn’t given up. I think you’re fine.”

Beca gapes her mouth open. “Holy shit 7 years?” Aubrey nods as the brunette shoves her head into her hands, ignoring how the silverware clattered against the table. “I’m so dumb.”

“Yes, that’s very clear.” The brunette shoots her head back up, glaring at Aubrey. “I’m kidding but yeah you were oblivious.” The blonde bites her bottom lip for a bit. “If it means anything… Chloe was kind of oblivious too at first… she kept obsessing over you when she saw you at the activities fair. It was really clear she had a toner for you but never admitted until Hood Night.”

Beca’s head remains in her hands. “How should I tell her?”

Aubrey waves their waiter over for the check, pulling out her cash. “That’s for you to decide Beca.”

The brunette releases her head, finishing off her croissant before they leave.

She has an idea.

The brunette’s been silent ever since she returned from her little morning conversation with Aubrey, not wanting to speak in fear she would confess at the wrong time. Her being silent wasn’t much before, but now, it has everyone concerned.

Other than Aubrey of course.

her walls have been beginning to lower and ease down all because of the sweetest and sincerest redhead on planet Earth.

Her performance is inching closer and closer along with her confession. Beca is scheduled to arrive two hours earlier for a microphone check, costume, hair, and makeup. The brunette proceeds to store all of her items into her suitcase, the Bellas will be leaving Europe in two days. As Beca stores her shower supplies away, she feels a tap on her shoulder. She turns and finds Chloe standing there, smiling as great as ever.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Just wanted to wish you luck since you’re leaving in like… 30 minutes. And also, are you okay? You’ve been kind of quiet.”

It pains Beca to not tell Chloe, especially since they are currently alone at the moment. But Beca wanted to save it for later…

“I’m fine, just kind of nervous.”

Chloe nods accordingly and pecks a kiss on Beca’s cheek - something that the brunette has become accustomed to. “Well, you got nothing to worry about.”

The redhead helps Beca with the packing process and the brunette had to bite her tongue down with every thought she had of wanting to tell Chloe.

Her eyes remain on Chloe’s icy blue eyes for the majority of her performance, seeing as they were the most visible amongst the crowd. Beca slowly approaching the Bellas was all apart of her plan: wanting to sing as a group one last time and to confess to Chloe.

She wasn’t one for big gestures but this sure would be the biggest step that Beca has ever taken outside her comfort zone.

The brunette makes sure to surround the Bellas in the most loving hug she could muster without letting the tear flow break.

As she slowly backs up into the line with everyone’s hand holding one another’s, Beca couldn’t help but smile.

The crowd erupts into a gigantic cheer and Beca turns immediately on her heel, with her eyes set on Chloe.

The brunette taps Chloe on the shoulder once and she turns around right away. Before the redhead could hug Beca, the brunette cradles Chloe’s face and presses her lips onto hers. Beca takes into account how satisfying it feels to kiss the girl she’s been chasing for so many years. The redhead kisses back with as much passion, her arms settling on Beca’s waist.

The Bellas cheer as the two kiss on stage, the crowd erupting in bursts of cheers as they continuing kissing.

Her walls have been taken down and Beca couldn’t have asked for a better person to take those sturdy barriers down.

Chloe Beale never left Beca.

And that’s what made her walls fall.

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pitchedperfectly · 5 years

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Bad Day Cookies

Beca was in a bad mood. She was pretty sure it was bad enough to make everyone within a ten foot distance to steer clear. The Bellas especially, who had spent the past three and a half years with her, knew she was not to be bothered while in her mood.

Emily, though, was new. Therefore, she figured she would bring it upon herself to cheer up her captain. She had been studying with Stacie, who was tutoring her in biology. When she heard the front door to the Bellas house slam shut, she looked up from her seat on Stacie’s bed curiously.

“Oh, God,” Stacie muttered under her breath. “Prepare yourself, Legs, Beca’s in a mood.”

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Emily was really happy that Stacie liked her enough to give her a nickname, despite being an inch or two taller than herself. That thought was stuck in the back of her mind as she silently wondered how Stacie knew it was Beca that had slammed the door. She stewed on it for a minute before voicing her question, listening to the sudden thunder of the rest of the Bellas racing up the stairs to avoid the massacre that would happen downstairs if they stayed.

“She’s done it since sophomore year when we got this house.” Stacie explained. “I know it’s her because no one else in a bad mood would slam the door that hard. Except maybe CR, but her moods are a different story.”

“Oh.” Emily frowned. “Should we go see what’s wrong?” Her frown deepened when Stacie vehemently shook her head, mild fear in her eyes.

“Hell, no. The first time she slammed the door, we thought the same thing. I’m shocked we still have all of our limbs intact, I thought she’d rip them off completely.”

“Hmmm...”

“Seriously, Em, I wouldn’t bother. She usually just bakes in her misery for a couple of hours before turning back to her regular moody self.”

The word bakes set off a lightbulb in Emily’s mind, and she leapt off the bed. “I’ll make her some cookies! Nobody can be mad at cookies , right? Plus, my brain is kinda dead from all this biology stuff. I mean, honestly, how is photosynthesis gonna help me with my psych degree?”

Stacie reached out to grab Emily’s arm, continuing to shake her head. “Do what you want, but just know you’re being really brave right now.”

Emily laughed on her way out the door, thinking Stacie was just over-exaggerating. She made her way down the stairs, before coming to a stop in the doorway to the living room for a couple seconds, admiring Beca.

Beca was sitting against the arm of the couch, back to Emily. She was already huddled over her laptop, a blanket that was way bigger than her covering her shoulders and headphones in place over her ears. Emily could hear the annoyed mutters coming from the shorter girl, and she couldn’t help a giggle from escaping her lips. Beca was just too cute.

My crush is getting a little out of control, she thought to herself.

Emily’s smile froze on her face when Beca whipped her head around, a death glare already set in place.

“Who the fuck---” her face softened considerably when she saw Emily (who was suddenly scared shitless), but not by much. “Oh. Hi, Legacy.” She then returned to whatever she was doing on her laptop, and Emily took it upon herself to cautiously make her way over to the other side of the couch.

She sat, facing Beca. “Hey.”

Beca looked up again, eyeing her curiously. Emily almost laughed again - it was like looking at a caged animal. She smiled softly when Beca nodded her head, the annoyance clear on her face.

“What’s going on?” Emily asked, trying to sound as casually as possible. She didn’t get an answer - Beca just raised an eyebrow at her before focusing her attention back on her laptop. A minute or two passed; Emily made a move to get up, but was stopped by Beca putting up a finger. So she sat back against the couch arm and waited patiently.

Another few minutes passed, and Beca finally leaned back and sighed heavily. She lightly shoved her laptop towards Emily, who startled in surprise.

“What do you think of this?” Beca handed her her headphones, and Emily let out a little gasp at being offered them. In her eight months at the Bellas, she had never seen Beca let anyone touch her headphones. Except maybe Chloe; but that was mostly because she often weasled their way into her possession.

Emily slid the headphones over her head and pressed the spacebar, waiting for the music. She half-expected the worlds set Beca had been working on, but was instead surprised by the piano that came through. They were short notes, spaced out between each other; nothing accompanied the notes except for small hits on a ride cymbal. She continued listening as the piano continued adding notes to fill the lengthy pockets of silence, smiling when a violin finally entered to join.

The song continued, and felt very melancholy and almost.. Nostalgic? She didn’t know how to place it. She swayed to the beats, though, and her ears were very delighted to hear the rest of the orchestral ensemble come in. Emily was broken out of her reverie when the music came to an abrupt stop.

She looked back up at Beca, who was staring at her intensely. Emily blinked a couple times before gently taking the headphones off.

“Wow, that was crazy good. Unfinished?”

Emily could see the ghost of a smile that appeared on Beca’s face.

“Uh.. yeah. I’ve been trying to hash out some kind of lyrics for it all day because my boss has been on my ass about being original and having a voice and blah blah blah-- but I literally can’t figure anything out.”

“Well, you don’t have to have lyrics to have a voice!” Emily replied brightly, to which Beca let out a groan.

“Yeah, I wish. He’s all about the beauty of lyrics.”

Deducing those words to be the reason behind Beca’s mood, Emily remembered why she had come downstairs in the first place. She hopped out of her seat - making Beca jump in surprise in the meantime - and extended a hand.

“C’mon grumpy. Let’s bake some cookies?”

“Excuse me, what?”

Emily leaned forward so that her face was inches away from Beca, who shifted backwards uncomfortably. “Cookies!” She then stood straight up, hand still extended. “Whenever I would get into a bad mood, my mom would force me into the kitchen and we would bake cookies together until I wasn’t anymore. Soooo, I decided that that’s what I’ll do with you!”

Beca scoffed. “What makes you think I’m in a bad mood?”

“Uh, maybe the fact that you slammed the front door and made everyone who was down here scamper upstairs like scared mice?”

Beca visibly deflated at this. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Nevermind that,” Emily shook her head, gesturing wildly to her hand. “Get up, let’s go!”

Seeing that there was no alternative for her, Beca sighed and let Emily hoist her up out of her seat. She haphazardly closed her laptop before she was dragged into the kitchen. And in true Beca fashion, she watched as Emily got out all of the ingredients needed for the cookies rather than helping her.

“So uh, we don’t have any chocolate chips... so we’re just gonna stick to snickerdoodle this time, if that’s okay.” Emily’s voice came from behind the cupboard she was sticking her head into, and Beca blinked a couple times.

“Dude, don’t even worry. I’ve had enough chocolate chip to last me a lifetime, living in this house.”

“Good!” Emily replied, closing the cupboard to turn and smile at the other girl. “Because there are literally no other alternatives.”

“I have a feeling that much of your open-ended questions are not actually up for debate.” Beca said, her voice deadpan. She rolled her eyes at Emily’s excited nod of agreement.

“Okay, so melt the butter for me please?” Emily all but threw the sticks of butter at Beca before she could even say a reply.

“God, you are so lucky I caught this.”

“They’re literally solid, Beca, don’t be so dramatic.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a fun activity?”

Despite her snarky comment, Beca couldn’t stop herself from smiling even if she tried. Which she wasn’t. They were working together in relative silence, mixing together the ingredients. Emily only spoke up to give Beca instructions, who insisted that she knew what she was doing.

And then Beca took some flour in her hands and threw it into Emily’s face. Beca doubled over in laughter when she saw the look of utter shock on the legacy’s face. When she finally managed to calm her giggles, she looked up and saw Emily brushing flour out of her hair and started her laughter again.

Emily had never heard Beca laugh so hard before. And while she had been taken aback at the sudden powder in her face, she couldn’t help but laugh along. She then took a handful of flour into her own hands and threw it at the smaller girl, who only laughed harder when she was hit in the face. Soon enough, there was a small pile of flour on the kitchen floor and two girls laughing so hard that tears streaked down their flour-caked face.

They were only interrupted by Stacie’s cry of, “What the hell is going on!?” followed by Fat Amy’s raucous shout of, “Cookies!” that stopped them from continuing their laughter.

Beca and Emily took one look at each other and gave a subtle nod, grins still apparent on their faces. They stood up and continued mixing ingredients together as if nothing had happened.

“Hello? We’re right here ?” Stacie asked, annoyed. Beca cast a peek at Emily, whose lips were upturned in a smile she was desperately trying to hide. She watched as the legacy took a small handful of flour from the bag that was sitting next to her, and inconspicuously gathered up her own.

They heard Stacie huff and step into the kitchen, along with Fat Amy. That was their cue, and they turned on their heels to face the two girls and threw the flour in the air, starting up their insane laughter once more.

They heard the rest of the Bellas begin to clamber down the stairs at the sound of Stacie’s angry scream, and the kitchen was virtually chaos. The girls who were lucky enough not to have gotten flour at them watched in amusement as Stacie wiped flour off her face. Amy had just shrugged it off and made her way over to the balls of dough they had made, popping one in her mouth despite Emily’s cries of, “No, don’t!”

Chloe eventually established order in the kitchen, seeing as Beca was too busy stifling her laughter to do anything about it. She fixed the two with a stern glare before telling them to clean up their mess.

“I expect perfect cookies!” she said, not being able to be angry for too long. Her signature Chloe-smile was now on her face, and she ushered the Bellas out of the kitchen. Emily watched them leave, traces of laughter still apparent on her face.

The kitchen settled back into silence, but something in the atmosphere had changed. Beca couldn’t wipe the smile off her face, and she kept stealing glances at Emily. The other girl pretended not to notice, but her own smile was still on her face. By the time they finally put the cookies in the oven to bake, Beca had come to her own conclusion that no one else had ever successfully gotten her out of one of her moods as easily as Emily had.

She turned around to lean against the counter to watch Emily, who was rummaging around for their dustpan.

“What?” Emily asked when she finally noticed the staring.

“You’re just so fucking cute.” Beca said without thinking, instantly smacking herself in the head when she realised what she said. “Oh my God, I’m an idiot. Sorry-- You just. Yeah.”

Emily set the dustpan on the floor before making her way over to Beca, remnants of flour still on both of their faces. She stood in front of the other girl, who was avoiding her eyes.

“I’m cute, huh?” Emily asked with a smug look on her face. “That’s great, tell me more.”

Beca huffed before finally meeting their eyes. “Y’know, even with flour on your face, you’re really beautiful. I don’t think that’s really fair.”

Suddenly feeling very flustered, Emily felt her face getting hotter as a blush reached her cheeks. “Yeah, well. Take a look at yourself, then. It’s not exactly fair, either.”

“Mmm.”

Their proximity was making Emily nervous. She knew what she wanted - Hell, she had had a crush on Beca since before they even formally met - but Beca looking at her with soft eyes made her wonder if Beca wanted the same, too.

Before she could overthink it, Beca stood on her tiptoes to brush their lips together.

Fuck it . Emily thought, before bringing a hand up to Beca’s cheek and fully kissing the other girl. She was in bliss; Beca’s lips were so soft and so gentle, and she could have stood there kissing her forever if it weren’t for the fact that she was laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Beca asked when they parted, smile on her face.

“You had to stand on your tiptoes to kiss me.” Emily said with a laugh, watching as Beca’s smile slid off her face to morph into a faux annoyed look.

“You know what, screw you. Height jokes are a low blow.”

Emily stifled the joke that was screaming at her to come out, instead leaning down to give Beca one more quick peck on the lips. Beca’s annoyed face lightened up a bit, but returned when she heard Fat Amy’s scream in the living room.

“ THE ACA-BITCHES ARE MAKING OUT!”

Emily slid her hand into Beca’s, who squeezed gently as the thunder of Bellas racing down the stairs filled their ears.

Sure, Beca had a bad day. But who was to say a nice tall drink of water wouldn’t make it better?

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netflixmomma516 · 5 years

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Her Secrets 8 | 13RW Series

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"How was school today?" My dad asks as I walk through the kitchen door. "Not bad," I shrug, "but Scott asked to hang out tonight and I told him I'd have to talk to you first." He looked up at me and sat there to think for a minute, "Is this the same guy you met up with yesterday?" "Yes," I said nervously. "What time will you leave and what time will you be home tonight?" "I will leave at 5 and I will be home by 10." I smile from ear to ear knowing full well he's letting me go. "No later or you'll be in big trouble," he said with a stern voice. "Of course dad," I smiled and hugged his neck. "Thank you." I let go and kissed his rough cheek. "You're welcome, have fun."

I went upstairs, Me; Hey Scott, I'll be over at 5 is that okay?

I put my phone on my charger and decided to change into something comfier. I heard my phone vibrate sprinting to it from my closet almost tripping over my desk chair.

Scott; 5 is great I'll see you then.

He also sends his address. I smile from ear to ear. I'm so excited to finally have some one on one time with Scott. -- "Bye dad, I'll be home by 10," I called out from the kitchen. "Okay be careful," he yells from the office. He's probably drowning himself in work again. I walk out to my car and plug his address in my phone. "You'll reach your destination in 14 minutes." I smile and drive the 14 minutes to Scott's house. --

I keep thinking about the kiss from Jeff today though. I feel like I should at least tell Jeff I'm hanging with Scott tonight. I don't know if I should though, because he might ruin it like Scott did to my date with Jeff.

-- "Your destination is on the left." I look to the left and see a cute brick house with a big front yard. I pull in the driveway and park behind Scott's BMW, "you've reached your destination." I take a deep breath, Me; hey Scott I'm here

I cut the engine and grab my purse.

I see Scott coming to meet me. His smile is so contagious. He's so adorable. His arms are wide open for me to give him a hug. I gladly emerge myself in his arms. "I'm so glad you came." I backed away and smile at the dirty blonde guy. "I am too."

"Let's get inside it's freezing." He grabbed my hand and walked me to the front door.

"Hey Sage, YNN is here." He yells to someone. I instantly go tense. Our hands still in each other, I see an older guy. He looks about 20 to 22. He almost looks identical to Scott. That must be his brother. I relaxed realizing that Sage is his older brother. "Hey, you must be the famous YN that Scott can't stop talking about." I instantly blush at his comment, I look to Scott his face is the same crimson color. "Hi," is all I could get out.

Sage smiles at us and looks down to our hands. He smiles more. "Well we're going to be in my room," Scott finally says after the embarrassment. "Wear a condom!" Sage yells. My face goes white again.

Is that Scott's intention. If it is, I might as well leave now and never talk to him again.

He realizes my face change, "don't listen to him." He laughs. I shake off that feeling.

-- We finally reach his room. It's painted blue, with a black bed, and gray sheets. A desk tucked away in the corner next to a TV stand with an Xbox on it. His bed is neatly made with 4 pillows.

He leaves me standing in the doorway while he goes to sit on his bed. I suddenly get nervous. This is the first time I've been in a guys bedroom in 3 months. - "Sam where are you?" I enter the living room of his mom's house. "In my room!" He calls back. I quickly climb the stairs. I find him laying in his bed watching his favorite movie. I roll my eyes, "you started the movie without me?" I say offended he would do such a thing. He laughed, "Come here." He said with arms stretched to embrace my body. I cuddled next to him, "I missed you, babe." I said as I kissed his lips. "I missed you too." I rested my head on his chest.

A sex scene came on the movie, I looked up at Sam instantly wanting what they were doing. "Sam I want that," I told him. "You got it, babe." He smiled as he flipped on top of me. - I suddenly want to get sick.

"Hey, Scott where's the bathroom?" I was able to get out before I start to gag. "Right across the hall." I ran and slammed the bathroom door behind me. I throw up.

I sink next to the toilet. "Why?" I start to cry. "Why can't I be a normal girl?" I want to scream.

I take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror. I wash my mouth out with some water. "You're a normal teenager YNN. You got this." I huff again and decide to go back to Scott.

I open the door and reveal a worried looking Scott staring at me. "You okay?" He rushes to look me up and down. "Yeah sorry must just be nervous, I sometimes get sick when I get nervous. I'm sorry." Feeling extremely embarrassed. "No worries YNN. No need to be nervous, we're just friends." I wish it was more than that.

So he can scoop me up in his arms and tuck me in his bed and just cuddle me all night. But unfortunately, that's not the case at the moment.

He takes my hand and leads me back to his room. "I called for pizza, it should be here in 30 minutes." I smile as he sits me down on the bed.

"So how was your day?" Scott starts to make small talk. "It was good." I still feel very awkward. "How was yours?" I ask trying to mask the awkwardness I feel. "It's great now that I'm hanging out with you." He smiles and relaxes as I try to feel comfortable.

He shifts to lay on his pillows. "Do you want to lay down too?" I shrug, "sure." I shift so I'm laying next to him on my back. I smile at him. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot," Scott admits. "Why do you feel like that?" I ask curiously to what has been wrong so far, well besides him ruining my date with Jeff.

"The first day, where we were about to smoke around you, your date with Jeff, and yesterday at the park. I feel like crap." I looked at him and he was looking down at the comforter. I put my finger under his chin to have him look at me. "Scott, it's fine. You're making everything better tonight." I smile at him.

"YNN I don't understand you?" He said as more of a question. "What do you mean?" I ask worriedly. "I feel like you have been through something, but yet you're still positive." worriedly turn to look down. I look at my stomach. He has no clue what I've been through. He lifts my chin to have me look at him. "What's wrong? You can talk to me?"

Scott is not like Jeff at all. I feel like if I told Jeff about my past he would understand why I had to run. But I feel like Scott has always had this perfect life. "I'm fine Scott. I promise." I smile at him. A fake smile but he can't tell the difference.

"Yo, Scott pizzas here!" I hear his brother call up the stairs.

"I'll be right back," he smiles at me and hops off his bed.

I look around the room. I spot a picture next to the TV, it was a picture of him and Chloe at Prom, I'm assuming last year. They look so happy. I want to know what happened between them.

I keep looking around and see some baseball stuff on his desk. I smile. I imagine he's a hit with the ladies.

A few moments later I see Scott waltz back in his bedroom with a smile and a pizza box in his hand. I smile back at the dumb blonde teenage boy in front of me.

"Pizza madam?" He smiles. "Yes, sir." I keep my smile on my face. He settles on his bed next to me. -- "So YNN, let's talk." He took away my breath away. What about? I'm not saying two words about my past. "Okay." I fake smile trying to mask my nerves. "Why did you leave Omaha? Why did you want to live with your dad." I decide to stick with, 'it wasn't safe'.

"I left Omaha because it wasn't really safe for me anymore. My dad and my mom divorced when I was 3 but they remained on good terms, my mom eventually got remarried, but my dad drowned himself in work to fill the void my mom left behind and he loved his work. Well, the company he works for gave him an offer he couldn't refuse. He left when I was 14. When my life got turned upside down my dad offered me to come to live here with him. I couldn't turn it down. I haven't seen him except once a year when he came to Omaha. So I packed up my stuff a week and a half ago and now here I am, laying in a practical strangers bed confessing my life to him." I smile at the last part to let him know I was kidding.

"YNN, I'm sorry..." He starts. "No don't be. There's no way you could've known." I smiled. "But I do have a question for you." I finally get to know the burning question that I've been dying to know since I learned that Scott and Chloe dated. "What's up?" He asked curious to what I have to ask him. "Why did you and Chloe break up? In that picture, you look so happy. What happened?"

He looks to the exact picture I was referring to. “Chlo and I have known each other since 3rd grade when she moved here. She quickly became the pretty girl next door, she was one of my best friends. Sophomore year I started noticing feelings towards her that I had never felt before. I felt like that for a year before I told her at the beginning of Junior year. She told me she felt the same way. I was so happy. We started dating."

"Why did you guys break up?" I asked with hesitation.

"So I started becoming really good at baseball, and I never once hid the fact that I had a girlfriend from my teammates. Well, one night my coach basically made me choose between Chloe or baseball, so we decided to break up." "Do you still have feelings for her." I looked down at my hands. It's not just about my feelings anymore it's my baby's too.

"I do but I want to get to know you. There's something about you that intrigues me." He smiled in my direction.

I relaxed. "What intrigues you?" I asked in pure confusion.

"There's just something about you."

I just shake my head at him and smile. He doesn't want to know me. I guarantee.

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A Comedy and a Tragedy

Fandom: Life is Strange / Before the Storm

Pairing: Steph Gingrich / Samantha Myers

Major tags: Angst, fluff, canon-compliant, serial

Words: ~2,400

Summary: Samantha and Steph meet unexpectedly in the hospital the night after The Tempest. Samantha gets wrapped up in trying to help Nathan. Again. Part 2 of Knowing the Odds. Read the full story on AO3.

"What are you doing here?"

Samantha snapped awake, looking up at whoever spoke but not recognizing them yet. She had fallen asleep. She had told herself that she wasn't going to fall asleep until she saw Nathan.

"Yo, Sam, you okay? You here for Mikey?"

"What?"

Oh, it's Steph.

Steph Gingrich sat in the chair next to where Samantha had fallen asleep, in the tiny lounge outside Urgent Care. She was dressed in different clothes since this evening when they'd met in the courtyard - a blue shirt now, but the same beanie - or a duplicate. She had said she had a bunch of them. Despite the fresh clothes, she looked uncharacteristically haggard. Nathan had said Steph wasn't at the play, but he hadn't said anything about her being at the hospital.

Samantha realized she was slumped over and sat up, reaching to smooth out her hair.

"Oh, hey Steph," she said. Her throat was dry. How long had she been asleep? "What are you doing here?"

"So, not Mikey then." Steph turned and sat back in the chair, casting an eye towards the bright hallway past the attending nurse. "Well, Mikey broke his arm, so me and Drew are keeping him company. It's my shift to be awake in case he is."

"Oh. Oh god!, what happened?"

Steph shrugged, still looking down the hall instead of at Samantha. "Ah, well, it's . . . kind of a complicated situation. But it's over. I think."

Samantha checked her phone, which was quick to remind her that it was low on battery. 6:15am. A two-hour nap. She should text her Mom.

She shrugged, and said, "Well, it's kind of complicated for me, too."

That seemed to catch Steph's interest, and she finally turned back to Samantha, eyebrows raised. "Oh yeah? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

Samantha managed a weak laugh, but that just reminded her that her throat was dry. "Fine, um, yeah. Just a sec, getting a drink of water."

When Samantha returned a few minutes later, Steph had her phone keyboard slid open and was typing furiously. Even when Samantha sat down next to her, she didn't look up for a good twenty seconds, once she'd sent her message. She put the phone in her lap instead of back in her pocket.

Must be a pretty lively conversation.

"God, there are other people up this early?" Samantha asked, not sure of a more polite way to intrude.

Steph smirked. Her mood was somehow better than it had been two minutes ago.

"Hm. Yeah, I guess. Rachel is up awful early for some reason." Her voice was coy and dramatic, like when she narrates that game for Mikey. Its application here was mystifying.

"Is . . . that . . . weird?"

Steph's phone vibrated again, and she immediately smirked as she grabbed it. "Maybe. I don't really kiss and tell." She flipped her phone open. "Although, maybe Rachel does."

One.

Two.

Three.

Samantha's eyes shot wide as she figured it out. It was a hospital, and silent hospitals help healing, but her whisper was also kind of a yell: "Is Rachel texting you about sex?"

Steph's wicked grin stayed. Nope, 'sex' didn't make her flinch. Holy shit.

Samantha started gesticulating wildly to make up for the fact that she couldn't be loud. "Did you?! - have sex - with Rachel?"

Steph looks a little pinker thanks to the question, but she shakes her head. "Oh, hell no. I'd kiss and tell that, god."

Steph resumed her texting without further explanation, but this mystery was easier to solve than the last one.

"Wait, did Rachel and Chloe . . .?"

Steph gave a side-eyed glance, and then resumed texting. She typed so quickly on such a small keyboard, it kind of freaked Samantha out a little. She couldn't even type that fast using a real keyboard.

Once she finished the text, she dropped her phone back on her lap and held her hands up. "Hey, all I know is that Rachel Amber does not rise with the Dawn, which is actually pretty ironic."

Beat.

"Well, that, and she ditched the cast party last night to go . . . somewhere with Chloe."

Was Samantha blushing? She couldn't tell. Her face felt kind of hot though. Even if she was, she couldn't tell if it was from the sudden, intrusive influx of mental images of those two going at it or because Steph seemed so delighted by this fact. Speaking of which . . .

"And you're - you're happy about this? I thought you'd be . . ." Samantha held her empty palms up at Steph, as if the conclusion should be obvious, "I dunno . . ."

"Rabidly jealous?" Steph leaned back in her seat. Her smile dropped, maybe?, but only for a second. "I mean, yeah, I am. But I heard about the play last night, and, well, honestly, sometimes you just have to give quality sexual tension its due."

God. Samantha closed her eyes and shook her head while Steph laughed, a little grossed out, a little pitying, and, if she were being honest with herself, a little turned on. But she didn't like thinking of people like that.

"It was a busy night, I guess."

Samantha meant it as a joke, but it reminded her of why she was here, and apprehension crept into her voice. Steph quieted down quickly, leaning forward to set her elbows on her legs. "Yeah . . . right. So what shitty thing brought you here, huh?"

That at least helped the color drain from her face, reminding her of her clammy hands and aching back from sitting in this chair for so long. Still, she probably would have preferred the fantasies of Rachel's bedroom than the fantasy of Nathan's.

Samantha crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing her arms in hopes of warmth. "Yeah . . . okay. So. Nathan and I hung out after the play last night."

Steph nodded. "Yeah, I heard. You stayed longer than the crew, right? Waiting . . . for him?"

Samantha didn't like how she said that. She sounded disappointed. Everyone thought she should stay away from him. But look where that had gotten him.

Steph nodded, looking away to hide her short burst of frustration, and then said. "Yeah. I saw his dad leave during the play so I thought I'd just . . . I dunno, make sure he got home okay. And, stuff. I dunno."

Steph's eyes darted towards the hallway again, then back to her. "And did he not . . . make it home okay?"

Finally, she looked concerned, but that still wasn't it. Samantha wasn't sure how to tell her, really. "No - no. I mean, I mean, he did. We walked to 7/11 and had candy and my Mom picked us up. He seemed kind of upset about the play but he was . . . I mean, he was laughing, and we were having fun. I thought . . ."

The look got darker, and Steph's mouth was pressing into a flat line. "What happened to Nathan?" she asked. It was flat, monotone. Controlled. It was purposeful. She'd already figured it out. But Samantha still didn't know how to explain.

"I still don't really know. I just . . . I got this text a little later and . . . god." Samantha reached into her pocket and opened her texts, tapping up to the right messages.

Nathan: hey i just wanted to let you know uve been real cool Nathan: like i appreciate the stuff you did for me Nathan: so like, thank-you

Reading them again filled her with dread, and she passed her phone off to Steph as if the phone were burning her.

"I don't . . ." Steph said a few seconds later, confused, but as she tapped down on the phone, she started to understand. She grew quiet, and her shoulders started to fall slack. It looked like she kept expecting the messages to end, for it to be a short little exchange . . . but it hadn't been. It had been about a solid half-hour of panicked messages and looking up what information to tell 911 to explain an emergency. Samantha was no good at talking without at least some amount of scripting.

A few minutes later, Steph handed the phone back, and Samantha stuffed it in her pocket. Steph leaned back into her chair with a sigh, but Samantha remained rigid, tense.

"Shit," she said.

Samantha could agree to that.

Steph gestured at the hall. "But he's . . . alive then? No-go on the drugs?"

Samantha shook her head. "No, he did, he took them. But it turned out he didn't have to give me his address - when I called 911 they knew where his house was and they pumped his stomach, I guess. I don't know. I got here a few hours ago and they haven't really told me much. We were just waiting on his parents. His sister went home to get some sleep once he was okay and I guess . . . I stayed here to get some sleep."

There was a pause. Then Steph said, "His dad's a real dickhole. I guess you can't be pure evil and still be a good father, huh?"

Anger rose like bile: "His dad's a piece of shit," Samantha spat. Steph recoiled, but looked pleased.

"Damn," Steph replied with a hint of a smile. It was gone a second later. "But hey, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to make up for that. This sucks."

That just made Samantha angrier. Quietly, she said, "Kristine said that, too. But what I should or shouldn't have to do doesn't matter. He needs someone. He's so fucking alone and I -" dammit, now she was crying, and the tears were hot from anger but mostly she was just sad. Even if he was alive, grief hit her body like a wave.

She wiped her face with the back of her hand as Steph just kind of stared. Was it pity? Sadness? What was that look?

"He's alive, okay? That's all that matters."

Steph shook her head a little, eyes closed.

When she opened them, she said, "No, it's not. You still matter. I'm proud of you, fuck, but I'm scared for you. And sorry, too."

Samantha replied, "You don't know what you're talking about."

She was angry, so angry. Why wouldn't people understand?

Steph said, "Yeah, I do."

Samantha said, ". . . who?"

Steph said, "An ex. Sophomore year. Some of this year too, actually."

Samantha said, "I'm sorry.

Steph said, "Yeah. Me too."

It was several hours and another nap before Samantha finally got to see Nathan. It was weird, seeing him again after last night, and even weirder with the fact that someone else from the hospital staff was there with them.

He looked terrible. She couldn't tell if she was happy to see him or not.

"Hey, Nathan," she said, raising her hand in the tiniest wave.

He didn't reply in kind. He just stared at her with a dumb look on his face, his eyes looking sunken into the back of his head because of the purple beneath his eyes.

When he finally spoke, it was rough, and it was unwelcoming.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Samantha was taken aback, falling into silence. Why was she here? Wasn't it obvious? Why wouldn't she be here? How could she not be here? After everything that happened last night, she wasn't about to just leave him.

"I . . . I wanted to make sure you were okay."

A short pause, and then, "Is it . . . okay that I came? The nurse said-"

"Yeah. Like, it's okay."

The urge to flee was kicking in, but Samantha had never actually been good at following up on it. She tended to freeze. It was so hard to fight the instinct to hold still and hope that the bad things go away. She spent a lot of time fighting that urge. She wondered if he could tell.

It was just silent for a minute. Two minutes. Three? Samantha started to lose track quickly - it was much darker in here, and her phone was dead, and she just decided to sit down until he was ready to talk.

"Are you . . . are you the one who called them? The medics, or whatever?" Nathan turned his head to look at her, his expression unreadable.

God, I miss the silence.

She just replied with a nod. After a second of hesitation, he sunk back against his bed, and the silence was back.

The next thing he said was under his breath, but the silence was a good conduit for sound.

"You fucking bitch," he said.

And there, without command, the anger filled her throat like bile even as she started to feel sick. She felt so many things, but the only one that made sense to her was revulsion.

She barley managed to keep her voice even-tempered, and she didn't do a great job of it, either. "Excuse - me?"

He turned to her again. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were glassy. The staff member watched, but said nothing.

"Fuck you, Samantha."

For the past several hours, Samantha told herself that she had done this all for unselfish reasons. She told herself that she was protecting him, that she was looking out for him when no one else seemed to be, that she was a real friend, that she had empathy and the people around her just weren't paying attention. She had thought about "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus" - how people went about their daily lives without recognizing the tragedies around them, and she had thought to herself, 'They are stupid. They are mean-spirited. I refuse to be like them.' She had thought she had done good. And, her absolute dumbest thought, she had thought he would see that, too, and that he would thank her.

Her blood ran cold, because none of that was true. Seeing his face, right now, she hated him. She hated this gutless, ungrateful rat. Because she had wanted him to love her. She thought she could make him want to live.

How dare he.

How dare I.

Fucking idiot.

But she was a coward, and he was a boy who had nearly died, whether his heart would give out or his lungs would stop working or he choked on his own vomit, and she couldn't say any of this. She just froze, and the venom drained away, if not the hurt.

She wrote the script. It didn't come out as cold or as hard as she wanted it, but she got all the words in the right order and they all came out, and that was what mattered.

"I'm happy you're alive Nathan, but fuck you."

And she left. She chose to walk home in the cold rather than spend another minute with Nathan fucking Prescott.

#knowing the odds #myrich #steph gingrich x samantha myers #samantha myers #steph gingrich #nathan prescott #hell is empty #life is strange #life is strange spoilers #before the storm spoilers #fan fiction #ben writes stuff #serial #fluff #angst #suicide attempt #i swear it's going to be a slowburn romance fic but there are some things that need to be addressed i'm sorry

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