Guys, I'm super pumped about this series of oneshots I'm starting- and I now I say that about all my stories, but THIS ONE IS GOING TO BE SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. Do you ever watch those cute couple videos on YouTube and wish your OTP did the certain challenges? Perhaps it's just me, but I do it on the daily! So, why not make my dreams a reality and transform our favorite couple into youtubers?! Chapters will all range differently with different content, just like how they would on YouTube and also ratings will vary. You'll also see them making the videos and all the behind scenes with it. Bechloe!family, Bechloe!parents and just pure Bechloe fluff! I hope you guys decide to stick around, I think you guys will enjoy it :)
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Bechloe Tube: The Girlfriend Tag
It's a peaceful afternoon for Beca as she relaxes on the couch of her and Chloe's Orange County house with her back pressed up against the armrest, legs sprawled out and crossed at the ankles, right hand submerged in the massive bucket of cheeto balls she has next to her hip while her left maneuvers her mouse pad on her MacBook. Full free days like these don't come very often in her busy life schedule being a music producer and all for one of the top record labels in the country, Columbia Records, so any free time away from the studio is time she'll take advantage of.
Even if it's wasting the day away binge watching YouTube videos and gaining a few pounds from all the cheetos she has recently just ingested.
Scarfing down a handful of cheeto balls, Beca checks her channel like she always does for any exciting activity since YouTube is where she puts some of her own music, interacts with fans and when she does check her channel, she sees that she has now officially hit eight million subscribers. Flabbergasted at the news and can't believe so many people are interested and dedicated to her work, she sends out a mass thank you note on every social platform possible, all while her fingers are covered in a orange, cheesy layer and it's getting all over the keys to her laptop.
"Wowza! You nerds...can't believe you guys made me reach my goal, eight MILLION subscribers this month! All of you make my world go round I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you guys. #heartisfull #smileislarge #tummyisfullofcheetos"
Is what she posts on Twitter, her main account other than her public instagram, public Facebook page, and YouTube account, obviously. It's all true; her hitting the goal for the month of May. She never thought it was possible, yeah, she liked to believe it was, knowing just how amazingly huge the YouTube community has grown in popularity, which is why she started uploading music onto the site in the first place, hoping someone would stumble upon it and share her music with the world.
Getting a stable group of viewers when she was attending college was literally the hardest thing she has ever done, especially being so young, battling against hundreds of other talented artists on the internet. Eventually, however, she broke through that tough film and got her name out there with some of her mixes, which then lead to the internship at Columbia during her last year of college when a worker ran across her music, interviewed her, then went into developing a real life career in the music industry that she is now excelling in.
And even though she doesn't use YouTube as much as she use to now that she has worked with big time artists, such as Fifth Harmony, The Chainsmokers, Zayn, Little Mix and has even received a couple Grammys to place on the bookshelf at home, not to mention a few singles going double platinum.
But, yeah, she might be super successful now with her career and only posts once every month or so, YouTube still lies close to her heart since there is where she got her start.
YouTube is basically the womb of which Beca came out of before she went down the road of becoming America's most talented music producer and writer.
Also, she might have forgotten to post anything on her channel due to being too preoccupied since she has her own little family back at home to take care of and her daughter, Cameron Brooke Mitchell, is a handful to take care of, especially now that she has officially hit the ten month mark in her age and Chloe, her wife of five years, but have been together since her sophomore year of college, which makes it a total of eight, agonizing years of pure torture (totally joking) is counting down the seconds until Cameron starts walking.
Right now, their daughter is kinda just falling all over the place before she can get a good step in, gathering quite the collection of bumps, boo-boos, and cries, but just like Chloe, she's eagerly awaiting those first steps like she is watching the last five second on the microwave until her food is ready. If she were to miss it by any reason-and she knows that the chances are present-her world would crumble to the ground. It was painful enough that she missed Cameron's first word, 'mama' while being stuck in traffic after just getting off of work.
Luckily Chloe recorded the whole thing and sent it to her so she could watch it over and over again, the nostalgic feeling never fading away.
At least she was there when she stubbed her toe on the bed frame of her and Chloe's king sized bed, hissing a sharp "fuck" out loud from the pain and hearing Cameron attempt to repeat the word back, but luckily she had trouble saying the full word and could only get the "uck" sound out there.
If she was already dropping profanity at not even a year of age, it would be Beca's head on the chopping block when her wife hears Cameron dropping f-bombs like it's her job to do so.
You know what they say though, like mother like daughter, and guilty as charged, she happens to have a foul sailor mouth, but she explains to people that it's just a colorful vocabulary.
Anyways-kind of got off topic for a bit- but as Beca was saying, YouTube is a big part of her life and she's trying to think of a few ideas where she can post videos online for her fans without it interfering with her home life, rather than giving them just snippets on her new music, Q&As about tours, artists and projects she's working with and all that business stuff, because if she's being completely honest, which she is, that shit gets boring real fast.
Clicking back onto YouTube where she is watching old videos of Ally Hills and Stevie Bobbie, along with Shancam videos where they're doing a bunch of crazy challenges and shit, but having a blast while filming it-you know, the good entertainment-an idea pops up when she feels her phone go off beneath her laptop that is covering the top of her thighs and is chiming off in her crotch. Knowing it's Chloe after developing a six sense into year five of being together, she smiles at the text, licking the cheese off each of her fingers and cleaning them dry before typing back a response.
[Baby Mama 2:35 PM]: Do you think Cameron will eat fish? That's what you want for dinner right?
[Beca Mitchell 2:35 PM]: Yeah that sounds good. Your lemon garlic salmon sounds amazing. And yeah, I think she'll like it. She does have a thing for grilled chicken when we made that the other night
[Baby Mama 2:37 PM]: Okay boujee, think this is Top Chef or something? ;) Can our sides be asparagus? Cammie might like that too
[Beca Mitchell 2:38 PM]: Nahhh I like Chopped better. And really, vegetables? Why do you hate me so much and why so healthy? :(
[Baby Mama 2:39 PM]: Babe, it's sad that our ten month old eats more vegetables than you, a twenty seven year old lol It's either that or green beans… you choose
[Beca Mitchell 2:41 PM]: ...
[Beca Mitchell 2:41 PM]: Fine, green beans
[Baby Mama 2:42 PM]: Good girl ;) I swear I could feel your eye rolls from all the way at the supermarket
[Beca Mitchell 2:42 PM]: Good, cause they were rollin' at chu. Pick up some dessert then?
[Baby Mama 2:43 PM]: Already got some freshly baked brownies for your sweet tooth ;)
[Beca Mitchell 2:44 PM]: God, I love you so so much. Hurry up and get your cute butt back here with my daughter, I miss you two.
[Beca Mitchell 2:44 PM]: Cams a little bit more than you tho…
[Baby Mama 2:45 PM]: Oh shut your mouth!
[Beca Mitchell 2:45 PM]: Make me ;) But seriously joking. I love and miss you both equally as much.
[Baby Mama 2:48 PM]: Oh I will ;)
[Baby Mama 2:48 PM]: Love you too, baby, and be there soon. Just need to check out. Cammie misses you, as well. Won't stop babbling for you lol
[Beca Mitchell 2:50 PM]: Precious. See you guys soon
Beca exits out of her conversation feeling like her insides have just been replaced by the middle of those freshly baked brownies; warm and gooey all over. Never a day goes by out of the years and minutes in between spent with Chloe that she never had to remind herself how much love she had stored for the girl because one, it's the way Chloe simply breathes that makes her fall back in love all over again like she's back at college, internally and always will be swooned by such a treasure.
And two, the limit of love for Chloe simply doesn't even exist.
"We should make YouTube videos," Beca says all of a sudden after swallowing down a pretty hefty size chunk of salmon while her, Chloe and Cameron sit at the dining room table, enjoying a peaceful family dinner together.
Chloe pauses Cameron's feeding, retracting the fork with a small piece of salmon on the end and arching up a single brow directed at Beca before she continues on with her explanation, unable to fully understand what her wife is proposing.
"Videos where we do crazy shit online and post it," Beca explains casually, her voice increasing with excitement at just the thought. There was so much she wanted to do with Chloe and post on the internet for everyone to see.
Okay, whoa, that didn't come out right.
"Didn't know you wanted to switch up the industry, babe." It's Beca's turn to arch a brow, not fully understanding what Chloe meant by this as her wife goes back to feeding Cameron her salmon after the girl started fussing about being denied her food that apparently seems to be quite the hit for tonight. "Porn seems like such a...big leap for you, knowing how shy and fidgety you get when Stacie teases you about sex."
"That's not what I meant." If Beca were physically able to roll her eyes any harder, she thinks they might've gotten stuck. Chloe just laughs at her joke, thinking she's the funniest person alive while Beca thinks the opposite and can even feel her face heating up at the inappropriate thoughts involving Chloe flooding her teenage mind. Eight years later and still twisting her words, smh. "I meant like be a YouTube couple!"
At this, Chloe's attention is caught to the point where all jokes are pushed aside and maybe it's the hint of interest that urges Beca to continue on with her suggestion, enlighten Chloe about this whole new world they could explore together.
"There's so much we could do like...oh! The challenges you see going around, like guess that Pringle chip or girlfriend does my makeup challenge."
"We all know I wouldn't let you near my makeup collection and face unless I wanted to look like a lead guitarist in a rock band. Plus, that stuff isn't cheap-maybe for you who sits on money, but not me."
"Hey!" Beca uses her foot to kick Chloe in the shin underneath the table, but it does nothing to mute Chloe's laughs. "I've eased down on the eyeliner," she reasons nothing but the truth while Chloe's laughing gets controlled and she's rubbing down at her leg where she was kicked and getting everything but sympathy from Beca.
"I know, it's such a shame because I totally thought you were extra yummy when I saw you at the actives fair with your pounds of eyeliner and scary ear spikes," Chloe purrs seductively while giving Cameron another piece of fish and Beca cringes at the word choices for a compliment. Chloe may be thirty, but she still has the vocabulary of a teenage girl from a Cosmo magazine.
Throwing away the topic with a snicker and shake to her head, "anyways, what do you say? We could start posting stuff together and even have Cam in a few episodes." Beca smirks at Chloe's contemplating mask, knowing just how much attention their daughter gets from her fans who seem to go insane whenever she's out spotted with Cameron while shopping, or taking a walk, or posts sleeping pictures of her baby that earns triple the amount of likes she usually obtains. "Hell, even Bear would be a YouTube sensation! Forget about Jacob Sagitorius or whatever the hell his name is!"
Bear is their family pup; a chubby, fluffy St. Bernard that they adopted from the rescue. Once they realized how gentle he was with Cameron and how she immediately fell in love with the dog, not too much of a shock there since Cameron falls in love with lint on the ground, Beca and Chloe both knew they had to get him.
"Becs, how do you know your fans would even like the content?" Chloe battles back while using the spoon filled with mash potatoes as an airplane, filling the kitchen with airplane noises and giggles before landing it in Cameron's wide opened mouth.
Beca smiles lovingly at the scene, adoring the way Chloe's voice changes into her sweet as sugar 'baby talk,' which is hands down the cutest fucking thing, ever, and how Cameron is always so smiley, showing off her four-almost five- set of baby chompers as her hands and feet wiggle erratically for the spoon full food to make it to her mouth. If there was any doubt about Cameron being Chloe's kid-besides the patch of soft, light red hair growing in around her head over the light blue headband bow Chloe put in earlier and the blinds set of cerulean blue eyes- all the smiling and non stop giggling is a dead giveaway.
"Better yet, what if they don't enjoy watching me?" Chloe continues, but Beca is certain that she might've blacked out from the cuteness overload and completely forgot her and Chloe were even having a conversation in the first place. Also, no, absolutely not. People love Chloe, an alarming amount actually. It's equally assuring as it is concerning because it seems like her fans might love Chloe even more than herself, which is a self esteem bruiser.
Reeling herself back to the conversation that happened previous of Chloe's mom transformation that put Beca in such a deep trance, she remembers what is was that she was saying. "You know my fans adore you, Chloe. I get requests from them all the time," she assures sincerely, cutting up the last bit of fish she has on her plate and sticking it in her mouth. "They even gave us a ship name." Chloe tosses a piece of her green beans across the table at Beca when she says this through a mouth full of food, hitting Beca directly in the middle of her forehead, and then lectures her about manners and how she doesn't want Cameron picking up such nasty habits from her pig of a mother.
Beca shoots Chloe a scowl, but it eventually turns into a lopsided smile when Chloe bats her lashes playfully at her, lip caught between her teeth; one of Beca greatest weaknesses. Using her napkin to wipe off the newly added mess on her forehead, no thanks to her wife, "seriously, babe, they'll like any video with you featured in it. In fact, they'll love you. Remember that time we sung "Liability" by Lorde and the fans went berserk?"
Without hesitating in thought, Chloe nods her head, remembering the exact memories, one in specific, like it all happened just yesterday. It was kind of hard to forget Beca's most viewed YouTube video of the both of them singing a cover to one of Beca's original songs she helped write. "Of course I remember that video. I think we filmed it about twenty times."
"That's because you wouldn't stop crying!" Beca accuses with a light chuckle, forking up a couple green beans as Chloe's mouth instantly drops to her chest, offended.
"I'm sorry!" She is so total not sorry. Sarcasm looks so go on her, Beca admits. "But you know what your voice does to me, especially when you play the piano." Cameron babbles loudly, punctuating Chloe's sentence with her own incoherent jumble of just sounds to give her two cents. "See, even our daughter understands the beauty of your voice."
Insides now officially gone melted when she is hit with Cameron's face splitting smile that's still spilling incoherent-but incredibly adorable- noises when she cooes over in her own baby language to where Cameron is sitting in her high chair, face messy with food and musical notes bibb covered in it, as well. Apparently Chloe was aiming everywhere but Cameron's mouth on where to feed her and ended up on her entire front half.
She is so not giving the bath tonight, that's for sure.
"But I guess it would be fun to make silly videos with you," Chloe's voice hints her interest at the idea, lighting up Beca's full, five two body frame. "We could even bring Aubrey and Stacie in for like...a couples competition or something." It's Chloe's turn to flick on the light switch, her eyes now glinting with the same excitement that is buzzing through Beca's veins.
"Plus, with all the subscribers, it could be like a second job for us; you could still teach at your dance academy and every once in awhile, I'll steal you for a quick video. I'll still promote my music through my channel while also having a little fun with it." There's no response yet from Chloe who is contemplating in deep thought as Beca goes on about the pros involving the idea." Us, together, bechloe is popular by demand, babe. We'd be a hit and a half with our dazzlingly personalities and 'couple goals' material." Beca purposely uses the term, knowing just how much Chloe loves the idea of their relationship being put on a pedestal to the youth.
Eye going wide from sprouting an idea, "ooohhh! We could even be 'vloggers,' take them through the life of Beca and Chloe." By this point, Chloe is basically a Christmas tree with her new terms and conditions. Hearing enough fluffing to the situation- that seemed to win Chloe over as she announces, "okay, let's do it," to Beca with a cheeky grin, adding a firm head nod to accommodate her words.
Under her breath, Beca whispers a triumphant 'yes' for getting Chloe to agree to the idea in record time. Yeah, starting YouTube videos is a big step forward and is basically a second career for the both of them, but now she can at least give her fans something more to look forward to every week, if that. Perhaps starting off light with the videos and progressively getting better about uploading is the route to go.
"My students are going to get a kick out of this," Chloe shakes her head with a laugh, using the spoon to trace back up Cameron's chin where the mash potatoes dribbled out of her mouth.
Beca stands up from her chair, grabs her plate along with Chloe's after asking if she was finished and heads over to the sink to start the usual, nightly ritual of Chloe cooking dinner and her doing the dishes. There's an explicit amount of excitement running through her body to the point where she wishes they could start making videos-YouTube videos, that is.
Totally innocent, fully clothed, mildly mature based videos.
"Are you done, girly?" Chloe asks Cameron and Beca takes a look over her shoulder, seeing the spoon filled with more mash potatoes being denied by a head nod and Cameron trying to feed it to Chloe instead.
Never one to deny her daughter, Chloe opens her mouth, munching down on the spoon Cameron urges towards her mouth, almost spilling the food across her chin when she misses her aim.
"Oh yummy! Thank you, Cammie!" Chloe gushes sweetly with a mouthful, earning a satisfied babble from Cameron and Beca almost over flows the sink with soapy dish water from not paying attention. She can't help br be drawn to it. Chloe and Cameron pretending to have a conversation tears her insides to shreds. "You want some...dessert?"
"Of course she does," Beca chips in while draining some of the water and getting a head start on the dishes. "Just don't feed her a lot of the brownies. We don't need her to have a sugar rush while we try to sleep."
Chloe sneaks up behind Beca, grabbing the store bought brownies and a knife to cut up tiny pieces for Cameron, but not without giving her wife a firm smack on the butt. Beca yelps at the contact, but relaxes at the peppered kisses across her jawline Chloe surprises her with.
"You got it, babe," Chloe says, retreating back to where Cameron is eagerly waiting with a box of brownies in her hands and Beca continues doing the dishes, the warm domesticated feeling still not something she is completely use to.
And yeah, her life is pretty fucking perfect.
"Seriously, Beca?" Chloe drawls the exact moment she walks through the front door after getting off of dance practice and sees that their study room has now transformed itself into 'Beca's filming zone,' with all the lights, the microphones and cameras all set up facing their twin, matching light blue bean bag sacs in front of a newly added, rainbow flag now hung on the back wall. It's crazy to think that Beca got so much urgency to start filming not even two days later after their conversation at dinner. "Also, did you just go out and buy the most expensive, fanciest camera in the store?"
Beca is still tinkering around with the setup, making a few tweaks to the picture quality and making sure everything lined up is in the frame. Not hearing Chloe's arrival through the front door, but being startled by her wife's voice, she whips her around to see Chloe leaning against the doorframe, dressed in her usual work out attire when she has her dance practices and looking absolutely stunning.
Avoiding the question because it may or may not be true, (it was the best high definition camera that she just couldn't pass up, according to the sales guy) she curves up a megawatt smile that earns a suspicious glance from Chloe and stands up from where she is kneeling to greet her wife the proper way. Her hands find either side of Chloe's face when she makes it and swiftly, she smacks their lips together, an equally rough and enjoyable welcome home smooch.
"Missed you," Beca mumbles against Chloe's barely parted lips, dropping a few more chaste pecks before heading back to the camera and finishing the last few tweaks before they can start filming.
As Beca turns her back to leave, she catches Chloe's eye roll, but also sees the corner of her mouth twitching upwards, a smile threatening to make an appearance as she scans the room for someone in particular. Finding exactly who Chloe was looking for sitting in her toy bouncer, lady bug car with an explicit amount of happiness now that her other mom is home and is babbling uncontrollably with 'gimme hands,' Chloe walks over to Cameron, picking her up from the car and smothers her cheeks in wet kisses to which she can only screech out with giggles.
"I think your mom is cwazy!" Chloe cooes the insult in her baby voice, not to Beca but instead, their ten month old daughter who is incapable of talking back. "Is she cwazy? I think she is super cwazy!" Again, she repeats herself and Cameron is still giggling from the dropped kisses Chloe is planting all over her face, but is squealing a word that sounds a lot like her attempt to say yes. "Good thing she's super hot, huh, or we would have to leave her. Trade her in for a new mommy."
"Still here," Beca grumbles while she finishes up the last angle for the camera, preparing the shoot now checked off her list of things to do for the day. "Stop terrorizing my kid, Mitchell."
"Our kid," Chloe corrects, gently setting Cameron back down in her toy car and running her fingernails through the soft, short head of hair she has growing in. She walks over to Beca who has her arms crossed, unamused written all over her features and tugs at the belt loops of Beca's black, ripped at the knees skinny jeans, pulling her in closely. "Gimme more kisses," she mumbles through a pout, her bottom lip jutting out in a way that crushes Beca's insides.
"You've only been gone for three hours, I didn't miss you that much," Beca teases smug and protects her stomach from the smack Chloe tries aiming for. Hit with the power behind Chloe's pout that has become ten times more defined and a hundred times more adorable, "C'mere," she cooes, this time hooking her hands at the base of Chloe's neck, thumbs tracing along her wife's jaw line on either side of her face and eliminates the distance keeping their lips apart, perfectly okay with stealing a few more kisses.
Things get heated pretty fast between them. Soft, passionate kisses where they nip at each others lips transform into needy, rough ones where their teeth clank together and tongues get a few good strokes at openings, giving the studio room a whole new soundtrack filled with the smacking sounds of their lips and their mixed, breathy moans. Before it could get any hotter, which Beca was hoping it did since their child has been extra needy the past couple weeks and their sexual activities have been put on hold, making her desperate to get some action before she combusts, Bear erupts through the silence with a loud bark, scaring them half to death at the sudden noise and waddles over to Cameron before laying down at her feet.
"Twat blocked by my own damn dog," Beca mutters annoyed at the dog who is now licking Cameron's bare toes under her bouncy car and is causing her to screech some more with giggles from it tickling. She blames it on her sexual frustration with having a wife as hot as Chloe and not being able to thoroughly pleasure her like she wants to, but she gets over it pretty fast by how insanely cute her dog and daughter are combined, not wanting to change the view for the world.
Even if sex is sacrificed.
Chloe swings herself to the side of Beca, keeping her arm wrapped around her waist and leans her head over Beca's shoulder as they both savor the scene between Cameron and Bear. "What plans are rummaging through that gorgeous head of yours about today's video-our first couple video?"
Briefly kissing the mane of red, Beca leans her cheek over the top of Chloe's head. "I was torn between the 'girlfriend tag' and the 'most likely to' tag-and don't you dare start singing Natalie Imbruglia," she warns quickly, already feeling the lyrics mustering up inside Chloe's head.
Chloe laughs because Beca knows for certain that Chloe was seconds away from belting out the song and she drums her fingers against Beca's stomach while she thinks about the two options. "Let's do the girlfriend tag, I feel like that is the one couples usually open up their channels with," she suggests and Beca sees no problem with this one; it was her go to anyway.
"Sick, I'll look up all the questions for them. I'm assuming you want to change?" Beca eyes roam the sweaty dance clothes Chloe has on and even though the short athletic shorts and tight tank top are doing wonders for Beca's imagination, she knows how strict Chloe keeps her hygiene.
"Yes I do, maybe take a quick rinse off too," Chloe says, popping her head off of Beca's shoulder and grabbing her stuff she needs to take upstairs. "Did you already feed the lil bean?"
"Not yet. I cut up some fruit for her when I was cutting the watermelon and pineapple, so I'll give her some of that."
"Okay good. Warm me up a plate of leftovers while you're at it?" Beca scoffs and Chloe uses her best attempt at puppy dog eyes; her evilly genius gift to get Beca to submit to literally anything. When she hears a mumbled "fine," she lights back up with a grin. "There's also some breast milk in the fridge that I stored in there for you when I was pumping, just to make things easier."
"Awesome, I'll give her that too. She hasn't had any yet." Beca walks over to Bear and Cameron, picking up her daughter before placing the small child on her hip. Smacking a wet kiss to one of her chubby cheeks, "are you hungry?!" Back to her baby voice, Cameron nods her head, eyes squinted shut from how big she is smiling. Goodness, did Chloe make one fucking cute kid. "Yeah?! You want some fruit?!" Another frantic head nod that even begins to rile up Bear, who also seems to be hungry for a snack. Guess she might as well feed the both of them while Chloe is showering.
"I love you both very much," Chloe meets Beca half way, pinching Cameron's cheek and straightening out the ruffles in her pink dress then moving to drop a kiss over Beca's puckered lips. Turning her body away from her family and out the door, "I'll be right back," she tell the two over her shoulder as she heads for the stairs to get ready.
Beca watches Chloe leave until she's out of sight and taps Cameron's bottom like a drum before using her hand to tickle her daughters stomach. "Lets go get some food in your belly." Cameron erupts with laughter and they depart to the kitchen, Bear following closely behind.
"Okay, babe, this time...look here." Beca points to the lens on the camera from where she is standing behind the equipment. "Not here." She moves her finger to point over the screen on the camera that shows the full frame of the video and where Chloe's eyes have been glued to the entire time they've been filming, which had to at least be over an hour by now.
"There." Chloe targets the camera lens with her hands and keep her attention set in place. "Not there." Then, she points over to the camera video where she was looking at and Beca nods her head. "I think I got it this round."
Beca maneuvers herself around the set up without destroying anything and plops back down into her bean bag next to Chloe and across from where Bear and Cameron are at, watching them intently. Opening up her phone back to the tag questions where she found them through Google, she readies herself for take number five thousand.
Okay, that might've been a dramatic hyperbole, but they haven't gotten through any questions yet because Chloe either looked at the wrong screen or started giggling, which then transformed into full on belly laughs, causing Beca to end the take with her own.
"Okay, babe. I need you to find your inner actress and not laugh during this take. I'd like to post a video sometime in the near future," Beca grumbles sarcastically and only catches Chloe's sharp gasp of offense and unpleasant twist to her features out of the corner of her eye.
"I'm trying, Beca! This is hard talking to a camera and all! Totes not weird at all," Chloe defends, crossing her arms above the Barden, forest green tank top she changed into above a nice pair of white jean shorts. With her hair damp from her shower, almost paper thin straight, and her face nude without any makeup on, it's almost impossible to stay frustrated with someone who looks this ridiculously beautiful without even trying. "I also think you're way too far away from me; I feel like I'm at a conference call."
"In bean bags?" Beca asks incredulously, glancing down at the drink stained, dog hair covered, black bean bag chairs they're currently sitting on that are so far from professional it's childish.
"Yes," Chloe doesn't even hitch a breath with her answer. "Now come sit on my lap and tell Santa what you want for Christmas."
"Ughhh you suck so much," Beca groans this out loud, but happily obliges, kicking away her bean bag and replacing it with the tops of Chloe's sun kissed colored thighs. "You happy now?" Chloe nods contently with her signature, almost painfully large smile and snuggles her face over the space above Beca's chest. "You're my favorite smell," she subconsciously mumbles with a mouth full of Beca's t-shirt, earning a soft chuckle in return.
Fully seated in Chloe's lap and moving her arms to wrap around her wife's shoulder to keep her balanced, she looks to the camera, ready to attempt filming this video once again-this time, however, in a new position that she is greatly enjoying by the warmth of Chloe's body and the fingertips tracing patterns on her lower back underneath her shirt.
"Are you ready?" At Chloe's head nod and making sure she is looking exactly where she should be looking, Beca starts the video with an opening, "what's up guys, it's Beca," but stops mid way through her sentence when she doesn't like how the greeting just then sounded for her viewers. Twisting her head to look at Chloe and instantly hit with those confused, big, blue eyes, "we need a sick intro, like Grace Helbig does, or those hot twin brothers. Oh! Or superfruit!"
Chloe ponders off for a second, thinking of a couple possible options but ends up coming up with nothing. "Yeah, I have nothing."
Beca laughs at the response because what else did she expect? Chloe is already new to this whole YouTube thing. Her figuring out a catchy saying for them to say at the beginning of her videos was slim to none. "Alright let's try this again," Beca pauses, collecting herself back into actress mode and looks at the camera. "Sup fuckers-"
"Beca!" Before Beca could even get her full sentence out Chloe slaps her in the stomach, hard, making her grunt over in pain. "Don't say that! We have a baby in the room! Pick something else!" she scolds in a harsh tone, always afraid of what Cameron would pick up from Beca one of these days.
They both know grandma and grandpa Beale and Warren would have a heart attack if sweet, innocent Cameron greeted them with a giant, 'fuck off' during the month of Christmas, taking Chloe down with them.
Gaining her breathing back to normal after just being assaulted to the gut by her wife unannounced, "I don't have anything else to say, all of them have profanity!" Beca wheezes out.
Chloe doesn't budge by this, and morphs her face into the stern, mother mask she puts on when Cameron does something naughty, causing Beca to rethink everything she's about to say unless she wants to see the evil wrath the redhead is capable of.
Thinking long and hard about a way to go about this one, a light bulb flashes off inside her head and all of a sudden she is ready to film again. She gives Chloe a countdown from three to zero before before says, "what's up my nerds! I'm here with one of my baby mamas-"
"One of them?!" Chloe cuts Beca off once again and how appalled she truly is-is written across her face and lectures her about how there better not be little Beca Mitchells running around except the one sitting in the room with them right now.
"But definitely the hottest out of the bunch, which is why I keep her around." Beca shoots Chloe a quick wink, assuring her that she has nothing to worry about. This was the perfect opener for the video and definitely something they could make a thing. Moving on, "Bechloe is here and better, sexier than ever, filming our very first video together and by the title, we are doing the girlfriend tag. Don't mind me sitting on my wife's lap; she's like, super clingy. "
Chloe curves up an approving smile at Beca when they lock eyes and she tears her attention away and back to the camera, giving a little wave and a chipper "hey guys," to the camera while the hands keeping up Beca by the waist tighten.
"I know what all you guys are saying, Beca and Chloe aren't technically girlfriends, they are married so this should be called the wife tag, but listen here, we don't follow the rules." Chloe shakes her head, mouthing a 'nope' and mischievous grin to add. "Plus, we aren't really newlyweds, so we couldn't name it that, so girlfriend tag was our only option that would get us views!"
"From here on out every Saturday, Becs and I will be posting new videos for all of you to watch, all of them ranging from music, challenges you guys want us to do, Q&As, and vlogs," Chloe explains, already getting a hang of this whole internet, talking to the camera thing, even though it's still very awkward.
"For sure," Beca confirms, dropping a lingering kiss to Chloe's cheek, not wanting to get to ahead of herself since Chloe and her had a conversation about exchanged kisses during the process of making videos,
but it looks like it might be harder to resist. "So don't forget to subscribe, follow us on all our social media accounts, Snapchat, Insta, Twitter, all that jazz and without further ado, let's get to the tag."
"How are we doing this?" Chloe's asks while she watches Beca pull up the questions on her phone. "Like, I answer every other and we take turns orrr?"
"Yeah let's do that. Just to make it more organized. You go first." Beca looks down to her phone, scrolling through to find the first question. "Okay, first one is when/where did we first meet?"
"Oh easy!" Chloe chirps, answer already in the bag for the first one. "We met at Barden University, as you all should know; she was a freshman and I was a senior at the time."
Beca makes a 'pfft' noise with her mouth, mumbling something under her breath along the lines of, "that was an easy one to start off with."
"She was the moody, afraid of human interaction freshman that I instantly fell in love with and could make amazing mixes" Chloe cooes sweetly, stealing the phone out of Beca's hands to read the next question.
"And she was the stalker, acapella nerd with killer pipes and a bitchy best friend."
Chloe simply shrugs; it was the truth- though she'd use a different adjective to describe Aubrey. "What was your first impression of me-and remember where and with whom you sleep with at night," she threatens as she raises up an accusing finger pointed at Beca who can't keep a straight face to save her life.
Tapping her chin while she thought about the route she could take with this question, "well," Beca drawls, purposely riling up Chloe. "My first impression of you was, 'holy fucking eyes, and holy fucking face-it should be illegal how gorgeous this girl is,'" Beca can see Chloe physically melt at the words that happened to be a hundred percent true, but she isn't exactly finished with her impression just yet. "Then, my second impression of you was that you were batshit crazy because you barged into my shower, naked, I might add, demanding for me to sing your 'lady jam' and wouldn't leave until I did."
"I heard you singing when you claimed that you didn't sing and it happened to be a song that was very personal to me," Chloe points out through a light chuckle.
"I thought I was about to be Michael Myers-ed in the dorm's bathroom!" Beca swears, voice raising in volume to prove a point. "No one, especially strangers, walk in on other, innocent, oblivious strangers just for shits and giggles. You know who does that? Serial killers!"
Chloe shrugs innocently; Beca was such a drama queen, goodness gracious. "Whatever, you liked the view, don't even try and say you didn't appreciate all the goods. I saw you lookin'." At the position she is still sitting in over Chloe's lap and given full, visible proof of how blessed Chloe's body is, she covertly glances down her wife's tank top at the cleavage and yeah, okay, maybe she didn't mind the glorious view she got with her heart attack that day in the showers.
Another quick glance at Chloe's entire body length.
Yep, definitely didn't mind one bit.
Shaking her at Beca's not so subtle way of checking her out, she continues on with her part of the question. "My first impression of you was that you were a cocky asshole." Hearing this confession, Beca's mouth drops to the floor, body language screaming offended, but Chloe carries on anyways. "Yeah pretty much-but I was like, super into it because it was a sexy type of cocky that intrigued me."
"Was that really your first impression of me?" Beca asks in all seriousness, her mouth still gaped opened and Chloe can't keep it together long enough before she is laughing out loud.
Switching directions and wanting to take the question seriously, not that what she just said wasn't true, because it was; Beca knew she was hot and Chloe didn't blame her. "No, honestly, my first impression of you was that one, you were super tiny-fun sized, my apologies," she corrects herself when Beca's mouth opens to protest, already knowing how sensitive of a topic it is for Beca to talk about her height. "Two, you were the ultimate, badass of Barden, with your permanent bitch face, piercings and tattoos. You were a total heart throb around campus," she compliments in a dreamy way, traveling herself back to that very moment she spotted Beca at the activities fair and was instantly attracted by her and could see the exact image like it was right in front of her on display. "And three, you were a secret softy who put on a front to stay guarded by sarcasm."
"Not true," Beca tells the camera, assuring them that Chloe is full of lies.
"No, Mitchell. You're a softy at heart. Remember that time-"
"Moving on," Before Chloe could go on about Beca's so-called soft moments, she changes the topic once again, taking her phone back to find the next question. "When and where was our first kiss?"
"Our first kiss was awful," Chloe admits, laughing at the memory that Beca, as well, is very fond of and truly wishes she didn't remember it at all. "It happened on our...second date?"
When Chloe's hints that's she's unsure about the exact time, Beca confirms it with a nod. Sadly, she even knew what they both were wearing and all the details about the horrid night that started amazing, but then sunk to complete shit. Perhaps that what they get for moving so quickly.
"We went to Olive Garden and both our breaths smelt like garlic and we were both awkward about who should initiate the kiss first, even though both of us wanted it more than air. Even worse, Stace and Aubrey walked in on us not even a second into the kiss, scaring you straight off the couch and hit your lip on the corner of our coffee table," Chloe frowns when telling the story.
Beca erratically nods her head, tugging down her bottom lip to reveal a hidden scar on the inside of her mouth she got from the incident. Briefly, she stands up to give the audience a better view when the camera focuses and when she thinks they've had a good look, she plops back down into Chloe's lap, making herself comfortable again and handing the phone over to Chloe.
"Worst way to end a date," Beca snickers.
"Our second kiss, however, was mind blowing," Chloe claims with extra emphasis to the description while absentmindedly taking the phone out from Beca's hands. "Since we got together the middle of Beca's sophomore year, a month into our relationship, it was Fourth of July and we were in Wyoming at Beca's Uncle's fancy farmhouse, barbecuing, drinking, playing corn hole and lighting off fireworks."
"Because the only thing Wyoming is useful for is that fireworks are legal there, obviously," Beca adds, slinging an arm up around Chloe's shoulders for support.
"Oh totes. The rest is just plain ol' dirt and dust with a few gas stations every forty miles," Chloe agrees, chuckling at the lack of scenery she was given on the road trip there. "Anyways, we were watching Beca's uncle light off fireworks with his buddies on the bed of his truck; they were already shit faced drunk, but Beca and I had a good buzz going on. I was super touchy the whole night, hoping to ease off the tension from Beca because I still really wanted to kiss her, especially in her American flag bandana tied up in your loosely curled hair, matching with the cleavage revealing tank top over the pair of snug, daisy dukes you were wearing. Who knew an outfit could be such a turn on?"
"I was feeling way too festive, okay," Beca defends into the camera, raising her hands up. "We basically had on the same outfit-though yours was way more distracting with your red and white crop top, blessing me with both views of abs and tits, both of my weaknesses other than your eyes."
Chloe shrugs again to the camera. At least she wasn't trying to argue with Beca since she knew just how much thought went into picking that outfit, half because she always goes hard for holidays (Merica'!) and half because she wanted to kiss the living daylights out of Beca until she forgot her own name and knowing it would be easier to do so if she juiced up her wardrobe.
"Back to the story," Chloe continues on, keeping her eyes glued to Beca's stormy blues and crooked smile. "While we were watching the fireworks, enjoy all the colorful lights up in the sky, Beca was all fidgety but super touchy at the same time- and you know when you can sense that someone wants to kiss you, but is too nervous to actually do it? That's what I felt with Beca, but she was too much of a puss to sack up and kiss her girlfriend-"
"You. Are. Intimidating!" Beca defends, slapping a hand to her thigh to keep her ground. "And you could've kissed me too, Ms. I Never Make The First Move!"
Chloe rolls her eyes with a shake to her head, ignoring Beca's cover up. "Before I could even ask her if she was okay, she mumbled a 'fuck it, I'm doing it," and I swear she grabbed my face so hard and I was so unprepared for it that she almost yanked my head off. It was aggressive and sweet all at the same time and you tasted like blue moon beer, so the kiss was delicious. Then we started getting more bold with our movements, not having enough just yet, and I swear, again, that the fireworks were little pop rocks compared to the explosions happening inside my stomach."
"It was something else," Beca chuckles, staring deeply into Chloe's eyes and combing through the red hair with her fingernails and pushing some of it behind Chloe's ear. Even though they were suppose to be telling the story to the viewers, both of them couldn't help but to look at each other. "Just like all of our other kisses." Beca sees Chloe inwardly swoon at the words, and she curves up a smug grin that only lasts about a second before they're being covered by Chloe's lips.
They break apart; Chloe is the first to pull away after a couple of seconds and unable to take the kiss as a one and done type thing, with her left hand, Beca hooks it around Chloe's neck, pulling her back in for another bruising kiss that she is destined to participate in until she has had enough.
Which, of course, might take longer than expected.
Good thing she can edit all of this out of the video.
The second time the kiss is broken apart, winded and with swollen lips, neither of them initiate the split. Instead, a fussy cry to be let out of her bouncy car before she starts screaming caused both mothers to look over behind the camera at the culprit herself, bottom lip trembling, eyes watering and hands squeezing repeatedly at one of them to come pick her up. Chloe and Beca share a laugh; Cameron's puppy dog pout was already Beca's ultimate kryptonite, much like how Chloe's was, hence why saying no to her wife is a foreign term for her.
Beca starts her journey to get up and hope to please her daughter of her commands. As she stands, Chloe slaps a full palm to her jean cover butt, giving her cheek a little squeeze for her personal entertainment. If you guys haven't already figured this out, Chloe has a high fascination with Beca's butt. Always had and probably always will. Just, something about it made it impossible for Chloe to keep her hands to herself.
"Guess we have a surprise guest on the video today," After shaking away Chloe's hand from her butt, Beca says this to the camera, walking out of frame to pick Cameron up by the armpits. "Actually, two guests, my apologies Bear," she adds in when Bear, who is laying next to the toy whines, like he was offended his presence wasn't acknowledged.
With Cameron now on her hip and as happy as ever to be cradled by her mother, face absent of the sad crumpling, the threatening tears and free of the trembling bottom lip, Beca walks back into frame, showing the audience the special guest she was talking about. "Say 'hi,' Missy," Beca tells Cameron, urging up her tiny little hand to give a hand wave to the camera. Cameron gets the hint and crunches her hand, squeezing air while her cloned Chloe smile beams at the technology and two, bright blue eyes squint shut from her smiling so hard.
She emits with a bunch of babbled words, going off on a tangent about something to the camera, proving that she isn't camera shy whatsoever.
"Oh really?" Fully interested, Beca responds to the babbles and sees Chloe cheeking hard from where she's still sitting on the bean bag, enjoying the mother daughter interaction.
More babbles that heighten in volume come out of Cameron and Beca's eyes stretch wide, like she was just told the craziest news in the books.
"Oh my goodness, no way!"
"You two are such dorks," Chloe says all of a sudden, a mixture of amusement and swooning laces in her tone. "Bring her over here." She holds up her hands and grabs under Cameron's arms to sit her down in her lap when Beca is standing at her knees. Fixing the fly away hairs and customized, 'Aca-scuse me?' Bella t-shirt Aubrey got for Cameron at her baby shower, Chloe drops a few kisses to her daughter's head before returning her back over to Beca, missing the adoring look Beca had while soaking in the two.
That was so going to stay in the video. She could already see the never ending comments of fans gushing about how adorable Cameron is and how great of a mom Chloe is, which is nothing but the truth, Beca can admit that one hundred percent. Being a mom to a crazy cute, well behaved kid and married to a treasure of an amazing woman is something she still hasn't gotten over, and she's positive that her life can't get anymore perfect than it already is.
Placing Cameron on her bottom next to Bear and scattering a few of her toys around her on the ground from the play bin for her to play with for the time being, she heads back over to Chloe to continue the video that happens to keep getting interrupted in the best ways possible.
"Baba!" Cameron enthusiastically cheers when she is seated next to the pup and ruffles his fur; a nickname she came up with for Bear because she was still having a hard time saying the full name. Of course, she got 'mama, nana and papa down in the books, but sounding out the letter 'r' is still a difficult challenge for her.
"Can you believe you made that?" Beca asks as her eyes are fixated on her daughter crawling around, finding any toy that catches her eye for a split second before her ADD kicks in and is bored of it, tossing it away and finding something else to slobber and chew on, teething been shown at its finest. "That came out of you."
"Trust me, I don't need a reminder and neither does my bladder," Chloe laughs softly, attention pointed over at the same spot as Beca's.
They were very lucky once the both of them mutually decided that they wanted to have a baby and were successful their first intrauterine insemination procedure. Overall, the pregnancy was for the most part a breeze; Chloe had extreme morning sickness and could hardly keep anything down except pancakes, grape soda and vanilla ice-cream. Her cravings were crazy bizarre and at some points nauseating to even watch her eat it (pickles and Nutella was by far the worst).
Chloe was on a new level of hormonal; one minute she's balling her eyes out, next second she's wanting to rip Beca's head off for no apparent reason, next she's hysterically laughing and moments after, she is ripping off Beca's clothes left and right-not that she had an issue with horny Chloe. That alter ego, hands down, had to be her favorite of Chloe's mood swings and she doesn't need to go into detail for all of you to understand why she enjoyed it so much.
That and her increased boob size were tied for first place, for sure.
When it came to the actual pregnancy that happened at eight forty two on July 4th at Stacie and Aubrey's house where they had a bunch of people over for a barbeque, it went as smoothly as a pregnancy could go. Contractions were brutal; Beca remembers vividly because she swore her hand was broken from Chloe squeezing it so hard. In the room while the delivery was happening, she ended up passing out when she saw what was happening instead of being there for moral support while Chloe screamed bloody murder and had a face full of sweat and her veins popping out from a watermelon squeezing out of her lady bits.
Then when she woke up, found Chloe holding their new born baby girl with puffy red eyes and her hair tousled all over the place but nonetheless look perfect, she cried.
Jesus fuck she cried a lot.
"I love you and all but if we ever want another kid, you're carrying it."
Beca lols her head back with a laugh, mixed with Chloe's laugh that seems to be more serious than her's, basically meaning that she isn't joking, and Beca is well aware of that. "Noted," she says this through a chuckle, the possibility of it happening was there, but at the moment it wasn't so high. Still, she was bracing and mentally preparing herself for the nine month show she is destined to take part in.
"When did you meet my parents?" Chloe reads off while Beca is busy watching Cameron play with some toys, setting the phone down in Beca's lap and getting on with the video.
It takes a while for Beca to think back to that long ago, but eventually it comes to her and the memory rings a bell. "It was Christmas and you took me home to Tampa the middle of my sophomore year, your second year of being a senior."
Chloe gasps at the information and sneaks another smack to Beca's gut, identical to the same place where she hit before. "Can we not announce that to the internet, please?!"
"Everyone knows you were a super, super, super senior, babe."
"Yeah, well they don't need a reminder, jerk," Chloe chastises, her pout at an all time high. "You were also terrified to meet my parents. Like guys, she was so nervous that she threw up in my neighbors bushes before we made it inside." Beca grimaces at the image, mostly because it was true and also how she really wished it wasn't.
"I told you it was the being stuck in the car for hours that made me sick," Beca reminds with a scowl, now the one doing the berating. Chloe only hums to the excuse after hearing it so many times when she brought up the story, not being budged by it one bit. Badass, not scared of anything, Beca Mitchell, was so totally nervous to meet her parents and it was the cutest freaking thing in the world.
"You were nervous for no reason because everyone loved you right off the bat, just like how I told you it was going to be."
"Can we talk about you meeting my parents for the first time?" Beca purposely changes the subject, flipping the switch and desperately trying to tear herself away from the spotlight. "Or should I say mom since you already knew my dad from school."
"And they both loved me equally as much," Chloe boasts proudly, smirking at Beca who rolls her eyes. Well that was an anti climatic blast from the past and vomit free. But it's not a shock. Anyone who meets Chloe instantly falls in love with her. She's just so goddamn loveable. "Long story short, Beca flew us out for the summer to go to Maine and visit her mom's side of the family for a wedding your cousin was having. Super small town, by the way."
Small is an understatement for any town in Portland Maine, especially compared to Tampa Bay over here.
"Wedding sucked; Cameron was a diva the whole time and drink boys kept flirting with you, " Beca grumbles with annoyance about her cousin and a shit show if a weekend they experienced. Can you guess they don't really get along? "But overall it was nice spending time with you. We got drunk and made out in the bathroom," she admits without batting a lash at the confession. Picking up the phone from her lap with the hand not slung around Chloe's shoulders, she reads off another question. "Who said I love you first?" Beca reads out loud slowly. "Apparently you did without me actually hearing it the first time and I'm pretty sure you had a stroke while doing it." She goes ahead and answers the question herself and Chloe already doubles over with laughter, not even denying the fact because it was true.
"I was so nervous!" Chloe defends as she pauses her laughs, slapping Beca in the arm to get her attention even though she already had it. "You were driving and I was just so wrapped up in a hurricane of emotions I had towards you that before I even tried to say 'I love you' I was staring at you for at least the entire duration of the drive."
"I know, I felt your eyes burning holes into the side of my head," Beca snorts. "It was extremely creepy, by the way." Prepared this time for the hit, Beca guards her stomach when Chloe launches a swat to her stomach.
"Whatever, jerk. When I tried to tell you, my mouth was opened, but literally nothing but strangled noises came out, like, I lost the ability to communicate properly."
"But then a day later, you told me in the cutest fucking way possible," Beca smiles warmly and it's instantly returned by Chloe as her hand finds the closest one of Beca's, intertwining their fingers together and rested them above Beca's lap. "We took a walk and sat down at one of those benches at Barden, soaking in the sunset and view. You told me to close my eyes because you had to give me something, so I did, sticking out my hand for you to put it in. At first, I thought my girlfriend was delusional because I felt nothing in my hand as you closed it shut, but when you told me to open my eyes and fist, simultaneously saying 'I love you' when I opened my hand, everything in my body melted like a roasted marshmallow."
"You closed your fist with a kiss and placed it over your heart before doing the exact same thing to me," Chloe voice shakes with emotion and Beca almost thinks she's about to start crying, which shouldn't be a shock. Regardless if it's sad or happy, Chloe cries; it's inevitable. "It was our third month of dating."
Beca nods her head, cautiously watching Cameron out of the corner of her eye now that she isn't contained anymore and is crawling around freely in the room. Luckily, Bear gains most of her interest and gives her face a full on tongue bath, which earns a fit of high pitched squeals to punch her in the gut with an overload of cuteness.
"Which brings us to the next question that is asking where was our first date?" Chloe reads off, amusement tinted in her voice. She leans the side of her head on Beca's collar bone peeking out through the white, v-neck cut t-shirt she's wearing and Beca wastes no time before resting her cheek closest on top of Chloe's head, getting a good whiff of strawberry shampoo and coconut oil, both a delicious scent that suited Chloe.
"This is a long winded question, so I'm going to shorten it up a little bit," Beca warns and gets the green light from Chloe, who is anxiously waiting for the story. "That music festival I took you to in Atlanta where we watched a bunch of new rock bands and drank a bunch of beer. You car almost got towed and a guy puked on my shoes," Beca answers, the day being placed high on her list of the most memorable moments of her life even though it sounded rough. Besides those last two examples, everything about the date went great; the music, the company, the weather. She'd give her right arm just to live that moment again. It was special, for both of them, even to this day.
"Yep!" Chloe agrees with a chirp, handing over the phone. "We danced like crazy until the sun went down and finished the night with some activities we will not talk about on camera," she baits evilly with a wink, feeding the viewers like she's a pro youtuber already. "Couple more of these?" She refers to the amount of questions left for them to answer.
Beca nods her head, scrolling through the forty questions that happen to catch her eye and seem to be the most interesting. Having an hour long video wasn't in the agenda for this afternoon since Cameron still needed to go down for her nap and Chloe wanted to start dinner a little earlier than normal, so plucking out the right ones instead of answering all forty would for sure give them a better time zone and less reason to push them over that time.
Maybe they could do a fire round of just blurting them out.
After a while of reading through the questions, skipping the lame ones and putting the somewhat interesting ones off to the side, one in particular catches her attention. "Oh, I like this one. What is the first thing you wish I didn't do?"
"Everything," Chloe says deadpanned, answer given almost immediately after Beca dropped the question. Beca stares blankly at Chloe, unamused while her eyes continuously blink. She sees Chloes face light up like she is going to say something more, already knowing it's going to be ridiculous. "Especially when you choose the worse possible times to be sarcastic and witty and it makes me want to slap the sarcasm right out of you!" Chloe heats up and Beca raises a hand to her chest, feigning innocence.
"I do not!" Beca declares, both of them now exchanging in battling smiles. "Plus, you love my wit. Cameron tells me all the time."
"Do not bring our child into this conversation, Mitchell," Chloe counters, clearly feisty but nonetheless attractive, which makes it hard for Beca to ease up and drop the conversation when she has her wife under her, looking fierce and ultra spicy.
"For me, I dislike how you always, always take all the covers at night when we sleep."
"I'm sorry my five foot wife doesn't provide enough body heat to keep me warm when you blast the air conditioning in the summer!"
Beca scoffs a laugh, looking straight into the camera. "Okay, wow, hi guys this is officially the ex-girlfriend tag."
Chloe howls a laugh and tightly wraps her arms around Beca's waist. "I'm kidding, baby! You give me enough warmth," she assures sincerely and Beca can't help but to fall for those puckered lips and steals a defeated kiss, ignoring Chloe's winning smirk when she pulls away by searching for a new question.
"What's my favorite restaurant? I swear to God if you don't get this, I want a divorce."
"Your favorite restaurant is that Italian place we always go to," Chloe's answer is positive, but her positivity doesn't stay for long when Beca crinkles up her nose. "It's not?!" she asks, surprised that she got it wrong.
"We've talked about this before! Come on, you know it."
Chloe has only one other option in mind and when she says it, "Taco Bell?" and Beca nods her head with a smile, informing her that she got it right, she's scoffs out loud by the answer. "That is not a restaurant!"
"Says who? A restaurant is a place where people pay to sit and eat meals that are cooked and served on the premises. As I remember correctly, Taco Bell gives us that option."
"You're ridiculous," Chloe says deadpanned; Beca and her logic is infuriating. "Let me read the next question, dork." She steals the phone. "What am I usually watching on T.V?"
"Porn." Beca doesn't hesitate with her answer and keeps a pretty damn good straight face when Chloe's jaw drops to her chest. "Filthy, hardstyle porn."
"You're not suppose to tell everyone my secrets, Beca Mitchell!" Chloe whispers sharply in a hissed tone, loud enough for the watchers to hear and going along perfectly with the joke.
"Shit, my bad," Beca apologizes with a kiss to Chloe's cheek, unable to keep her smile contained at the humor. "We can edit that out. No worries."
But she definitely won't edit this out; it was too good not to. Plus, they at least know it's a joke. Sarcasm and heavy eye rolls run high in the Mitchell family that even Cameron is starting to develop a nasty, Beca scowl and lifts her eyes up to the ceiling, as if she's about to roll them when she is told something she doesn't particularly like.
And luckily all her fans understand her humor and would take this joke about Chloe watching porn as hilarious-hopefully, or else there would be a lot of explaining to do next video.
Chloe scoffs, "you better take it out."
"I will." She definitely won't. "Do I have any weird habits?" Beca reads the next question.
"Um," Chloe thinks to herself, looking up to the ceiling as if that will help her think of something . "Not really-"
"Because I'm perfect," Is what Beca cuts Chloe off and she flips her hair over her shoulder, her lack of modesty out in the open for the world to see.
"No you're just not really original," Chloe battles back with, shooting Beca down faster than she can get up and they share a laugh, because, yeah, that was a pretty good one.
Kudos for Chloe.
Beca is in between scrolling for more questions, but Chloe, as impatient as ever, steals the phone out from her grasp and finds one rather quickly. "Who is your best friend?"
Beca stretches a wide smile when she sees that Chloe already thinks she knows the answer. "Stacie," is who she responds with, but when she it hit with that pout again, she changes her answer. "Of course my best friend is you, baby."
They both lean their faces in close. "That's more like it," Chloe says before she plants a chaste kiss over Beca's smirking lips.
"Do I often make you angry?" Beca is smiling once the question is out, knowing exactly what Chloe is going to say.
"About as often as you roll your eyes," Chloe deadpans again and by this point Beca has taken major offense to the response. Admittedly, however, she couldn't really say or do anything about it because she had to confess that she was rather infuriating at times, to say the least. "I'm making my own question. What's the one thing we argue most about?"
"Music, for sure."
"Yeah, because someone doesn't appreciate the raw, beautiful voice Justin Bieber has."
"He's a jack ass, Chloe and I can say that because I've met him in person." Which is true. "Plus, you could be his mother!"
"I didn't say I want to bang him, Beca!"
"Okay, pump the breaks Speedy Gonzales, don't make it weird."
"You just made it weird, Beca!"
Beca turns her attention back to the camera, face pretty much neutral. "See guys? Proof that this is what we mostly argue over." Looking down at her phone while Chloe munches on her cheek, forgetting all about their minor argument, "how long have we been dating?"
"Eight years," Chloe and Beca both say in unison and then give each other a high five for being so in sync with the answer.
"Who wears the pants in the relationship? Definitely you," Beca answers right off the back, not even trying to say it was her because she knew how fast Chloe would flip the switch and she'd end up agreeing because, come on, she is the prime definition of whipped. Chloe raises her chin up with pride oozing from her grin, shaking her head a little like she knows she's the boss around the house. "But we are civil when it comes to decision making."
"Oh for sure. Beca is usually-and I know it may come off as a shock- more flexible with what we do and not do, but that's okay cause I hate yoga, " Chloe agrees, kissing Beca's cheek for the hundredth time throughout the video while also reaching for the phone, and Beca rolls her eyes, not believing that this was Chloe's excuse she came up with. It was true, however, but Chloe was more flexible in other aspects that are way more important.
If you know what she means.
"What is one food that I absolutely hate?" Chloe asks.
"Psh, easy. You hate onions."
Chloe nods her head at Beca's correct answer, fake gagging at the mention of the food. "First of all, they're super strong and they suck to cut because they burn your eyes. Second, let's talk about the thick layer of stench it leaves in your mouth after you're done eating them," Chloe directs this to Beca because unlike herself, Beca loves onions. On her burgers, on her Mexican dishes, and she use to love them in her guacamole until Chloe threatened to poison her if she put onions in Chloe's favorite Super Bowl side dish.
And usually when she eats them, Chloe withdrawals any form of kissing, or even sitting next to each other until Beca mouthwashes and brushes her teeth several times.
"As far as what you don't like…"
"I have two things I cannot stand, even to smell," Beca helps out Chloe with a hint when she's caught thinking about it.
Silence surrounds them while Chloe thinks long and hard about her options, drumming her fingers above Beca's thigh and humming out loud to herself while she bounces her head side to side. One condiment comes to mind like a spark. "Mayo!" Beca chuckles at Chloe's enthusiasm and nods her head; she fucking hated everything to do with mayo; the texture, the smell, everything. Thinking again about the last one Beca hated, it comes to her all of a sudden after a moment of drawing blanks because she still couldn't believe Beca actually hated this food. "Peanut butter!"
Beca pulls a Chloe and fake gags with an unpleasant noise. "Hate it," she declares; Chloe still till this day thinks her wife is insane for hating God's gift to the world
"You're so weird."
"You love me." Beca puckers her lips without moving, making Chloe do all the work as she leans in, lingering a kiss over the brunette's lips. "You..love me..so much," she mumbles this across Chloe's lips, majority of it sounding muffled and smushed together, but it emits a giggle out of Chloe who covers their lips from the camera and thoroughly kisses Beca now that their lips are hidden, proving by actions just how much she really loves her wife.
Deciding that the video should end soon by the way Chloe's tongue is retracing itself through the well known territory inside Beca's mouth, they break apart settling on the question, "What am I good at?"
"Oh goodness...where do I even start?" Chloe chuckles, weighing down her options. "You're good at being a mom-correction, wonderful at being a mom, a wife and a music producer. You're so good at making music that it doesn't even seem real and you're really good at making me feel happy and loved."
Beca's heart triples in size from all the swelling; she wasn't nearly prepared enough for this response and it's definitely shown in her face since she knows she might be seconds away from tearing up. Goddammit, Chloe! "I love you."
"And I love you too," Chloe responds back as they stare into each other's eyes that are pouring out love.
A high pitched screech steals the show and both Beca's and Chloe's attention when they see Cameron frantically waving her hands up and down, kicking her feet dramatically, alarming them by all the fussiness that it's certainly passed someone's nap time.
"Well guys, as you can hear, someone is grumpy and is in dire need of her afternoon nap."
"Just like her mamma," Chloe teases in her baby voice, pinching Beca's cheek.
"Anyways," Beca mutters with her signature eye roll, shaking away Chloe's hand from her face. "I hope you learned a lot about us in our very first video together and hopefully choose to stick around. Don't forget to subscribe for new videos every week from us and tell us some things you'd like to see us do. Also, as far as music, new stuff will be coming out Friday on Spotify and Apple Music, so be heads up." Beca is about finished when and thought comes to mind. "We need a cool thumbnail for the viewers to see."
"You know I don't know what that means," Chloe chuckles, all this youtuber terminology flying way over her head. Before she can even ask what a thumbnail was, Beca grabs the back of her neck and chin and without any warning whatsoever, Beca licks the side of her face, leaving a trail of wetness behind when she retracts her tongue back into her mouth.
Chloe screeches at the sensation, not fully believing what Beca just did and what even urged Beca to get a taste sample of her face without permission. "Gross, Rebeca!" she scolds in her stern mom voice, using Beca's full name and wiping the back of her hand against her cheek to get rid of the newly added coat of saliva on her face.
Either ignoring Chloe or...ignoring Chloe, Beca sits up from her position on Chloe's lap and heads in front of the camera before saying, "thanks for watching, nerds. Beca out," in her wanna be hip tone, covering the camera lens with her palm and ending the video by pressing something on the camera.
"We did it," Beca releases a exasperated sigh, as if she just ran a marathon or completed the hardest task in the books. "It's going to need a lot of editing and maybe some background music, but it's great, babe."
"I'm glad my face could be used as your own personal lollipop," Chloe smirks at Beca who is busy lifting the camera from the stand, slowly getting over what just happened, because let's face it, they were married and stuff like this is normal around their household.
Beca switches the camera with Cameron, picking her up from the ground. "Baby, your face isn't the only thing I want to get a taste of." Unprepared for the innuendo Beca is implying under her wolfish smirk and the wave of throbbing heat shooting down her legs and hitting her directly at her core, Chloe teleports over to Beca, overwhelmed by desire, no thanks to the building tension and occasional, heated make out sessions they had during filming.
"Put her to sleep," she orders strictly and her hand wastes no time to descend down Beca's back and gropes at her backside with demanding intention. "Now." Beca visibly gulps at the tone, equally terrified as she is aroused. "And meet me up in the room."
Chloe's gone before Beca can fully process what just happened, but soon her brain catches up with everything and she darts out of the study with a new level of urgency and into Cameron's room to put her down for her nap, her sanity having a hard time keeping up with all the hormones buzzing through her body, no thanks to being sexually frustrated for so long; it's like she forgot how being horny works.
She discards the camera on the kitchen table after singing Cameron to sleep with her favorite lullaby and kissing the top of her forehead before sneaking out of the room undetected. As quickly as possible, she jogs over to her shared room she has with Chloe, finds her half naked wife laying patiently over the sheets, beckoning her with a single, curling finger and then closes the door.
Editing is going to have to wait; she has more important things to take care of first.
I have a few onshot ideas in mind, but if you enjoyed this and want to read Beca and Chloe doing something else, let me know and drop a review!