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Maura & Jane | Rizzoli & Isles 2x03

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Writing block has hit again 😶

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pitch perfect + text posts part 3

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Theo: Are you two friends? Beca: No. Chloe: Yes. Beca & Chloe stare at each other: Beca: We're married? Chloe, voice breaking: But ... Are we not friends?

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I’m on holiday with my friend for the rest of the week so I can’t sit and write (which is literally all I wanna do) until I get home on Sunday, but it’s an 8 hour journey so I might be tired and just want to collapse into my bed but I’m so excited to continue writing my fic and it’s literally all I’m thinking about all of the time

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AN: Hi guys! So by popular demand I made this a super short one shot! (<– that was me three hours ago. Now, it’s four pages. Sorry not sorry.) I didn’t give much context because I want your imaginations (and the possible storyline of PP3) to run wild! I hope you guys enjoy– this is my first time writing… This was inspired by a real life experience or two, so sorry if Beca seems nicer than usual. But you know how she gets with Chloe around… ANYWAYS, read on! //

“Well that was the longest night of my life.” Beca huffed, her exhaustion displayed in the way she spoke.

“Come on, you had fun.” Chloe tried, hoping to brighten the mood.

“Barely.”

Well, you can’t win ‘em all, the redhead decided with a sigh.

“I have great news for you, Beca Mitchell. The bed awaits.” Chloe said, gesturing over to the full sized bed that took up most of the tiny room as she came in the doorway. Beca shuffled in the room, reaching the bed before her entire body went slack when she quite literally face planted onto the comforter, mumbling something into the duvet that was impossible for the redhead to make out.

Chloe shook her head, not bothering to interpret whatever sarcastic remark the brunette had thrown her way, and smiling as she searched for something suitable to wear to bed. //

“Oh, uh. Sorry,” Beca quickly apologized and snapped her head away when she saw Chloe in her bra and underwear, pulling on her pajama shorts. She hadn’t realized the ginger had begun changing during their conversation, and was afraid to look that direction again. But she found herself shifting as they began discussing the meaning of Taylor Swift’s new song, that was turning into a lengthy debate. Which is how she hadn’t realized she’d begun to look in Chloe’s direction again, this time with her gaze trained on her face and nothing else.

Er, mostly.

Beca was only a human. With eyes. And she couldn’t really help if she was curious about the other girl’s body.

She knew Chloe looked good in everything she wore, but she couldn’t possibly look that beautiful all the time; it had to be some stylistic magic that Beca had yet to discover. But there she was, in all her glory and almost completely unclothed. “Damn,” she looked good. Then came the realization of saying that out loud. Beca prayed to every god there was that the ginger hadn’t heard a word. Or rather, that particular word.

In the midst of all of her introspective rambling, Beca hadn’t noticed Chloe’s absence until she’d returned with a toothbrush in her mouth, still talking animatedly about one of the Taylors in the music video, despite the foam in her mouth that was threatening to spill over.  And for some unknown reason, Beca Mitchell actually smiled. Chloe smiled too, a big toothpaste grin finishing her point and then triumphantly walking back to the sink like she’d won the argument they hadn’t even been having.

Beca took this chance to drag herself away from the bed and decided to make her best attempt to return soon. “I’ll never let go Jack!” She said, faking her struggle with an imaginary force as she disappeared behind the doorway. It was probably more energy than she had in her at the moment, but it made Chloe laugh as she passed her, heading to bed. So somehow, it was worth it.

“Liar,” she muttered looking at herself in the mirror thinking about the awful quote she just rambled off, as she took one of Chloe’s makeup wipes and slid it across her face.

Soon enough, she was racing back to the bed, landing beside Chloe with a soft “oof” and digging into the covers as fast as she could. She got settled in four seconds flat, a record for the tiny brunette, but not before Chloe spoke up.

“What about your pajamas?” Chloe asked casually as soon as she knew the girl next to her was comfortable. She then heard a noise she didn’t know was possible to come out of such a tiny human, that resembled a groan.

“I’ll get them,” Chloe offered sweetly after a moment, when it was clear that the brunette was not moving.

“Thank,” Beca said, turning over and retrieving her book from the night stand.

“Welcome,” came the reply. She handed Beca a shirt.

“Where’s the rest?” Beca said, not caring about the answer.

“It’s where your motivation to move lies.”

“Cute,” Beca said, a sarcastic smile accompanying her voice. “It’s too hot in this bed anyways,” Beca said, acting like she was bothered by Chloe’s decision. In reality, she was halfway out of her top and shimmying her bottoms down so that she could properly put her shirt on, under the sheets, of course. Or so she thought.

The red head lifted up a corner of the sheets slightly, peering down at a shirtless Beca wiggling out of her pants.

“Damn,” Chloe remarked mockingly, echoing what Beca had said previously.  

“Dude!” exclaimed Beca when she became aware of Chloe’s eyes on her body from that comment, her face flushed with the embarrassment of earlier that night. Chloe only giggled, allowing Beca to rip the sheet away from her hands.

A good twenty minutes had passed between the two of them, Beca lost in her book all the while. Growing tired of her phone, Chloe set it down on the ground and continued to stare up at her best friend.

“What are you doing?” Beca asked, eyeing the redhead when she felt her gaze on her and then turning her attention back to her book to wait for a reply.

“Just lookin’,” Chloe drew out the ‘n’ with a smile.

“Looking at what?” Beca said, in a similar manner. “My double chin?” she added seriously.

“Among other things,” Chloe said, her voice sticky sweet.

“HEY!” Beca said, gently punching her bed mate in the arm.”You weren’t supposed to agree with me!” she exclaimed playfully, sliding her glasses off and setting them over with her book on the night stand.

“Well you asked,” Chloe pointed out, snuggling into the pillow beneath her head. Beca just let out a huff of breath and accepted her defeat as she rolled over to face the ginger.  

“For a girl who doesn’t like movies, you sure know how to make a movie quote work,” Chloe said suddenly, the flirtation obvious in her voice. It took a moment for Beca to remember earlier. “It’s one of my specialties,” she replied quickly, smile big and cheesy, for once. “One of?” the older girl pressed, raising her eyebrow like she was suppressing her surprise. Beca nodded, a soft, very uncharacteristic, smile on her face. “Yeah,” she breathed, suddenly feeling like she couldn’t stay awake for another moment, even if it meant falling asleep before she was done talking to the ginger. “Night Chlo. Love you,” she said as her eyelids grew heavy.

Reaching over to Beca’s side of the bed, Chloe reached over and turned the lamp off. “Goodnight,” she chirped, her return apparent to Beca when she felt warm lips brush against hers.

“What?” Beca said, in obvious surprise, suddenly more awake.

“I said good– ahh!” Chloe’s response was interrupted by an abrupt change in lighting as Beca turned the lamp on her bedside table on. Truth be told, she didn’t know a sleepy tiny human could move so fast.

“What was that?” Beca asked plainly.

“What was what?” Chloe said, feigning innocence, her eyes shining.

“You, acquainted your lips…” Beca said slowly, pausing for a beat. “With mine,” she finished softly.

“Yeah?” Chloe asked, as if she was just coming to terms with what she just did. “So I did.”

Dead silence.

“Would you like me to do it again?” was softly whispered into the dim light.

“Yes,” the answer breathed.

The shorter woman could feel a shift in the bed as more weight was added to her side, and her heart was racing. She felt like she was going to puke into Chloe’s mouth. And that would be quite a feat: puking upwards. But ever so gently, she felt soft lips touch her own.

Beca felt her body lean upwards on it’s own accord, automatically deepening the kiss as Chloe hovered over her. It felt… nice. It felt right. She wasn’t actually desperate to get away or overly nervous, for once. She felt Chloe’s head turn to capture her lips from a different angle and almost immediately Beca reached up to grasp the older woman’s neck, tentatively bringing her closer, until their bodies were flush against one another’s. Chloes moan brought Beca courage, and an opportunity to slip her tongue into the redhead’s mouth.

Chloe tried her hardest to stay concentrated, to not break the kiss, but she couldn’t resist smiling as she began to think about what was actually happening and how it felt so damn good.

“What?” Beca as shyly, a small grin on her face, hoping she hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Is this another one of your specialties?” Chloe couldn’t help but ask, biting her lip as she traced Beca’s features with her eyes. Beca playfully shoved the extra weight off of her, setting her head back down on the pillow as she let out a breathy laugh.

“You are too much, Chloe Beale,” she said, happily turning her head to smile at the girl who was laying next to her. 

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LOVE, BECA (13/?)

Summary: Beca Mitchell is very freaking gay - having a secret crush on your friend kind of gay.

After an annonymous post on Barden Bliss, Beca learns she isn't alone. There is another closeted kid in school.

They spill their interests, aspirations and darkest secrets to each other over email.

Beca is beginning to fall for Red, and it scares the hell out of her, but she can't talk to anyone about it because nobody knows she's gay.

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Starlight

"Starlight" is defined as the light that stars produce. As a name, "Starlight" can represent dreams, aspirations, and a connection to the universe's infinite possibilities.

"You know, you can just say you hate me, dude."

Beca's sudden voice should break the still of the night, but it doesn't. It fits right in with the frost on the edges of the rooftop and the mist Chloe breathes out. She's lying in one of their sunbathing chairs, her favorite one with the yellow polka dots. Twisting her head a bit, she can see Beca is shutting the roof door, cutting off the faint sound of music and laughter from downstairs. The girls are really living up their final week in the Bella House. They've even invited the Trebles over and are, currently, having a rousing card tournament. Chloe's been judging who's winning by whether or not she can hear Amy doing a war cry.

"I don't hate you," Chloe says. "Why do you think that?"

"Because you know I hate heights and you're hiding up here." Beca pulls up the flaps of her oversized, black jacket so she can squint at the zipper as she slots it together. It's pretty dark up here, with only the light stringers from the backyard sending up a gentle glow. She misses once, curses quietly under her breath, then adds, "Don't make a short joke."

Chloe snorts. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Beca manages to make the zipper catch and yanks it all the way up to her chin in one quick move, then shoves her hands deep into the pockets. "Mhmm. And the hiding up here part?"

Shrugging, Chloe watches as Beca saunters over to her side. "I'm not hiding. Just wanted to get away for a few minutes." She motions above them. "The night sky is so pretty in winter."

Beca tilts her head back, taking in the view too. Then she sighs, a large puff of fog floating slowly away from them. "The stuff I do for pretty things. Shove over."

Chloe scooches to the side as Beca turns and lowers herself to lay down without removing her hands from her pockets. Chloe giggles, bracing her hands against Beca's back to keep her from falling. "Why were you looking for me?"

"'Ain't no party without a ginger', someone told me once."

"Oh my god, I was drunk! Let it go."

"Mm. I don't think I will, no. Thank you."

Chloe curls into Beca's side, wrapping her arms around Beca's elbow. "Really though." The warmth from Beca's body makes her realize just how cold it actually is out on the roof. She nuzzles even closer. "Why?"

Beca doesn't answer right away. She just stares up at the billions of lights above them. And Chloe stares at her. At the sharp line of her jaw, the curve of her cheekbone. The quirk at the corner of her lips when she finally speaks. "Jesse's had a few too many drinks. He made a joke about getting back together."

Chloe's stomach twists. An ugly, burning feeling. It isn't as strong as it used to be, when Beca and Jesse first became a thing. As they grew apart over the years, the feeling faded. "What did you do?"

"I thought of you." She says it quietly, in one breath, like a confession, and Chloe silently hopes.

"Oh." She's not sure what else to say. She knows what she wants to say. I love you and I have for forever. I love you and I don't want you to be with him again. I love you and I think you love me. Please love me. But she bites her lip and just continues to watch Beca watch the stars.

"Yeah. Oh." Beca huffs a laugh and Chloe feels the sound in the small jerk of her chest. "What's that Van Gogh quote about the stars? The one Jessica wrote on the fridge white board last week?"

Chloe blinks, thinking. "'I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream'. She got it from Emily's Quote of the Day calendar."

Beca nods thoughtfully. "He might have been onto something."

"You're dreaming right now?"

"Yeah."

"Care to share with the class?"

Beca shifts a bit and Chloe tries not to notice that they're now tilted a bit toward each other. Beca's eyes are still on the sky. But her shoulder is lightly brushing Chloe's chin now.

"I'm...dreaming of a vacation. Somewhere warm and chill."

"What else?" Chloe says, urging her to continue.

"I'm dreaming that we will never again go to Aubrey's resort."

Chloe snorts and knocks her knee against Beca's. "It was a great time."

"I'm still finding leaves in my clothes."

"What else are you dreaming of, nerd?"

"Mean. Uh, I'm dreaming of a damn good waffle in the morning. If my totally cool bestie feels up to making one?"

Chloe hums as if she's mulling it over. "Maybe some dreams can come true."

Beca looks at her then and Chloe stops breathing. They're so close. Closer than she thought they were. Beca's eyes are bright even in the dark.

"I hope so." There's something in the words. Something deeper than her joking before, something more real. Something that tastes like possibility.

Carefully, gently, Chloe says, "You say that like you have more dreams to tell me." The words fill the space between them. Hanging in the tension.

"And if I said I did?"

Chloe tightens her grip on Beca's elbow. "I'd say tell me."

Beca doesn't blink and there are stars in her eyes. "And if I said I dreamed of kissing you right now?"

And, in an instant, Chloe doesn't have to hope. She knows. "I'd say kiss me."

So Beca does. Right there on the roof of the Bella House. With frost in the air and laughter on the breeze. Chloe kisses her back with all the longing she's held onto for years. All the moments she's wanted to do exactly this colliding at once, hitting her so hard that she sees stars.

Even with her eyes closed, the night sky is so pretty.

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Anna Kendrick realizing her getting high with Brittany Snow might've been illegal and she probably should not have told that story to the entirety of the world [x]

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just two blonde bitches who make other peoples lives hell because they can’t deal with their own closeted lesbianism !

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Anna Kendrick talking about what she did for Halloween last year. Again, proof that they're Beca and Chloe in real life 🥲

Anna Kendrick on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert | October 23, 2024 (photos: Chrissie Fit)

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@pscentral event 24: team tools (gradient) ⤷ BECA & CHLOE

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Proof that they're Beca and Chloe in real life.

Anna Kendrick on Call Her Daddy podcast | October 23, 2024