#beca stupid mitchell

[pocketdragon]

Make Some Room- Chapter 50

Three girls, one New York apartment and an ad for a spare room.

Enter Beca Mitchell.

An “and-they-were-roommates” AU. Strangers to friends to lovers. Bechloe. Slow burn (not sorry).

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[massivedrickhead]

Bechloe Week Day 1: Reunion

Words: 1104

Notes: Well I tried to start Bechloe week with something flirty and fun but naturally I can't help myself and it ended up getting a bit deeper than that. I also think this is a bit of a stretch for a "reunion" prompt...

I'm probably going to be doing 3 of the prompts for this week, but maybe more if I can get time to write them

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“Bec?” Chloe said, wrapping on the door of Beca’s office, one hand absentmindedly rubbing against her stomach. “This is your 30-minute warning, okay? The Bellas are going to be here in an hour.”

“So shouldn’t I get a 60-minute warning?” Beca replied. “They’ll be late anyway.”

“They won’t be late, Aubrey is in charge,” Chloe said, pushing the door open and stepping into her wife’s office. “And you need a 30-minute warning because you’re not greeting our friends - who we haven’t seen in over a year - in your office sweatpants.”

Beca frowned and spun around in her chair. “You love my office sweatpants.”

Chloe cocked her head. “Is that something you imagined I said?”

“I guess I just assumed, since every time I wear them you always want to grab my butt.”

“I think that’s more about your butt than the sweatpants, babe,” Chloe said. “But whether I love the sweats or not, you still need to change.”

“Fine,” Beca said, taking Chloe’s hands and tugging her into her lap. “Well, I don’t need to do any more work, so what should we do with our extra 30 minutes?”

Chloe checked her watch. “It’s more like 27 minutes now.”

“27 minutes? That doesn’t really seem like enough time,” Beca said. 

“Well, we could have a little longer if we saved time by showering together,” Chloe said.

“Mrs Mitchell-Beale, I like the way you think.”

Chloe climbed off Beca’s lap and tugged her out of the chair.

“Make the most of this,” Chloe said, pulling her towards the bathroom. “Once the Bellas get here we have to behave for a full week.”

Beca groaned. “Remind me why we have that rule in place again? It seems cruel and unnecessary. It’s not like they don’t know we’re married. They were there. They even saw us kiss.”

“And they still haven’t forgiven us for that time Emily walked in on us in the laundry room,” Chloe said. “Poor girl nearly went blind.”

“In our defence, she didn’t knock first,” Beca replied.

“In her defence, who knocks on the door of a laundry room before they enter?”

“Okay,” Beca said, “fair point.”

They made short work of stripping out of their clothes and were soon stepping into the shower together. As it so often did, Beca’s hand found its way to Chloe’s stomach.

“You’re still sure you want to tell them?” Beca asked.

“Yes,” Chloe said. “When is the next time we will all be together again after this? I want to tell them in person.”

“I know,” Beca said. “I do too.”

“Then why does your face look like that?”

“Genetics?”

“Smart-ass,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes. She put a finger under Beca’s chin and tilted her head up so she would look at her, and not her bump. “Why do you look worried? This is good news.”

“It’s the best news,” Beca said. “It’s just… as soon as we tell them, it stops being our little secret. It… I can’t explain it.”

“You’re scared we’re jinxing it,” Chloe said. Beca’s eyes dropped to Chloe’s stomach again, and Chloe knew she was right. “This isn’t like last time.”

“I know that,” Beca said. “Logically, I know that.”

Chloe pressed a kiss on Beca’s cheek and then pulled her into her arms, and they stayed like that for a little while. The hot water cascaded on and around them, steam rising up to obscure the rest of their bathroom.

Feeling hidden away and protected, Beca spoke again. “Announcing him to our friends, celebrating him, it feels like we’re drawing attention to him. Like we’re asking for something bad to happen. The more excited I get to meet him, the more convinced I am that something is going to take him away.”

“Baby,” Chloe said, softly, holding Beca tighter. 

“I know I’m being stupid-”

“-You aren’t being stupid,” Chloe said, cutting her off. 

“I know it isn’t logical,” Beca said as if there’d been no interruption. “But then the more I try to convince myself that it isn’t going to happen, the more I feel like it will. If you tell yourself over and over again that everything’s fine, that everything will be fine, then the more likely it is that the universe will want to screw you over.”

Beca’s thoughts were spiralling now, she was working herself into a panic. She took a slightly shuddering breath and opened her mouth, as if to continue before something tapped her on the palm of her hand.

She froze. 

During their hug, her hand reached Chloe’s stomach again. One hand was pressed against Chloe’s back, the other resting protectively on the side of her stomach.

She had felt her son kick for the first time.

They hadn’t made it this far last time.

Beca let out a shocked laugh and tears sprang to her eyes before quickly joining the shower water spilling down her cheeks.

“He can hear you,” Chloe said, smiling as tears filled her eyes too. “He’s letting you know that he’s okay.”

Beca laughed again and bent down to press a kiss against Chloe’s stomach.

“Hi buddy,” Beca said. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

“We don’t have to tell the Bellas,” Chloe said. “I can wear my big sweaters.”

“In L.A. in July?” Beca said, straightening back up, an eyebrow raised.

“I’m always cold, they’ll believe it,” Chloe said. 

“We should tell them,” Beca said. “They’re our family.”

Chloe smiled. “Good, because they would never have believed the sweater thing.”

Beca laughed and kissed her wife again. “I’m sorry I dumped all that on you. I didn’t mean to, it just came out.”

“Don’t apologise,” Chloe said. “Have you talked to your therapist about it?”

“Yeah, we’re working on it,” Beca said. “I know it’s just my anxiety working overtime. My dumb brain doesn’t like it when I’m happy, apparently.”

“Not dumb,” Chloe corrected. “Just… misguided? It thinks it’s protecting you. It thinks it’s keeping you safe.”

“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” Beca said. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood. I was planning on doing my best sex moves and everything.”

“I suppose when everyone’s safe in bed tonight, we could try again,” Chloe said, with a hint of a smirk. “Our door does lock, after all.”

“Do you think you can be quiet enough for that?” Beca asked, grinning as she pulled Chloe in for a kiss.

Chloe pulled away. “We don’t have time right now. I don’t even know what time it is, we’ve been in here for-”

Ding-dong!

“Crap,” Chloe said.

“So greeting them soaking wet and naked is better than my work sweats, how exactly?”

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[autisticheadcanons]

Beca Mitchell and Emily Junk from the Pitch Perfect franchise are autistic.

Beca:

-Not good at communicating well in social situations, sometimes out of deliberate ignorance but a lot of out of genuine unawareness interacting with people, and she has difficulty truly making friends because of this. She misreads situations a lot, which strains her relationships with other people.

-She's almost always wearing headphones, and while it isn't directly said to be for this purpose, a lot of the time she does it to block out external noise.

-She comes off as cold and emotionally distant, which is clear when she first meets Jesse and he tries to break her out of her shell. In reality, she feels way too much sometimes.

-Her special interest is making/producing music, and she lacks motivation to do anything that isn't related to that interest up until she becomes more invested in the Bellas.

-She masks around and when talking to strangers, and you can tell when she's faking her personality around someone because she doesn't tend to be an overly sincere person.

-Leading off of the last statement, she tends to be extremely blunt and doesn't really pay attention to the effect that her words have on other people, especially when she's angry or upset.

-She has a rather monotonous tone of voice when speaking, and it never really fluctuates.

-She loves her friends, but doesn't know how to show it. When she gets overwhelmed by Worlds, graduating, and her job in the second movie, she takes it out on them angrily when in reality she's just stressed and trying to get by.

Emily:

-She's immediately made out to be the socially awkward member of the Bellas. Compared to most of the other girls, she lacks awareness of herself and others when interacting with people, and she embarrasses herself a lot because of it, often saying or doing the wrong thing.

-Her special interest is songwriting. She gets fixated on her song "Flashlight" to the point that it's the only one she can remember when she panics and has to sing on the spot.

-She has a pretty strong personal moral code, which is shown by the way she insists that the girls, including herself, stay true to who they really are, and she doesn't understand why they're all obsessed with winning when she just wants to enjoy the time they have together, do the right thing, and write her songs.

-She does, indeed, follow her own advice and stays true to herself because she never really masks. Every embarrassing, awkward, and weird part of her is shown and it's a realistic portrayal of someone who's unapologetically themself.

-She stims a lot with her hands, especially in her early scenes whenever she's really excited.

-She sometimes becomes hyperverbal when nervous.

-She has trouble picking up on certain things sometimes, and that prompts others to call her the "dumb" or "stupid" one.

-Very empathetic. Perhaps not to the extent of hyper-empathy, but it's clear that she possesses the trait more than the other girls do.

-She's very emotionally expressive, wears her heart on her sleeve so to speak. Whether it's through her music or through her small mannerisms, it's easy to tell what emotion(s) she's feeling.

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[lgbtkendricks]

chapter 1 and 2 of 'with those holiday greetings (and gay happy meetings)' on ao3 now !!

fake-dating at christmas, mitchsen

Beca Mitchell was an aspiring music producer. Because of that, she had been involved in extracurriculars relating to music for the majority of her life. She’d been in choir as a kid (and made sure her mother burned all the tapes). In high school she took every music-related class they had to offer, a job at the record store and saved up for all of her equipment. In college she worked at a radio station, DJed on the side and…joined an acapella group…but made said group better with her arrangements, a useful honing of her skills for future producer jobs. She made songs – sort of. She thought her mixes were her songs, anyway. The point was, Beca Mitchell lived and breathed music. All genres, all decades, all artists. A song was a song and she would treat each one with as much respect as the last. Beca still had yet to meet someone who could match her repertoire in their knowledge of music. Granted, she hadn’t yet met Beyonce, who she imagined was one of the few who could usurp her. She knew a lot about music and production, and she wasn’t afraid to be annoying about it. It was all she cared about and all she wanted people to know her for.

Through all that, Beca couldn’t deny that Aubrey Posen’s laugh was the most melodic thing she had ever heard.

She laughed…in a mixed belt. It was a perfect blend of her chest voice and her head voice, yet still high and pure and sweet and bouncy. Beca had never in her life adored someone this much, and it terrified her a little, but it was also far too fun to ignore. Watching Aubrey giggle her way through Blame It On The Alcohol, watching her comment on how accurate the drunk glee kids were to her own high school experiences, watching her agree with Rachel Berry’s understanding of alcohol tasting like pink, watching her pause and rewind several times to cackle at Puck, Quinn and Lauren in the background – it was everything to Beca. Not only was her heart filling every time Aubrey so much as smiled, but the knowledge that Beca was the one who was keeping her from the nervous wreck she had become pre-flight was doing something to her that the brunette wasn’t ready to unpack. It was pretty beautiful, the way just watching glee together could distract Aubrey entirely from her very real and valid fear of flying. And Beca knew they were annoying the other passengers on the flight. Even the flight attendants were oscillating between smiling at the fun the two were having and clenching their jaws each time Aubrey completely missed their offerings.

Beca wanted nothing more than to watch Heather Morris completely embody Ke$ha in their whole school performance, but being the hyperaware, Aubrey-obsessed embarrassment that she was, she couldn’t ignore the very real dangers of watching that particular performance. She reached forward and pushed down on the spacebar on her laptop. Aubrey looked at her immediately, cocking her head in confusion.

Beca stared back at her expectantly. When Aubrey still stared just as expectantly, Beca smiled a little wryly.

“You sure you wanna watch this part?”

Aubrey raised her brows. “Why wouldn’t I want to watch this part?”

“It’s…the part.”

“Which part??”

The younger girl couldn’t believe she had to spell it out. “The part that would put your ICCA finals of junior year to shame.”

A hand reached out and whacked her on the shoulder, making Beca laugh whilst Aubrey flushed red. “Press play, Beca.”

“I’m serious!” Beca said honestly. “Aubrey, somehow I don’t think that watching a bunch of drunk kids throw up mid-performance is gonna be conducive to you of all people on a plane. Watch it if you want but don’t come crying to me if we feel any turbulence.”

The eye roll Aubrey gave her could have put her own to shame. “I’ve taken anti-nausea tablets, Beca, I’m not stupid.”

“Didn’t say you were, and those don’t always work.” Beca argued back.

“I cannot believe you’re policing a glee episode right now.”

“I cannot believe you’re not taking precautions when you were the one who said she didn’t like flying.”

“Because it’s a death trap, not because of being sick!”

The middle-aged woman sitting in front of them turned round in her seat to face them. Both Beca and Aubrey expected her to tell them to shut up, but instead she smiled sweetly.

Her voice was teasing. “You two are the splitting image of my daughter and her wife. You argue just like they do.”

Both women went bright red. Beca opened her mouth to tell her they weren’t together, but nothing came out.

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[thehypotensivegrad]

The Adviser (26/45) | Bechloe Mafia AU

All Best Laid Plans (Chapter Preview - Read the rest at ao3)

Chloe chuckled as Dr. Mitchell recounted a tale of the nervous intern that came in with his doctors to check on him the other day. He was so rattled when the doctor asked him a question about an equipment that he mistook as for the shelf of Dr. Mitchell's bedside table. The doctor looked unimpressed, and the medical intern was all the more shocked with his own antics when he realized what had happened. Chloe wasn't sure how to feel about a medical intern messing up big time, but at least it didn't happen during a surgery or when a patient needed emergency assistance.

Currently, they have been taking turns to visit Dr. Mitchell at the hospital. Aubrey would visit with Emily. Sometimes she would go there with Chloe. On rare occasions it would be the three of them. But it was usually Beca who Chloe accompanied. Beca would mostly delegate herself with speaking to his doctors in private, checking in on how the staff on the floor was doing to make sure she gets on their good side and have them take good care of Dr. Mitchell. Her concern for him was genuine, that much Chloe could see, even when she tried her best to hide it. She couldn't really understand why, but it only made her love her even more.

ADMIRE, Beale, you admire her, not love her… you're not actually in love with Beca, right? Maybe have some stupid crush, but not actual falling in love kind of LOVE, right? Chloe chastised herself as she caught her thoughts slipping.

She didn't let Dr. Mitchell catch on, however. Or at least she hoped he did not.

Aubrey was not with them for their current visit. She was busy trying to de-escalate the situation with Kimmy Jin. The situation being that Chicago had wanted Beca arrested for the stunt she pulled. However, Beca was lucky. There was no proof it was her doing. Beca even put on her best acting chops on display as she said that she truly did hate Chicago, that's why he enjoyed in seeing him humiliated and drenched in pig's blood, when questioned by the police, but that it was not her who did it. She added in an "I wish it were me though, that would have been incredibly satisfying," to drive home the point of her innocence.

But of course, Chloe knew it was her. They all did. Beca was just incredibly crafty. She had hired actors assuming the names of the tenants show up at a sold-out theater show, using that as their alibies, so that they wouldn't even be considered to be part of her schemes. The actors were of close resemblance, at least good enough for the security feeds that Stacie may or may not have altered to fit closer to each of their builds and physiques. Beca personally ushered them in and said goodbye to each of them – as caught by the feeds as clear as day, while their beloved tenants carried out their assigned tasks – and Beca being late for the talk with popcorn was proof of her travelling from the theater and to the university. She also spent most of the last few days in highly popular areas with CCTV footage. She was no where near the university building. Unfortunately, the university also didn't have camera footage, whatsoever, for the auditorium, which means no evidence.

Kimmy Jin was still upset, however, by the antics, and they believed Aubrey was best equipped in talking with her about their next set of plans. They needed her for this, after all. Beca was cooking up something to serve Chicago and Babel on a silver platter for her.

"Is anything wrong?" Chloe asked after noting the few minutes of silence between her and Dr. Mitchell. "Are you alright?"

He nodded and smiled wistfully. "I was wondering, if it wouldn't be too much, if you could accept this gift from me," he then said, pulling out a paper bag from underneath his right bedside table.

Chloe stood up to try and help him, but promptly sat back down as he had managed to do the task by himself. She smiled a little, seeing that he seemed to be truly getting better. If only even by a little. Chloe accepted the paper bag and saw a beautiful blue knitted scarf inside, along with a folded white paper. She was about to reach in to grab it when Dr. Mitchell placed a hand on hers and shook his head to stop her.

"Oh, come now, please, it would embarrass me if you would read my letter right in front of me," Dr. Mitchell then said.

Chloe chuckled and nevertheless agreed. "Did you make this by yourself?"

Dr. Mitchell nodded in response. "I'm not one for television shows," he said, nodding towards the small flatscreen TV hanging on his wall. "And to be honest, I feel sensitive to some sounds and bright flashing lights from the screen sometimes. I don't know if it's the medicine or the cancer," he replied with a sigh. "But one of the night nurses, she knits by the info desk when it's not too busy and she talks about her knitting projects when she comes in to check on me. I told her I used to knit myself, and she started bringing her yarn and knitting with me at night, to keep me company."

"That's so sweet of her," Chloe commented. "Thank you," she added. "But I'm impressed. I wouldn't have guessed you knitted."

Dr. Mitchell laughed, a hint of melancholy in his tone. "My wife died young. And my daughter had a bad habit of tearing her clothes a lot even when she was still very little, I don't even know how she would manage it. I started to learn how to stitch and mend the tears myself, got curious and tried out knitting her simple things. I tried out a small sweater, and a pair of gloves. A beanie too. I never managed to give her a proper scarf, I was always worried she would somehow get tangled in it and hurt herself."

"I didn't know you had a daughter," Chloe admitted, giving Dr. Mitchell a soft smile. "Aubrey mentioned you had a child before, I was always curious if they ever tried visiting you or not. You kept insisting you didn't have any family left, and I wasn't sure if it's because of the case, if they had cut ties with you."

Dr. Mitchell shook his head. "I had to give her away because of my first cancer diagnosis. I had no other family who could take her in. Last I heard, she's been adopted by some other family already. She was very young when it happened. She's probably forgotten about me, or maybe she resents me?"

There was a crack in Dr. Mitchell's tone as he asked the question, and tears in her eyes. It was enough for Chloe to get rather glassy-eyed herself. She couldn't help but feel for him. She was already trying to figure out a way, if possible, for her to help Dr. Mitchell reach out to his daughter because of it.

Because it was too painful to think about, Dr. Mitchell dying without any resolutions with this matter, or even if he does survive his illness, going back to a world where you were nothing but a stranger to your own family?

Because losing her father still stung a little, and Chloe still regretted not making any amends with him before he had gone.

"Maybe she doesn't," Beca replied as she leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, looking out the window. Chloe hadn't even realized she had gotten back. "Maybe she's fine and happy. You shouldn't think that she resents you. Stop feeling so guilty about it. You did what you had to do to be sure she had a good life, right?"

"Y-yes," Dr. Mitchell replied wiping his tears away.

Chloe was about to say something when Beca's phone rung. She watched as she looked rather amused to hear who was on the other line as she spoke.

"Who was it?" Chloe couldn't help but ask.

"I have to go, I'll have Lilly pick you up, I think it's best I go alone on this one," she replied.

"Wait, why? Who was it? Beca!" Chloe cried out as she watched Beca make haste to leave.

"I'll tell you all about it later!" Beca cried back, "I promise! I'll buy you dinner and tell you all about it, alright? It's just safer this way," she replied. In her eyes, Chloe could see that she was asking her to trust her about it.

And trust her she did.

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[livingdreams97]

Emily Junk -- "The New Bella." (part 1)

Emily Junk x fem! reader/oc

Summary: Emily is a newcomer to Barden College and her dream is to be a part of the group acapella the Barden Bellas. She entered the house of the acapella group in order to fulfill her dream, but she ended up falling in love and living an experience that she had never imagined.

Words: 4.587

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NOTE: If you see any spelling mistake im sorry, english is not my first lenguage and i try to do it the best possible.

Y/n's POV

This was the end. What I have known for two years will disappear and cease to exist. After Amy bald to the president, the dean has decided he doesn't want the Barden Bellas to exist anymore and has banned us from auditioning.

This will be the end for the Bellas. I personally haven't taken it as bad as other people, Chloe and I've been crying all day. That's not to say it doesn't hurt, the Bellas have been my family for two years and I've been a part of them since my first day of college.

My older sister, who is part of the Bellas, encouraged me to study at Barden with her and join the a cappella group with her. The truth is that when Beca told me that she was in an a cappella group, I couldn't believe it.

I mean, my goth, antisocial sister being part of a group of girls who sing. The first thing I did when she told me about it was laugh, thinking that she was playing a joke on me and I wasn't going to fall for another one of her jokes.

But it turned out that it was true, that she was in the only all-female a cappella group in Barden and that she was enjoying it. She even told me that dad was supporting her participation in the group.

Which is not surprising to me, since since I left our mother and moved; He has tried to get closer to us in recent years. Beca has always been more reluctant to accept our father, I think the divorce of our parents hurt her more than me and as father she rebuilt her life quite quickly.

I was eight, so my attention was on gaming and cartoons. While Beca was already 10 years old and about to enter pre-adolescence. In addition to the fact that Beca was closer to dad, while I was closer to mom and that's why when he tried to have a closer relationship with me I didn't care much. And he pays for mi college so...

But back to the main topic. When I graduated from high school, I enrolled at Barden University with my father's help to study architecture and on my first day I auditioned to be part of the Bellas.

It is more than enough that they accepted me since I have a good voice and for being the little sister of Beca Mitchell. And although we are sisters, we are not very similar.

The only thing we have in common is blue eyes and brown hair. Although Beca's eyes are a bit darker than mine. I'm 1.73 so I'm 16 centimeters taller than her. Which is funny since she is the older sister and because of our height difference no one believes it.

Flo: For your hairy situation.- I listen as she reads and look up from the letter I'm reading, to see her with a box of depilatory blades in her hand and a confused look. -Oh.- she says realizing it and I laugh at her gesture.

Chloe: Very well, we are officially registered in the competition.- She tells us with a huge smile. –So renew the passports, because we are going to sunny and fabulous Copenhagen! - exclaims completely excited.

Stacie: Fine.- she celebrates by giving me and Amy a high-five .

Amy: Where is that ? - confused question and I look at her as if she were stupid.

Chloe: I don't know, I failed geography.- she answers shrugging her shoulders.

Y/n: It's the capital of Denmark.- I answer earning confused looks from the girls. –Is it in Europe, below Sweden and above Germany ? - I ask to see if they are located. -Leave it.- I deny when I see that no one knows what I'm talking about.

Chloe: It seems that the contest is dominated by that stupid German group that has taken the tour from us.- she comments between her teeth without looking up from the laptop.

Stacie: Who has stolen the tour from us.- She corrects our housemate and friend.

Amy: Exactly. You have to look for those Germans .- supports her. -They can't be that good, Germany doesn't produce good singers since David Hasselhoff.- she assures us with certainty.

Y/n: Since when is David Hasselhoff singing ? - I ask completely confused.

Amy: Always Mitchell junior, update yourself.- she tells me as if it were obvious.

Flo: It's that chubby man who was running in slow motion with a red swimsuit, right? - she asks with confusion and I nod in response.

Amy: We're going to crush them and when we do, those dumb asses will have to swallow all these cards.- She says confidently taking another card from the kitchen island. -Die bitches, die. Criticizing slut.- she reads stamping the letter against the island. -The Bellas are back! - she exclaims with emotion.

Flo: Yes.- She assures celebrating like the rest.

Chloe: Has anyone talked to Beca today? - she asks and I avoid scratching my eyebrow.

When I get nervous or hide something, I have a habit of scratching my eyebrow and everyone immediately realized it. The itching is something that I cannot avoid, at first I feel a slight tingling in my right eyebrow and then it triples, making it impossible for me not to scratch it.

Y/n: I haven't seen her after going to the introductions and my classes.- I answer by opening another letter, to focus on something else and keep myself distracted from the itch in my eyebrow.

Amy: Not since she left the room this morning.- She answers, shrugging her shoulders and not giving it much importance.

Jessica: Girls remember that today Chloe and Ashley prepare dinner while Y/n and Stacie have to clean up later.- She reminds us from the table in the corner of the kitchen and groans.

Y/n: But if I had to clean two days ago.- I complain like a girl.

Stacie: Don't worry honey.- she tells me hugging me by the shoulders and sticking me to her neck. –This time you will clean with me or me.- she whispers the last part suggestively in my ear.

Amy : I keep saying it Long live the tortilla! - she exclaims and I separate from my roommate to look at her badly. –What ? My room is above yours and I have ears. - she comments without much importance.

Y/n: Whatever you say.- I deny I was amused and throw her a letter, which is not a good idea because the six of us ended up in a card war.

Once we're done with dinner, Stacie and I find ourselves in the kitchen scrubbing and cleaning everything we've used. The rest are in the living room or in their rooms, since we're going to go to the treble house in a whileand they're probably getting ready.

Y/n: Can someone open the door ? I yelled when I heard the doorbell ring.

I don't know if anyone has heard me, but I hear the door open and two people talk. Suddenly I feel something wet on my back and I jump letting out a scream.

Y/n: It's not funny.- I reproached my best friend, seeing her with an empty glass of water in her hand and an amused smile on her face.

Stacie: That's because you're the one with a wet back.- She assures me, laughing at the situation.

Y/n: Yes? - I ask and quickly grab the sink hose. –Tell me now if it's still fun.- I comment opening the faucet and wetting it between laughs.

Stacie: Y/n Stop! - she exclaims jumping on me and trying to take the hose out of my hands. –Stop! - she exclaims between laughs while we fight for the control of the hose.

Y/n: No! - I deny without stopping laughing. -Drop the hose.- I order amused, still laughing and getting both of us wet in the struggle for control.

Stacie: Let it go.- she orders me just as amused as I am.

Chloe: Everyone in the living room!.- She yells and we both stop turning off the tap.

Y/n: Because of you, she's going to tell us off.- I reproached her in a whisper, looking at her with half-closed eyes and earning me an offended look from her.

Stacey: Excuse me? - she asks ironically, placing her hand on her chest.

Y/n: I forgive you.- I reply with a superior smile.

Stacie: You're going to find out.- she threatens me and my eyes widen as saucers running out of the kitchen. –Come back here Mitchell!. - she yells chasing me.

I run into the living room, not paying much attention to the girls and not noticing the presence of a stranger. I see Amy and run hiding behind her back.

Y/n: Ams you have to help me.- I ask her, grabbing at her shirt.

Amy: Let me go, you're soaked.- she tells me, separating me from her body.

Y/n: No.- I deny trying not to let go.

Stacie: Come here dwarf.- she tells me standing in front of Amy .

Y/n: I'm as tall as you .- I remember her sticking out my tongue.

Stacie: You're going to find out.- She says just when Amy manages to let go of me and jumps on me .

Y/n: Ahhhh! - I shout falling to the ground with her on top. -Help she is crazy, she wants to kill me!- I yell moving on the ground and grabbing her wrists when she tries to bring her hands to my face.

Cynthia: As sexy as this is, we girls have a visitor.- She tells us and we both look at her confused.

Stacie: What?- asks just as confused as me, sitting on my lap and looking at our acasister.

Cynthia just nods her head, away from the direction we're looking and letting us know we have to follow her nod. We both turned our faces to the other side and we met a tall girl with brown hair.

I open my eyes in surprise and feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I get up from the ground along with my best friend in just two seconds.

Cynthia: Not that I'm complaining girls, but you're soaking wet.- She points to our clothes and I look down at my white t-shirt; seeing how it shows through.

I bite my lip a little embarrassed, separating the shirt a little from my body and preventing my lilac bra from being seen anymore. I clear my throat and look at the new girl.

Chloe: Well, leaving the whole wet t-shirt thing aside.- She speaks downplaying our wet clothes. -Emily here has come to do an audition.- she warns and I look at the confused co -captain.

Chloe: Well, leaving the whole wet t-shirt thing aside.- She speaks downplaying our wet clothes. -Emily here has come to do an audition.- she warns and I look at the confused co -captain.

Y/n: Not to sound rude or anything Emily.- I tell the nervous girl with a smile. -But we can't accept anyone , Chloe , you heard the dean and she practically forbade us from auditions to avoid our 'spread'.- I remind her, putting quotation marks around the last word.

Flo: She is an heiress.- She tells me a little low.

Y/n: One what ? - I ask confused.

Chloe: She is an heiress, her mother was a Bela and therefore she has the opportunity to audition.- She explains to me and I nod not very sure. - It is in the oath of the Belas and it comes to our hair. - she says to all those present.

Y/n: But we still can't do auditions.- I say confused, scratching my eyebrow nervously for not wanting to get in trouble with the dean.

Most of the girls may be graduating this year, if not all but me; but I still have two years left and I don't want to have any problems with the dean.

Chloe: We haven't really gone to where she is.- She points to the heiress, who is nervously playing with her hands. -She has come to us and she is an heiress, so we have to audition her yes or yes.- she assures me and I sigh exhausted.

Y/n: Okay.- I accept walking to stand behind the sofa.

Amy: Let's see what you know how to do heiress.- she points to her, falling on the sofa in front of me.

Emily: I'll sing a song that I've written.- she explains. –Although I haven't really finished it yet and it still has some work to do, so don't get all worked up . It sounded borderline, I didn't want to sound borderline. - she says quickly nervously. -Fat Amy , a beautiful little pussy.- she flatters and I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

Amy: Thank you, go ahead. – Thanks clearly flattered.

Emily: When tomorrow comes, I'll be on my own ...- she begins to sing and I open my eyes surprised by her voice.

There is something in her voice that is soothing and amazing. I can't help but stare at her in complete awe, detailing every detail of her face and the gestures she's making as she sings. I watch as she closes her eyes to concentrate and I can hear a slight rise in confidence in her voice.

She smiled tenderly at the gestures she makes, since she looks very tender moving her hands with the song and with her eyes closed. I nod for her to continue, when she opens her eyes and looks at me as she sings.

Emily: ...And in the dark I found .. - stop singing. –I'm still working and it's a bit green; so .. don't take it into account.- she explains and I press my lips together to avoid laughing out loud.

He sings again, but this time she moves her arms more and she does it with a smile on her face. From one moment to the next she starts making weird noises, like a guitar or something like that and I can't help but let out a laugh.

Chloe: Will you excuse us for a moment ? - she asks when she finishes singing.

Emily: Emm , yes of course.- She accepts confused and the co - captain immediately turns around calling us to come closer.

Chloe: It's pretty good, can we take it? - She asks us all in a whisper, but not low enough so that the heiress doesn't hear her and shifts uncomfortably in her place.

Amy: What do you expect us to say ? - she asks the only captain present. -It's right there.- she whispers, pointing at the girl with her eyes.

Y/n: And she can hear us.- I warn them in a whisper, making the girls greet her with smiles and she makes an awkward gesture with her hand in response.

Amy: She's not a soloist, that's clear.- she whispers giving her opinion.

Flo / Stacie: No.- they deny along with some others.

Chloe: She has come to us, we don't break any rules.- she reminds us in a whisper.

Stacie: The legal loophole is perfect for us.- She assures us and we all nod in agreement with her.

Flo: It's always good to have an extra body, in case someone is kidnapped for ransom, put in a freezer and forced to eat leaves and gas bills.- she says and we all look at her between confused and a little disturbed.

Cynthia: We shouldn't decide anything without Beca.- she doesn't say and I nod my head in agreement.

Stacie: Isn't it strange that she haven't opened her eyes at all?- she asks us and I open my eyes looking at Emily's awkward attitude.

Amy: We're talking about her and she's right there.- She says looking at the brunette with a slightly uncomfortable smile.

Y/n: And she can still hear us.- I remind them quickly when they all smile.

Amy: Let's start with the giraffe legs.- she whispers and I open my eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Amy no.- I deny quickly. -She's in front, she's listening to us and what you just said is offensive.- I scold her with a frown.

Stacie: And then she says that she doesn't look anything like her sister.- she comments, rolling her eyes amused.

Chloe : Okay, let's vote.- she tells us. -Whoever wants it a G sharp and who doesn't want it an E flat.- she explains to us and at three we all sing a G sharp.

We all walk towards her, to stand in front of her with serious faces and not giving her a clue of the result. She sweeps her gaze over all of us quickly, until she collides with mine and stares at me with unfocused eyes.

I look at her a bit confused by her look, but I assume it will be because of my nerves and I give her a soft smile to calm her down a bit.

Chloe: Welcome to the Bellas!- she shouts excitedly and the new one screams happily.

Emily: I'm a happy junk! - screams and starts to dance in a kind of cute but weird; very weird way.

Cynthia: You can stop, you can stop.- She asks gently grabbing her wrists preventing her arms from moving.

Emily: Well, when does my initiation start ? - She asks and I look at her strangely. -An idea, I'm going to my room and I'll act surprised when you cover my head with a hood, while I ride the rubik 's cube while I sip Vodka from a compress.- she says and I look at her as if she were crazy.

Y/n: Yes , well, I'm going to change and that's it.- I say a bit confused and walk towards the stairs.

Stacie: Wait, I'll go with you.- she tells me and slaps me on the butt.

Y/n: Stacie!- I exclaim jumping on the spot and seeing how my roommate starts running up the stairs. -You're going to find out!- i scream and run after her.

I take the stairs two at a time, running down the hall until I reach the door to our room and try to get in it. I hear my friend's amused laugh from the other side of the door, when it barely opens a few inches and she closes it on the other side.

Emily's POV

I watch as the pretty blue-eyed girl runs up the stairs, following Stacie and the girls next to me laugh at them.

Chloe: You'll get used to it, they spend the day making jokes and running one after the other.- She tells me and I nod, returning my gaze to the redhead and the blonde in front of me.

Amy: They're like a TV Reality , they entertain you when you have nothing to do and there's nothing better on TV.- She explains laughing and I smiled slightly.

Chloe: This house really is a 24h Reality.- she tells me laughing and taking a sip of whatever she has in her yellow plastic cup.

Amy : But I hope you have earplugs, heiress.- She tells me taking a step back. -Because with those two can make a lot of noise at night.- she comments with an amused smile and walks towards the kitchen.

I don't know why, that last comment has caused a kind of emptiness in my stomach and I don't really understand why. I mean, the blue-eyed brunette is clearly physically attractive and has a beautiful smile.

During my test, the two times I have looked at her, she has smiled at me in a way that is unique and difficult for me to express. But her smile has somehow put me at ease and my heart has beaten a few milliseconds faster.

Although it could be because of the nerves and the fact that everyone looked at me in a serious way except her. Yes, it's probably that. I don't like girls, so I can't possibly like her and I don't even know her name.

Emily: Are they a couple ? - I ask interested, trying to seem as casual and disinterested as possible.

Chloe: Who Stacie and Y/n? - she asks pointing with her thumb to the stairs.

Emily: Yes, you know from Fat Amy 's comment.- I explain and she shakes her head smiling.

Chloe: No, they only have sporadic sex when neither of them manages to flirt at a party.- She denies amused. -Or when they're horny and the hunter needs attention.- she comments in a whisper, shrugging her shoulders unimportantly.

Emily: The hunter ? - I ask completely lost.

Chloe: It's what Stacie calls her vagina.- She answers me amused and I open my eyes in surprise.

Amy: Okay girls! It's party time!- she shouts suddenly appearing next to me and I jump in fright. –We have the tickets for Copenhagen and a new Bella! - she yells putting an arm around my shoulders at the end.

Emily: Party ? - I ask confused and a little excited, it would be my first university party and also being a Bella.

Amy: The trebels are having a party tonight.- She replies, standing next to the redhead again. -Now let's go! - she shouts and they all start walking towards the front door.

Y/n: Wait for me! - She shouts already changed and going down the stairs two by two.

I take in the clothes she's wearing and I can't help but run my eyes up and down her body. I open my mouth in awe, at how incredibly beautiful and attractive she looks. She wears a black top with a V-neckline, revealing her breasts and abs. Oh my god! She has abs.

I look down from her abs, seeing her black mom jeans and how the waist and butt area hugs her body like a glove. I snap out of my reverie when I feel someone link their arm through mine and pull me towards the door.

Jessica: Hi, my name is Jessica and her name is Ashley.- She introduces herself with a big smile and also introduces the short-haired brunette next to her.

Emily: My name is Emily.- I introduce myself focusing on them and not on the girl who just came down the stairs.

Ashley: We know, you've already introduced yourself.- she comments with a small laugh. -Anyway, welcome to the Bellas Emily, you'll see how much fun you have and the fun things we do.- she promises me with a huge smile.

Jessica: Do you know the name of the girls ? - I wonder and I shake my head.

Ashley: Perfect, we'll point them out to you and tell you their names.- She assures me, positioning herself on my free side and intertwining her arm with mine; just like Jessica.

Jessica: The short girl with black hair and a Latin accent is Flo Fuentes, she joined the Bellas about two years ago and she's a lot of fun.- She points to the girl next to the Asian girl.

Ashley: The one next door is called Lilly, she is somewhat mysterious and quiet.- she explains to me. –We don't know much about her because when she speaks she does it very very softly and we are not able to understand her.- she tells me and the blonde nods in support.

Jessica: The ones who won't stop fighting and were all wet are Stacie . Conrad and Y/n Mitchell.- she says pointing to the duo. - Stacie is the one on her back, she's a bit cheeky and she doesn't care if her opinions annoy someone. - She comments while we see how the newly named jumps and climbs on the pretty girl's back.

Ashley: Y/n is the complete opposite of her, she is a very kind and direct person, but she tries not to make what she says bother or hurt someone by being as politically correct as possible.- She explains and I nod, keeping that information locked. .

Emily: Wait Mitchell? - I ask confused, since I know of a Mitchell in the Bellas and that is Beca, the creator of the Bella sound and a legend. -I thought that the only Mitchell in the Bellas was Beca.- I comment and the two laugh, but not in mockery or something like that.

Ashley: It was two years ago.- She tells me and I'm still confused. - Y/n is Beca's little sister, she is two years younger than her and I enter the Bellas as soon as I enter university.- she explains and I nod in understanding.

Emily: So Y/ n and Beca are real sisters.- I say to make the point clear and the two nod in confirmation.

Jessica: Yes, but they are completely the opposite of each other.- She assures me with a small smile. –While Y/n is more spontaneous, sentimental, fun and smiling; Beca is more serious, firm and only smiles when she is with her sister, Chloe , Amy or when one of us falls.- She tells me and starts laughing along with the other Bella.

Ashley: It's actually funny to see Beca all rude and serious at one point, but as soon as Y/n shows up and hugs her she's a total teddy bear.- She assures me and I can't help but smile imagining it.

I'm sure that Y/n's hugs are incredible, they are surely one of those that warm you up inside and make you feel safe. I bite my lip helplessly, imagining how it will feel to have Y/n come to your side and hug you.

Jessica: Then there is Cynthia Rose, she is very funny, somewhat rude and has an impressive voice.- she tells me excitedly.

Ashley: Really all of us have good voices, the best from my point of view are those of Cynthia , Y/n, Chloe and Beca to tell the truth.- She thinks and that makes me want to hear Y/n sing in some rehearsal with all my soul.

Jessica: Don't say we told you, but Cynthia in her first year told us that she had a gambling problem, when she left it with her girlfriend and started playing poker.- she tells me in a whisper and I open my eyes surprised.

Emily: But is she better now? - I ask a little worried, gambling is something very serious and destroys many lives.

Ashley: Yes, with the help of the Bellas she got ahead and hasn't played since first grade.- she answers me with a reassuring smile.

During the way to the trebels house . They keep telling me information and basic things about all the girls in the house. I have to admit that I have asked a lot about Y/n, trying to be as subtle as possible and thus avoid raising any suspicion.

Not that I like her or anything. It's just that Y/n makes me very curious and I'd like to know about her, before I talk to her and make a fool of myself in front of her.

Because I am very clumsy and somewhat shy, so ridicule is something that is almost guaranteed. But I don't want to make a fool of myself and let her see how clumsy I am the first time we talk. So I need as much information as possible that I can get, without my interest being too noticeable and girls thinking something it's not.

NEXT

#pitch perfect #bechloeisreal #pitch perfect ships #beca mitchell #beca x chloe #chloe beale #aubrey posen #emily junk #Cynthia-Rose #emily junk x fem reader #emily junk x fem oc #female oc #fem oc #female reader #oc character #the barden bellas #fat amy #bellas

[tiny-maus-boots]

Queen of Hearts pt 15

A/N: I don’t know why I have the attention span of a squirrel when it comes to updating my fics in the order they’re supposed to be updated. In any case I finally circled back around to this one because...inbreastigation just needs to be said. Thank you thank you thank you to @chloes-yellow-cup and @kimmania for always supporting the wording. And thank you to anyone out there still hanging on. Sorry it’s late but please enjoy.

Stacie

She had thought she was being so careful. So prepared. Part of that had been taking self defense lessons from Aubrey, part of it had been that feeling of invincibility that comes with having intel from the cops. Having an ear inside had given her a false sense of bravado and now she was paying for it. Agent Esposito’s hand came down hard on the metal table that separated them. The chain on the cuffs linked to the table top rattled obnoxiously loud and Stacie couldn’t help the reflexive jump.

The truth was, no matter how hardened she thought she was becoming, she wasn’t Aubrey. Stacie was terrified and to be honest more than a little queasy. She looked at the still drying blood covering her hands and felt the bile rise up. So much blood. There had just been so much blood. And Happy…oh Happy. Stacie felt tears prickle hotly at the corners of her eyes. 

“The last time we talked I told you this would happen, didn’t I?”

Stacie raised her head, willing herself to look away from her nightmare of her still tacky hands and sticky clothes. Esposito looked down at her with so much hate. Hate and more. Pure malice. She’d seen it enough times in her husband’s eyes, she knew Alice liked hurting people in some way. Maybe not exactly like Weston, not physically. But she liked to cut people just the same. 

“I want my lawyer.”

“No.”

A tremor of fear tickled down her spine. This had all gone wrong somehow. Terribly terribly wrong. Stacie shifted uncomfortably in her chair and tried not to breathe too deeply. If she caught even a whiff of Kodie’s blood she’d throw up all over both of them. Alice smiled menacingly and leaned in across the table, making Stacie instinctively lean back to get away from the bite of the other woman’s aggressive energy. 

“That’s a violation of my rights, you can’t…”

“Shut up you stupid bitch. You have no idea how deep of a shit hole you’re in now. Your little girlfriend isn’t going to help you in here and don’t even think of running to daddy. He’s the only reason you’re still breathing, unlike your little bodyguard. But he can’t help you now. I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen and you’re going to be a good girl and co-operate. Do. You. Understand?”

A muscle near her eye twitched and for just a moment she wasn’t entirely sure she could hold down the sick churning in her stomach. It looked bad, she knew that. She was the only witness to the brutal murder of someone she had once considered a friend. Although they were not friends now and she definitely had intended to use him for any information, Stacie hadn’t wanted him dead. And then there was Happy. Stacie closed her eyes and tried not to focus on how still her friend had looked, how pale. She was going to be sick. 

When she didn’t answer Alice’s hand connected hard with her face. The shock of it snapping her out of the haze of fear that had been swallowing her whole. Pain she was familiar with. Pain she understood. Pain couldn’t be used against her anymore. The threat of it was crude, indelicate, and altogether revealing. Coldness settled over her and she raised her head with a defiant glare. She wouldn’t give Weston the satisfaction of making her cower, she damn sure wasn’t going to let Alice have it either.” 

“She’s going to end you for that.”

Alice raised her hand again but the door slammed open making them both start. Detective Mitchell looked at the Federal agent then Stacie then back to the agent. A weighted look passed between them before Beca walked to the table and gently unlocked the cuffs from her bruised and chafed wrists.

“Hate to break up your inbreastigation here but her lawyer just showed up.”

Alice sucked in a huge breath of air, her face a deep scarlet. Beca tensed and shifted her weight as if she expected a physical blow. Esposito stopped her movement as she re-evaluated the look in the Detective’s eyes.

“Yeah, don’t do that. I’m not a scared civilian chained to a table afraid of your badge.”

Beca waited another beat, watching as Alice’s hand rested threateningly on the handle of her holstered gun at her hip. A dark brow raised in challenge until the agent moved her hand away from her sidearm. Detective Mitchell gave a soft snort and finished unlocking Stacie.

“She hasn’t invoked yet! She’s the suspect in the murder of a United States Senator’s son!” 

“...eeyeahhhh about that. I’m pretty sure we’ll never know if she did because it seems you had a “tech malfunction” with the cam set up. Now, I’m not saying you turned it off to, I dunno, intimidate and beat your alleged suspect, but it definitely is looking a little suspish if you know what I mean.”

All of Alice’s anger found a new focus and she rounded on Beca pushing her back roughly, one fist raised and ready to land. The only thing staying the violence was a very sharp curved blade pressed against her throat. Beca gave the blade a light tap just to remind Alice who would get the most damage in. 

“Do it. I dare you, Esposito.”

“You did this. You tipped Posen off when we got here, now you called a suspect’s attorney…who’s side are you on Mitchell? I’ll tell you who’s, it’s whatever side lines your pockets. You’re dirty Mitchell, and I’m going to see you go down with Posen and her little whore.”

Alice backed off and Beca tucked her knife back wherever it had come from. It wasn’t lost on Stacie that the small detective kept herself between Stacie and Alice. It wasn’t lost on Esposito either. Heels clacked in the hallway and Beca smirked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Big accusation from the Fed without a case. What makes you think I tipped anyone off?”

“Because no one saw me grab her! That moron bodyguard didn’t see it coming! I didn’t bring her through processing, not a fucking person knows she’s here.”

The door pushed further in and Amy filled the space. Aubrey wasn’t there but she was felt in the room none the less. Amy studied the tableau before her then glanced at the towering figure behind her. Stacie wasn’t entirely sure what was happening or who the man was but she knew she needed to keep her mouth shut.

“So that’s going to be harassment, intimidation, assault, false imprisonment, illegal search and seizure, attempted murder and a bunch of other things I didn’t have time to Google on the way in.”

“Agent Esposito what in hell is going on here??”

“Well I’d say Chief, that you’ve a bit of a tangle to sort. This is going to be very public when the news gets wind of how the LAPD allowed federal agents to treat an upstanding member of the community. Pillar you could say. Daughter of a Senator and all that. And you.” The blonde lawyer turned her attention to the Federal Agent and sighed heavily.  “Between you and me, best to get a lawyer quick as a bunny. A very good one. Not me, mind, I do have SOME standards.”

Stacie’s eyes lit with glee as she watched Amy grimace at Esposito then Detective Mitchell. Beca raised her hands and took a step back from the scene with her usual irritating smirk in place. 

“Easy Tiger, innocent bystander.”

“Hard to believe that, c’mon Legs. We’re done with this lot.” 

She didn’t wait a second longer to stand and ease out of the room. They weren’t a dozen paces down the hall before the yelling began. Stacie looked back but Detective Mitchell wasn’t behind them. Probably better that she wasn’t. Stacie looked forward and nearly pushed Amy out of the way to get to the elevator at the end of the hall. The doors dinged open and she froze in place staring at the figure standing there impeccable as always.

“Aubrey…”

Thank God. Stacie ran the last few feet and launched herself at the blonde. Strong arms wrapped around her and she let herself tremble with the release of anxiety. Lips found hers in a soft reassuring kiss that broke only when a sob threatened to overwhelm her.

“Happy…”

“Is fine. Well. Will be fine. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Just get me out of here. Please.”

Aubrey nodded at Amy to hit the button on the elevator so she could keep Stacie tucked into her. The door closed and she allowed herself a few seconds to bask in the warmth and comfort that came with being held by Aubrey. Later she was going to need a drink. A lot of drinks. Right now she just needed this. 

A gentle hand caressed the reddened skin of her cheek and Stacie immediately locked eyes with Aubrey. A sea of emotion churned in the blonde woman’s pale green eyes. She didn’t have to ask to know who had left a mark on her. Just like Stacie didn’t have to ask what would happen. She knew. Alice was going to die.

And she was okay with that.

#pitch perfect au #stacie conrad #beca mitchell #fat amy #aubrey posen #queen of hearts

[beca-mitchell]

i'll keep runnin' just to find a way to you (1/1)

Summary: Five times Chloe celebrates her birthday with Beca, one time she doesn’t. Rated M/E.

Word count: 6.2k

Chloe is certain if she had told her freshman self that she would be celebrating her twenty-second with a bunch of eighteen-year-olds and nineteen-year-olds, she would have probably laughed. Though not unkindly - it would just have been entirely unexpected.

When Chloe started at Barden University, she had been more excited to leave. It was a pathway to get out of her parents’ house and a sure ticket to independence.

She hadn’t counted on liking it so much.

She hadn’t counted on Aubrey. The Bellas. Hell, she hadn't counted on Alice, even.

Her line of sight gravitates towards her.

She hadn’t counted on Beca Mitchell.

With fondness, Chloe watches Beca toss back a drink, laughing in a carefree manner that sends warmth through Chloe’s body. She doesn’t bother tamping it down because she’s out of here and maybe this stupid crush on Beca will finally leave her alone once and for all. She tried initially to chalk up her attraction to Beca as merely seeing too much of herself in Beca; she and Beca are more alike than Beca would care to admit, like ever, and Chloe had been driven to near insanity by her deep want to show Beca her full potential as a Bella.

And as the story goes, it turned out to be largely pure want for Beca, manifesting in a big crush, but Chloe had figured that out too late. Just a smidge.

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#my fanfic #bechloe #pitch perfect #beca mitchell #chloe beale #writing

[cheeyathebard]

Welcome to my Nightmare

Pitch Perfect SpookFest Day 2

A fluffy little Halloween tale!

According to Beca Mitchell, her best friend Chloe (with her soft, red hair... infinitely kind, piercing blue eyes... amazing body... and need to give people hugs and affection all the time), was the one person who brought her the most joy in her life.

After her parents’ divorce, teenaged Beca had decided to not let anyone in again because it was too painful when they inevitably let her down.

Except Chloe never had.

Ever.

And now Beca found herself sucked into the redhead’s perfection; which was so fucking scary, it was nightmarish!

“Here, I brought you a beer. You looked like you could use one when you came through the front door,” Chloe said as she bounced into Beca’s bedroom and dropped onto the bed next to her, handing her a yellow cup. She was dressed in short shorts and a tank top that left very little to the imagination. Not that Beca was looking or anything. Because ogling your incredibly gorgeous best friend would be creepy.

“But...” Beca looked at the cup she’d taken without thinking. “This is your special cup. Don’t YOU want to use it?”

“Meh,” the older woman shrugged, then leaned forward and kissed the brunette’s cheek. “You know I don’t mind sharing my cup with you.” She beamed a smile then and rested her head on Beca’s shoulder. “Now, want to tell me what’s going on?”

The younger woman blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I MEAN,” Chloe said pointedly. “That I know you better than you know yourself... and I know you love Halloween... but you’ve been squirreled away up here alone this evening while the rest of the Bellas have been finishing the decorating of the house. Something is clearly wrong.”

Beca immediately retreated behind her ‘I’m definitely not in love with Chloe’ wall. “Nothing’s wrong, Chlo.” I’m not in the least bit upset that you kissed that stupid guy at that stupid costume party last night, dammit! “I guess I’m just not feeling it so much this year.”

“Halloween is totally your favorite holiday. Why aren’t you feeling it?” The redhead tilted her head then. “Wait... are you missing Jesse?”

“NO!” Beca exclaimed, then cleared her throat sheepishly. “No... well... maybe I miss my friend, Jesse. But I don’t miss him as my boyfriend.”

“Good,” Chloe muttered but then quickly changed the subject as the brunette looked at her in surprise. “I think you should come downstairs and help me finish decorating the Halloween tree.”

Beca snorted. “Only Chloe Beale would feel the need to have a Halloween tree. I should have seen it coming.”

“Hey,” the redhead pouted playfully. “Be nice or I’ll take my cup back.”

“I don’t feel like being nice,” Beca said, descending into a sudden sulkiness that was ridiculously dramatic, even for her.

“Hey,” Chloe said again, this time gently. “I know there’s something wrong, Beca. You can talk to me, you know.”

“Actually...” the younger woman murmured. “I... I can’t talk to you about this. I’m sorry, Chloe.”

Light blue eyes lowered for a long moment, then lifted slowly. “You can tell me anything,” the older woman said. “Even if you might think it’s something I... may not want to hear.”

“Thing is...” Beca said slowly. “I really don’t think it IS something you’d want to hear.” I’m bisexual and in love with you. How’s that for a mic drop, Bestie?!

“God... sometimes you’re so...” Chloe got up off the bed, pacing agitatedly. “ANNOYING!”

“Annoying?” Beca shot back indignantly, hand pressed to her chest.

“YES! ANNOYING!” the redhead reiterated. “You’re sooo closed off sometimes and it drives me crazy!”

The brunette blinked disbelievingly, then waved her hands around like a lunatic. “NOT EVERYONE IS SUNSHINE AND KINDNESS AND GODDAMN PERFECTION ALL THE DAMN TIME, LIKE YOU ARE, CHLOE!!”

“AND MY TRYING TO SPREAD HAPPINESS IS A BAD THING?! REALLY????” Chloe’s fists were perched on her hips and her face was pinched in a scowl. Beca had never seen anything as hot in her life and overwhelming heat moved through her, robbing her of her internal filter.

“YES!” she yelled back, emotions finally snapping.  “IT’S A NIGHTMARE BECAUSE YOU MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU EVERY DAMN DAY!!!” There was sudden silence in the room and the redhead’s hands slowly fell from her hips as her face gentled and a little smile lifted her lips. Beca froze, staring like a deer in headlights as she realized what she’d said. ”Um...” she whispered then. “I’m sorry... I...”

But Chloe was already moving closer and cupping Beca’s face between her palms. “Welcome to MY nightmare,” she grinned, then closed the distance between them to leave a lingering kiss on the brunette’s lips. But one wasn’t enough, and she went back for more, leaning into it as she felt Beca respond with a flick of her tongue. The kiss deepened and, after long moments of gasped breathing and quiet moans, they stood in each other’s arms with their foreheads pressed together and eyes closed for a long span of pounding heartbeats. “So... maybe we can make it a dream come true?” Chloe added then, as she gazed at the younger woman, blue eyes speaking volumes.

“Yeah... I’d... I’d really love that, Chlo,” Beca replied with a tiny nod, totally drowning in the loving regard.

“Me too,” the redhead grinned, wrapping her arms soundly around the smaller woman and rocking them gently. “Happy Halloween, Bec.”

Beca melted into her, dropping little kisses on her neck as she curled her hand around its nape and softly caressed. “Happy Halloween, Chlo.”

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i hate how this is probably meant to be angsty but i made it cute bc im a fucking idiot over them

21. on a place of insecurity.

"Ah, shit."

Beca shakes out her hand as she rightens herself from her bent over position. Her pool stick digs into her other palm when she does, reminding herself just what a dumb sport she is participating in and just what a dumb person she is for allowing herself to. She taps the wider end of the stick on the bar floor just for something to do as she moves away from her competition.

"I am so bad at this."

Aubrey smirks at Beca's own aspersion. "You are." She reaches forward to pluck the white ball from one of the nets in the pool table and takes her sweet time rearranging her strategy. "You are so bad."

"No, she is not." Chloe is increasingly frustrated by the second. "Just because Beca is not as good at aiming does not mean she is bad at pool, Bree."

"Chloe. The whole point of the game is to aim." Aubrey makes her feet shoulder width apart and scores the ball right where she wants it. "You can't win otherwise."

"Yeah, well-"

"She's right." Beca's becoming exasperated at the way her former captain is destroying her reputation and confidence in a stupid round of pool. Looks like she will be tabbing the drinks tonight. "I just can't do it. My stupid small hands make it difficult for me to handle the stick, let alone aim. Aubrey is going to win this round, Chlo."

As if to prove her point Aubrey scores another two balls.

Chloe huffs. Even though Aubrey has been her friend for more than a decade it doesn't seem like Chloe's relationship with Beca anything reasonable compare. She marches right up to Beca, takes her non-dominant hand in hers, lays a soft kiss in between two knuckles.

"I love your hands. Stop being insecure about them."

Beca is just about to say something- about how gee thanks, that does not really improve her chances at victory nor the size of her hands but still she appreciates it nonetheless- when Aubrey taps her on the shoulder.

"Your turn, Mitchell. I don't think Chloe has any influence on your fingers being good at anything besides a DJing booth but sure, she can stay if it makes you feel better about losing."

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Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 2

Summary: Beca Mitchell has been having nightmares about something chasing her. She can't remember much about the dream, but she knows she wakes up just before the thing that's chasing her actually catches her.

Welcome To My Nightmare

Beca Mitchell let out a scream and sat straight up in bed. Her breaths were coming in fast bursts, and her heart pounded as if it were trying to break free from her chest.

Beca looked around her darkened room and felt as if the shadows were moving in on her. She quickly clicked on the bedside lamp and let out the breath she had been holding.

"Fuck," she mumbled, looking at the bedside clock. "I've only been in bed for a couple of hours."

Beca threw back her blankets and threw her legs over the side. She sat for a few minutes to gather her thoughts.

"Okay," Beca mumbled, picking up her notepad and pen from the bedside table. "Nightmare checklist," she read aloud. "Number one: did the dream wake me from a deep sleep? Yes. Check. Number two: was someone chasing me? Yes. Check. Number three: did I see who was chasing me? No. So, no check."

Beca stopped and ran her hand through her hair.

"This is stupid," Beca mumbled, throwing the notepad and pen back down on the table. "I thought this was supposed to help figure out why I keep having this same fucking nightmare."

Beca stood and put her hair up in a ponytail as she left her bedroom.

Beca went to her 'liquor cabinet' and took out the bottle of bourbon. She grabbed a glass and poured two fingers of the bourbon. She downed that and poured another.

By the time she had finished, the once-full bottle was now half-full.

"That should be enough to let me sleep."

Beca turned quickly and fell to the floor. She started laughing, which quickly turned into sobs.

~~ Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 2 ~~

The pounding in Beca's head woke her the next morning. Lifting her head, she wiped the drool from her cheek and looked around; she was still on the kitchen floor. It took her a moment to realize the pounding was not in her head; someone was at her door.

"At least I didn't have another nightmare," Beca muttered as she slowly stood.

"Come on, Beca," her best friend Stacie called out from outside her door. "Let me in."

"Coming," Beca called out as she stumbled to the door.

Stacie pushed inside as soon as Beca opened the door.

"Please, do come in," Beca snarked.

"Well, I can see you're not dead," Stacie said. "Fat Amy and I have been trying to call you for at least an hour. We were worried about you, so I came to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine," Beca said, going into the kitchen; Stacie followed her.

Beca grabbed the bourbon bottle and put it back in the cupboard.

"Drinking alone?" Stacie asked. "Did you have another nightmare?" Stacie held up her hand. "No, don't answer that. You look like shit, so I already know the answer."

Beca ran a hand through her hair. "So, what? I got drunk; it's the only way I can get any sleep anymore."

"I have an idea that might help," Stacie said. "There are these two researchers I heard about that have developed a process where they can get inside your dreams and help figure out what's happening. Maybe they can help you figure out why you keep having this same nightmare."

"Someone getting inside my dreams?" Beca scoffed. "Sounds a bit Twilight Zone-ish to me."

"That may be, but it couldn't hurt to try," Stacie said. "Either that or keep having the nightmare. Seems like an easy decision to me."

Beca sighed as she leaned against the counter and ran a hand down her face. "I guess it couldn't hurt."

"Good," Stacie said. "I made you an appointment for tomorrow. Try and stay awake tonight, so you'll be able to fall asleep when you're there."

"Why would you make me an appointment before you even told me about. . .this dream team thing?"

"I figured I could talk you into it if you said no," Stacie said.

"You can't make me do it," Beca said.

Stacie crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Beca. Beca stared back. After a minute, Beca caved and sighed.

"Fine, I'll do it," Beca said. "Where am I supposed to go?"

"I knew you'd see things my way," Stacie said smugly. "I'll text you the address. Your appointment is at nine, and you'll be meeting with Dr. Beale and Dr. Smith. They'll ask you questions and then set you up so you can go to sleep. Once you're sleeping, one of them will enter your dream to see if they can figure out what's going on."

"I repeat my previous statement about this being like a Twilight Zone episode," Beca said, pushing herself away from the counter. "I need to get dressed for work."

"Make sure you let them know you'll need to be off tomorrow," Stacie said. "The appointment is probably going to last a few hours."

"I will," Beca said, leaving Stacie alone in her living room.

~~ Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 2 ~~

The next morning, Beca arrived thirty minutes early for her appointment. She had finished filling out the forms she had been given and was now nervously sitting in the waiting room, knee bouncing up and down as she chewed on her fingernail.

"Beca Mitchell?"

Beca jumped up. "That's me."

"Follow me, please," the woman said. "I'm Dr. Smith, and I'll be assisting Dr. Beale with your, um, issue."

"My issue?" Beca asked. "You mean my nightmare?"

"Yeah," Dr. Smith said. "Dr. Beale will be handling the initial exam and dream entry. I'll be manning the equipment to make sure you both stay safe."

Beca stopped. "Stay safe? Is this dangerous?"

Dr. Smith stopped and looked back at Beca. "There are risks to any medical procedure, Miss Mitchell. Because of what we do, there is also a risk to whoever enters your dream. We have to take many precautions to reduce those risks. Dr. Beale will explain everything to you."

Dr. Smith turned and continued down the hall. Beca quickly ran to catch up with her.

Dr. Smith stopped and opened a door, stepping aside to let Beca enter. Beca's eyes darted everywhere, trying to take everything in. Her eyes widened when she noticed the woman coming toward her. The woman was gorgeous.

"Miss Mitchell," a red-haired woman said as she walked toward Beca with her hand outstretched. "I'm Dr. Beale. Please come in and have a seat."

Beca shook Dr. Beale's hand and then sat; Dr. Beale sat across from her. Beca tried not to stare, but she couldn't help herself; the woman was very attractive.

"You're the doctor?" Beca asked, mentally face-palming herself. "Of course, she's the doctor. She just told you she was Dr. Beale."

"Yes, I am," Dr. Beale said, looking down at a clipboard. "I see here that you keep having the same nightmare, and it is disrupting your everyday life. Can you tell me about this nightmare?"

"Um," Beca mumbled. "Someone is chasing me, and I don't know who it is or why they are chasing me. I always wake up just as I'm about to find out who it is."

"I see," Dr. Beale hummed. "From my studies, I know that being chased in your dream is one of several common dream themes stemming from feelings of anxiety in your waking life. In such dreams, you could be running from an attacker, an animal, a monster, or some unknown figure who wants to hurt or possibly kill you. Fight or flight is an instinctive response to a physical threat in the environment. Thus it is natural to run or hide or try to outwit your pursuer."

"I feel like whatever is chasing me wants to harm me," Beca said. "They may even want to kill me."

"Hmmm," Chloe hummed as she made another note on her clipboard. "Another thing about dreaming that you are being chased is an indication that you are avoiding some issues in your waking life. The actions in your dream exemplify how you respond to pressure and cope with fears, stress, or various situations. Instead of confronting the situation, you have a tendency to run away and avoid issues that you are uncomfortable with addressing."

"I, um, I do kind of do that," Beca said. "I tend to run when things get a bit too much for me."

"Let's delve a little farther into that," Chloe said. "Do you recall when this nightmare began?"

"Uh, about six months ago," Beca responded.

"Six months," Dr. Beale said, making a note on her clipboard. "Did anything major happen to you at that time?"

"What do you mean by major?"

"The death of someone close to you or perhaps you went through a bad breakup. Did something like that happen around that time?"

"No, nothing like that happened," Beca said, shifting in her seat.

"But, there was something," Dr. Beale said, prodding Beca for more.

"Well, six months ago, I got a promotion at work that I've been wanting. But that's a good thing and wouldn't cause me to have nightmares. Would it?"

"I wouldn't think so. But it may have triggered some anxiety that you're trying to keep buried. We'll know more once I get inside your nightmare and observe you."

"When are we going to do that?"

"Now, if you're up to it."

"Okay, let's do it."

~~ Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 2 ~~

"Relax, Miss Mitchell," Dr. Beale said as she placed a lead on Beca's temple.

"Please, call me Beca," Beca said.

"Okay," Dr. Beale said. "I'm Chloe. Now, once we get all these leads hooked up, we can get started. The first thing we'll do is turn down the lights and play some soft music to help you relax. I'll lay next to you, and Jessica, Dr. Smith, will hook me up. She'll start monitoring us both, and as soon as you are asleep, I'll join your dream. For the most part, I won't interact with you so your dream can come to its natural conclusion. Any questions?"

"How long will it last?"

Chloe chuckled softly. "That all depends on you. Once your dream ends, you'll wake up, and if I don't wake when you do, Jessica will wake me."

"Then what?"

"We'll sit down, and I'll tell you everything I observed," Chloe said. "Okay?"

"Okay," Beca responded.

Chloe smiled at Beca as she positioned herself on the bed next to Beca, and Jessica hooked up the leads. She smiled down at Chloe and left the room.

"Okay, ladies," Jessica said, her voice sounding through the speakers in the room. "First, the lights will go down, and then I'll turn on the music. That should relax you both enough for you to go to sleep."

Chloe took Beca's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ready?"

Beca looked over at Chloe and nodded.

"Okay, Jessica," Chloe said. "We're ready."

Jessica lowered the lights and turned on the music. She turned the knob to adjust the volume.

"Is that too low or too loud?" Jessica asked into the microphone.

"It's perfect, Jess," Chloe responded.

Beca nodded her head; she became more aware of all the wires that were attached to her and sighed.

"It's going to be okay," Chloe said. "I promise."

"I'm sorry," Beca said. "It's just. All these wires are making me tense."

"That's understandable," Chloe said. "What usually helps you relax and fall asleep."

"A couple of shots of bourbon helps a lot," Beca replied.

Chloe chuckled. "We can't do that," she said. "It may mess with your usual sleep patterns. Not to mention cause you not to dream."

"Right," Beca said. "The music is nice. Maybe if I just lay here and listen to it, it will help relax me so I can fall asleep."

"Okay," Chloe said. "I'll do the same, and I'll see you in your dreams."

A few minutes later, Chloe noticed Beca's breathing had become shallow and even. She looked over at her. Beca's eyes were closed, and her face looked relaxed.

"Okay, Jess," Chloe said quietly. "I think it's time."

"On it," Jessica said.

Chloe settled back and closed her eyes. She regulated her breathing and soon was asleep.

Chloe found herself in a bedroom with a younger-looking Beca and a man.

"No, daddy," Little Beca cried. "Leave the light on."

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Beca," Mr. Mitchell said, turning the light off. "You're a big girl now. So, go to sleep, and I'll see you in the morning."

Little Beca covered her face and cried. Chloe's heart went out to the little girl.

Suddenly, Chloe found herself watching an older Beca storming out of a house with the same man she knew was Beca's father yelling after her.

"And don't bother coming back!"

Beca stopped and faced the house. "Don't worry, I won't! I hate you! And your new wife!"

Beca stormed off, and Chloe watched until the scene changed again.

This time, she found herself at a gravesite. She looked around and saw Beca crying next to a woman who looked like her, only much older. The only other person there was a minister who was talking about God and Heaven.

The gravesite service ended, and the woman put her arm around Beca's shoulder.

"Come on, Beca," the woman said. "Let's go home."

Beca let the woman lead her away, looking back over her shoulder as two men began shoveling dirt over the coffin.

"Beca can't be more than sixteen," Chloe thought to herself.

The scene changed again, and Beca was now running down a dark street as if someone was chasing her. Chloe looked behind Beca but did not see anyone.

Beca continued to run, and Chloe soon found herself standing in a room with Beca, whose back was against the door, as she tried to catch her breath.

Chloe jumped slightly when there was a sudden banging on the door. She watched as Beca's eyes grew wide, and she pressed back against the door to keep it from being opened.

"Beca?" Chloe called, getting Beca's attention.

"Ahh!" Beca cried out. "Wh-what?"

"It's okay, Beca," Chloe said. "I'm going to leave you alone for a moment, so I can find out who's banging on the door. Okay?"

"O-okay," Beca said, then gasped when Chloe disappeared.

Chloe found herself on the other side of the door. It was her turn to gasp when she saw who was banging on the door. She quickly rejoined Beca.

"Beca," Chloe said. "Listen to me. You need to wake up now. Okay? Just wake up."

~~ Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 2 ~~

Beca suddenly woke with a start, sitting up in the bed, panting. She looked around to find she was in the bed with Chloe. She went to run her hand through her hair, only the leads stopped her.

"Shit!" Beca cried out.

"Beca, are you alright?" Jessica's voice came through the speaker.

"Um, yeah," Beca said. "I'm good."

Chloe woke up and immediately began removing the leads that were attached to her. Beca watched as her breathing began to return to normal.

"We need to talk about what I observed," Chloe said as she started removing Beca's leads.

"Okay," Beca said after the last lead was removed. "What did you observe?"

"Let's go to another room, and then we can talk," Chloe said, getting off the bed.

"Come this way, Beca," Jessica said from the doorway. "I have a room ready."

Beca followed Jessica, with Chloe following close behind. They entered a small room with a table and three chairs. Chloe and Jessica sat; Beca stood by the door.

"Please, have a seat, Beca," Chloe said.

Beca slowly made her way over and sat; she was sitting between Chloe and Jessica.

"I'm going to start from the first scene I encountered," Chloe said. "Will that be okay with you, Beca?"

"That's fine," Beca said.

"Okay," Chloe responded. "When I first entered your dream, you were just a young girl, maybe five or six. And, a man whom you called daddy was putting you to bed. You wanted the light left on, but he turned it off. You were upset when he did that."

"I was afraid of the dark," Beca said. "But, my father thought I was old enough not to be afraid. He was wrong, and I'm still afraid of the dark."

"I see," Chloe said. "After that, the next scene was you storming out of a house while you yelled at your father."

"I told him I was gay, and he kicked me out of his house," Beca said, teary-eyed. "He and his new wife didn't care that I was only fourteen. I went to my grandma's house. She took me in and raised me until I left to go out on my own."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Chloe said, placing a comforting hand over Beca's.

"It was what it was," Beca said, shrugging.

"Okay, so the next scene I encountered was you standing with an older woman at a gravesite," Chloe said.

"That must have been my mother's funeral," Beca said, teary-eyed. "It was just my grandma and me there to pay our last respects. I was sixteen when she died. My dad didn't show up. I thought he would come out of respect for her, but I guess he couldn't stand to be around his gay daughter."

Jessica handed Beca a tissue. Beca thanked her and wiped her eyes.

"So, um, what else did you see?" Beca asked. "I know I was being chased, and you were there. But I didn't see who was chasing me, did you?"

"Yes, I did," Chloe said. "Before I say anything more, I think you may want to talk to a psychologist. They study mental states, perceptual, cognitive, emotional, and social processes and behavior. Their work often involves the experimentation, observation, and interpretation of how individuals relate to each other and to their environments. I think they will be more likely to help you than we would."

"Why? What did you see?" Beca asked, sitting up straighter in her chair.

"Um, well," Chloe said. "I got a very clear look at who was banging on the door after chasing you into that room."

"Who was it?" Beca asked, her voice rising. "Who did you see?"

"Your father."

"My dad?!" Beca exclaimed.

"Yes," Chloe said. "The person that has been chasing you in your nightmare is your father."

"Does that mean my dad wants to kill me?" Beca asked.

"I can't be sure," Chloe said.

"But you have some idea, right?" Beca said.

"I do," Chloe said, running a hand through her hair. "All the scenes I witnessed had you interacting with your father in an angry manner. You were angry when he turned off the light and when he threw you out of his house. Then you were angry at him when he didn't show up for your mother's funeral. I think you still have a lot of unresolved anger toward your father; that's why I suggest you speak to a psychologist. They can help you dig deep down and figure it out. I'm sorry we can't do any more than what we've done."

"No, um, that's okay," Beca said. "It actually explains a lot. I'll take your suggestion and talk to a psychologist. I think you're right that they could help me deal with my anger toward my father."

Chloe smiled and stood. "I'm glad. Perhaps you'll keep us informed of what happens."

"I can do that," Beca said. "Thank you both."

"We're glad we were able to help," Jessica said. "Even if we couldn't give you all the answers you were looking for."

"Maybe not," Beca said, smiling. "But, you gave me a good place to start."

~~ Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022 - Day 2 ~~

Six months later, Beca walked into the dream research office and sat down with Chloe and Jessica. She had made an appointment to let the two know how things were going.

"What can we do for you, Beca?" Jessica asked.

"I wanted to thank you both again," Beca said cheerfully. "Your advice worked. I've been seeing a psychologist, and one of their recommendations was to confront my father in my dream. I did and yelled at him about everything he did that made me angry. Since I did that, I've only had that nightmare once."

"Beca!" Chloe squealed, jumping up to hug her. "That's wonderful news."

"Thanks," Beca said before releasing Chloe.

"Thanks for letting us know," Jessica said.

"I promised I would," Beca said and looked at her watch. "Oh, I have to get back to the studio. Thank you both again."

Later that night, Beca was lying in bed when she started dreaming. It started out innocently enough but quickly turned into a nightmare. A nightmare where someone was chasing her again. As she had done in her previous nightmare, she turned to confront whoever it was, expecting to see her father. Instead, she was shocked because when she turned, Beca was looking directly into the smirking face of Dr. Chloe Beale.

"What are you doing in my dream?" Beca asked.

"The question should be, am I in your dream, or are you in mine?" Chloe asked with a grin.

"I, um," Beca stammered, unsure how to respond.

She gasped when Chloe suddenly leaned in to kiss her. Beca kissed her back, and suddenly Beca felt a pain in her stomach. She looked down and saw a knife in Chloe's hand. She looked at Chloe, and Chloe was grinning at her.

"Welcome to your new nightmare," Chloe said.

Beca woke up with a start and sat up in her bed.

"What the fuck was that?" Beca muttered.

#ppsf22.2 #Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #Jessica Smith #Stacie Conrad #Pitch Perfect Spookfest 2022

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EMILY JUNK x READER

YOU’RE MY FLASHLIGHT (PART 4)

A/N: hello people! Yes, it's what you think it is. Two updates in a week! I will never say it enough, but I wanna thank you so much for finding the time to read, like and comment my stories. I appreciate it so so much! ❤���

Sending love ❤️

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Summary: Y/N and Emily have fun betting on a few Bellas couples right before Y/N has a big revelation.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 3256 words.

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"Hey Y/N have you seen my- oh shit sorry!" Emily asked as she opened the door to Y/N’s and Stacie’s room without knocking before stopping abruptly and covering her eyes in embarrassment when she saw Y/N leaning down on her bed while Stacie stood between their beds with a pair of panties and nothing more. "I-I’ll j-just g-go!"

"No Em stay, you can help too! Come in and close the door." Stacie stopped Emily in her tracks, smiling at the brunette already halfway out of the room with her hand still covering her eyes and with her face red as a tomato, "you can look Em, I’m not shy with my body."

"Oh yeah I-ehm- I noticed." Emily tentatively lowered her hand down and let her eyes adjust to the light in the room, before her brown hues settled on Y/N’s figure laying down on her bed with an exasperated look on her features. She smiled brightly at her and sat beside her outstretched legs, "hi!"

"Hey Em! Please help Stacie find the perfect outfit that she will probably take off an hour into the party she is going to." Y/N quipped with a smug grin, but Emily noticed that in her eyes there wasn’t a glint of malice or judgement, just teasing and fondness.

"Oh you know me so well Mitchell!" Stacie’s laugh was muffled due to her head stuffed in her drawer as she searched something in there. "I need to look super hot tonight."

"Stace it’s only a stupid frat party and you always dress to impress. Why tonight is any special?" Y/N asked curiously but when she saw the girl fidget with a shirt in her hand as her eyes strayed on the floor, she decided to drop the subject and ask her when they were alone. Stacie was an open book to anyone, especially the Bellas. They were family to her. But she had her insecurities and sometimes she opened up with Y/N first before doing it with the others. This was one of those times.

Emily stared at the two curiously, noticing Stacie’s stiff body and decided to light up the moment. "Show me what you showed to Y/N. This one is the worst in giving fashion advices."

"Hey!" Y/N protested indignantly and slapped Emily’s arm lightly, causing an melodious laugh leave her lips that made Y/N smile dumbly at her like she just heard angels sing. Stacie’s eyes focused on the two just a second, smirking inwardly at how cute they looked together, before grabbing her first choice of clothing and showing it to Emily.

After a few denied choices and a just a little bickering between Emily and Y/N on a few clothes, Emily sighed out happily when Stacie finally turned around to find a few more items to show her friends, giving her back to them. She was tired of trying to look anywhere but Stacie’s naked chest. "Can I ask you why aren’t you wearing a bra?"

"She just loves flashing her boobs to anyone." Y/N’s quipped in quickly before squealing loudly when a pair of denim shorts hit her face.

"My bra constrict my chest a lot, so I wear it only when I have to get dressed up."

"Fair enough."

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"Ugh cheap beer, great." Y/N grimaced at the taste and left her red cup on a near counter before finding something stronger to help her get going with this lame party.

"Y/N!" The girl turned around when she heard someone yell her name and smiled brightly when she saw her sister approach her.

"Hey sis! Where have you been?"

"I just got out from work, I barely had time to change for the party. Have you seen Chloe?"

"Oh you mean your girlfriend. Nope, I haven’t seen her yet." Y/N smirked smugly at her sister’s blushing face and took a sip of the cocktail she mixed up before her sister’s arrival.

"Shut up. She is not my girlfriend." Beca countered back and snatched the red cup from Y/N’s hand to take a big gulp, causing the girl to roll her eyes in fond exasperation before turning around and preparing herself that same concoction.

"But you wish she was." Y/N nonchalantly added a minute after and dodged the punch her sister threw at her, laughing loudly at the red faced brunette and side-hugged her tightly.

"Beca! Y/N!"

"AUBREY!" The two sisters yelled excitedly as soon as their eyes settled on the person who yelled their names and run towards the tall blonde to hug her tightly with Chloe on her tail.

"What are you doing here at this lame party?" Y/N quipped before hugging Chloe tightly that was right behind Aubrey.

"Oh well I just started my job at a retreat camp to save up some money before starting my master program. Tonight is my night off so I decided to play a visit to my favorite people!"

"Aubrey! It’s so good to see you!" Y/N’s ears picked up that sweet voice she started to love so much and turned around with a brighter-than-the-sun grin at the approaching brunette, seeing Stacie right behind her.

"Our legacy! Hi!" They hugged briefly and while Emily greeted Beca and Chloe, Y/N had the time to focus on Stacie’s and Aubrey’s interaction, noticing how the two were acting very shy all of a sudden before hugging longer than a friendly hug should last. It can’t be possible, can it? The younger Mitchell thought excitedly as she met Stacie’s eyes for a brief second before the tall blonde focused back on Aubrey and started a small conversation.

"Hey hottie, wanna dance?" Y/N rolled her eyes when she heard a male voice near her and was ready to tell him to fuck off to help Stacie protect herself from douchebags, but was pleasantly surprised when Aubrey immediately spoke up.

"She was having a conversation you jerk. Get lost." The guy scoffed at her but when she stared at him with her infamous murderous look, he immediately turned around and walked away.

Y/N then saw Stacie grab a bottle of tequila before grasping Aubrey’s hand and walking upstairs hearing something about finding a quieter place to talk. Y/N turned around to Chloe focused on mixing a cocktail for herself before meeting Beca’s and Emily’s just as much confused eyes, both shrugging in puzzlement at what they just witnessed.

"Hey Becs, wanna dance?" Y/N contained her snort when her sister answered ‘yes’ too quickly to be considered normal and let herself be pulled on the dance floor with a loving, dumb face on by the redhead, leaving Y/N and Emily on the side, leaning on a wall.

"I bet 20 bucks they are getting together at the end of the semester." Y/N spoke up nonchalantly as she stared the two walk further in the living room before taking a sip of her drink, hearing Emily chuckle beside her right after.

"30 bucks they are gonna kiss in two weeks."

"So confident Junk. I like it." They shook their hands together to seal their bet and laughed at their antics. A few seconds later Y/N spoke up again, "did you notice-"

"Stacie acting shy for the first time since I met her. Yeah."

"Oh my god you noticed that too! I thought I was imagining things!"

"Nope, she was shy and blushing all the time. And did you see Aubrey react to that guy hitting on her?! I ship it!"

"Oh my god yes! I never saw Stacie so insecure of herself!"

Emily was silent for a few seconds, a pensive look etched on her furrowed eyebrows, before a smirk fell on her lips, "how about, 10 bucks they are gonna kiss tonight?" Emily offered with a smirk and Y/N shook her head in amusement.

"Nah, I never saw Stacie have a crush before. I know her. She is gonna chicken out. 15 bucks they are kissing in the next month."

"You’re so on Mitchell!" The two laughed care-freely as the shook hands for their second bet of the night.

"H-Hey!" The two girls focused their attention on the person standing next to them and both smiled politely.

"Benji, right?" Y/N spoke up first after noticing Emily staying silent and waving gently at him, waving at him enthusiastically instead before rolling her eyes fondly at Jesse approaching them with two red cups in his hands.

"Hello Bellas fresh meat!" Jesse nodded at them as a greeting and handed Benji his drink, who thanked him and grabbed the red cup. "What’s up?"

"Oh nothing much, we were just chilling." Y/N answered and bumped Emily’s shoulder with her own, startling her as if she was just waking up her reverie and nodded at her and smiled brightly.

"How are you guys?" Emily asked, meeting the two Treblemakers’ eyes soon after to wait for their answer, only to jump up in fright when Benji, in the middle of taking a sip, spit a bit of his drink before stuttering an apology. Emily jumping back a bit to avoid the drink to spill on her outfit, made her body collide with Y/N’s one, the girl instinctively wrapping her arm around the girl’s hips to prevent Emily to stumble in her feet and fall on the ground, a motion that immediately made Emily lean into the touch that spread warmth in the Y/E/C girl’s chest.

"S-s-sorry!"

"Owh man! Let’s get you another drink, c’mon!" The two boys waved at them in goodbye and walked away, the two girls noticing Jesse whispering something into Benji’s right ear, but they didn’t think about it too much.

"Wanna dance?" Y/N asked after finishing her drink and laying it on the nearest table, looking at Emily with fondness swimming in her eyes when she noticed the brunette bobbing her head rhythmically to the music playing in the house.

"Oh my god, YES!" Emily screeched enthusiastically before throwing her head back to finish her own drink, laying her cup beside Y/N’s one then grabbing the girl’s hand and dragging her on the makeshift dance floor. Y/N’s hands instinctively laid on the girl’s waist when she felt Emily’s ones circle her neck, causing them to move closer as they danced rhythmically with the music. Y/N was inebriated by everything Emily. Her laugh, her perfume, her eyes, her smile. She was pretty sure the dizziness she was feeling right now was not from the alcohol she just consumed, but from the mesmerizing beauty she had in front of her eyes.

And just there, dancing care-freely with the brunette, Y/N came to a realization. She was falling for Emily Junk and she was falling hard.

-

"Ugh, I’m exhausted." Y/N looked up from her laptop, typing away an essay she already started working on so she had more time to create a perfect mix for WORLDS, neatly placed on her crossed leg on her comfy position on the couch, when she felt a body crash down on the couch and a head lay right beside her thigh, brushing it softly.

"Hello to you too." Y/N quipped with an amused laugh as she saved what she wrote so far and closed the laptop to place it on the coffee table, lifting her hands without saying anything and silently waiting the girl to readjust on the couch and lay her head comfortingly on her crossed legs. This wasn’t uncommon for them. The two started some sort of routine where physical touch was always in the picture. So every time they studied together, or watched a movie or just talked about anything, they were always touching, that was their hands entwined, them cuddling, caressing each other hair and so on. So it wasn’t a surprise for them when Emily immediately laid her head on Y/N’s crossed legs with just Y/N lifting her hands up waiting for her to do just that. She absentmindedly caressed the girl’s soft, brown locks while smiling down at her, immediately getting lost into those magnetic, brown pools. "How was your day?"

"Pretty chill, but Chloe’s training this morning wrecked me. I’m so tired, ugh."

"Understandable, I felt pretty tired too. I put some ice on my thighs muscles and now I feel totally refreshed. Wanna try it? It may help you too." Y/N suggested in a soft tone, gingerly moving a strand of hair away from Emily’s forehead and placing it behind her ear and waited for an answer.

"Anything to get this pain off." Emily murmured on the girl’s stomach and hugged her waist in appreciation for the girl’s thoughtfulness. All the while Y/N was trying really hard to not let her mind wonder away from Emily’s head placement and to stop her stomach from doing somersaults at the intimacy their position radiated.

"Okay, get up. You need to lay down properly. In the meantime we can watch something." Y/N patted Emily’s back gently and waited for the brunette to begrudgingly get up from the couch before sitting up too. When she noticed Emily wasn’t walking up the stairs but was plainly staring at them with a pained expression on her face, she rolled her eyes fondly and tutted at her in amusement, "Em, you need to walk up the stairs to go into your bedroom."

"I was literally hoping the bedroom would magically appear if I stared for a while at the stairs, but alas, it won’t happen, will it?"

"Sadly no, sweetie. Okay-" Y/N sighed gently and without warning lifted Emily up and carried her upstairs bridal style.

"Y/N!" Emily screeched at the sudden movement and clawed herself on Y/N’s shoulders in fear, not wanting to fall on the ground and getting hurt. "Shit, you’re strong Mitchell." Emily pointed out in surprise when she reopened her eyes and noticed the girl was walking up the stairs while carrying her in her arms effortlessly. The brunette completely ignored the blush she felt warming up her cheeks.

"Well it seems working out everyday has its perks in the end." Y/N joked as she reached the first floor and walked towards Emily’s room, "can you open the door?" Emily did as Y/N asked and immediately missed the girl’s warmth when she laid her on the mattress and started walking out of the room, presumably going to retrieve a few bags of ice for her muscles.

"Okay in 20 minutes everything will feel better." Y/N patted Emily’s knee and went to put Emily’s bag on the her desk when a green notebook with a few musical notes drawn on the cover caught her attention, "what’s this?"

Emily lifted her eyes up from watching the bags of ice and laid on the object in Y/N’s right hand, "oh, that’s the journal where I write down ideas for songs." Emily smiled brightly with her eyes shining with pure joy while talking about her music, "c’mere, I wanna show you something."

Y/N walked towards Emily’s bed and laid beside her, careful in not moving her too much to prevent the ice bags to fall off her legs, and handed the brunette her notebook, watching her opening on a page and letting her read what was on it. "Wait a second, this is the song you sang on your audition."

"Yup, it’s almost finished."

"Em, this is amazing!" Y/N lifted her Y/E/C irises from the page and met Emily’s brown ones enthusiastically, "you’re an amazing songwriter!"

"Thank you." Emily replied to Y/N’s compliment sheepishly, playing with the corner of the page, "who knows, maybe you will produce it one day."

"Oh definitely! I would be your producer for sure. You are incredibly talented Em."

"So are you Mitchell. But to clarify our work relationship-" Emily paused for a few seconds before smirking at the girl waiting patiently for her next words, waving her right hand between them, "I am your boss, not the other way around."

Y/N laughed heartily at the joke as she shook her head fondly, "oh Junk. That’s not going to happen, trust me. I’ll be the one in charge. But keep dreaming all you want."

-

The house was oddly quiet and Y/N was taking advantage of this relaxing silence with chilling on her bed and playing some music as she organized their set list for their upcoming trip to Copenhagen and touched up their mashup for a gig Chloe got them for the next day. Her peaceful evening was interrupted when she head the door close and feet walking up the stair in muffled thumps. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, the girls all had to study with their respective friends and Beca had to work late, so she wasn’t expecting anyone to be home this early. When she heard the footsteps walk up the stairs that lead to Beca’s and Amy’s room the Y/H/C girl’s confusion only deepened, causing her to stare into space for a few seconds before she instinctively stood up to follow the mysterious person into Beca’s room.

"Becs?" Y/N tentatively asked on the last step as her eyes fell on her sister’s body curled up on the bed and staring blankly at the closed laptop.

"Hey…" Beca answered in a hushed tone, meeting her sister’s worried eyes for a brief second before focusing her irises on her fingers playing with her rings.

"What’s wrong?" Y/N approached Beca’s bed and sat beside her, her hands reaching her calf to caress her leg comfortingly.

"Nothing’s wrong." Beca answered dryly, trying desperately to avoid her sister’s gaze fearing her eyes brimmed with tears would spill them in a second.

"Yeah I can clearly see that. You can talk to me Bec."

A sob broke the silence that wrapped around the two sisters, causing Y/N to pull Beca’s body close to hers to try to calm her down, hearing her sister take deep breaths to regain her composure. A few minutes passed before Beca pulled away definitely with a whispered thank you as she wiped away the few tears that fell down her cheeks, "it seems I’m not that good as a producer."

"Why do you say that? You’re amazing!"

"Not according to my boss." Y/N lifted her eyebrow in question and her clearly confused face made Beca smile at that cute sight before continuing with her explanation, "I helped him with an idea for Snoop Dogg’s Christmas album and he was intrigued by my talent, so he asked a few demos to listen to. I gave him our best mashups, but he didn’t like them. Well he did, but he said I only gave him mashups. He wanted real music not mashups. I racked my brain to exhaustion all day to find inspiration, but I have 0 ideas."

"Okay, well it’s not that messed up. You just need to clear your head a bit. Relax for just a few days and we’ll think about what to do. When is your deadline?"

"He is busy the next few days, so he gave me about a week."

"Okay, we can work with that." Y/N nodded determined and smiled encouragingly at Beca, who reciprocated the gesture with a small, shy grin. "Let’s just watch a movie and chill till the Bellas will come back home. We have to perform tomorrow. After that, we’ll start working on a mind-blowing song that will make you a badass producer."

"You’re the best Y/N/N."

"I know. At least one of us has to be." Y/N joked and dodged the punch Beca wanted to hit her with, both giggling shortly before settling on Beca’s bed and start a random movie.

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Some Beca Mitchell Headcanons:

• Cat person

• Stranger Things Fan

• Has an insane amount of oversized t-shirts

• All lowercase texting and uses keyboard to make faces - e.g :) - in place of emojis

• Grew up on cartoons

• Not afraid of the big thrill rides at Amusement Parks and drags the other Bellas on them because she thinks it's funny to see their reactions, especially Chloe who is terrified and screams the whole time

• Claims board games are stupid but can get extremely competitive when she plays

• Owns a few mini cacti because she's really bad at keeping any other plants alive

• Wears a lot of rings

• Bo Burnham fan

• Takes loads of naps meaning she has a messed up sleep schedule

• Not a summer person

• Loves pasta

• If she got injured e.g broke a bone she would refuse to go to the doctor claiming she can carry on but Chloe would force her to go

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#5

Hi!! I think your writing is awesome 😍😍 if you could, could you write the “ i feel like shit. “ “ you look like it, too. “ “ hey! “ prompt?? Hope you're well!! 🥰💖

Thank you so much for sending this!

I'll be honest I don't know if this is any good. I feel like halfway through writing I got suddenly really confused about tenses and it was like I forgot how to write. I don't even know if I fixed it or not, but I think it's okay?

Or maybe it sucks, I don't know.

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Chloe stifles a yawn as she stirs sugar and cream into her coffee.

Behind her, Beca is sitting up at the kitchen island, her head resting on her folded arms.

It’s early, and Beca hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep in days.

Chloe turns and pushes a mug of coffee towards her, trying to push down the worry in her stomach as she does.

Beca opens a bleary eye when she feels the mug brush against her hand. She gives a soft grunt. “Thanks.”

She forces herself to sit upright, the heel of her hand rubbing at her eye.

“Are you alright?” Chloe asks.

“I feel like shit,” Beca replies, taking a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, you look like shit,” Chloe says.

“Hey,” Beca pouted. “You aren’t supposed to agree!”

Chloe laughs and leans forward to tuck a strand of hair behind Beca’s ear. Her hand cups Beca’s face, and her thumb sweeps across her cheekbone. “You look tired, baby.”

“Yeah, I think I’m something beyond tired now. I think I left tired behind last week.” She checks the time on her phone. “I gotta go.”

Chloe sighs before taking Beca’s coffee and pouring it into her travel mug. “Home by dinner, okay? You promised.”

“I know.” Beca accepts the mug and plants a kiss on the corner of Chloe’s mouth. “No later than six.”

“And if you are going to be late - which you aren’t allowed to be - you have to call me,” Chloe says, watching her clearly exhausted girlfriend grab her jacket from the hook by the door.

“You got it, Beale,” Beca replies, before heading out of the door.

It’s 6:30 pm when Beca finally calls.

Chloe’s both annoyed and relieved when she sees Beca’s name on her screen, and she tries to hold back the bite of anger that she’s sure is going to come out.

“You’re late,” she said.

“You’re going to laugh at me,” is Beca’s response.

She sounds miserable and tired and a little sheepish all at once.

It takes effort to stay mad at Beca when she sounds this pathetic, but Chloe felt like for once she might manage it.

“What could possibly be funny about this?” Chloe asked.

“Look, I know I’m technically late, but I did leave work on time,” Beca said. “I left early, even.”

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87 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#4

*banging on a table* Part 2! Part 2! Part 2!

Here it is! It's long as hell! And once again it's very heavy and angsty and everything the last chapter was.

The chapter is broken up into little snapshots, each one taking place after a time jump.

Trigger warning(s): abuse and alcoholism

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Part 1

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That afternoon

“Doing okay?” Chloe asked, glancing across the car as they drove to Beca’s house. Beca let out a soft laugh, her head resting against the window. “Right. Stupid question.”

“Very stupid,” Beca said. “But thank you for asking it.”

They pulled up outside Beca’s house, but Beca made no effort to move.

She was tired, and sad, and her face was throbbing.

“I hate this,” Beca said.

“I know,” Chloe said. “I’m so sorry, Beca.”

“Why are you sorry?” Beca asked. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Me away from her?”

“Not like this,” Chloe said. “And just because this might be the right thing, doesn’t mean it’s an easy thing.”

Beca swallowed the lump in her throat. “This time yesterday, I was making my Mom a cup of tea, because she had a headache.” Beca sniffed. “And because of that, my life is… It’s completely different.”

Beca got out of the car and made her way into the house.

Chloe followed behind but kept her distance. She couldn’t begin to imagine how hard this was for Beca, and she wanted to give her space.

“Do you want me to help pack your room up?” Chloe asked as they entered the house.

“No,” Beca said. “There isn’t much in there, it won’t take long.”

Chloe watched her climb the stairs before her eyes travelled around the living room.

Her stomach turned as she saw the shards of broken glass on the floor, and the small drops of blood. Beca’s blood.

She looked away, trying to find something to focus on that didn’t make her stomach turn.

Upstairs, Beca was standing in her room for what felt like the last time.

She didn’t know if she’d be able to be here when it was packed up. When decisions were made about what to keep, what to sell, and what to throw away. She didn’t even know what would happen to the stuff that would be kept. She didn’t even know where her Mom was planning on living after rehab. 

She felt that ache of sadness in her chest again, and she sat down on her bed. 

She didn’t know how she was going to get through this.

It felt like she’d been sitting there for a long time before she finally heard the stairs creaking.

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91 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

#3

“ are you okay with me staying the night? “ from the prompt list 😊

So I'm not gonna lie, this one completely got away from me haha

Usually, when I'm writing prompts, I don't have a solid plan and I just start writing and see what happens and, well, this happened.

It's long and heavy with some angst thrown in for good measure.

Thank you for sending this prompt, I think I liked what I wrote, and honestly wouldn't be opposed to a part 2.

Trigger warnings: abuse, alcoholism

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“Are… are you sure you’re okay with me staying the night?” Beca asked, looking up as Chloe entered the room. “It’ll just be for one night, I promise. My Mom should have cooled off by tomorrow.”

“Bec, you can stay as long as you want,” Chloe said, sitting beside her on the edge of the bed. “You know that. You know you’re always welcome here.”

Beca swallowed and nodded, but didn’t trust her voice not to break when she spoke, so she didn’t say anything else. 

Chloe placed her hand on Beca’s arm and gave it a soft squeeze, frowning when Beca winced at the contact. 

“Beca-”

“It’s nothing,” Beca said, quickly, pulling her arm away.

“Beca. Did… did something happen?” Chloe asked, reaching out for Beca’s hand again. 

“N-no,” Beca said, standing, moving away from the bed. “It was my fault. I… this was a mistake, I should go home.”

“No,” Chloe said, also standing. “Please don’t go. I don’t want you to go back there.”

“She didn’t do anything,” Beca said, hesitating as she stood by the door. “It was my fault.”

“Okay,” Chloe said. “Okay. But… it doesn’t matter whose fault it is, if you’re hurt, then we need to do something about it.” 

“I’m fine,” Beca said. “It’s fine.”

“I could get my Mom to take a look? You know, ‘cause she’s a doctor?”

Beca nodded, blinking back tears. 

“Okay,” Chloe said. “I’ll, um, I’ll go speak to her. It’s gonna be okay, Bec. Please… please don’t leave?”

“I won’t,” Beca said, sniffing, and then laughing. “I…” Beca swallowed. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Chloe pulled her into a hug. “Come on.”

Helen Beale was sitting at the kitchen table, working on her laptop with a mug of tea when Chloe approached her. 

“Mom?”

She looked up from her laptop to her seventeen-year-old daughter, and then looked past her to her daughter’s best friend. 

Beca had spent more time at her house than she could count, but she always looked apologetic for being there. Like she was scared of intruding. She was always trying to make herself seem smaller. As if she could disappear if she tried hard enough. 

“You girls okay?” Helen asked. 

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107 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

#2

bechloe week day 1: sneaking around

Words: 1846

Notes: It’s bechloe week! I think I mentioned before that I didn’t think I’d be writing every prompt this year, and yeah that’s going to be the case. I have an idea for a couple that I’d like to write (plus this one) but I won’t be doing all of them. 

Anyway, enjoy day 1! 

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Beca tried not to glance over her shoulder for a third time as she made her way across campus, past the grand building which contained her father’s office, and towards the auditorium where Bellas’ rehearsals were held.

Normally there’d be nothing suspicious about Beca leaving her dorm and making the short walk to the auditorium, but it was close to 10 pm on a Sunday night, so it would be hard to convince anyone she ran into that she was simply heading to a rehearsal.

She tried to remind herself that no one was likely to ask. Nobody cared why she was sneaking around the campus at night. Nobody would even give her a second glance.

It still didn’t stop her from tugging her hood up over her head and turning away as she passed by her father’s building, just on the off chance that he would be working late. On a Sunday.

She felt ridiculous, but she did it anyway, hands pushing deeper into her pockets as she quickened her pace.

As she reached the auditorium, she caught sight of the person who made all this sneaking around worth it. She felt the knot of anxiety in her stomach loosen and her shoulders started to relax.

Chloe, who had been talking on the phone, spotted her approaching and smiled.

“I gotta go ‘Bree, speak to you later,” Chloe said, grinning at Beca as she ended the call and slipped her phone back into her pocket. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” Beca replied, smiling, feeling the calm relief that only Chloe could make her feel. “Have you been waiting long?”

Chloe shook her head, turning to unlock the door of the auditorium. “Aubrey always makes me call her when I’m heading out. She doesn’t like me walking around by myself this late.”

Beca felt a familiar pang of guilt in her stomach as she followed Chloe through the door.

“That wasn’t a dig, by the way,” Chloe said, taking hold of Beca’s hand now that the outside world couldn’t see them.

“I know,” Beca said. If there was one thing she knew about Chloe, it was that she was a well of patience and understanding. 

“And I haven’t told her about us,” Chloe said, taking hold of Beca’s other hand, walking backwards as she pulled her away from the door and further into the darkness of the auditorium. “I haven’t told anyone.”

“I know,” Beca said again. Add that to the list of things she knew about Chloe Beale. Patient, understanding, trustworthy. 

“Then why does your face look like that?” Chloe asked, stopping, smiling as she felt Beca bump into her. There was just enough moonlight peaking through the high-up windows that Chloe could make out Beca’s expression.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re worried,” Chloe said, kissing one cheek, then the other, then her lips. “Like you’re thinking too much.”

“I just… I hate that we have to do this,” Beca said. “I hate that I have to keep you a secret.”

“Bec, it’s okay,” Chloe replied, her hands squeezing Beca’s before moving to rest on her hips. “You aren’t ready yet. I’m happy to wait until you are.”

“I… I want to be ready,” Beca said. “It’s just… My Dad works here…”

“I know,” Chloe said. “Believe me, I get it, you don’t have to explain yourself. Coming out is a big thing and you shouldn’t rush it.”

Beca smiled and felt the tension she’d been carrying begin to fall away. “How’d I get so lucky with you?” She asked, her eyes falling shut as Chloe closed the gap between them.

“I’m the lucky one,” Chloe said, her forehead resting against Beca’s once their lips separated. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” She pulled Beca further into the room, towards the beat-up sofa in the far corner. The one Chloe always made sure was full of junk during rehearsals, so no one ever sat on it. “One day, the world will see you for the amazing person you are. One day, you’ll outshine the sun. But tonight, I get you all to myself.”

“I bet you say that to all your secret girlfriends,” Beca said, trying to hide the way her heart beat faster, glad Chloe couldn’t see her cheeks darken. She dumped her bag on the ground and shrugged out of her jacket, dropping it on one side of the sofa as Chloe took a seat on the other. 

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108 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

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Five times Character A treated Character B’s injuries, plus one time B treated A’s. 🥹

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Five times Beca treated Chloe’s injuries… 

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“How did you skin your knee? Are you ten?” Beca asked, her voice bordering on incredulous as she watched Chloe wincing as she picked out bits of gravel from the grazed skin.

“I was trying to get to the ice cream truck before he drove away,” Chloe said as if that was perfectly reasonable. 

“So closer to seven years old than ten,” Beca said. “Why does the ice-cream truck even come here, this is a college campus. We’re literally surrounded by fraternity and sorority houses.”

“I think he sells weed too,” Chloe said. “Allegedly.”

“Oh well if I’d known that I’d have chased him down too,” Beca said, frowning as Chloe continued to pick at her knee. ”Do we have a first aid kit?”

“Kitchen probably,” Chloe said. Beca stood and headed for the kitchen. “I don’t think I need first aid.”

Beca returned holding the small plastic box in one hand, and a popsicle in the other. 

“We literally have ice cream in the freezer,” Beca said, taking a seat on the coffee table opposite where Chloe was sitting. She batted Chloe’s hand out of the way of her knee and handed her the popsicle. 

“It’s not the same,” Chloe said with a pout. 

“You’re right, it’s significantly cheaper,” Beca said. 

“I was trying to support a small business. If we don’t use the ice cream truck he might stop coming here altogether!”

Beca let out a snort of laughter. “Oh my god, you’re adorable.”

She took an antiseptic wipe from the box and shot Chloe an apologetic look before she cleaned the graze on her knee. 

“Ow!” Chloe said, hitting Beca’s arm on instinct. 

“Thank you for that,” Beca said. “Eat your popsicle.”

“Eat your popsicle,” Chloe repeated in a childish voice. Beca raised her eyebrows at her. “Sorry,” she said.

Beca stuck a bandaid on Chloe’s knee before shutting the box and making a move to stand. 

“Ahem,” Chloe said, gesturing down at her knee. 

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you going to kiss it better?”

Beca rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. She pressed a quick kiss to the bandaid and stood up. 

“Thank you!” Chloe called after her as Beca returned the first aid box to the kitchen. 

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[maddiedrawz]

god i missed all the things last week because of stupid school work so happy belated bday to beca mitchell and happy bi visibility day/week!!!!! love how beca was born in that week hehehe ;))💗💜💙

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[becaeffinmitchell]

Fic: what i have (is who i carry home) (1/1)

Summary: Chloe, as it turns out, loves Valentine's Day.

Of course she does. Beca can't say she's surprised in the least.

aka, five Valentine's Days Beca Mitchell's had.

Note: After ten thousand years, I’m free! Or, you know, after eight years, I’m finally posting my first Bechloe fic. Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone 🥰  Gif credit goes entirely to @evenstars​ (thank you so much again!)

Words: 4,954

Read below or on AO3!

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i. 2012, Freshman Year, Barden University

There are so many other things Beca would rather be doing.

Like go to the dentist. Actually show up for class. Spend time over dinner with her dad and the step-monster.

Okay, maybe not that last one. Nothing in the world would make her choose that.

But here she is, in that stupid red hoodie, holding that stupid bow and arrow, standing in front of people, refusing to sing that stupid song with Amy.

*

 Later, back at the auditorium where they have Bellas practice, Aubrey's voice is shrill and loud. (As always, Beca thinks.)

"Beca, you really need to be picking up the slack. We need every dollar that we can raise so that we have enough to cover our journey to the semi-finals, and you're dead last in our fundraiser right now."

Amy mutters something under her breath, soft enough for Beca to hear something about — the bus? The Trebles? She doesn't really know. Whatever it is, it's not something she wants to get in the middle of.

"Maybe we can think of something new to do." Beca's tone is dry, and she schools her expression into something neutral on her face, her head tilted slightly, knowing that Aubrey has to know she isn't just talking about the fundraising activity.

It's just — she can feel the potential of these girls, okay? And it's such a shame that they're stuck doing the same three songs, over and over. If she could at least try, show them her arrangements, maybe they'd have a fighting chance.

"I have the pitch pipe, and I say we do this exactly how we have been doing it."

Beca is about to say something snarky, something she knows is going to get under Aubrey's skin, when Chloe's voice rang out beside her.

"It's okay. I'll do it with Beca tomorrow."

She hasn't even noticed Chloe approaching them in the midst of this, so her head whips around so fast at the sound of her voice.

"Don't you have a class during that time, Chloe? That's the whole reason why we couldn't pair you up with Beca." There's something about Aubrey's clipped words that is super careful and controlled, like there's more that she wants to say but isn't.

Chloe shrugs, before turning to Beca with a beaming smile. "It's okay, skipping out on one Russian Lit lecture won't make a difference."

 *

 Chloe, as it turns out, loves Valentine's Day.

Of course she does. Beca can't say she's surprised in the least. She thinks she doesn't know anyone who's more enthusiastic about everything and anything.

There's something about Chloe that feels like embers starting at the base of Beca's dead, cold heart, warming it up and turning itself three sizes larger.

It's not a thing she wants to unpack right now; she's not the type to get attached to people, and especially not when she's going to go through with her plan, and leave at the end of the school year. It doesn't matter if her dad helps her or not.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Chloe's voice, melodic as it comes, breaks the silence as they walk towards the south quad. She looks ready to go through the entire residence hall, her angel wings bouncing behind them.

"It's a day corporations literally invented to convince everyone to buy cards and chocolates and flowers at jacked up prices, so..."

Chloe lets out a happy sigh. "Maybe so. But it's also a day to celebrate love! And love is so awesome. I love love. And I'm not just talking about romantic love, though that is nice. You can also celebrate the love from all relationships in your life. Like your best friends, or your parents, or your siblings."

Beca raises an eyebrow, because Chloe is just so goddamn earnest. She tugs at her hoodie. "Let me guess, you and shower guy have a date?"

"Who, Tom?"

"How many shower guys do you have?" There's a beat. "Actually, don't answer that."

 *

 So here she is, still in that stupid red hoodie, still holding that stupid bow and arrow, standing in front of people, and singing a duet with Chloe Beale.

 *

 The next morning, Kimmy unceremoniously drops a box at the foot of Beca's bed, a loud thud waking her up.

There's a sleeping mask, a whole clip of flash drives, two huge jars of peanut butter, and cans of Red Bull in the box. There's also a card, and her name is written carefully in the middle of an envelope.

Happy Valentine's Day, Beca!!!! I've said this before, and I'll say it forever: I'm SO glad that I met you. I LOVE that you love music like it's the one thing you can't live without. It's something that really resonates with me, too. You make us better. :) :)

xoxo,

Chloe!

 *

 Beca drifts off to sleep that night, the music still playing in her headphones. She's wearing that sleeping mask across her eyes.

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ii. 2014, Junior Year, Barden University

 The thing with Jesse is, he really loves these grand gestures of romance.

Sometimes Beca thinks that that's his favorite part. It's almost like he's in love with the idea of being in a relationship.

Worse still, in love with the idea of her, like she's this perfectly scripted character who exists for him.

Last year for Valentine's Day, Jesse had shown up at her dorm. Well, outside of her window actually, boombox on his shoulder. She'd tried not to wince, her lips pressed together into something resembling a smile (she hopes) to the strains of In Your Eyes, at the ungodly hour of dawn.

It isn't even that she had just gotten to sleep like, two hours before that. Or the very clear and enunciated "fuck off!" that her neighbor gave them, complete with a dramatic slamming of her window. At least she doesn't have to deal with that now, now that they've all moved into the Bellas house, newly renovated.

It was just a lot, right? And maybe she should have been a better girlfriend to anticipate it this year, or at least match some of that. Rise up to his level, or something. She just has a reservation to a fancy Italian restaurant in Midtown, and she made that way in advance. So maybe she gets points for that?

January rolls into February, and she dreads it. Every day is a countdown to The Fourteenth.

 *

 Here's the more pressing thing: Chloe seems sad. Not all the time, but Beca catches it occasionally.

She presumes she knows her best friend pretty well by this point, until she's doing things like failing a single class on purpose so that she doesn't graduate. For the second year in a row.

And Beca gets it, at least on an abstract level. If she starts thinking about what comes after graduation — and that's in a year and some — she gets nervous, too. But in no version of her reality does she get so paralyzed with fear, that she would opt to repeat her senior year like it’s groundhog year.

She wishes she could know why, for certain. She can't help if she doesn't know what's going on in Chloe's head, but for the first time, it's Chloe's turn to clam up and switch the subject.

So Beca doesn't push. She hopes it's enough to keep her afloat as she works through whatever it is. She doesn't really know what that entails, but music? Music she can do.

She pours her energy into putting together a really solid mix for Chloe; it's all the songs that remind Beca of her, and their friendship. She picks songs and arranges them and removes them before she puts them back in, because it has to sound right.

Beca feels like the world's biggest dork for giving it to her the morning of Valentine's Day.

Well, second biggest dork, because she intercepts Chloe leaving the gift boxes in the room, for her and Amy.

"Hey, uh. Happy Valentine's Day," she says, handing her the flash drive — one of the many that Chloe has gotten her over the years, like she's her supplier — and hoping she doesn't look as awkward as she feels. "It's not anything like your, like, super thoughtful gifts." She gestures in that general direction. "But you're my best friend, so... here."

She gets pulled into a hug, and Beca can't be sure, but it sounds like Chloe's 'thank you' is strained and she's about to cry.

Beca hopes it's enough.

 *

 "So, Jesse gave you just the one earring?"

Beca's back from the dinner. It was... nice? There was a string quartet and Jesse made them play John Legend's All Of Me, and Beca didn't actually die of embarrassment when he started singing along, so she'll chalk that up as a win.

"Yeah, it's like — symbolism, I guess. From the movie." Beca shrugs, chewing on the popcorn she's made that Chloe is currently stealing. She thinks about lightly smacking her hand away, but ends up shifting the bowl so that it's nearer to Chloe.

Does she regret putting Don't You (Forget About Me) in their setlist? Maybe.

Probably not, all things considered, because it worked well together with the other songs, and they did win the finals that year. But it elevated the movie to mythical and legendary status for Jesse, and if he does that arm raising motion one more time during squabbles he wants to get out of? Beca might lose it even harder.

"Is it symbolism or a metaphor? I could never tell the difference."

"I think it was a metaphor in the movie," Beca starts, a thoughtful expression on her face. "But more of a symbol for like, me and Jesse? Oh my god." She presses her free hand to her eyes. "You're such a nerd. Stop making me think deeper about this than I need or want to."

"I just think it's nice," she hears Chloe say.

Beca hums, tone neutral. "It's something, for sure. Wait." She whips her head to face her best friend. "You didn't go out tonight? Ms. 'I Love Love'?"

Chloe chuckles lowly, quietly. "I have all I need here in this house, anyway."

 *

 When Beca goes to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a glass of water, she thinks she hears the soft strains of her mix playing from Chloe's room.

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  iii. 2017, Brooklyn, NY

 It's apparently the warmest February in New York on record, but Beca is still fucking freezing.

The incessant chill envelops the air, and she pulls her coat closer to her. She's bundled under layers, but the radiator in their tiny little apartment is, as most things in it, almost completely busted.

Jesus Christ. It's cold.

 *

 Amy is convinced she's cold because she's moping, because she's sad about breaking up with Jesse.

Beca knows she isn't, and it's not just the long distance thing.

They'd given it a fair go, and it sucked that he got busier with classes and she tried to solve all of the music industry's problems as an associate producer, working hours trying to make tracks sound... sonically unrotten.

It's not just the long distance thing, because if Beca was honest with herself, it was probably a sign that when he told her that he was thinking of completing his studies in California, her immediate response was that of neutral indifference.

So, she is totally fine.

 *

 Beca hears Chloe singing softly before the door even opens, and she can hear it swing open too, and she knows Chloe is about to shrug her coat off —

"Don't bother, it's also cold in here," Beca says, from under the covers.

Then, her eyes track Chloe as she walks to the radiator —

"I checked, it's working. Supposedly."

"Aww." Chloe strides the distance — not that it's that long — and sits down on their shared bed. "You're so cute when you're grumpy."

"Aren't you freezing?" she chooses to deflect the comment, hugging herself petulantly. "Hey, how was your date with that guy at the clinic?"

Chloe hums noncommittally. "We went for coffee and he double-booked me with another girl."

"Dude. What a dick." Beca feels a flash of — annoyance? Chloe deserves the world. Chloe deserves everything she wants. "I'm sorry."

"I know. It's okay though." Chloe smiles at her. It's that smile that Beca catches that she thinks it's just for her, but she's also a logical person who knows that Chloe has that ability to make people feel like they're the most important person in the world. "I've got all I need right here."

Warmth pools at Beca's stomach, and honestly. It's a nice change from the freezing.

 *

 It's 2 AM, and they're cuddling, because of course they are; because Chloe is warm; because Chloe is an embrace personified; because... Chloe.

Beca stirs awake, and she feels Chloe's breath tickle at the base of her neck. She shifts, not uncomfortably. Then, Chloe's hand drifts sleepily, and lands somewhere on Beca's hip.

And then.

And then.

There is a sudden, startling clarity in Beca's mind, knocking the figurative breath out of her. Her eyes fly open.

She loves Chloe.

And not in the same way where she loves the rest of her found family in the other Bellas.

Oh no, a voice sounds in her mind.

Oh, this is very bad, she thinks.

She can't believe how still she is right now, feeling the entire weight of Chloe's body in contact against her. Feeling her slow, steady breathing against her back. She's not even cold anymore.

Okay. So she loves her best friend. Cool, cool, very cool. That's totally fine. She can handle this.

Chloe's been such a fixture in her life, at every turn; in every note in between the downbeat and upbeat that is her life. Music is in Beca's veins, her whole life, but music flows right through Chloe. She's tucked warmly in the melody, a motif throughout the entire song.

Holy shit, Beca thinks. She's been in love with Chloe for so long, she doesn't even know when it started.

 *

 Okay, so. There's a weird spot on the ceiling, right? And Beca just keeps staring at it, because if she closes her eyes, she will feel Chloe's presence so keenly, pressed next to her.

She can't do anything with this knowledge. She can imagine it now, Chloe giving her a comforting hug but tells her, sorry Beca, I love you but not in that way.

It's five whole years of friendship, of Chloe by her side no matter what, and that is the one thing that she's got that she doesn't want to risk, just because she had this stupid revelation.

God. It's so stupid. It'll pass. Right?

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 iv. 2018, Los Angeles, CA

 What is really fucking weird, even in the grand scheme of things, is journalists asking her if she's doing anything for Valentine's Day.

Which, like. First of all, Beca's not stupid, she knows it's a way to suss out her personal-slash-love life.

She's kept that pretty close to her chest for now.

But also, there's literally nothing to tell. She's not being defensive because there's something to hide away. Beca is knee-deep in work all the time, and she goes home to an apartment that feels too big for just herself. It's a big change from the entirely too cramped apartment in Brooklyn.

Sometimes she finds herself missing that very specific part of her life. Not the struggling and being unhappy doing work with no integrity, obviously. But Chloe is now a message and three hours ahead, instead of being a daily fixture in her apartment, and it leaves Beca feeling off-kilter.

But maybe that distance is a good thing, after... you know. Revelations.

Anyway.

Her work ethic doesn't stop rumors. She's linked to every guy available — and some not — every single time one of them likes her Instagram posts. She's pretty sure she's had at least two full relationships, according to the National Enquirer.

Theo gleefully sends her screenshots. She tells him to fuck off.

 *

 Chloe Look out, super star! I'm going to be in LA for a good friend's wedding in February!! If you think we're not going to hang, you're sorely mistaken.

 Beca is busy, but she sure as hell isn't going to miss Chloe coming to LA.

 Beca You have good friends outside of the Bellas? I am shocked, Beale.

 Chloe Don't be jealous 😉

 She's not. Not because of that, she catches herself thinking, and frowns at herself. Not because of anything, she decides. It's also exactly how she decides she doesn't have feelings for Chloe anymore, because Chloe is happy with Chicago, and Beca has work, and honestly? Best outcome out of every outcome possible.

Still, Beca offers up her apartment for the long-ish weekend that Chloe would be in town. She's not a monster, and Chloe has like, a mountain of student debt.

It's the least she could do.

 *

 (Beca thinks back to that first performance at the Citadel, just under a year ago. Thinks of all the nerves she's never felt before, while she's walking to the microphone. She's always had the girls on stage with her, but not this time. Her family would be seated in the front row, supporting her no matter how far she goes.

She gets to bring them up on stage this time, of course, but it's also a temporary balm and she knows it. But that's fine, she can figure that part out.

It's the after that smarts a little.

After the performance, after the event, after she feels that pit, growing and clawing from her stomach when she sees Chloe lock lips with Chicago.

After she walks away with Theo, trying her level best to carry on a conversation as if she's not affected by what she'd just seen; trying not to think of all the what-ifs.

After, on the plane back home, when she directs a small smile at Chloe's direction. If she's happy then she's happy for her.

It's the least she could do.)

 *

 Chloe's flight reaches the airport at 7 in the evening, and Beca's right there at LAX, waiting for her to emerge. She can see a couple of people with the big paparazzi cameras, training their lenses at her, but she doesn't care.

There's a flash of red as she sees Chloe running to her, and thankfully she catches her.

"Oh, I've missed you," Chloe says, so earnest and sincere as always; always, and Beca can hear her own heartbeat. She's almost worried that Chloe can too, like a traitorous Tell-Tale Heart.

"Yeah, well, regular sight for sore eyes, that's me." That's good, right? She hits jocularity right in the bullseye with that, as if she can't feel the top of her ears growing hot.

Chloe just laughs; like another kind of warmth. She draws her in again, hand rubbing up and down Beca's back.

Beca thinks she's stupid, for feeling like she's home.

 *

 They get to Beca's place, Chloe appraising the place appreciatively as she wheels her luggage in.

"This is already at least fifty times nicer than our little shoebox in Brooklyn," she observes, and Beca shrugs, a little embarrassed.

"I mean, the label's paying for it, and it's like, it's — it's ridiculous." There's a voice at the back of Beca's head repeating, our little shoebox, and she wants it to shut up.

But it is ridiculous. She has so much space, and two rooms; she sleeps in one and the other one is where she works. She's pretty sure she spends more time in the latter than she does the former.

"Anyway, uh, so here's my sort-of office, it's a bit of a mess right now." She waves her hand around (god, why is she using her hands so much) at the room with her equipment and instruments, before stepping to her bedroom door. "And here's the bedroom, which, like. You should take the bed. My couch pulls out and it's really comfortable?"

"Don't be silly," Chloe tells her, looking back at the king-sized bed. "We've slept in way more crowded spaces. This will be perfect."

Beca swallows, hard. Perfect.

 *

 Falling back into a routine with Chloe is scarily easy.

She's been here for less than three hours, and Beca's already back to being attuned to her. They put on some music in the background, she listens to Chloe talk so passionately about school and all the stuff she's learning, and Beca is so proud.

She brushes her teeth and changes into her pajamas after Chloe does, exactly like how they used to, and climbs into her bed.

"Oh, shoot, I almost forgot," Chloe's saying, and Beca cocks her head curiously to see what she's forgotten. Her best friend comes back with a box, and hands it over to her.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Bec. Also, I don't think flash drives are in fashion now," she winks. "So your Google Drive storage has been renewed, for all the audio files you need to back up. Don't worry, I didn't look at anything else."

"Wh — oh. Oh, right, Valentine's Day, gifts and all," Beca says, and looks at the box in her hand. "Wait, is this —"

"Chocolate from your favorite place in New York? Yessss," Chloe says, a laugh coloring her tone. She settles back into bed. "Not that you have a shortage of chocolate places here, but Amy reminded me of the time she ate most of the last box after how you were saving your favorite pieces, so I thought I'd bring some here for you."

Beca's heart clenches.

"Thanks, Chlo." She's pretty proud of how unwavering her voice is. "I miss it."

"It's been tough for me too, not having you in my orbit," Chloe says, bumping their shoulders together.

"Yeah? Must be extra tough, because Chicago's not around either." Then she's scrambling. "Not that I'm like, comparing myself to your boyfriend in any way."

She sees Chloe's mouth twist to the side. Beca's eyebrows knit together.

"Chlo?"

"He's not my boyfriend anymore." Chloe's words are slow, measured. Like she's afraid of setting something off.

Beca pauses, as she takes it all in.

"Oh. I mean — Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's been..." Beca sees Chloe's furrowed brows as she thinks. "Three months, almost. Just right before Christmas."

Beca thinks back to Christmas; to the group messages, the online gift cards and food deliveries made in each other's names. Nowhere in her memory exists this piece of information, and she's pretty sure she's not been that shitty of a friend to miss this.

It feels a little bit like being hurt, actually.

"Oookay," she says, licking her lips a little, letting the air out of her slowly. "Okay. Well. Good night, Chloe."

 *

 Beca can't fall asleep, and she's pretty sure she knows why. It's been an hour of staring at the ceiling, and she tries to will her stupid mind to shut down for the night.

She thinks Chloe must be asleep by now; her body clock must be three hours —

"Bec?"

Beca pauses for so long that she thinks Chloe might actually think she's asleep.

"Yeah."

She feels Chloe shift. "I want you to ask me."

Beca wants to be obtuse and frustrating; wants to pretend she doesn't know what she's talking about. Instead, the confusion and hurt win out.

She pushes herself up on her elbows, then into a sitting position. It doesn't feel like a conversation that they should have lying down. She waits for Chloe to do the same, before finding her voice and words.

"Why didn't you tell me that you and Chicago broke up?" Dimly lit by the street lights outside, Beca sees her shift in place, and she feels Chloe's hand reaching for hers. "I thought — well. You know. That we tell each other things."

Which is slightly rich, coming from her, she knows. But still.

Chloe sighs, just quietly. "Because I have feelings for someone else."

Beca blinks, taking that in. It's a weird feeling because she's simultaneously crushed and hopeful, and maybe it's the hour, or maybe it's Chloe's hand in hers, but as her eyes sweep across Chloe's face, Beca is emboldened.

She leans in, and time feels like it's slowing down as she closes the distance and presses her lips on Chloe's, roughly and then temperately.

Beca's not the most impulsive person. In the moments, though, when she is, they always leave her wondering if she'd done something stupid — like punching creepy middle-aged a cappella guys, like leaving in the middle of a fight, like pulling the girls up on stage during her solo set.

Like kissing Chloe Beale in her bed.

So she pulls back suddenly, as quickly as she had started it, an apology already stumbling out. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I just assumed, I'm so sor—"

Chloe makes a noise; something that sounds like no, her eyes so startlingly blue even in this light, and Beca freezes. She's sure her brain is working out some sort of rambling apology or excuse, maybe pass it off as a joke somehow?

But Chloe pulls her back in, both thumbs lightly touching Beca's cheekbones as she meets their lips again.

This second kiss is deeper, slower, more connected. It takes her breath away, as her hand curls at the back of Chloe's neck. Chloe tastes like mint and sweetness and sincerity, and a little like hopeless optimism on Beca's part.

A soft gasp escapes, and Chloe pulls away this time.

Beca has a tentative smile on her face, as she takes in a breath heavily; the questions written so plainly on her face.

Chloe's eyes shine.

"It's always been you, Beca."

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 v. 2020, Los Angeles, CA

 Having your anniversary on Valentine's Day is good. And bad.

Mostly good, because it means that Beca has that to help keep herself honest and not forget it, because it's impossible to.

Also, she won't forget, but, you know. Just in case.

Bad, especially last year, because it fell right around the Grammys weekend, and apparently when you're nominated and win pretty much... every single category you're in, that's kind of a big fucking deal.

(It started with Best New Artist, and by the time she's on that stage a fourth time, she literally had no other words and nothing but so much gratitude.)

But yeah, so last year's Valentine's Day-slash-anniversary was overwhelming. People contacting her from all corners, wanting to congratulate her and get some sound bites; the internet pouring both support, and scathing critique on her and her music.

Beca wishes she could say she rose above it, that she was as cool as her publicist thinks her to be.

Instead, Chloe had to deal with her, a stressful human ball of anxiety and nerves. Amazing, wonderful, sweet Chloe, just happy to be around her during these exciting and utterly vulnerable times.

 *

 This year, though. This year she's older and wiser.

Hopefully.

This year, the day falls on a Friday, but they've decided to celebrate it the next day and through the weekend instead, because Chloe has a seminar she needs to attend for school, and Theo had packed Beca's entire day with a long meeting.

Key word: had.

At 7 AM, as she wakes up groggily and checks her phone, the invite has disappeared from her calendar, presumably rescheduled for some other time. She vaguely notes the message from Theo about entire teams not being available, and Beca's not going to question the reason why, because she's immediately looking up flights to Ithaca and books the first one out.

 *

 (I'm not private jet rich, dude. Also, carbon footprint. Text to Amy, because of course.)

 *

 Here's her plan:

She'll make a beeline to Chloe's apartment (Beca's been here plenty of times, in the past couple of years; met her friends here in Cornell, hung out with them, appreciated that they're her support circle while she's here), and she'll say something incredibly dorky, and Chloe will kiss her, and then, they will properly celebrate.

God, the things Chloe can do with her mouth; the sounds Beca can get her to make.

Beca doesn’t even bother squirming in the plane seat.

 *

 Chloe I have a surprise!!!

Whereeee are you? 🥰🥰🥰

 *

 Here's what happens instead:

Beca has to fly back home — noun, the place where she lives; noun, Chloe — because while she was spending six hours flying east, Chloe had done the same in the opposite direction; her seminar being canceled (something about the professor being sick?).

She can't believe it.

Okay, she can maybe believe it.

God, the Bellas are going to have a field day with this.

 *

 In the group chat, Chloe's taken a selfie of herself in Beca’s apartment and captioned it: I flew here a day early to surprise Beca, but she flew to Cornell instead to surprise me too 😂

 Emily OMAG YOU GUYS that is SO CUTE!!!!!!

 Beca reads Emily's text, shaking her head, knowing that this is the younger girl's version of restraint.

 Flo One time I thought a guy was going to propose to his girlfriend on the plane, but turned out he was having a heart attack instead.

 Jessica&Ashley #justsoulmatethings

 *

 Rush hour in LA is so horrible, and it's nearly 8 PM when she finally gets back to her apartment. She jogs all the way from the Lyft to her door.

Beca never jogs.

Her own door flings open, and she sees the smiling face of the woman she loves.

"Flying cross country for me is so romantic."

"You did that too," Beca points out, a small smirk on her face.

"Yeah, but you did it twice." Chloe beams, and kisses her again, and again.

#bechloe #pitch perfect #bechloe fic #beca stupid mitchell #and her working through her feelings #kinda #(also please validate me) #my fic