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lgbtkendricks · 1 year ago
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mini social media au: the one where beca, her girlfriend aubrey and her best friend jesse are in a rock band.
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gen z college students at barden. beca uses her dad's house, where she grew up, for band practice. aubrey joins the band because she has a crush on beca. jesse names them rock nation because he thinks he's funny. beca thinks he's stupid.
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definitely planning on creating a fic out of this !
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pinkpastels113 · 4 years ago
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Thank you @lgbtkendricks for gracing us with this pride month present. Nothing lifts the mood and excites the crowd than the barden bellas (aka these idiots). Love ya and happy pride 🌈
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beca-mitchell · 4 years ago
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post-pp3: dr. chloe beale is a popular youtuber who posts helpful tips and veterinary advice. she’s also dating beca mitchell who is now a famous recording artist and reputable and in-demand producer. they’ve come a long way from their barden days and now the whole world is obsessed with them.
possibly ongoing collab with @becaeffinmitchell and lgbtkendrick (twitter).
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lovequinn · 3 years ago
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tagged by @beca-mitchell
lock and home screen reveal! (thanks theresa for fully exposing me as the disney adult trash that i am)
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tagging (only if you feel like it): @kleksuh @lgbtkendricks @thequeenosnes @emilyjunk @yelenabelovas
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lgbtkendricks · 1 year ago
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people throw rocks at things that shine (mitchsen one-shot)
inspired by ours (taylor's version) by taylor swift. Beca and Aubrey finally go public with their relationship. Neither anticipate the reactions they receive.
read on ao3 here, or below
Aubrey Posen had not fiddled with her cardigan sleeve since she was a schoolgirl.
On the first day of school every year, without fail, she would come home and get told off by her mother for ruining the cardigan they had just bought. She would spend the entire day pulling at the threads, forcing them loose and making the sleeve unravel into an unruly, anxious mess. Sometimes she would bite at it once it was loose, eating away at the cardigan throughout class until it was damp, until she was forced to tug harder at the threads when the uncomfortableness of a damp sleeve became too much. It was the feeling of everybody giving her unwanted attention that caused it ��� asking too many questions, expecting her to be one way and being put off when she was another. It was the embarrassment of being able to tell when she wasn’t suiting the other kids’ standards of friendship, the anxiety that came with being the girl who tried too hard to be something she wasn’t and knowing that sooner or later, the new kids who took interest in her would fade away with the understanding that she was boring. It was the knowledge that they spoke about her behind her back, questioning why she was so prim and proper, assuming she felt she was above them all because she couldn’t understand them the way they understood each other. It wasn’t until she started college that she stopped fiddling with her cardigans. That first day was the day she met Chloe. They swapped dorms to share together by the weekend, and the rest was history.
Today, however…today was the Monday morning after Aubrey and Beca finally went public with their relationship. Beca had posted a photo of them on Instagram from their 2-year anniversary a couple months back. It was raw and personal and attracted a lot of attention on Twitter and Instagram because Beca was usually anything but. It was a selfie Beca had taken, holding up Aubrey’s anniversary card in an envelope that read ‘happy 2 years, alt girl.’ Beca’s mouth was covered with the card, but her eyes were bright and happy and a little teary as she posed for the camera. Aubrey was hugging her from behind and grinning, resting her chin on Beca’s head. It was an adorable photo, one that was now standing in a frame in their living room. Beca had simply posted it without a caption before switching her phone off, taking a deep breath, and sitting back down on the sofa to continue their Love Island marathon.  
So that happened, and it was all over the internet, and it was Monday at the office, a morning already gruelling enough what with the backlog of emails and excruciating small talk about what everyone got up to over the weekend. Her girlfriend was quite famous now. Since Beca began her solo career, she had skyrocketed into the charts, into winning her first Grammy, into being the subject of fan mail and fan accounts. Aubrey could not have been prouder of her. They had been careful to conceal their relationship from the public. Aubrey didn’t want to jeopardise Beca’s rising popularity, and Beca didn’t want Aubrey to have to deal with paparazzi or stalkers whilst she found her footing in the entertainment industry. But, in the two years they had been together and of Beca’s career – somehow managing to dissuade any relationship rumours – Aubrey herself had become quite successful as a lawyer. She was well respected at the firm, and whilst the blonde wasn’t sure she would call them all her close friends, she did get along with them and often felt guilty about lying through her teeth whenever they would bring up how amazing Beca’s music was and how Aubrey used to be in the Bellas with her. Rather than gushing about her incredibly talented girlfriend, it would turn into gushing about their acapella days and pretending to wonder who the mystery person was that Beca dedicated her Grammy to and if that person was a friend or a lover.
It was pretty difficult.
Now, though, all that was behind her. Aubrey was sat in her parked car strangely excited for the day ahead. She would finally be able to speak freely about the love of her life, about how proud she was of Beca, how in awe she was of her always, and most importantly just how important the woman was to her.
It was only once she stood waiting for the elevator that her excitement began to fade and become overwhelmed with an unsettled feeling in her chest. She was stood next to Brandy, one of her co-workers who often mentioned Beca’s music and snuck her songs into playlists at office drinks. Brandy was someone who Aubrey assumed would have been most excited to see her this morning.
Brandy side-eyed her with a passive smile. “Good morning, Aubrey.”
“M-Morning,” Aubrey stuttered back in confusion. Brandy had never been so curt with her before.
She reached for her cardigan sleeve.
The elevator dinged. Brandy sniffed and waltzed right in, pressing the button a little too forcefully. Aubrey gulped and followed the woman in, smiling as warmly as she could at the rest of the people in the elevator. None of them looked particularly pleased to see her, either. She turned around to face the front as the elevator doors closed, entrapping them into the tiny space. Aubrey had never worried so extensively about what would happen if the elevator stopped before. The metal cuboid (death trap, more like) was silent. You could cut the tension with a knife.
Aubrey was going to the thirteenth floor. She would’ve taken the stairs over this silence any day.
Her mind’s whirring substituted for the lack of conversation, unfortunately. She couldn’t help but wonder whether they were unhappy with her lying, with her relationship, with her sexuality, with Beca’s, or all of the above. And Aubrey being Aubrey, she couldn’t help but think the worst. It was like the first day of school all over again. She hadn’t so much as addressed her sexuality in the workplace before. And now, she could be ostracised from the community she had managed to be accepted into, everyone else realising how she was untrustworthy or a liar or unfair. Should she have told them sooner and offered concert tickets? Should she have offered concert tickets when they all thought they were just teammates and good friends?? Why did she feel the need to buy these people’s acceptance? Her chest felt tight as she glanced quickly at the mirror, watching everyone stare vacantly at the back of her head, or her bag, or her shoes. If Beca had been there she would have whispered a joke about them in her ear and calmed her down with ease. But she wasn’t, and they all looked as uncomfortable as Aubrey felt. Brandy especially was not only uncomfortable but clearly miffed. Aubrey didn’t feel well all of a sudden.
The elevator dinged, making Aubrey jump and rip a little more of the thread out of her cardigan than she was supposed to. Brandy all but pushed past to stalk out of the elevator immediately, and Aubrey willed herself to follow, not knowing what would be awaiting her. She had to walk through the entire corridor to get to her office, passing the breakroom and several other people’s rooms. She kept her head straight and her face passive. If she showed a crumble in her resolve now, it would be obvious and it would define her post-public era for months to come. She could hear people whispering in the breakroom. This was worse than the first day of school. This time, she didn’t just think that people were judging her, she knew they were. She needed to text Beca.
The whispering stopped as she walked past. She didn’t look directly, but in her peripheral vision it seemed they were all gathered around someone’s phone. Aubrey’s face felt hot. She had been so concerned about how their relationship being public would affect Beca and her career that she never even stopped to consider how it might affect her own. She passed another coworker in the hallway who didn’t so much as bat an eyelash in her direction, purposefully staring straight ahead and avoiding her. Their firm regularly dealt with homophobia and gay rights in their legal cases. Aubrey wasn’t sure what specifically was causing this icy atmosphere but it was really stressing her out and it wasn’t even 9am yet. Her sleeve was unravelling faster than she cared to admit.
“Good morning, Aubrey,” Her assistant said cheerfully from their desk stationed outside her office.
Having half expected to walk past them with no obvious acknowledgement, Aubrey paused and smiled in relief. “Good morning, Sage. Any messages?”
They smiled supportively. “No…none about work.”
Aubrey reeled herself. “And about Beca?”
“There were a couple of fan gifts and whatnot.” Sage cringed. “Nothing major. Congratulations, by the way, boss.”
“Thank you.” She let out a sigh of relief. Fan mail from the overzealous ones who had found out what firm she worked at was to be expected. She would probably be receiving things like that all week. “I think you’re the only person here who isn’t annoyed at me right now.”
“Would you like me to talk to the office?”
“No, no, I could never put that on you,” Aubrey said immediately.  
She didn’t notice that she had started to fiddle again with the cardigan until Sage cocked their head and looked pointedly at her wrist. “Are you…alright?”
“I-“ the question hit her a little harder than she expected it to. For the first time in her professional career, she was uncertain of where she stood and how to fix this. She knew there shouldn’t even be anything to fix, but there was, and if this hostile work environment was going to continue, she wasn’t sure what her next steps should be. The panic rose in waves. “Um…”
“I’ll cancel your meetings for the morning. Say something came up.” Sage said, already typing something out on their laptop.
The lawyer smiled gratefully at them. “Thank you.” She took her ponytail out of its hair tie before moving to lock herself into her office.
“And boss?”
Aubrey turned round to look at Sage questionably.
“There will always be people with nothing else better to do with their lives who disapprove. For whatever reason. You and I both know that. Doesn’t change anything.”
Feeling tears prickle at her eyes, Aubrey nodded at them. She didn’t know what to say, so she hoped her actions later in the week would make up for the lack of communication. She didn’t know Sage as well as Sage knew her, but they would probably love some time off at least. A gift, too. Right now, though, she needed to text her girlfriend. Once she got into her office she shut the door and locked it immediately, dropping her bag, kicking off her heels and falling into the sofa. Aubrey was fast to pull out her phone and head to the messages app.
Aubrey: Busy?
Beca: it’s 9am
Beca: no
Beca: whats up?
Aubrey: Sage cancelled my morning meetings because I’m two seconds away from a breakdown so no.
Beca: what? what happened??
Aubrey: I don’t know.
Beca: just anxious?
Aubrey: No, it’s just very hostile here. Everyone’s being cold with me. I don’t know why.
Beca: because of me?
Aubrey: I don’t know for sure.
Beca: jesus fucking christ
Aubrey: Don’t worry about it for now. Are you needed at the studio this morning?
Beca: yeah i have a meeting gonna make my way over there in a sec
Beca: its gonna be a long one baby im sorry
Aubrey: Done by lunch?
Beca: definitely
Aubrey: I’ll pick you up
Beca: okay cool
Beca: im really sorry im not free when you need me to be
Beca: i love you
Aubrey: I love you too, it’s fine.
Beca: dont type like that you sound mad
Aubrey: imnotmadbecs. Better?
Beca: i guess
Beca: dork
Beca: see you at lunch. watch glee in the meantime <3
The blonde smiled sweetly. She hadn’t thought of distractions yet, but Beca knew she’d need one this morning. She wasn’t sure how Beca always knew. It wasn’t the same for her whenever Beca wasn’t herself. Partly because the brunette generally just put on a specific playlist that pretty much showed her girlfriend exactly how she was feeling and Aubrey simply waited until she was ready to talk, knowing not to push her too hard. They were opposites in that sense. Well, in many senses, but specifically that one. Aubrey always wanted to talk before anything else so she didn’t end up bottling up and triggering nausea. Aubrey knew that was why Beca felt so bad about not being available. It sucked when their relationship suffered for less important necessities.
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“Shit.” Aubrey mumbled as she pulled up to Beca’s studio and noticed the paparazzi were stationed around the entrance. Beca would usually bring her in through the third secret entrance but if she even tried to meet the brunette there now it would show the paps where it was. Reaching for her big sunglasses in her glove compartment, Aubrey gulped before switching off the engine and getting out.
There were flashes going off immediately. It was almost amusing for Aubrey considering they hadn’t known who she was in relation to Beca until two days ago. But she wasn’t in the mood to be amused, or to be photographed, so she kept her head down and ignored the questions about their relationship and if it were true that they had eloped and all this crap she couldn’t believe Beca would have to put up with every day from now on.
Aubrey made her way quickly to the front desk and took off her sunglasses, but she didn’t even have to say a word before the receptionist buzzed her in with a smile.
“Go right ahead, Miss Posen,”
“Oh, thank you,” she said quickly. Beca must have arranged for her to have full access on demand now that the news was out. It warmed her heart, the lengths her girlfriend went to.
It didn’t take long to find Beca. She was in the studio’s common area, looking bored out of her mind as she listened to a conversation that was going on between a couple of her editor coworkers. When she saw Aubrey coming through, she jumped up and excused herself, striding over with a familiar, comforting grin. For the first time in hours, Aubrey felt the awful feeling in her chest begin to fade as her girlfriend opened her arms out and she rushed into them with a heavy sigh of relief.
“Hi,” Beca said gently, loud enough only for Aubrey to hear, rubbing her back as Aubrey draped her arms round her waist and squeezed.
Beca’s heart dropped as she heard Aubrey’s deep, shaky breaths. The panic and upset was radiating off of her and the musician hated to see her like this, barely keeping herself together. Aubrey seemed overwhelmed more than anything else. Overwhelmed and scared. It hurt Beca even more knowing how put together Aubrey usually was. Not in an unhealthy way anymore, not like back in college, but she kept herself and her emotions in check with a careful schedule and routine, she allowed for spontaneity on the weekends - she rarely ever got to this stage about anything these days. Beca knew it must have been a bad start to the morning if Sage cancelled her meetings, but she hadn’t anticipated it getting to this stage.
“I’m here, Bree,” she whispered. “Are you feeling okay?”
They both knew she meant physically rather than mentally. Aubrey took a moment to check in with herself, but eventually nodded.
“I’m fine,” she said softly.
Beca wasn’t so sure. “Do you think you’ll still be fine after food?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay.” The shorter girl pulled back and tucked some strands of hair behind Aubrey’s ear, tiptoeing to give her a quick kiss before grabbing her hand, choosing not to comment on the state of Aubrey’s sleeve that she had clearly been pulling at all morning. It looked ruined beyond repair.
Aubrey put her sunglasses back on. “The paps are outside. We have to go through the front, my car’s there,”
“No,” Beca shook her head. The last thing she wanted to do was have Aubrey photographed now. “Mine’s at the back. We’ll give your keys to security and ask him to park it there for now. We’ll get it later,”
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Having successfully evaded the paps, they wound up eating sandwiches in their favourite secluded spot. A little hideaway in the middle of the park nearby that was completely concealed by foliage and trees. They often came there to watch the sunset, to have picnics or just to get away from life for a while. It was their secret spot.
After watching Aubrey silently eat her sandwich for a while, Beca nudged her slightly with her leg, putting her own sandwich bag down onto the blanket Beca had found in the boot of her car and laid out for them to sit on.
“Wanna talk?”
Aubrey looked up at her kind, concerned eyes and nodded, putting her sandwich down too. She took a deep breath.
“I walked into work and- it’s so ridiculous, nothing even technically happened,” Beca sent her a disapproving look, which Aubrey ignored. “And I saw Brandy by the elevator. She was really cold. And judgemental. And the ride was so tense. It was oppressive. Everybody was hyperaware of me. I don’t enjoy that kind of attention without intention.”
Beca noticed she was fiddling with her sleeve again.
“And everyone was in the breakroom whispering about us. I guess- I just…it was really nerve-wracking. I didn’t expect anyone to disapprove of us. I knew they would care, but they’re all fans of you anyway. I didn’t think it would be…like that. It was just too much without warning.”
Beca bit her lip, rubbing circles over the back of Aubrey’s hand. She felt terrible. “What’s on your mind?”
“I just told you.”
“No, I mean, after all of that happened, what were you thinking all morning?”
“Worrying about what they thought of you, of me, of our relationship. Worrying that they hated me now because of it, or because I’m a lesbian. Worrying that my work environment has been permanently altered and not knowing where to go from there. Worrying that this could develop into something worse. And if they’ll ever trust me again for lying to them.”
Beca moved so her legs were spread out and tugged Aubrey until she was lying down with her head in her lap and Beca could run her hands through her hair. “I’m so sorry. Fuck. I am so, so sorry baby.”
“It’s not your fault.” Aubrey shook her head.
“It is. I should have prepared you.”
“Beca, what are you talking about? Of course I was prepared to go public.”
“You weren’t.” Beca frowned. “Not like I was. Not professionally. My publicist should have sat you down. I…I was prepped for every possible scenario. Stalkers, haters, whatever. None of them involved your work. I-I assumed people might be shocked. That was it. And your work is more important than mine.” She watched Aubrey open her mouth to interject and brought a finger to her girlfriend’s lips. “Your work is more important than mine, Bree. That’s a fact.”
Aubrey was quiet whilst Beca ruminated on how she could possible fix this. Her phone dinged and Aubrey reached for it. It was a Facebook messenger notification. Aubrey looked up at her questionably, but Beca merely shrugged so Aubrey unlocked her phone and clicked on it.
Alicia sent you a photo.
Alicia: so you can go public to the whole world with Audrey but you couldn’t tell your mom about us? I’m pretty pissed that I would be living life as the beca mitchell’s famous girlfriend right now if you’d had the balls. And to leave me for her?? Let me know when you realise you want a second chance.
“Well now I feel sick.” Aubrey said as they both stared at the message and a topless selfie where the blonde girl had applied too much lip gloss to grin impiously at the camera.
“What the fuck?” Beca scoffed as she took the phone and reread the message in disbelief.
Aubrey sounded even more dejected. “Is that your high school girlfriend?”
“Yes.” Beca said with an exhausted sigh. “Sort of. I don’t really count barely getting along as girlfriends. Didn’t even know she was on my Facebook.”
Her girlfriend was already feeling weak and embarrassed and hated enough without that message to be the straw that broke the camel’s back. To be crying over something so far deep in Beca’s past felt juvenile, and the last thing she wanted to do was appear like a jealous girlfriend when they both knew the brunette only had eyes for her. But damn it, she was strong all the time. And if she couldn’t have off days in front of Beca then she couldn’t have off days in front of herself. The sniffle and gasping breaths that Aubrey couldn’t hold in alerted the singer from where she was in the process of blocking Alicia, and she dropped her phone immediately as she noticed the tears falling slowly down the side of Aubrey’s face.
“My love.” Beca said sadly, cupping her cheeks and pressing an upside-down kiss to her lips. “I-I’m not about to tell you not to cry but…but look around. Look at where we are. This is our place. All ours. It’s you and me and our place and our love. Nobody else is welcome here. Bree please…don’t you worry your pretty little mind, okay? I-I know that’s easier said than done but- shit, Aubrey.” There were tears threatening to fall from her own eyes now. Beca would never get used to seeing Aubrey cry. It always broke her heart. “People throw rocks at things that shine.”
Aubrey nodded, and her mouth upturned into a near-smile at the riddle. She loved it when Beca spoke in riddles and metaphors. It was a habit she picked up from her dad, and she did it without realising whenever she really, really meant something. It was a comfort to Aubrey because it always meant Beca was being her most honest and loving self.
Beca gently wiped the remaining tears off her girlfriend’s face as she continued speaking. “And…life makes love look hard. But…but our love isn’t. Our life is gonna be rocky for a little while, I know that, you have no idea how sorry I am. Just a little while, while we navigate the publicity. But our love won’t be. Right? This place is ours, this love is ours, nobody’s taking that away from us.”
Aubrey sat up and looked deeply into Beca’s eyes. What was usually an ocean blue had turned into a dark, misty midnight. Aubrey cupped Beca’s cheek and brought their heads together.
“How do you do that?” Aubrey asked her.
“Do what?”
Aubrey pressed a kiss to her lips and pulled back. “Make everything okay. Speak like that unrehearsed.”
Beca rolled her eyes. “You do it too.”
“I do?”
“Aubrey, you’re a lawyer. Come on.”
“It’s not the same.” Aubrey smiled gently.
“It is totally the same.”
“You were not like this in Barden. At all. It’s not the same. What changed?”
Beca looked down a little shyly and shrugged. “Started songwriting when we got together.”
Aubrey simply chuckled at Beca’s sudden bashfulness as if she hadn’t heard and given notes of a dozen of Beca’s songs that she was still perfecting for her next, more personal album. “I love you, Becs.”
“Love you too,”
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lgbtkendricks · 1 year ago
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chapter 1 and 2 of 'with those holiday greetings (and gay happy meetings)' on ao3 now !!
fake-dating at christmas, mitchsen
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Beca Mitchell was an aspiring music producer. Because of that, she had been involved in extracurriculars relating to music for the majority of her life. She’d been in choir as a kid (and made sure her mother burned all the tapes). In high school she took every music-related class they had to offer, a job at the record store and saved up for all of her equipment. In college she worked at a radio station, DJed on the side and…joined an acapella group…but made said group better with her arrangements, a useful honing of her skills for future producer jobs. She made songs – sort of. She thought her mixes were her songs, anyway. The point was, Beca Mitchell lived and breathed music. All genres, all decades, all artists. A song was a song and she would treat each one with as much respect as the last. Beca still had yet to meet someone who could match her repertoire in their knowledge of music. Granted, she hadn’t yet met Beyonce, who she imagined was one of the few who could usurp her. She knew a lot about music and production, and she wasn’t afraid to be annoying about it. It was all she cared about and all she wanted people to know her for.
Through all that, Beca couldn’t deny that Aubrey Posen’s laugh was the most melodic thing she had ever heard.
She laughed…in a mixed belt. It was a perfect blend of her chest voice and her head voice, yet still high and pure and sweet and bouncy. Beca had never in her life adored someone this much, and it terrified her a little, but it was also far too fun to ignore. Watching Aubrey giggle her way through Blame It On The Alcohol, watching her comment on how accurate the drunk glee kids were to her own high school experiences, watching her agree with Rachel Berry’s understanding of alcohol tasting like pink, watching her pause and rewind several times to cackle at Puck, Quinn and Lauren in the background – it was everything to Beca. Not only was her heart filling every time Aubrey so much as smiled, but the knowledge that Beca was the one who was keeping her from the nervous wreck she had become pre-flight was doing something to her that the brunette wasn’t ready to unpack. It was pretty beautiful, the way just watching glee together could distract Aubrey entirely from her very real and valid fear of flying. And Beca knew they were annoying the other passengers on the flight. Even the flight attendants were oscillating between smiling at the fun the two were having and clenching their jaws each time Aubrey completely missed their offerings.
Beca wanted nothing more than to watch Heather Morris completely embody Ke$ha in their whole school performance, but being the hyperaware, Aubrey-obsessed embarrassment that she was, she couldn’t ignore the very real dangers of watching that particular performance. She reached forward and pushed down on the spacebar on her laptop. Aubrey looked at her immediately, cocking her head in confusion.
Beca stared back at her expectantly. When Aubrey still stared just as expectantly, Beca smiled a little wryly.
“You sure you wanna watch this part?”
Aubrey raised her brows. “Why wouldn’t I want to watch this part?”
“It’s…the part.”
“Which part??”
The younger girl couldn’t believe she had to spell it out. “The part that would put your ICCA finals of junior year to shame.”
A hand reached out and whacked her on the shoulder, making Beca laugh whilst Aubrey flushed red. “Press play, Beca.”
“I’m serious!” Beca said honestly. “Aubrey, somehow I don’t think that watching a bunch of drunk kids throw up mid-performance is gonna be conducive to you of all people on a plane. Watch it if you want but don’t come crying to me if we feel any turbulence.”
The eye roll Aubrey gave her could have put her own to shame. “I’ve taken anti-nausea tablets, Beca, I’m not stupid.”
“Didn’t say you were, and those don’t always work.” Beca argued back.
“I cannot believe you’re policing a glee episode right now.”
“I cannot believe you’re not taking precautions when you were the one who said she didn’t like flying.”
“Because it’s a death trap, not because of being sick!”
The middle-aged woman sitting in front of them turned round in her seat to face them. Both Beca and Aubrey expected her to tell them to shut up, but instead she smiled sweetly.
Her voice was teasing. “You two are the splitting image of my daughter and her wife. You argue just like they do.”
Both women went bright red. Beca opened her mouth to tell her they weren’t together, but nothing came out.
read the rest on ao3 :o
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lgbtkendricks · 1 year ago
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i mean. are you kidding me????
they'll judge it like they know about me and you
and the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do
the jury's out, but my choice is you
and any snide remarks from my father
about your tattoos will be ignored
cause my heart is yours
specifically directly after they've gone public with their relationship, famous beca, lawyer aubrey, everyone in the office is looking at her differently. very very very excited to write this and post it tonight/tomorrow
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lgbtkendricks · 1 year ago
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secrets of the castle (bechloe, hogwarts au, enemies to lovers) chapter 14!!!
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Beca liked to think that she hid her intelligence rather well…being as though it was difficult to deduce her thoughts when she didn’t voice them. She took great pride in that. Her usual ability to be silent was partly why she was so irked by that redheaded girl’s prying earlier. She could barely even remember her name, but those blue eyes that stared at her as if she was attempting to perform legilimency on her weren’t exactly inviting. It was as if Beca could seep into her sky blue orbs into a void of nothingness and never be able to escape. To put it frankly, it disgusted her.
Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale don't exactly get off on the right foot. In fact, they're sworn enemies from day one. But Hogwarts has a funny way of bringing the most unlikely pairs closer together...
read on AO3 now!!!
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lgbtkendricks · 1 year ago
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Hi! Just letting you know I loved your secrets of the castle fanfic and I know it's been a while since you last updated it but I was wondering if you'll continue to update it?? Again, it was amazing and I also checked out the playlist you made and now I kinda listen to it every day. Anyway, hope you're doing good!
awww hi this made my day!!!!! that makes me SO happy that you listen to the playlist, that playlist is my favourite thing to listen to when writing secrets of the castle <333 i will be continuing to update it!!!! i've been incredibly busy these past months and haven't had many chances to write recently like i usually do each holiday outside of university, but i 100% plan on updating and was actually writing last week!!
i unfortunately can't say when the next chapter will be posted but i promise it has not been abandoned, it's my favourite fic ever and i have such an extensive plan for it :)))) thank you so much for supporting ahhhh it makes me so happy to know you like it so much!!
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lgbtkendricks · 1 year ago
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so... twitter is... hmmmm. yes. well. i’m ice! she/they, 20, @lgbtkendrick on the dying app. i’m a young filmmaker and writer from london, studying at oxford and i’m crawling back to tumblr once again... 
i’ll probably be posting most about
- films
- television
- books
- writing
- filmmaking
- anna kendrick (i’m the letter girl...)
follow me :) i also take commissions on ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/lgbtkendrick and have letterboxd https://letterboxd.com/lgbtkendrick/
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lgbtkendricks · 1 year ago
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How can you continue to write a Harry Potter AU despite the problematic tropes AND the creator’s bigotry?
because i'm ignoring the creator and those tropes entirely. i loathe her. i refuse to ever buy or legally stream harry potter content again, i refuse to read the books (i write from memory), i refuse to play that open world game and i refuse to support her in any way. however, i found that attempting to ignore the series entirely and pretend it doesn't exist just didn't work for me (and believe me i tried!!!). so my solution has been to rewrite history - write it with characters i love, make the universe my own, include lgbtq+ and poc characters and storylines. write a better book than she ever could, freely and without depositing anything into her pockets. i found that i unfortunately really couldn't let go of the unparalleled comfort the world gives me and has always given me, and i wanted to find a way to keep that comfort but not engage in anything to do with her directly. i also just generally really hoped to provide the same for other people, give them an alternative way to interact with the world. to know that even five people would move from engaging with anything she made directly to engaging solely with my fic makes my heart soar. and to know that the things in my fic would piss her off beyond belief makes me so happy. as does the time i got anna to unfollow her on twitter.
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SECRETS OF THE CASTLE CHAPTER 9 (bechloe, enemies to lovers, hogwarts au)
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Beca liked to think that she hid her intelligence rather well…being as though it was difficult to deduce her thoughts when she didn’t voice them. She took great pride in that. Her usual ability to be silent was partly why she was so irked by that redheaded girl’s prying earlier. She could barely even remember her name, but those blue eyes that stared at her as if she was attempting to perform legilimency on her weren’t exactly inviting. It was as if Beca could seep into her sky blue orbs into a void of nothingness and never be able to escape. To put it frankly, it disgusted her.
Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale don’t exactly get off on the right foot. In fact, they’re sworn enemies from day one. But Hogwarts has a funny way of bringing the most unlikely pairs closer together…
READ IT ON AO3!
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lgbtkendricks · 2 years ago
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WHERE YOU LEAD (bechloe fic) CHAPTER 1
Beca decides it's about time she brings Chloe home to meet her mom. (rewrite of my 2016 fic ‘how chloe met beca’s mother’...which was real bad bc i was real young)
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“Hello?”
“Hey mom-“
“Beca? Is that really my little girl? The girl I looked after and watered and fed for 18 years so that she could get a college education before pursuing her music artist dreams in the city of angels whom I haven’t seen since?”
“I saw you like a month ago!” Beca laughed, fidgeting nervously with her powerpuff girl keychain.
“Hmm, I’m having a…vague rememory…so!” her mother’s voice rose an octave. “Why are you calling on this sunny 90 degree LA day?”
Beca put her phone on speaker and went back to scrolling through her computer. “Can’t I just call my mother to tell her how much I love her?”
“Yeah, right. You never call me first, this is like- a Christmas miracle! If Santa Claus was a bratty, tiny superstar.”
“Mom.” Beca rolled her eyes, unamused at the height dig.
“Hey! After your whole music thing, you could star in that movie!”
“Mom!” she barked out a laugh. “My acting career started and ended with orphan number 32 in Annie.”
“But they let anyone on the screen these days! You could be the next…oh wow, all of Hollywood and I can’t think of a super famous nepotism actor who can’t act-“
“Anyway.” Beca said pointedly.
“What do you wanttt?” her mother’s voice sounded out teasingly.
“Um, w-well…” Beca stuttered. She was starting to feel a little nervous now. What if her mom didn’t approve? What if she hated the idea? What if-
“Welllllll?”
“I’m seeing someone.” Beca blurted out, ripping off the band aid before she gave herself another chance to back out. It wasn’t really the seeing someone part she was afraid of, but rather the billion follow up questions she knew were imminent. And the high pitched squeal that came from her phone’s tinny speakers simply proved her point, making her cringe and roll her desk chair away momentarily.
“Get OUT of here! Finally, Beca! It only took you 24 and a half years!”
“Wha-that is not true, I dated Jesse.” She cringed as she said it. What a dark time.
“Uhhhh, yeah, for such a small amount of time that I only found out he existed half a year after you broke up,”
“Two months is not a small amount of-“ her mother giggled through the phone, and Beca reddened. “Shut up.”
“Okay, so tell me about this someone. Who is he? What’s he like?”
Beca was quiet for a moment. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She hated that – she was being ridiculous and she knew it. This was her mother, for god’s sake. Her mother who makes rainbow cupcakes and glittery cocktails to hand out at the town pride parade. Beca had nothing to worry about. She didn’t know why she hadn’t told her before.
“Uh, well, she is a girl. I’m seeing a girl.”
Read the rest on AO3 :)
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lgbtkendricks · 2 years ago
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SECRETS OF THE CASTLE (bechloe, hogwarts au, enemies to lovers) CHAPTER 6
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Beca liked to think that she hid her intelligence rather well…being as though it was difficult to deduce her thoughts when she didn’t voice them. She took great pride in that. Her usual ability to be silent was partly why she was so irked by that redheaded girl’s prying earlier. She could barely even remember her name, but those blue eyes that stared at her as if she was attempting to perform legilimency on her weren’t exactly inviting. It was as if Beca could seep into her sky blue orbs into a void of nothingness and never be able to escape. To put it frankly, it disgusted her.
Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale don't exactly get off on the right foot. In fact, they're sworn enemies from day one. But Hogwarts has a funny way of bringing the most unlikely pairs closer together...
READ IT ON AO3!
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lgbtkendricks · 2 years ago
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SECRETS OF THE CASTLE (bechloe, hogwarts au, enemies to lovers) CHAPTER 8
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Beca liked to think that she hid her intelligence rather well…being as though it was difficult to deduce her thoughts when she didn’t voice them. She took great pride in that. Her usual ability to be silent was partly why she was so irked by that redheaded girl’s prying earlier. She could barely even remember her name, but those blue eyes that stared at her as if she was attempting to perform legilimency on her weren’t exactly inviting. It was as if Beca could seep into her sky blue orbs into a void of nothingness and never be able to escape. To put it frankly, it disgusted her.
Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale don’t exactly get off on the right foot. In fact, they’re sworn enemies from day one. But Hogwarts has a funny way of bringing the most unlikely pairs closer together…
READ IT ON AO3!
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lgbtkendricks · 2 years ago
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SECRETS OF THE CASTLE (bechloe, hogwarts au, enemies to lovers) CHAPTER 7
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Beca liked to think that she hid her intelligence rather well…being as though it was difficult to deduce her thoughts when she didn’t voice them. She took great pride in that. Her usual ability to be silent was partly why she was so irked by that redheaded girl’s prying earlier. She could barely even remember her name, but those blue eyes that stared at her as if she was attempting to perform legilimency on her weren’t exactly inviting. It was as if Beca could seep into her sky blue orbs into a void of nothingness and never be able to escape. To put it frankly, it disgusted her.
Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale don't exactly get off on the right foot. In fact, they're sworn enemies from day one. But Hogwarts has a funny way of bringing the most unlikely pairs closer together...
READ IT ON AO3!
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