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Title:routines

Author: charmills (astraeus)

Rating:Mature

Pairing:Beca/Chloe 

Word Count: 1,676

Summary:

beca loves their morning routine, especially chloe’s daily moodboard stickers.

LINK ON AO3

Grieveous Injury

In the final days of her captivity, her captors decide to ramp up the beatings. Yet, Beca is rescued and transported to Turkey for stabilization and then to Germany for treatment.

ReadChapter 5: Grievous Injury of Casualties of Battle on AO3.

ridiculously-over-obsessed: We went to a Swiftogeddon club night on Friday and honestly I have so ma

ridiculously-over-obsessed:

We went to a Swiftogeddon club night on Friday and honestly I have so many angst fic ideas since, writing has really ruined my ability to listen to music kfjgldkfjg anyway there will be a lot of emotional damage with this one kljgdflkgjf sorry about that 

DAY EIGHT: TERMINAL DISEASE  

Beca clenched and unclenched her hands as she sat in the waiting room. She hated this, hated the uncertainty and the sitting around and the lack of control , hated the lights and the smell of the doctors office, hated all of it. Fingers gently threaded with hers, Beca’s head turning from the floor to the woman smiling softly at her, her other hand brushing the brunette hair from her eyes as she kissed her forehead along the worry lines forming there.

“I love you.” Chloe whispered against her skin, “No matter what, I love you okay?”

“Okay.” Beca mumbled, her hand squeezing Chloe’s tightly, “I love you too. You know that right?”

“Yeah.” Chloe nodded, caressing Beca’s cheek with her thumb, still smiling warmly at her, “Of course I do.”

“Rebecca Mitchell?”

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