"well, holy moly me oh my / you're the apple of my eye / girl, I've never loved one like you / man, oh, man, you're my best friend / I scream it to the nothingness / there ain't nothing that I need / well, hot and heavy pumpkin pie / chocolate candy, Jesus Christ / ain't nothing please me more than you / home, let me come home / home is wherever I'm with you."
– home, edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros
Beca's not entirely sure what she expected when Chloe asked her to go on a road trip with her after graduation.
The first thought that came into her head was how. Neither of them had a car – not that Beca knew of, anyway – and she's not exactly sure where, or who, to borrow one from.
The second thought that came into her head was why. Sure, they've both just graduated, and they kind of both deserve a break before they start their jobs at the end of August. But they're both living together and, shouldn't that be enough? She can guarantee, Chloe will end up getting sick of her, and they'll probably fight – they'll definitely fight – and yeah, maybe a road trip together is destined to be doomed.
/
"Hey Becs, remember when you told me that this road trip was a bad idea?"
"Yeah."
"Destined to be doomed, I think you said."
"Yeah, I remember."
"Do you still think that?"
Beca laughs. "No way. C'mere."
/
They're walking up Sixth Avenue when it starts to rain.
Beca is ready to sprint into the nearest building – a bank, she thinks – when she feels Chloe grab her arm and spin her around.
"What are you doing?" Beca asks her, holding her hand above her head as if it will stop the rain from soaking her hair, but it's no use, really. Chloe is looking at Beca with that smile that makes her legs weak, and she knows that whatever Chloe wants, she'll give it to her.
She lowers her arm down to her side, and Chloe takes it in hers, threading their fingers together.
"Last time we were here was with all the Bellas," Chloe says as she carries on walking, not bothered by the rain. Beca follows, squeezing her hand for her to continue. "I'm gonna miss it. It's weird not having them here."
"Do you remember what you told me last time we were here?"
"You were worried about whether you're going to make it as a music producer and," Chloe looks at her. "I told you that I think you can do anything."
"You still believe that?"
"I know you can do anything, Becs."
The truth is, Beca knows this. She knows that Chloe wouldn't tell her this if she didn't mean it. She knows that Chloe is her biggest fan; the one person that Beca isn't afraid of showing her work to when it's still in progress. Beca will experiment with new sounds and different genres, and Chloe will listen intently to every second until the very end. She'll hand Beca her headphones back and she'll tell her that it sounds incredible, and that she can't wait for the world to hear Beca Mitchell's music.
She knows Chloe is telling the truth, but that doesn't make the whole thing any less scary.
"I'm scared."
That's another thing about Chloe Beale; she unintentionally makes admit things that she wouldn't to anybody else.
"Why?"
"I just… I'm worried, ya know. That I won't be able to make it. At least, not without you, anyway. You've kind of been my rock these past four years. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you."
"You would. You would've just got here a little slower, is all." Chloe squeezes her hand, and Beca laughs distractedly. It's not until Chloe stops them in their tracks, pulling them out of the way of the pedestrians around them, that Beca notices she hasn't said anything else. "What's wrong, Bec?"
"I don't think I can do this without you."
"Hey. I'm not going anywhere."
She sighs, but she lets Chloe pull her closer, and she welcomes the hand that Chloe brings up to comfortably rest on her shoulder.
"You're gonna be the best music producer out there. Everyone will want to work with you. Sammy will regret never listening to your work sooner. He'll kick himself for ever doubting you." Beca laughs at that, looking away. "And Becs, I'll be by your side the entire time."
"Promise?"
Chloe grins, sliding her hand up Beca's shoulder, across her neck, and up to her cheek, where her other hand joins it. Beca looks at her, blinking.
"I promise."
Standing there in the middle of New York in the pouring down rain, with Chloe cupping her face and looking at her in a way that sets off a fire inside of her, Beca falls in love again.
Chloe's lips capture hers and she melts, her hands coming up to rest on Chloe's waist to stop her legs from giving out underneath her. The rain is soaking their hair and clothes, but Beca doesn't find that she minds it anymore. She gives in to Chloe – into the kiss – and she falls in love.
Chloe pulls back, eyes twinkling with love, her hair stuck to her face and rain drops dripping off the end of her nose.
"I've always wanted to kiss someone in the rain like that."
Beca smiles, leaning up to kiss her again.
/
They go to Coney Island, a place that Chloe says she has always wanted to visit. They only have a day left in New York before heading to Baltimore tomorrow, and then down to North Carolina before they finally make it home in a couple of days.
Home, Beca thinks.
As much as she's loved this road trip, she can't wait to get home.
With Chloe.
"What are you thinking about?" Chloe asks her. "You look like you're somewhere else."
All Beca can do is smile, pulling Chloe over to the Candy store ahead of them.
She buys Chloe a candy apple and some popcorn for herself, and they eat them together as they walk along the boardwalk. It smells like sugar and hot dogs and pizza, and Beca laughs when Chloe notices a little store where she can buy another fridge magnet.
Chloe drags her onto the beach and they take their shoes off to feel the sand on their feet. She holds Chloe's hand the whole time, realizing that the warmth she feels when her feet touch the sand is nothing compared to the burning in her chest when she looks at Chloe.
"Look!" Chloe says, pointing ahead of her. Beca follows her finger to see that she's pointing at a dog, and she grins, tugging Chloe along.
"Hi, uh, can my girlfriend pet your dog?"
He looks up at them and she thinks, for a second, that maybe saying that wasn't a good idea. Maybe this guy is a dick. Maybe Beca got lost in her own happiness and thought that outing them both would be a good idea. The panic rises quickly, and she squeezes Chloe's hand.
He smiles at them though, and tells them of course, and then Chloe is letting go of Beca's hand to kneel down and pet the dog. It's a brown-haired spaniel, Beca thinks, and he licks Chloe's hand as she coos over him.
"You're a beautiful little guy, aren't ya? What's his name?"
"Dolly," the man says, and Beca barks out a laugh.
"Oh," Chloe laughs as well. "Sorry, dolly."
Beca watches, heart hammering in her chest at the sight of her girlfriend petting the dog.
Eventually Chloe stands up, thanking the man. They make small talk; he asks them how long they've been together, where they're from, what brought them to New York. Beca zones out as she watches Chloe talk. She watches her eyes crinkle as she smiles, and her tongue poke out to lick her lips. She watches her bring a hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear, and she feels everything all at once.
"Let's get a dog." She blurts out.
Chloe turns to look at her. She's already smiling but she smiles even bigger when their eyes meet.
"Really?"
"I… yeah."
The man tells them that's a great idea, he loves dogs, and then they're parting ways. Chloe links their hands together again, pulling Beca closer to her when they reach the boardwalk again.
"What kind of dog do you want to get?"
"I don't know. Anything you want."
"I've always wanted a Labrador!"
Like Beca could ever say no to that.
"We'll get a Labrador, then."
/
"No."
"C'mon, Becs!"
"I'm not going on that thing! It's a deathtrap!"
"It's a rollercoaster babe, and it's safe!"
"It looks as old as my grandma."
"It probably is."
"You're not making a strong argument here, Chlo."
"Please. For me."
"Fine."
/
"Oh. You have to be 60 inches tall to ride it, sorry Becs."
"Fuck you."
Chloe giggles, pulling Beca towards the small line of people waiting to get on the ride.
"Are you excited?"
"Terrified would be the right word, I think."
"Aww," Chloe pulls Beca into a side-hug, wrapping her arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry babe, I'll keep you safe."
"Yeah, yeah."
The ride is rickety and old and Beca's like, 100% sure that this is where she dies. Which sucks because she was really looking forward to getting that dog with Chloe. Becoming a real family.
She feels Chloe's hand rest on her knee, bringing her back to the present, and she turns to look at her. She knows how terrified she looks – this is a God damn death wish – but Chloe just leans in and presses a kiss to her cheek as they make it to the top of the ride.
The butterflies she feels in her stomach are definitely from the ride, she thinks. Not the fact that Chloe – looking way too beautiful for a casual day out to a theme park – is looking at her like she put the stars in the sky. The ride tips over the edge, and her stomach twists with every drop and turn. It reminds her of how she feels when Chloe kisses her.
She's pretty sure she gets whiplash from the ride, but it's worth it to see Chloe having fun.
/
They go on the Wonder Wheel and although Chloe has just made her go on a rollercoaster, they ask for one of the white carts – the ones that don't swing – and it makes Beca feel warm inside, knowing that Chloe does that for her.
"We could've gone on a swingy one," Beca says as she steps into the cart to sit beside Chloe.
"I know but you went on the rollercoaster for me, so I didn't want to make you feel sicker than you already look."
Beca's eyes widen, but Chloe quickly laughs and nudges her, telling her "I'm kidding, you look beautiful."
Beca just smiles as the wheel sets off.
Five minutes into the ride, Chloe's hand finds itself on Beca's thigh. Beca knows it's because she's internally freaking out about how high the wheel is, and part of her wonders how the hell Chloe does that; it's almost as if she can read Beca's mind.
"Hey." Chloe says. Beca's got a death grip on the rail, and she only notices how tightly she's holding it when she feels Chloe reach out and take her hand in hers. She lifts their hands, placing a soft kiss against Beca's knuckles. "Relax, babe."
"Sorry."
"It's okay. Look, we're almost at the top."
Beca scoots closer, leaning over Chloe to look out of the other side of the cart. They're high up, but not high enough for Beca to start freaking out. She's not really afraid of heights; it's the falling part that terrifies her.
"Everyone looks so small, don't they?" Chloe asks her. She nods, smiling as she turns to look at Chloe. There's wonder in her eyes; a type of amazement that Beca should be used to by now, but it still takes her breath away.
Every time she looks at Chloe, it takes her breath away.
"Yeah." She rasps.
Chloe looks at her, blinking.
"Bec–"
Their lips meet softly, and this time Beca knows that the butterflies in her stomach have nothing to do with the ride, or how high up their cart is.
Only Chloe Beale can make her feel the way she feels right now.
Her hand comes up to cup Chloe's face, thumb brushing over cheek softly and surely. There's a hitch in Chloe's breath as Beca pushes closer, parting her lips slightly and stroking her tongue over Chloe's. If it was anybody else, Beca would hate it. She'd think this is the most cliché thing they could do; kissing on the top of a Ferris Wheel, but this is Chloe. Chloe, who looks breathtaking, and who kisses her back with as much love as Beca gives. Chloe who, Beca is sure, is the love of her life.
/
"One thing you don't know about me, is that I," Beca puts the credits down and accepts the bucket of twenty rings that the employee gives her, "am a boss… at the ring toss."
"Oh my God."
Beca smiles at Chloe, accepting the kiss Chloe places on her cheek before she picks up the bucket of rings. She squints, breathes in, breathes out; counting to three in her head, before tossing the ring.
She misses.
Fine. Okay. She has nineteen more rings.
She tosses another.
"A boss, yeah?"
"Shut up."
She hears the person manning the stall – Mark, it says on his name tag – laugh, and she changes her tactic, throwing overarm instead of under. She throws with too much power though, and the ring just bounces off one of the clear bottles.
Okay, so the overarm tactic isn't working. She tries to throw it like a frisbee.
She misses again.
"Fuck, damn it."
Chloe puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing slightly. "Relax, babe, you got this."
She picks up five rings, throwing them all one after another. They all miss, and she sighs.
She picks up another five, throwing them a different way. One of them bounces off the top of a golden bottle and she stamps her foot, groaning.
"This game is rigged."
"Hey, don't blame the game," Mark says.
She counts how many rings are left. Six.
"You want a turn?" She asks Chloe, holding a ring out. Chloe takes it with a smile, taking a step back and positioning herself adjacent to the bottles.
Beca counts for Chloe, watching as she flings it on the count of three. It collides with one of the clear bottles, but then bounces to the floor.
"Give me another."
With four rings left, Chloe tosses one of them and it lands on the neck of one of the clear bottles. Beca's eyes widen as Chloe starts to cheer. Mark laughs and tells Chloe "hell yeah!" and then Chloe is pushing Beca's arm playfully.
"Who's the boss now?!"
Beca shakes her head, laughing.
"What the fuck? That was a lucky shot!"
"No way, it was pure skill!"
"Asshole."
Chloe is grinning as she leans over the counter to get a closer look at the prizes. Mark tells her she can pick any of the big ones, and Beca watches as she genuinely thinks about which stuffed animal to take home.
"Today, babe," she says after Chloe spends another minute deciding, and Chloe laughs as she tells her that there's too many to choose from.
"You pick for me."
"The dolphin," Beca says, and Mark asks her if she's sure before he hands it to her.
Beca looks at Chloe.
"Chlo?"
"Yeah, the dolphin."
He's just about to hand Chloe the dolphin when Beca quickly takes it from him.
"Hey look, I just won you this giant dolphin all on my own."
Chloe smacks her arm and takes the dolphin from her, and Beca laughs as she pulls Chloe into a hug. She's not surprised when Chloe pulls her phone out to take a selfie of the two of them with the dolphin, quickly posting it to Instagram.
Beca pulls her phone out when it notifies her that Chloe has tagged her in a post.
chloebeale: Say hello to the newest member of our family! Thank you becamitchell for winning Dolly for me. xo
She shakes her head, grinning.
"You won it."
"Yeah but they don't know that," Chloe says, tapping Beca on the head with the stuffed animal. "Gotta keep up your reputation as the ring toss boss."
/
The drive to Philadelphia is spent listening to Lord Huron's Lonesome Dreams album.
Chloe drives the whole way, singing at the top of her voice as the wind drifts through her hair. Her voice echoes down the highway and Beca has never felt more at home in a state she's never been to before.
They go to LOVE park and the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Chloe drags her around the different exhibits with the excitement of a child, and Beca listens to every single thing she has to say about the pieces of art.
They arrive in Baltimore at seven, dropping their bags off at the motel before getting ready to go out for dinner. Beca keeps it casual with a red plaid shirt and black jeans, and her breath catches in her throat when Chloe emerges from the bathroom in a blue plaid dress.
"Is that...?"
Chloe nods, raising her shoulders and holding her arms out.
"The dress I wore when we first met."
Beca walks over to where Chloe is standing, reaching out to grab her hips and pull her closer. Chloe's hands instinctively come up to rest on Beca's shoulders.
"Any interest in joining our acapella group?" Chloe asks, and Beca shakes her head as she breathes out a soft laugh. She looks up at Chloe, smiling softly.
"You look beautiful, Chlo."
Her eyes close as Chloe leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a few seconds before pulling back.
/
It takes six hours to drive from Baltimore to North Carolina.
Beca drives for the first three hours before they stop at Charlottesville for a break. Chloe buys them both sandwiches and snacks for the road and drives the rest of the way until they arrive in Danbury.
"I feel like this is where we die," Beca says as they check into the Farmhouse Inn. It's whispered between them as they wait for the man running the place to give them the key to their room, but Chloe still shushes her as she looks around the room and taps on the desk.
"Dude, there's like nobody here. He could murder us right now and nobody would know."
"We're not getting murdered, Becs."
The man returns with their key and shows them up to their suite. It's old-fashioned and smells like wood and old people – something that Beca points out as soon as they're alone in their room. Chloe just laughs at her as she drops her suitcase onto the bed and opens it.
It's when she watches Chloe like this that Beca feels all of her worries fade away. She approaches her slowly, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Chloe's hand covers hers, and Beca breathes in her scent.
"You always smell good," she murmurs against her back, and Chloe laughs.
"Thanks, sweetheart."
/
They drive up to Hanging Rock and hike along the Indian Creek Trail.
Of course, Beca complains the whole time. Her feet ache, she's pretty sure the back of her neck is sunburnt, and there's water in her shoes.
Still, when they reach Dan River, she can't deny how beautiful the view is.
"C'mon!" Chloe says, dropping her bag and toeing her shoes off.
Maybe it's not as beautiful as Chloe Beale, but what is?
/
They fall into bed together as soon as they get back to the Inn.
Beca's skin burns from the sun, and Chloe's hair is still damp from swimming in the river and from standing under the waterfalls. Beca thinks back to how she felt in that moment, watching as Chloe stretched her arms out by her sides, looking up, squeezing her eyes shut as she let the water cascade over her. Her mouth was open, and she was grinning so widely that Beca couldn't help but mirror it. The sun glistened off the droplets of water on her skin and her eyes shone with pure joy as she looked over at Beca, yelling out for her to come join her.
Now, Chloe's skin smells like river water and sunscreen as Beca breathes in this moment; the last time they'll be in a bed that isn't their own. Her nose rests snugly against Chloe's cheek, and she can feel her heart pounding out of her chest when Chloe reaches up to cup her face with one hand, pulling her closer.
They'd undressed each other moments ago, but Beca had stopped to catch her breath; to let her brain catch up with her heart.
Finally, Chloe's whispered "please" is enough for Beca to close the distance between them.
She cups Chloe's face, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she puts her whole self into the kiss. Her heart is racing, and her body feels like it melts down into nothing but love and adoration for Chloe, and she thinks, for a second, that she might cry.
Their lips part slowly and delicately.
Chloe's eyes open before Beca's, so naturally, when she opens them to see Chloe looking at her with heavy eyelids, it sets off a fire inside of her that she can't quite explain.
She pushes forward, capturing Chloe's lips again, and she doesn't stop pushing until Chloe's back hits the mattress and her head hits the pillow. The bed creaks beneath them, and the headboard bangs once against the wall. The whimper Chloe lets out against her mouth causes something to tug at her heartstrings, and suddenly she feels like she'll die if she doesn't hear that sound again.
Their skin is warm and flush as their bodies melt together, and when Chloe moans as Beca's thigh presses into her, Beca swears it's the best sound she's ever heard. She's moaning because of her, pulling Beca closer because she wants her; the thought has Beca's mind spinning, wondering how on earth she has managed to get herself someone as perfect as Chloe Beale.
She reaches down to grip Chloe's hip, pulling her waist up towards her, and Chloe lets out another whimper as her center grinds against Beca's thigh. The sound has Beca humming as she kisses her way down Chloe's neck, finding new bits of skin to kiss and bite; new areas of Chloe's skin that taste like falling in love.
It doesn't take long for Beca to get breathless. She thinks maybe that has to do with how fast her heart is beating and how she feels like the air is being pulled out of her lungs every time Chloe's tongue touches hers.
She pulls back slightly, smiling when Chloe's mouth follows hers.
"Baby," Chloe whispers, and Beca's eyes fall shut as Chloe cups her face and pulls her head towards her, kissing her again. She rests one hand on the pillow beside Chloe's head, the other on Chloe's stomach.
It takes a few more seconds for Chloe to realize that Beca's not moving, so she decides to give Beca a little push, and okay, Beca's fine with a little push.
"Please, touch me," Chloe whines, as she rests her hand over Beca's and slides it down until it's dipping in between her legs. Beca's breath immediately catches in her throat when she feels how wet Chloe is for her. She pulls in another deep, ragged breath, before slowly pushing two fingers inside her.
Chloe gasps at the feeling, followed by a breathy moan, and it fills Beca's chest up entirely; so much that she thinks, maybe, she might die.
Chloe raises her hands above her head, immediately gripping onto the wooden bars on the headboard. She closes her eyes and loses herself in the feeling of Beca making love to her. Her fingers are delicate and soft, and it's almost not enough.
Chloe doesn't lose patience though, and soon enough, she can feel the familiar coil in her stomach.
"Faster," she moans. She's aware of the bed creaking beneath them; aware of the noises she's making. She can't really find it in herself to care though. She feels Beca sit up, but she can't focus on anything but letting this last as long as possible. She's not ready yet.
Her eyes drift shut as Beca's free hand comes up to caress her face, and she immediately leans into the touch. She's about to press a kiss against Beca's palm before she feels the hand drift down her face, past her jawline, and stop to rest on her neck.
Fingers on one side of her neck and her thumb on the other, Beca slowly presses down.
Chloe opens her eyes, gasping.
"Beca–"
Her own moan cuts her off as Beca squeezes a little harder as she continues to pump two fingers inside of her. Chloe's not sure if it's Beca's thumb or her palm pressing against her clit, but she doesn't find that she minds. She's so close, and she never thought she was into this until now.
Her hips jerk, making Beca push in deeper, and she's never felt this much pleasure before in her life. Her eyes lock with Beca's and there's a question in Beca's eyes that Chloe knows that whatever it is, her answer is yes.
Beca's fingers flex against her throat, squeezing a little tighter before she leans forward and crashes their lips together.
Her legs shake as she comes, pulsing around Beca's fingers, whining into Beca's mouth as she helps her through it.
She feels Beca whisper something against her cheek as she comes down from her high but she can't focus on anything right now. The hand wrapped around her neck finally slips down to rest against her chest though, and she opens her eyes to see Beca looking down at her, breathless.
"You're…"
Chloe blinks, chest heaving.
"What?"
"That was the best thing that I've ever done. Ever. In my whole life."
Chloe wheezes out a laugh, rolling over and pressing her face into the pillow. She feels Beca slot herself behind her, wrapping her arms around her tightly as she presses soft kisses to her shoulders.
/
"We're going back to Georgia tomorrow."
"I know."
Chloe looks up from where she's resting her head on Beca's bare chest. Beca's hand is stroking her shoulder and she's breathing calmly with her eyes closed. The sunset lights up the room in an orange glow, and all Chloe can do is stare.
Maybe it's the fact that they've just finished round three, or maybe it's because she's sad about leaving their little Beca and Chloe bubble that they've been in for the past month, but she finds herself tearing up.
She thinks maybe it's because she's scared.
She's never loved anybody like she loves Beca.
Never trusted anybody like she trusts Beca.
"I kinda… don't want to go home." Chloe says. "Not yet."
"Me neither."
"What's gonna happen?"
Beca opens her eyes and finally looks down at Chloe, instantly frowning when she sees how scared Chloe looks. "What do you mean?"
"Like… we're still gonna be together, right?"
She sounds nervous, shy, timid; something that Beca's not used to when it comes to Chloe Beale. She sits up, bringing Chloe with her, and takes her hand in hers as she uses her other hand to keep herself upright.
"Of course, why wouldn't we be?"
"I don't know, I just," she looks down, swallowing, trying to ignore the fact that they're both still very naked, and Beca's still very beautiful. "I wanted to make sure, I guess. I don't want this to just… be a summer thing. I don't want to be with anybody else."
"Hey. I know that it took me a long time to, like, finally realize I have a thing for you, but that doesn't mean I want this to end just because we're going back home." She lets go of Chloe's hand and reaches up, nudging Chloe's chin with her knuckle. When Chloe looks up at her, there's fear in her eyes, but the second their eyes meet they turn soft. "I love you, Chloe." She whispers. "I'm… honestly, I really am so in love with you. I… oh God, don't cry."
The second Beca pulls her into a hug, the tears that have been threatening to fall, finally do. She hugs Chloe tightly, using her actions to tell Chloe that there's no way things will change when they get home. There's no way she's giving up the one good thing she's got.
"I'm sorry, I just…" She breathes in and out a couple of times, calming almost instantaneously when Beca shushes her and rubs her back. "God, I've been in love with you for so long. I can't believe you're actually mine. I… I don't think I've ever loved somebody as much as I love you."
Beca's smiling so beautifully when she pulls back, stroking Chloe's face, wiping her tears away.
"I promise Chlo, I'm not going anywhere."
/
When they get back home – home, Beca thinks, and she can't help but smile – and Chloe pushes Beca into her bedroom, telling her that they have four years of 'Atlanta Sex' to make up for, Beca doesn't care about how doomed she thought the road trip would be.
Chloe's kissing her, choosing her, loving her.
It was the best month of her life, and she's no longer scared to admit that.
"You should move your stuff into my room," Chloe says when they're done, both still panting and trying to catch their breath. She feels Beca smile against her shoulder before pulling back. She turns on her side so they're both facing each other, and she reaches up to stroke Beca's cheek with the back of her hand.
Beca kisses her knuckle once, twice, and runs her hand up Chloe's back.
"I love you," she murmurs. Her fingers dance across Chloe's spine and it makes her shiver.
"I love you too."
"Say it again."
Chloe grins. "I love you."
"I love you too. Say it again."
"Oh my God."
Beca pulls her closer. "Please."
"I love you, Beca."
Beca closes her eyes, pressing a kiss to Chloe's lips. She pulls back, her eyes soft and beautiful. "We sound like a broken record."
"Yeah," Chloe laughs, leaning in to kiss her again. "But it's my favorite record."
Three years ago when I started to write this fic, I expected it to just be a couple of chapters long, but here we are exactly three years later. I never expected people to react to this so massively, and the fact that people are STILL reading… just, I have no words dude. Thank you.
Thank you to my multiple beta's I've had over the years. Thank you to my friends for putting up with my complaining, screaming, and crying over this fic to them. Thank you to the people on Tumblr who have chosen to do fanart for this fic, in the form of drawings, gifsets, edits, moodboards, videos, etc. Thank you to everyone who has left a comment/review on this fic - it means more to me than you'll ever know. Thank you to every single reader who has continued to read, even after months of no updates. Thank you to my high school English teacher for giving me a D on my creative writing assignment. This one's for you. Thank you to the academy, my parents, my– you get it.
Thank you.
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