A/N: I keep getting stuck in long fics that I'll never finish, so I decided to do this challenge where you're given a random word and sixty seconds to write as much as you can about it. All of these were written in that time limit (with another minute or two just to finish them up) so they're extremely short and unrelated.

I hope you guys get at least some enjoyment out of it, and recommend trying this challenge to people with writer's block. The time limit is arbitrary, really, it's just about forcing yourself to write.

Also, I'm sorry they're all in Beca's POV. That's just what I ended up doing naturally.

Elevator

'I can't believe you got us stuck in here,' Beca complains, leaning her head back on the wall. And that they're going to be another half an hour before they fix it.'

'It's not my fault.'

'Not your fault my ass. You just can't keep it in your pants, can you?'

At that, Chloe looks a little guilty. 'Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.' She sighs, tilting her head back the same way Beca is. 'How are we going to explain this one to Aubrey?'

Beca laughs incredulously. 'We? Oh no, Chloe. You're the one who pressed the emergency stop button, so you can be the one to explain to Aubrey why we missed practice today.'

Chloe attempts to argue, but then, seeing the glare Beca is sending her, relents grudgingly.

'Being stuck in an elevator is not as cool as it looks in the movies,' she grumbles.

Mimic

'Beca, why is it taking you so long to learn these dance moves?' Aubrey barks, making Beca jump. She'd just been innocently dancing on her own... Okay, she'd kind of just been moving back and forth for a while, pretending she was joining in. 'They're simple steps!'

'I doknow them!' Kind of. Sort of. At least, she knows them in theory, it's just that her arms and legs don't really want to join in.

'Then why on Earth are you just swaying back and forth like that?' Aubrey pinches the bridge of her nose for a moment, before looking to her co-captain. 'Chloe, ugh, can you just... Handle her? I think I'm getting a migraine...'

Aubrey stalks off to go sit down, leaving Chloe to approach Beca with a somewhat apprehensive look on her face.

'Umm... d'you want to just watch me do it so you can see the steps again?' Chloe asks. When Beca nods, Chloe seamlessly falls into the choreography for "I Saw the Sign", half counting out loud, half singing, and just generally looking extremely adorable.

It's only a minute later, when Chloe stop, that Beca realises she's been distracted by the bounce of Chloe's hair when she moves (and if she's being totally honest, the bounce of other things), thus missing all of it.

'Uh... Sorry, I got distracted. Can you show me again?'

There's a collective groan from the other Bellas, but to Chloe's credit, she just rolls her eyes and smiles, which Beca returns sheepishly.

Calendar

'When is it you're coming back to visit us again?' Beca asks, even though she already knows. She's asked like ten times already, in the hope that Chloe might suddenly say 'I changed my plans, I'm coming back today – surprise!'

But unfortunately, that day still hasn't come, as Chloe tells her sadly, 'It's still a while yet, Bec... But we're getting closer to it every day, right?'

Beca sighs, and puts an X through another day on her calendar. 'Yeah, I guess...'

Garage

It's not like Beca hasn't always known that Chloe was messy (seriously, she found that out the first time she came to Chloe and Aubrey's shared apartment and looked in Chloe's room. Apparently Aubrey was the only one keeping the two of them tidy). But this... This is kind of ridiculous.

'Chloe, what the actual fuck?! I swear, there must be like a gene for messiness or something!'

'What?' Chloe hollers back. 'Beca, I can't hear you very well. Where are you?'

'I'm trapped!'

'Where?!'

'Where do you think?!' Beca jiggles some of the boxes that fell down around her, narrowly missing her head and injuring her, but effectively trapping her behind some discarded furniture that the Beale family apparently didn't feel like having in their house anymore. She hears shifting noises and knows Chloe is probably trying to dig her out. 'I am never helping you or your family clean again!'

Assumption

The first time Beca meets Tom, he assumes – somewhat understandably, although that doesn't make Beca feel any better – that she's just a friend of Chloe's. Never mind that she's a friend that Chloe has seen naked in the shower, and in fact has seen Beca naked in quite a few other situations since.

And okay, maybe they're not official, and they've never said they were definitely exclusive. But surely that doesn't automatically mean that they aren't.

And Chloe very definitely does not correct him throughout the whole night. The two of them sit there, with Tom flirting with Chloe quite blatantly, Chloe half blushing and trying to deflect him, but obviously not trying hard enough. He barely says a word to Beca, and despite Chloe's attempts to bring her into the conversation it's hard to feel motivated to join in when Tom keeps butting in with talking about sports and other crap that Beca knows Chloe has no interest in.

She finally snaps when Tom makes thinly veiled innuendos about ditching Beca and going home together; she slams down her glass and stands up.

Chloe looks up at her in alarm. 'Beca, what...'

'If you want to go with him,' she tells them, voice only just barely kept level, 'be my fucking guest. Just don't expect me to be there for you to come home to the next day.'

She wants to say more, to call Chloe out, but all she can feel is hurt welling up in her chest – especially when she gets out of the door, and Chloe doesn't run after her.

Smile

A large part of dating Chloe Beale, Beca finds, is adjusting to the idea of having to potentially pose for a photograph any time, any place. As a person naturally adverse to the camera (unless she's behind it, that's not so bad), it takes her a long time before she stops extricating herself from Chloe's grip and simply running away, or making weird faces at the camera just before the shutter closes.

Chloe whines at her every time this happens, giving her puppy dog eyes until she gives in and does it properly.

And after a while, Beca realises she's started skipping the running away bit and just grimacing automatically in a poor imitation of a smile.

And soon after, Beca starts smiling properly, because she secretly likes how Chloe's eyes brighten up with happiness when she does so.

And some time after that, Beca even begins suggesting herself that they take one, when they're in a new place or doing something interesting together.

It's only when she sees Chloe put a photo of them kissing as her Facebook profile picture that she realises: oh God, they've become one of those couples.

And she really doesn't give a shit, because she's too busy smiling and taking dorky photos with her girlfriend to care what other people think by now.

A/N: I can't promise anything, but if you guys particularly want me to expand on any of these, I might write a one-shot around it. Also, when I get time I'll add more drabbles.