#bechloe foster au

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Home Is a Person: Epilogue (29/29)

Well, this is it. I can’t believe this is the final chapter. I feel like I’ve been writing and posting this fic for so long, it doesn’t really feel real that it’s all done with.

I want to thank everyone who reblogged and liked and sent me messages

This obviously won’t be the last you’ll see of me, I don’t think I could give up writing bechloe even if I wanted to. I’m already working on something else which I don’t want to say too much about because it’s in the very early stages, but I’m super excited about it and I hope it won’t be too long until it’s ready.

In the meantime I’m sure I’ll be adding chapters to ‘No Matter the Timeline’ so if you wanna send me prompts please do :)

Thank you again, here’s the final chapter 💖

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One year later

“The question remains,” Benji said, pulling his car into the parking lot at JFK airport, “when are you gonna learn to drive?”

“I don’t need to drive,” Beca said. “Not when I have you.”

“It’s really lucky for you that Chloe is so sweet,” he said, parking up. “Because there’s no way I’d be driving you to pick up anyone else.”

“I know,” Beca said. “I had a lot of time to think about it on the subway the last time I flew home from Barden.”

“And you couldn’t get the subway this time because?”

“Because Chloe always packs too much,” Beca said. “Her case will be super heavy. Plus we get weird looks when we make-out on the subway.”

“You’ll get more than a weird look if you make-out in my car.”

“You’re getting a free dinner out of this,” Beca said. “And gas money.”

“I’ve heard that before,” he said. “You still owe me for last time.”

“You know I’m good for it,” Beca said. She checked her phone. “Cool, she’s landed, be right back.”

Benji waved her off and Beca clambered out of the car.

“Flowers,” Benji called.

“Thank you!” She replied, reaching into the backseat before she hurried into the airport, her heart racing with excitement.

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Bechloe teenagers au. Beca is an abused and orphaned teen in the foster system. Chloes parents decides to apply to be foster parents even though Chloe doesn’t want them to. Chloe realizes after her parents bring beca home that this stranger might just be her sole mate.

hi! as imaginative as this is, i personally don’t think i’d be super comfortable writing it with them being foster siblings (i know that’s not blood related or anything but idk i was super weirded out by the brandon and callie thing in the fosters and it’d be the same kind of thing), however i will tag it for someone else to pick up if they wish!

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You and Me Against the World

by KDanceWriteDream

» For as long as Macy can remember, it's always just been her and her sister, Beca. They've been through a lot together: the death of their parents, their subsequent placement in foster care, and all of the horrors that followed. When they meet a perky redhead on their first day at a new school, will they be able to let her in? Bechloe/High School AU.

Pitch Perfect, T, English, Drama & Hurt/Comfort, chapters: 26

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Bechloe teenagers au. Beca is an abused and orphaned teen in the foster system. Chloes parents decides to apply to be foster parents even though Chloe doesn’t want them to. Chloe realizes after her parents bring beca home that this stranger might just be her sole mate.

It’s on my list. Thank you.

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Bechloe as parents AU

1.) Chloe’s always wanted kids, and though it isn’t really something Beca has ever longed for or even really considered (she’s never really thought of herself as the mothering type), she loves Chloe, and she likes kids well enough, she supposes. She figures that if they do have kids some day, she’ll probably act more as an awkward, somewhat-removed parental figure while Chloe takes over the main parenting duties.

2.) It takes nearly 2 years for their adoption to finally go through, but when it does, Chloe is completely over the moon, alternating between crying, bouncing with excitement, and furiously tearing through their home, child-proofing every surface and decorating the spare bedroom with as many toys and pillows and stuffed animals as Beca will acquiesce to (which ends up being quite a bit more than what they really need).

(Beca is silently and secretly a little terrified).

It’s a rainy Saturday when the social worker introduces them to Maria — a terribly shy, terribly beautiful 5 year-old girl who has been in foster care since basically the minute she was born. She holds the social worker’s hand tightly as she peers up nervously at Beca and Chloe, standing side-by-side in their living room. Her eyes are wide and baleful and the warmest shade of brown Beca’s ever seen.

3.) Beca falls in love immediately.

4.) Beca has a looser schedule because she generally makes her own hours at the recording studio, and after she and Chloe both take a month off of work to help Maria (and themselves, honestly) adjust to the transition, they quickly come to the conclusion that it makes a lot more sense for Beca to work from home and take over primary childcare duties so Chloe doesn’t have to give up her veterinary practice.

Beca worries there will be a difficult trial-and-error period for the both of them — she’s struggling to come to terms with her newfound role as someone’s literal parent/guardian/mother and Maria is still having some trouble adapting to life with Beca and Chloe. But they fall into an easy and weirdly natural routine.

Chloe comes home two days into their new arrangement to find their kitchen trashed, flour and sugar and eggshells absolutely everywhere. Beca’s shirt is covered with batter, Maria has some unknown sticky substance on her hands and face, and everyone freezes as soon as Chloe walks into the room. Beca and Maria exchange a long glance before erupting into giggles.

Chloe smiles brighter than the sun.

5.) They become foster parents after that, taking in 4 other kids sporadically over the years. They end up adopting every single one, because once they meet and start caring for and loving this gaggle of mismatched children who have never known another home, they can’t bear the idea of losing them.

Send me an AU and I’ll give you 5 headcanons for it

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oh why hello haley quinn i was wondering if you could talk about your WIPs for BECHLOE, CALZONA AND HOLLSTEIN!!!!!!! ~boom BUH-BYE

i……. but…. this is… you are asking me for so much?! fine. fine! fine.

bechloe - sing me a song/i’ll sing it back to you

set somewhat during the first movie, but a twist in that it’s a soulmate au, where you can hear the song your soulmate has stuck in their head.

excerpt:

The first time Beca had the whole soulmate thing explainedto her, she was four years old.

It all started because she fell asleep one night with thetune of a song she’d never heard before in her head when her mom tucked her in.And when she hummed the melody the next day, it was easily overlooked. But aweek later, when the song only came in louder, it started to become annoying.Because all she wanted to do was play with her stuffed animals, but the stupid thing wouldn’t leave her head.

And when she complained to her mom and dad about it, becausenear, far, wherever you are, I believethat the heart does go on wouldn’t go away even when she sang along to her ownfavorite song – the theme to Animaniacs – they had exchanged a loaded lookbefore sitting her down, to tell her the basics that every parent had toexplain to their child at some point:

About how everyone in the world had a soulmate, and thatwhen your soulmate had a song stuck in their head, you could hear it in yours,too.

About how it didn’t happen with every song they heard, only the ones they really couldn’t stoplistening to, ones that they were focused on.

About how people usually didn’t start connecting on thatlevel with their soulmate until they were decently older than four, but itseemed like Beca’s connection was pretty strong.

About how the stronger a connection you shared, the clearerand louder you heard the songs.

And about how – no,Beca, you can’t turn it off, and stop calling everything stupid.

calzona - once upon a time

fairytale au, in which Callie’s dad and Arizona’s dad are kings of neighboring countries, that had been regularly at war with one another, until there was a prophecy that brought them together. Predicting the union of the countries that would bring prosperity to both nations, which results in Callie becoming betrothed to Tim.

Growing up, Arizona and Callie meet a handful of times and never really get along, and tensions come to a head when Callie and Tim are supposed to get married very soon and Tim disappears. While he’s presumed dead, Arizona doesn’t believe it, and she sets out on a mission to find him… and Callie is just so infuriating (and might just have more to her than Arizona gave her credit for) when she refuses to stay behind.

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Callie hated that her mother had given her the pointed look, an order in and of itself, to walk Arizona around the grounds while her belongings were settled in her room after her travels. As if the other princess didn’t know her own way around the grounds by this point after her visits over the years.

Still, she bit back a sigh as they walked by the ponds, always just a bit off-kilter with the blonde, and determined to remain cordial.

“How are your… exploits?”she asked, and regretted it as soon as she saw the slow smile spread overArizona’s face. Realizing her error, she backtracked quickly, “I – no, how wasyour travel here? I imagine it was uncomfortable, being in the back of thecarriage for so long with no one for company.”

All right, she would belying slightly if she said that the image didn’t amuse her.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say I hadno one for company. And I’m not exactly sore from sitting in the back of thecarriage,” she added, mischief growing in those bright blue eyes.

Her cheeks burned in embarrassment as she huffed out a breath and ignored the flip-flopping of her stomach, “You can never just give the expected answer.”

“That’s funny, becauseyou are exactly what I expect of you,” Arizona shot back, and it was just so easy for her to rile her up.

“What is that supposed tomean?”

“It means… you’reenamored with my brother when you’ve never even met him. The idea of a prince.The idea of some special prophecy. The first time we ever met, you wereinterested in exactly what a polite little princess was taught to be interestedin –”

“Despite what you thinkyou know of me, which is apparently a lot, you know nothing!” She knew nothingof the dreams Callie had for herself. Regardless of whether or not they mattered.

“Of course not. You won’t grow up to be the queen of akingdom. Married to a king, who holds all of the real power, and reducing youto spending your time with the children and hostess duties,” Arizona scoffed,rolling her eyes at Callie.

Who crossed her arms, jawin the air, “And you will be alone. Not betrothed to anyone.”

“At least I can think formyself, and have a future that isn’t in place just because some stupid prophecysaid it would be so before I was even born.”

“You know what I think? Ithink you’re jealous of your brother.”

“For getting to marryyou?”

“For being the prophecy!For being the warrior child, the courageous leader, and the crown who bringsabout harmony.”

(… leading to a rather undignified scuffle that lands them both in the lake)

hollstein – my godthey were roommates

in which Laura, a journalist caught up in investigating an alarmingly shady senator, posts a desperately in need roommate want ad. and Carmilla answers (unbeknownst to Laura, under extreme pressure from her foster mother to spy on that annoying journalist before she digs too deep)

excerpt:

She didn’t return fromthe newspaper office until nearly midnight, and when she did, she hesitatedoutside of the door for a few seconds. God, pleaselet this Carmilla girl not be a thief - just because she was desperate at the moment didn’t mean she was not having doubts about living with a woman who didn’t even want a tour of the apartment she was going to rent before moving in on a day’s notice.

Please let her belongings still be here – alongwith a magical rent check.

With a deep breath, shetried to hope for the best, and pushed open the door.

Honey brown eyes dartedaround the darkened living room, managing to adjust enough that she saw thather tv and blu-ray player were still there. So, that was a good sign. With asigh of relief, she stepped in and closed the door, turning the lock behind heras she walked in, toward the kitchen.

The light had been lefton, and her package of cookies was left on the counter. As she entered thekitchen, she looked around for the woman in question who must have taken outthe cookies, before she cleared her throat, “Carmilla?”

“Does anyone else have akey?” came the husky voice from behind her, and she jumped, trying to calm herracing heart as she turned to face her.

The leather jacket from this morning wasgone now and her jeans were unbuttoned. And unzipped, revealing rather sheerblack lace underwear and Laura’s face burned as her stomach twisted and she ranher eyes back up. Up, over a button-up flannel shirt was completely unbuttonedand open, revealing a black bra underneath.

Not that Laurapurposefully looked for very long.

Averting her eyes, shelooked up at the ceiling, flustered, “Uh, what?”

Carmilla lifted aneyebrow as a sly smirk slid onto her face, but she made no attempt to coverherself up, “You called out for me like someone else could be in here; doesanyone else have a key?”

Right. She’d forgottenthat in the face of the half-dressed admittedly ridiculously attractive womanwalking around, “Oh. No. Well, yes. LaFontaine and Perry – my friends fromearlier? They have one, but they won’t, uh, come over without warning oranything. It’s for emergencies,” she could feel herself blushing, because who walked around barely covered wherethey lived with someone they just met?

Carmilla nodded beforeshe slinked closer, walking so close to Laura that she could practically feelher body heat, and she shivered in response. Then took a step back as Carmillareached around her for a cookie, “You seem surprised to see me; I told you Iwas moving in today.”

“You’re totally welcomehere! I mean, obviously, I gave you the key. I just… um…” I just expected you to be a thief and to come back to see you having stolenfrom me rather than see you walking around nearly naked. She licked herlips, also reaching over to the cookies on the counter and taking a few – shemissed dinner. Shaking her head, she finished with, “Anyway, how was yourmove?”

Carmilla quirked aneyebrow at her, “It was fine and dandy, cupcake.”

“Um, good. That’s good. I– Oh my god!” she cut herself off with a choked scream, eyes widening, becausesomething lithe and dark definitely just moved in the darkness behind Carmilla.In a move that was all instinct, she reached for the closest solid thing shecould find – the lid to a pan for the stove – and held it in front of her,“There’s something over there! Did you leave the door open when you were movingin – there it is again!”

The thing moved so fastit was practically a blur, and it darted right toward them, making Laura jump.Her roommate chuckled, a sound that was low and husky, but Laura’s attentionwas focused on the animal that came to a stop at Carmilla’s feet.

It – it was a cat?

Forehead crinkled inconfusion, Laura lowered the pan lid slightly. It was definitely not one of themost attractive cats she’d ever seen. Really, maybe the opposite. The animalhad a few blotches on its body where fur was sparse or clunky. And while itdidn’t look… dirty, it was somehowstill unkempt. The cat’s tail was just a nub, and if Laura didn’t know anybetter, she would think that this cat was glaringat her. Maybe that was just how it looked at people?

And, she was no expert oncats – her dad wasn’t big on any animals being in his pristinely cleaned home –but it just seemed bigger than mostcats she’d seen.

By the way it started towind in and out of Carmilla’s feet, it dawned on her, “Is this your cat?”

Her new roommate gave herthe tiniest smirk, before she dipped to run her hand over the cat’s head, “Youcatch on quick, cutie. You didn’t say pets weren’t welcome.”

Laura was still stuck onthe fact that this girl didn’t see it fit to inform her that she had a freakingcat before moving in with her! “What if I was allergic?”

“Are you?” Carmillaasked, but didn’t seem to care too much about the answer.

Which made her frown asshe admitted, “Well, no.”

“Great.”

Could she really do this?The question hit her like a ton of bricks – could she really, really deal withthis strange, apparently inconsiderate woman, as her roommate for the next six months?

“She doesn’t claw atfurniture, she’s trained to use her litter box, and she hardly sheds. We stillon?” Carmilla asked in a low drawl, almost sounding bored.

And Laura managed to takeher gaze away from the cat in question – still winding in between Carmilla’slegs like rubbing her cheeks on those unbuttoned jeans was all she wanted to doin life – only to see the check Carmilla slid out of her back pocket.

The check was nearlyglowing, beckoning at her. With a deep breath, Laura closed her eyes for amoment and took the jump, “Yeah. We’re still on.”

She reached out for thecheck, feeling like she was the one who just signed an agreement withoutreading the fine print as she took the paper between her fingers and tugged.

Carmilla let the checkslide from her fingertips easily, as she murmured, “Pleasure doing business withyou.”

The word pleasure rolled off of her tongue in away that made Laura imagine dark, whispered promises in silken sheets. Shegulped.

“Right,” the word cameout on a hoarse breath, as she clutched at the check in her hand – itsimultaneously felt like her salvation and like it was the beginning of a long,uncertain path.

Carmilla shot her a wink,before reaching out for a handful of Laura’s cookies and turning with a flourishto head back to her room, and she was followed by that… cat. She stared afterher, still trying to register… What did thatmean? That wink?

Shaking her head, shelooked properly at the check, and sighed. Well, maybe Carmilla’s firstimpression seemed to be discourteous, immodest, and perhaps inappropriatelyflirty, but she paid in an accurate and timely manner.

She reached down for somemore cookies with a sigh, only to come into contact with an empty package. What?!She spun around to double check, and sure enough – empty. And she just boughtthese yesterday!

And – wait a second… wasthat her shirt Carmilla had been wearing? Er, kind of wearing?

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Home Is a Person: Chapter 28/29

It’s the penultimate chapter can you believe it?? 🥺 the final chapter is an epilogue which will get posted on Wednesday.

I hope you all like this one, I really enjoyed writing it and it also happens to be the chapter where I made myself cry 🙈

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Three weeks later

“Happy Birthday!” Gail said, standing up and throwing her arms around Beca as she arrived at her table in the coffee shop having just finished her shift.

“Thanks,” Beca said, grinning and taking a seat.

“Look at you,” Gail said, beaming. “You look great!”

“Thanks?” Beca said, laughing. “I don’t think I look any different to the last time you saw me.”

Gail shook her head. “You’re just… you seem more like yourself again. But happier. You’re practically glowing.”

“Oh,” Beca said, rubbing the back of her neck as she let out an embarrassed laugh. “Yeah, I guess I am happier.”

“You’ve got yourself a job and a girlfriend and now you’re 18,” Gail said. “Legally an adult. I can’t believe it.”

“Yep,” Beca said. “I made it.”

“So,” Gail said, “what happens next?”

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Home Is a Person: Chapter 1/29

So... I got a prompt in my tumblr inbox sometime last year and I wrote a chapter but never really thought anything would come of it. And then not too long ago I was just hit by inspiration for it, and wrote a lot more. And I finally finished it yesterday.

I have worked really hard on this fic, there’s been a lot of late nights and a lot of almost giving up. I’ve tried to be as accurate with everything as I can, but I’m sure I’ve messed up plenty.

There’s going to be some heavy stuff going on, but I’ll make sure to post trigger warnings each chapter that they’re relevant. If you think I’ve missed a tag, please let me know and I’ll add it.

Since the entire fic is finished, I’ll be posting a chapter every other day.

Anyway, I can’t believe I finally finished this thing. I hope you all like it.

(Also yes I kinda hate the title)

Summary: Beca has been in the foster care system since she was a baby, and she’s never had anywhere she could call home.

She arrives at the Beale’s home just hoping for a safe place to stay until she turns 18.

For Chloe’s part, she had never gotten behind her parents’ need to foster kids. And despite outward appearances, she hadn’t felt at home here since she was a kid.

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“This family is real nice Beca. I think you’re going to like them.”

Beca didn’t answer, and just carried on watching the blur of trees pass the car window.

She didn’t really know where they were going. Some suburb in some town.

“Promise you’ll be friendly?”

“I’m always friendly,” Beca mumbled, her voice anything but.

She’d been with more families than she could count, and Gail always told her how real nice they were as she drove her.

Some had been. Some hadn’t.

“They’re quite religious.”

Beca felt a strip of fire race across her back.

“What kind of religious?”

“I dunno. The Christian kind?”

Beca turned to look at her.

This blonde woman was the only constant in Beca’s life, from when she became a ward of the state at 11 months old, she was still here almost 17 years later, driving Beca to her latest in a long line of foster homes.

“Gail,” Beca said, briefly drawing the woman’s attention away from the road.

Beca remembered being six, after an adoption attempt had fallen through, sobbing to this woman.

She didn’t know why no family would adopt her, but Gail promised it would happen soon.

“Why can’t you just adopt me?”

“You promised,” Beca said. “After the last family, you promised.”

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Home Is a Person: Chapter 20/29

Wanna say a big thanks again to everyone for the support for the last chapter :)

This is just a little filler one before we do a time jump in the next chapter.

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June Beale was up early as usual.

At 7:00 am she left her bedroom, her slippered feet padding soundlessly down the carpeted hallway which led from her bedroom to the stairs.

As she passed Chloe and Beca’s room, she saw that Chloe’s bedroom door was wide open.

She frowned and peaked inside. Her bed was unmade and Chloe wasn’t in it. It looked like she’d left in a rush, both her phone and one of her pillows had been knocked from the bed.

Chloe was never up this early, and she always made sure her bed was made.

June noticed Beca’s door was slightly ajar so she pushed gently against it.

What she saw inside made her stomach flip in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Both girls were asleep in Beca’s bed, and seemed to have fallen asleep in some kind of embrace. Beca’s head was resting on Chloe’s chest, and Chloe’s arm was wrapped around her.

She shut the door quickly, her mind racing.

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Home Is a Person: Chapter 26/29

Hope you all aren’t toooo mad at the last chapter’s cliffhanger 😬

Enjoy the resolution!

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“Mom! Oh my god, would you knock!” Chloe called after June, who had hurried away from the door and back to her own room.

“Shit,” Beca said, softly, her heart beginning to beat uncomfortably fast now. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Beca.”

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” Beca said, jumping to her feet and flinging open her closet. “I can’t believe I let this happen again.”

She started grabbing clothes and shoving them into her bag.

Her hands were shaking and her lips were tingling, but she moved with what can only be described as a practiced efficiency.

“Beca, what are you doing?”

“I need to go, obviously,” she said, moving her bag from her closet and onto her bed.

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Home Is a Person: Chapter 25/29

Hope you all like this chapter. I can’t believe how close we are to the end now, and I feel like this chapter has definitely been a long time coming…

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“Tom, what the hell?!” Chloe said, pushing him away.

“What?” He asked, once again sounding genuinely confused. “I thought-”

“I said no!”

“Aw, come on baby. Don’t be like that. I shouldn’t have broken things off after prom, I know that, but I’m here now,” he said, trying to pull her close again.

“Get off!”

“Hey,” Beca said, sounding braver than she felt. “Leave her alone.”

“Get the fuck out of here orphan Annie, this has nothing to do with you,” he said. Whatever dumb jock charm he had had before was gone now.

“Tom!”

“She told you to get off her, so I think you should,” Beca said.

He stood up from his chair and made his way towards her.

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Home Is a Person: Chapter 27/29

I can’t believe how close we are to the end 🥺 I hope you all like this chapter.

Trigger warning: attempted suicide is mentioned

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Beca’s alarm went off at 8 am as usual the next morning, and Chloe let out a groan.

“It’s Sunday, you monster,” she said.

“Sorry,” Beca replied, reaching out and muting the alarm. She made a move to sit up but Chloe tightened her grip around her waist.

“Stay,” she said. “Yesterday was crazy before we even got home, you can’t have gotten enough rest in the five hours sleep we got.”

“Think it was closer to four,” Beca mumbled, relaxing back onto the bed, turning around so she was facing Chloe.

“Let’s sleep a little more,” Chloe said, yawning. “As a treat.”

Beca laughed and reached out to brush a strand of hair out of Chloe’s face. “Okay,” she said.

Chloe smiled and pressed a small kiss to Beca’s lips. “I like that I get to do that now.”

“Me too,” Beca said.

“I know you’re worried about today,” Chloe said. “But whatever happens we’re gonna be together.”

“Yeah,” Beca said, smiling, closing her eyes as she snuggled closer to Chloe. “That’s pretty awesome.”

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Home Is a Person: Chapter 23/29

I don’t think this counts as a filler chapter, but if it does it’s definitely the last filler chapter of the fic.

Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged and liked so far - especially those that reblog! ❤️

Hope you like this chapter!

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Beca and Chloe had time for a quick shower before June called them down for dinner.

After they ate June lit some candles in a birthday cake, and they sang Happy Birthday before Chloe was given a card containing money from her parents.

“Um, Happy Birthday,” Beca said, handing Chloe a small wrapped box.

“Thank you,” Chloe said, smiling as she unwrapped the box.

“What is it?” Patrick asked, slicing up Chloe’s birthday cake.

Inside the box was a USB drive.

“It’s not much,” Beca said, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up her neck.

“Is this music?” Chloe asked, her eyes lighting up. “Did you make me some mixes?”

“Yeah,” Beca said.

She was momentarily caught off-guard when Chloe pulled her into a hug, but soon found herself hugging her back tightly.

“Thank you,” Chloe mumbled, her voice tickling Beca’s neck and making her blush. She quickly ended the hug when she caught June’s eye.

She had that look on her face again that made Beca nervous.

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Home Is a Person: Chapter 2/29

Thank you to everyone who reblogged and liked chapter 1!

Trigger warnings: abuse is mentioned

“Mom, come on, not again,” Chloe whined, highly aware she was starting to sound like a petulant child.

“This girl needs a home, Chloe,” Mrs. Beale said.

“But why does it have to be our home?”

“Chloe. We aren’t talking about this anymore, okay?”

Chloe groaned and rolled her eyes and stomped her feet as she went to her room.

She knew she was losing any credibility by acting this way, but she couldn’t help it. No matter how many times she’d promised herself she’d go into these discussions acting rationally, it all flew out the window in seconds.

She just could never bring herself to say what she wanted to say.

She could never bring herself to tell her parents that they were using these foster kids to fill a hole in their life.

A hole too big for Chloe to fill alone.

It was bad enough her parents were doing this again, but now it was someone her age? It was like they weren’t even trying to be subtle anymore.

When Beca arrived a week later, Chloe knew she was being rude and unfair.

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Home Is a Person: Chapter 4/29

Once again, thank you to everyone who has reblogged/liked so far!

If you wanna show some love and support, the best way to do that is with a cheeky reblog :)

And once again, we’re dealing with some more of Beca’s past trauma :(

Definitely a Beca centric chapter.

Trigger warning: abuse

Chloe took a step back from Beca’s door, once again feeling sick and shocked. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. She had been woken by the sound of hurried footsteps and hadn’t been able to get back to sleep.

With the intention of grabbing some coffee from the kitchen and taking it back to bed, she had passed Beca’s slightly open door and had stopped at the sound of her voice.

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t seem to pull herself away. Not until she realised their conversation was ending, and that Beca could open the door and see her at any moment.

All thoughts of coffee gone from her mind, she hurried back into her own room, her mind spiralling with this new information.

While Chloe thought, Beca slept.

As was commonplace over the past few weeks, in her dreams she was back with the Millers.

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Home Is a Person: Chapter 22/29

Thanks as always for the support, hope you like this chapter :)

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“Nice job today, Beca,” her manager said as Beca was clocking out.

“Thanks,” Beca said, retrieving her bag from her locker.

“Remembering the customer’s order is a nice touch,” he said. “Separates us from the big chains. Keep it up.”

“Will do,” Beca said with a smile, feeling pleased with herself.

Chloe was waiting just outside for her, two iced coffees in her hand.

“Hey,” she said, smiling when she saw Beca approach. She handed her one of the coffees.

“Bit late for coffee isn’t it?” Beca asked, taking a sip.

“It’s gonna be a late night,” Chloe replied. “Can’t have you falling asleep mid-party. My mom would kill me if I brought you back wearing a sharpie beard.”

“Good point,” Beca said, her stomach twisting slightly with nerves again.

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