#but chloe and the dog? BECA AND THE DOG

[daylightmitchells]

why do i have the sudden urge to write a marley and me + bechloe au

[mcrololo]

I woke up from my dreams, still half asleep, and thought to myself: I want to start drawing realism.

I could already picture myself doing it fsr??

[massivedrickhead]

we’re here tonight (and that’s enough)

Words: 2778

Summary: Merry Pitchmas @wordsofmyreality! I’m your secret Santa this year! I hope you like this little bit of Christmas fluff 💖 @merry-pitchmas

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“Chlo’?” Beca called from her spot in the living room, her hands on her hips as she surveyed their fireplace. 

“Yeah?” Chloe replied from the kitchen. 

“Did you move my stocking?”

“Your what?” Chloe asked, struggling to hear her wife over the sound of the music playing in the kitchen. 

“My stocking,” Beca said back, raising her voice so it could be heard over Mariah Carey. 

“It’s on the fireplace.”

“It isn’t,” Beca said, staring at the empty spot where her stocking had once hung. Bright red with a golden B embroidered on it. She turned her head to where Chloe’s still hung - bright red with a golden C - and then back to the empty spot where hers should be. 

“Huh,” Chloe said, entering the living room, wiping her hands on her apron before resting one on Beca’s back. “Weird.”

“It was here this morning before I left for work,” Beca said. 

“Have you checked David’s hiding spot?” Chloe asked.

Beca glanced down to where their dog - named after David Guetta - was curled up. His head lifted at the sound of his name. He did have a habit of stealing their clothes, but he’d never pulled anything down before. 

“I’ll look now,” she said. “How’s dinner prep going?” 

“I’m almost done,” Chloe said. She gave Beca a quick kiss on the cheek. “Once you’ve checked his spot can you take him for a W-A-L-K?”

“Sure,” Beca said. “You don’t want to come?”

Chloe shook her head. “I’m so beat from work this week, I just wanna go lie in the bath for an hour. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is,” Beca said. “Are you feeling okay? You’ve been tired all week.” 

“I’m fine,” Chloe said, smiling at the look of concern on Beca’s face. 

“Am I a bad wife for letting you do all the Christmas dinner prep?”

“A terrible wife,” Chloe replied, rolling her eyes as she kissed Beca on the cheek again. “I need to get back in there.”

Chloe returned to the kitchen and Beca watched her go, feeling that pull to follow that she always got when Chloe left a room. 

David nudged her leg with his head and she looked down. His tail was wagging, and Beca wondered if he’d somehow learned to spell. 

She scratched him behind the ear and then went to the spot in the room where he hid his stolen wares. 

Beca had been reluctant about getting a dog all those years ago. She’d always liked dogs, and had always envisioned having one in the future, but she’d still been hesitant. 

It was before they were married - before they were even engaged - and they’d only been living together for a few months when Chloe mentioned the puppy that had been brought into the veterinary surgery where she’d worked at the time. 

“He’d been abandoned, Bec,” Chloe told her, tears in her eyes as she showed him pictures on her phone. “Left on the side of the road, tied to a telephone pole. He’s just a baby.”

Chloe told Beca about how skittish and afraid he was of them. How he wouldn’t let anyone get near him, except for Chloe. He reminded her so much of Beca, that Chloe just had to have him. 

“Comparing me to an abandoned dog isn’t the compliment you think it is.”

Beca had been hesitant but eventually agreed. Now, nearly five years later, she couldn’t imagine their life without him. 

Chloe had been right, as always. 

Beca scratched him behind the ear again as she searched through his dog toys for his hidden stolen goods. 

She found several of her missing socks, a dish towel, and even one of Chloe’s bras, but there was no bright red stocking. 

“So you’re not the stocking thief,” Beca said to him. “But we do have to talk about the bra thing, dude. Those things aren’t cheap, you know.”

Once she was wrapped up in her winter coat and had pulled on her boots, she clipped David’s leash to his collar and they set out for his evening walk. 

They walked around their neighbourhood, David sticking close to her side instead of running ahead like he usually did. 

She supposed he must be able to feel it too, that tinge of sadness that had clung to Beca ever since she found out that - once again - her Mom wouldn’t be coming for Christmas. 

Beca had told Chloe she was fine, that she was used to her Mom flaking on her by now, and while all of that was true, there was still a part of her that had hoped for change. It had been years since they’d spent any real time together and, despite her flaws, Beca did love her Mom. 

David stopped to do his business, and Beca looked out at the houses in their neighbourhood. The Christmas lights shone through the windows, casting their snow-covered lawns in warm and colourful glows. She wished she could take some of that glow with her and bring it into her own home. 

She took a deep breath of cold air and held it in her chest before slowly expelling it, watching a cloud form and dissipate quickly as the air left her body. 

David tugged against the leash, pulling her arm back in the direction of home. 

“Okay,” she said out loud. “I’m coming.”

The house was quiet when they got back, and Beca was desperate to shift the sadness that clung to her like the cold. She tried to leave it at the door along with the snow she’d kicked off her boots, but it wouldn’t go. 

She spent longer than necessary in the entryway of their home, drying David’s paws with the towel they kept in there for that reason. 

Chloe was on the sofa fiddling with her phone when Beca finally entered the living room. 

Everything felt heavy, and the lack of her stocking on the fireplace seemed to perfectly mirror her lack of Christmas cheer. 

She dropped onto the sofa beside Chloe and wasted no time in pressing a kiss to the side of her head. Chloe’s hair was still damp but the familiar smell of her shampoo seemed to ground Beca.

“You’re freezing!” Chloe shrieked as Beca’s cold hands slipped beneath Chloe’s Christmas pyjama top and pressed against her warm skin. 

Beca laughed as Chloe batted her hands away. She removed them and placed them over the pyjamas, her hand going to Chloe’s stomach without thinking. 

Chloe covered Beca’s hand with her own. “We’ll find out soon,” she said. “I promise. I just… it was our first attempt. There’s a good chance it didn’t work and I don’t want to put a downer on things if that's the case.”

“I know,” Beca said, kissing the side of her head again. The anxiety of not knowing if they would soon become parents mixed unpleasantly with her already lingering sadness about her Mom, and she searched for something to distract herself. Her eyes fell on the fireplace. “How come you stole my stocking?”

“What makes you think it was me?” 

“Well it wasn’t David, and it wasn’t me, so that doesn’t leave a lot of options,” Beca said. 

“Santa?”

“That’s like the opposite of Santa’s vibe,” Beca said. “He gives presents, not steals them. You’re thinking of the Grinch.”

“Oh, well it must have been the Grinch then,” Chloe said, smiling as Beca’s thumb continued to brush back and forth across her stomach. “Or maybe Santa knows that you can’t be trusted not to peek in your stocking before Christmas morning, and he wants your gift to be a surprise for once.”

“Ah, is that it?” Beca asked. 

“It must be,” Chloe replied. 

The Christmas stockings had been a tradition that Chloe had brought from her childhood. 

Beca had always thought they were a place to put small gifts - ones that weren’t really tree-worthy - but the Beales had used them for the gifts that were more sentimental or special. 

It’s how Beca had proposed to Chloe all those years ago, only to find that Chloe had had the same idea, and now Beca couldn’t be trusted not to squeeze the stocking and try to guess what might be inside. 

She was fairly confident in her gift this year - a USB full of original songs that Beca had written, sung, and produced just for Chloe - but she still couldn’t stop herself from checking her own stocking just in case Chloe had once again outdone her. 

“What time are your parents arriving tomorrow?” Beca asked after a comfortable silence had settled over them. 

“Around midday,” Chloe said. “We can do the stocking presents in the morning and save the rest until after dinner.”

“Let’s hope Santa brings mine back in time,” Beca said, the conversation lapsing into silence again. 

“You’re sad about your Mom,” Chloe said. It wasn’t a question. Beca could insist she was fine and that she didn’t care, but Chloe knew when she was lying. 

“Kinda,” Beca said. “But it's my own fault. I should know by now what she’s like, I don’t know why I expected anything different.”

“You’re allowed to hope for the best and hope that people might change,” Chloe said, turning her head so she could press a kiss to Beca’s temple. “This isn’t your fault.”

“It is what it is,” Beca said. “I’m gonna go get changed.”

“I’ll order pizza,” Chloe said. 

They spent the rest of their Christmas Eve curled up together on the sofa, eating pizza, and watching Chloe’s choice of Christmas movie. 

Beca had a glass of wine, but Chloe complained of a headache so just stuck to water. 

“I hope you aren’t getting sick,” Beca said, running her hand through Chloe’s hair, her nails lightly scratching her scalp. 

“I’m just tired,” Chloe said. “Work was crazy this week.”

“Thank you for taking care of the dinner prep,” Beca said. “It really makes cooking it all so much easier tomorrow.”

“I prep, you cook,” Chloe said, stifling a yawn. “Teamwork makes the dream work.”

“Let’s go to bed,” Beca said with a soft laugh. “I’ll let David out. Do you want anything for your headache?”

Chloe shook her head. “It’ll pass,” she said. “You go on up, I’ll let him out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Chloe said. “You took him out, I can stand by the door and wait for him to pee.”

As soon as Chloe heard Beca begin climbing the stairs, she withdrew her stocking from where it had been stashed. She smiled to herself as she hung it back on the fireplace, and she hoped that what was inside would do something to help cheer her wife up. 

When Chloe reached the bedroom, Beca was lying in bed scrolling on her phone, but she set it down on the charger as soon as she felt the bed dip beside her. 

“Are you answering work emails at 10 pm on Christmas Eve?”

“Not anymore I’m not,” Beca said. 

“You know if I see you working tomorrow you’re going to be in trouble, right?”

“Does that mean I can’t fake a work call when your dad tries to talk to me about college basketball?” Beca asked.

“If I have to discuss classic literature with your dad when we see him at Thanksgiving, you can handle college basketball with mine when we see him at Christmas,” Chloe said.

“Fair,” Beca said, curling into Chloe’s side as soon as she was settled in bed. 

It didn’t take long for Beca to drift off, but Chloe stayed awake for hours. She was full of the kind of Christmas Eve excitement that she hadn’t felt as a kid. 

She heard the neighbourhood church bells begin to ring, and it took everything she had not to wake Beca up, wish her a Merry Christmas, and drag her downstairs. 

Eventually, she managed to get some sleep and woke up not long after 8 am, Beca still sleeping soundly beside her. 

Chloe woke her up and coaxed her out of bed with kisses and promises of coffee and presents. 

Beca grumbled but didn’t argue when Chloe took her hand and pulled her downstairs. 

“My stocking came back,” Beca said, raising an eyebrow at Chloe as she settled on the sofa, a mug of coffee in hand. 

“I told you, Santa must have taken it,” Chloe replied, setting her own mug down on the coffee table before retrieving their stockings from the fireplace. She handed Beca hers, who wasted no time in squeezing the sides, and she sat down beside her. 

“You go first,” Beca said.

Chloe reached into the stocking and pulled out two small wrapped gifts. 

“Open the bigger one first,” Beca said,

Chloe did, and her eyes lit up as she pulled out a CD case. The cover was a photograph of the two of them from their wedding, and when she flipped it over she saw a list of five song titles that she didn’t recognise. 

“Open the second one,” Beca said. Chloe unwrapped a USB drive. “No one really uses CDs anymore,” she said, by way of explanation. 

“Bec, is all of this new music?”

Beca nodded. “My next EP,” she said. “All the songs were written for you.” 

Chloe squealed and wrapped her arms around Beca. “I love it!”

“You haven’t even heard it yet,” Beca replied, laughing. 

Chloe wiped the tears from her eyes and looked back at the CD case. 

“I don’t know if that’s the final album art,” Beca said. “But I wanted you to have your own version.”

“This is amazing, Beca. I can’t wait to listen to it,” Chloe said. She looked back up at her wife. “Is it okay if… can I listen to it on my own first? Just so I can really listen and hear it all?”

“Of course,” Beca said. “So, can I open mine now?” 

Chloe swallowed and nodded, a smile spreading across her face.

Beca pulled three small wrapped gifts from her stocking. As she always did, she gave them a squeeze and a shake. Two were soft, and one was a box that rattled when it shook. “Which one first?”

Chloe thought for a second, before tapping on one of the softer gifts. 

Beca unwrapped it and pulled out what at first seemed like a small red piece of fabric. She unfolded it and saw it was a stocking, just like the one she and Chloe had. 

“Is this in case my stocking goes missing again?” Beca asked, laughing lightly but not really understanding the gift. She looked at Chloe, whose eyes were now shining with tears. Something started happening in Beca’s chest. It felt like her heart was starting to beat faster. Like her body knew what the gift meant before she did. 

“Open this one,” Chloe said, tapping on the box. 

Beca did, her hands shaking though she couldn’t explain why. 

Under the paper was a clear plastic box, and it took Beca a second to realise what was inside. She swallowed and looked back at Chloe. 

“Two lines?” Beca asked, her voice trembling. “Two means… right?”

“Open the last one,” Chloe said, the tears that had been filling her eyes now slipping down her cheeks. 

Beca did, her hands shaking harder than ever.

She pulled out a tiny white babygrow, with the words ‘Baby Mitchell’ printed on the front. 

She couldn’t describe the noise that came out of her - something between a gasp and a sob and a cheer - but soon she was sobbing hard, her hands reaching out for Chloe, who eagerly pulled her into her arms. 

They held each other and cried until David jumped onto the sofa to try and investigate. 

Beca laughed as he wiggled his way in between them.

“I take it these are happy tears?” Chloe asked, wiping her own eyes as they ended their hug. 

“The happiest,” Beca said, laughing. “How long have you known?”

“A couple of weeks,” Chloe said. “It’s been killing me keeping this in, but I wanted to wait until after I’d seen my doctor, just in case. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

“Don’t apologise,” Beca said, looking down at the tiny babygrow in her hands. “This is the best present you could have gotten me.” She wiped her eyes and took hold of Chloe’s hand. “We’re going to be parents. I’m… I’m so happy.”

“Me too,” Chloe said. “Merry Christmas.” She pulled Beca into a kiss which Beca eagerly accepted. 

“Merry Christmas,” Beca replied, between kisses. “I love you so much.” Her hand touched Chloe’s stomach. “I love you both so much.”

“Me too, baby,” Chloe replied. “Me too.” 

[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 23

A/N: Hi yes I'm still here. Despite a hospital stay, a month without running water, a promotion, training deadlines and now a septic system failure. I'm so sorry it's been so long between updates but...life, am i right? oof.

As always thank you to @chloes-yellow-cup for still doing the thing for me and supporting me. And thank you to @kimmania for always looking for ways to give me time to breathe...and create. And thank you readers! You are so patient and i'm grateful for your support. Happy Monday! Aubrey

“That is impossible! I will have no part of this sham attempt to gain our consent to drain us dry for her own gain!”

Aubrey could feel Beca sigh heavily beside her. It was so very human and yet she could relate to the weariness in it. This conversation was as tedious as watching a corpse rot and her fingers twitched with the effort to keep from reaching out to throttle someone. 

Chloe seemed to sense her growing impatience and took a step forward to allow Beca to take a step back out of the line of fire. It was an effortless transition like a graceful dance move and Aubrey felt herself smile fondly at it.

“Okay, while I understand your fear, let's not forget that Beca has already done this once before with Aubrey. She healed her from sun damage.”

“That is not the same thing! Athan was cursed by someone long dead.” The vampire speaking turned to face Beca directly, accusation and mistrust plainly written across their features. “Do not promise that which you can not deliver, Necromancer. Athan means nothing to you, his pain and suffering are not whims for you to play at power with.”

“Lady, I can’t tell you how little I’m playing here.”

Beca was bored and Aubrey couldn’t blame her. But her tone caused the vampire to snarl and step forward aggressively. It was all for show, she knew, but despite her best efforts to contain her ire, Aubrey could feel the angles of her face sharpening as her monstrous visage threatened to reveal her true feelings. Vampires had a long history of showing disrespect to people she loved and she was unwilling to accept it any longer. 

“Enough of this. There will never be words of assurance to ease our fears, nor can there be. What you intend will drain us. You say not fully but that is the word of a curarva dii moartit, and the that is worth less than dog shit.” 

There was no sharp intake of breath, silence simply dropped over them like a suffocating cloak. No one dared to move for fear of drawing Aubrey’s attention to them. 

She strode forward a few steps and scanned the small group of dissenters. More than she had expected had agreed to allow Beca to attempt to help Athan, all that had gathered here were the few holdouts too afraid or too prejudiced to accept help when they most desperately needed it.

A few of them flinched back at her proximity but many were bold enough to meet her gaze. Too many of them. They had forgotten who she was and that they should be afraid of her. Aubrey’s voice breathed out in a tightly controlled whisper, the coldness of it enough to make the large room that much more frigid.

“What did you call her?”

Beca herself was only aware of the swift change in their behavior but she had no real understanding of the insult thrown at her. She reached out to the blonde but Aubrey was in no mood to be restrained this time. Nor would they respect her rule if she did not enforce it in the only way they could currently understand. There would be a time for a gentle hand in their leadership but now was not that time. She shook off Beca's light grip and pinned the vampire that has spoken with a deliberate stare.

The woman visibly fought the urge to lower her head in the face of Aubrey’s pitiless gaze and raised her chin a hair higher as a show of rebellion. Her face was unfamiliar to the blonde and she realized that nearly all the vampires in the room were strangers.  She didn't know any of their names or lineage.

“I called her what she is. Death Whore and you are nothing more than her puppet. You’ve been corrupted, you and Chloe both. You’re already under her control and see it not!”

Rage suffused their connection, in part from Chloe she knew but the fire within was primarily hers. Her face shifted with a painfully slow transition. And painful it was each and every time her horns pierced through her flesh. She let the woman see exactly what she was, let the knowledge and horror of it sink in before she shot a clawed hand out to clamp around her throat. It was no effort to fling her like a ragdoll across the room. None at all.

She was strong, she knew, but never had she been quite that fast or quite that powerful. Aubrey didn’t hesitate to press the advantage and leapt on the woman’s prone form before anyone had a chance to intervene. Not that any of the vampires would while she rained down fist after fist and claw after raking claw on the woman without pause. She didn’t stop until Beca’s frantic plea broke through the crunch of bone pulverizing under her blows and the spatter of cold blood hitting her face.

“Whoa whoa whoa…Bree please!”  

Aubrey stopped and turned her head to look directly at Beca.

”I will not allow disrespect, Beca. You wish to begin a new way but now you see why the old ways stand. Respect is earned with fear among vampires. This one held no fear, and thus no respect.” 

Beca hesitated as she sifted through what she knew of vampires and their politics and Aubrey appreciated that she hadn’t outright undermined her. She knew what it must look like to a human. How monstrous she must appear. Aubrey held Beca's gaze and let her see it all in it's horrifying, horned, blood splattered glory.

“Well it’s not like I love being called a whore, but is anyone going to really respect you going all grrr breaking her face for the sake of a necromancer?”

”No but they will fear me enough to respect you.” 

“I see.”

Aubrey tried to read the play of emotions across the smaller woman’s face. Beca sighed and shook her head sadly as she realized that Aubrey had needed to make a point. She brought herself closer to the pair and looked down at Aubrey. The necromancer reached out and gently caressed her cheek. The soothing coolness of Beca’s magic washed over her and her demon face melted away. 

“I think I get it. You’ve got no choice but to be hard sometimes to make a point. I get that and it’s okay, as long as you’re willing to be soft to make a point too.” 

Beca didn’t have to ask her out loud. She knew what was wanted of her. Aubrey looked down at the badly beaten vampire under her then back to Beca and nodded. The small woman smiled at her and leaned in for a soft kiss. Aubrey gave into it and the draw of power that was pulled from her with it. 

Beca leaned away only far enough to touch foreheads. “Thank you.”

Aubrey nudged Beca’s nose with her own and moved back so the necromancer could lean over the brutalized vampire. A wealth of compassion blossomed in her dark blue eyes despite the way she had been treated. It did not go unnoticed by those assembled.

”For what it’s worth I’m sorry. Not that Aubrey kicked the shit out of you. I think you know you kinda deserved that, but I’m sorry it’s come to this between us. Too many years of violence and mistrust to get past with mere words.”

The necromancer reached down and caressed the woman’s face with as gentle a hand as she had used on Aubrey. And despite her grave injuries the woman still feebly attempted to scoot away.

Beca shook her head sadly and pressed a hand gently to the vampire’s chest. She and Chloe inhaled deeply as Beca pushed their combined energies into a broken vessel. It filled the other vampire and reformed the broken flesh and bones of her face in a slow roll of muscle and skin smoothing over the sharp planes of her skeletal structure. 

“And this beating you got? Understand that it was Aubrey showing restraint. You could be so much deader by now if she didn’t care to give you a chance to make up for being a dickbag.”

Beca gazed over at Aubrey and an understanding passed between them. Yes. It could have been so much worse. She could have ended the woman and all others would have fallen in line after. But a beating even without Beca’s help would have healed eventually. However humiliated she would have been, she would still be alive to bear it.

The vampire gasped in a breath when Beca eased her power back and stepped away. She turned to the others standing around watching and raised her hands palms up before letting them drop. 

“Think about it. If you agree to help tell Chloe’s folks. But think fast, we’ve got other shit to do before the Great Clans get here. Or the Blood Guard.”

Beca turned on a heel and Aubrey and Chloe followed her out of the great hall. Aubrey could feel the smile stretch wide across her face. Their mate stopped just outside the door and looked back at the group of vampires. 

“If neither of us are willing to change, what the hell are we even doing here? If this is what it takes to earn respect are we any better the stupid Council?”

Beca shook her head in exasperation one last time and Aubrey held out her hand. The necromancer took it and kissed her knuckles as they padded toward their quarters. 

“Thank you. I know you probably could have ripped her head off and played basketball with it.”

Aubrey raised a shoulder in a shrug. She wasn't entirely sure what basketball was but she felt certain she could have easily torn the woman’s head from her body with no more effort than tearing parchment.

“She is frightened and angry  and more the fool for it. But being foolish alone should not be cause for death when a lesson will do. They will not disrespect you or Chloe ever again.”

Beca smiled at her and gave a half nod. 

“My hero. Of course there's nothing saying any of that made a difference. That lady vamp for sure hates me.”

Chloe chuckled and slid her hand into Beca’s free one. Her sweet smile lit her face with an ethereal glow and the necromancer stumbled over her feet for a second. Aubrey could relate, Chloe just had that kind of effect on people.

“You didn't see their faces when you healed Olivia. It made a difference, we just need to give them a minute. And anyway, we should get ready to meet the Great Clans, they'll be here soon and we look…eh.”

Beca looked down at herself then the two vampires at her side. 

“What's wrong with my outfit?”

“Oh baby, that's not an outfit. We can do better.”

“Huh. Got anything in black?”

"Oh Beca, you don't understand what you're getting into..."

Aubrey laughed but stifled it quickly when Chloe cut her bright eyes her way. The redhead raised a brow and eyed Aubrey’s attire critically.

“What are you laughing at, you could use some styling too.”

Aubrey's mouth opened at that and Beca laughed. 

“Chlo…if you wanted to get us naked you just had to ask.”

“Oh good, we should probably go do that now. But we better hurry, no telling who will knock on our door again.”

“Please don't let it be your dad. I don't think either of us are ready to look each other in the eye yet.” 

[kailoraurelius]

do you have anything you can tell us about chloe and beca's baby in aiaoy?

Tiny. Loves their mammas. Keeps Yellow Dog for the rest of their life.

[erikahenningsen]

What’s the weirdest fan fiction you’ve ever read?

It was deleted but there was this Bechloe fic where Chloe ate dog treats and turned into a dog-human hybrid and then she and Beca had sex and honestly I can’t remember if I read it or everyone was just talking about it

Tagging @emilyjunk because she’ll be mad that I reminded her of this

Sleepover Saturday

[atotalpitch]

well....how would they parent a cat? how'd they get a cat anyways? Did Chloe bring a rescue w her from work? Did they get one at a shelter? Did it just randomly latch onto Beca while she was getting home and simply follow her???

I was waiting for someone to ask this !!!!!!

they get their first cat through chloe’s job. according to her it’s tiny and lonely and doesn’t have a home and they can’t just leave it out in The Cruel World (beca doesn’t end up having a choice because chloe just eventually brings it in without asking)

the second cat they get is a stray that wanders around in their neighbourhood, but one day decides to make itself home in their yard. beca builds a small shelter for it outside, but it ends up marching into their house on a random tuesday and never leaves after. beca, again, does not have a say in it. she loves cats though so she subtly lets it slide.

for names i literally have no idea but both are probably named after someone in the music industry they are such Cat Parents it's insane. chloe becomes a crazy cat lady while beca treats them like actual friends (she talks to them like she would talk to anyone in real life. it freaks everyone out. chloe thinks she's talking to an imaginary person at first.),, but they both love their fur babies very much and spoil them rotten oh and they get a golden retriever like a year after the second cat because chloe keeps whining for a dog. beca fights with everytjing she has because she does not want their house to become a zoo. but if she didn't have a choice with their cats, then why would she with a dog?

[becabeale143]

I thought they were dating all along

eolhceB143

Chapter 2: Red steps in

Chloe spirals deeper into her introspective conversation with Red (he's a great listener)...exploring her feelings for Beca. While therapeutic for the redhead, Red decides it's time to take action...

"Red...Red...where'd you go? Come here, boy!"

[143bc]

I thought they were dating all along

eolhceB143

Chapter 1/2. Words 2024

Summary:

Chloe, Beca, and Fat Amy have been living in NYC for almost a year. Chloe arrives at their apartment with groceries to fix dinner for the brunette she's been in love with for years. A stray puppy in the building distracts her (for a little while). Never one to deny attention to any animal, Chloe fixes the furball up with some food and something to drink...out of her special yellow cup. The redhead finally confesses her love for her best friend - to a dog. Can the Magic Yellow Cup help these two oblivious idiots sort this out...

This is the second installment of the Magic Yellow Cup Series (they are not in chronological order). I am doing my best to write them from the wonderful prompts I receive

[mcrololo]

Pitch perfect

Never have I pretended to be an animal

Halloween costumes are accepted, but I feel like some of them will act like an animal for the most random reason

Oh Chloe and Stacie most definitely have dressed as sexy black cats for Halloween. Maybe a tiger. (Also Stacie has definitely barked at handsome people) And technically, canonically, Lilly has stated she sleeps upside down like a bat. So that's three already knocked out of the park.

I also feel like, maybe, one time a couple of them dressed up as the Mystery Gang. Not even for Halloween, just for shits and giggles. And this means that someone has to dress up as Scooby. And I kind of am inclined to say that was Beca Mitchell, simply because she revealed that she always played the dog when playing house as a kid.

[massivedrickhead]

Bechloe Week Day 8: "Why didn't you say anything?" "You needed me to be okay."

Words: 3314

Notes: You can't give me a prompt like that and expect me not to write a bunch of angst. I also can't resist using a zombie au any chance I get, so naturally that setting is involved too.

This was the first one I wrote for Bechloe week this year and it was the one I was most excited about, but I feel like I might have ruined it by getting too in depth witht he universe. I dunno, I feel like I liked it better when it was in my head.

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Chloe opened her eyes with a groan, her hand coming up to gingerly touch the back of her head that had hit the ground moments ago.

“Are you okay?” Beca asked, looking up from where she’d been staring at her hand, flexing it and wincing slightly.

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “Yeah, I think so. Jesus, it just came out of nowhere, did you get it?”

Beca nodded, gesturing to the creature at her feet that gave it’s last dying twitch.

She pulled the blue and yellow bandanna that had been tied around her wrist and began wapping it tightly around her hand.

“Are you okay?” Chloe asked, wincing as she touched her head again. “What happened?”

“My gun backfired,” Beca said, “it hurts like a bitch. Can you stand?”

“I think so,” Chloe said, holding out a hand so Beca could pull her to her feet. There was a spike of pain as soon as she put weight on it, but she bit down hard on her lip and swallowed the yelp that threatened to come out. She figured she must have twisted it when she was knocked off her feet.

“You good?” Beca asked. “Your head’s okay?”

“I’m fine,” Chloe said. “But it’ll be getting dark soon, I think we should find somewhere to hide out for the night.”

Chloe hated the dark at the best of times, but being out of the safety of their home like this was another thing entirely. They were completely out in the open. Completely exposed. It made Chloe shiver just to think about it. She also wasn’t sure how fast she’d be able to walk on this ankle, and she didn’t want to slow them down if they ended up needing to run.

“We’re only a few hours away from home,” Beca said, looking down at her watch. “We should keep moving.”

“Okay,” Chloe said, trusting that Beca knew what she was doing. She’d never lead them astray before, and Chloe knew she wouldn’t this time. 

They walked in relative silence for hours. Both on high-alert, guns at the ready, ears straining for any sound that didn’t come from them.

The pain throbbing in Chloe’s ankle meant she didn’t notice Beca constantly checking her watch. She was too focused on putting one foot in front of the other to see the sheen of sweat on Beca’s head, or the way that her pace was beginning to slow.

“You’re limping,” Beca said. She sounded tired, but Chloe knew that she probably was. They were both tired, both hot, both scared. 

“I’m fine,” Chloe replied. 

Beca checked her watch and sighed. “Would you be able to run if you needed to?” She asked.

“Of course,” Chloe replied.

“Please don’t lie to me,” Beca said.

Chloe looked across at her. “I can run on my ankle,” she said. “It hurts like hell, but I can run on it.”

Beca nodded. “Good.”

“Can you shoot with that hand?” Chloe asked.

Beca looked down at it. Blood had soaked through the bandage, dark lines had begun creeping up her wrist.

“I can try,” she said, trying to wiggle her fingers but finding herself unable to. She let her hand drop to her side, hoping Chloe hadn’t noticed.

She would need her gun anymore soon anyway.

They kept walking until they were finally in sight of the small compound where they lived, and Chloe felt herself relax. She’d be home soon. They’d both be home soon. Aubrey could check out her ankle, and Beca’s hand, and they’d get patched up and everything would be fine.

They were near enough to the fence now that the guard dogs had noticed their approach. They came bounding up to the fence, and Chloe smiled in anticipation of their happy barks and wagging tails. They were always so pleased to see her.

As soon as they caught their scent, the dogs began growling, their hackles raised and teeth bared.

Chloe frowned. “Weird,” she said. “What do you think’s gotten into them?” She asked, turning to look at Beca.

Beca looked worse. Much worse. She was scarily pale, her eyes bloodshot, the veins beneath her skin becoming more prominent. 

A cold shiver ran up Chloe’s back, and she swallowed hard.

“Beca?”

“I love you, Chloe,” Beca said, her voice on the verge of slurring. “You know that right?”

“Beca, what happened?”

“P-please say it back,” Beca said. “I n-need to hear it one last time.”

“You’re scaring me,” Chloe said, eyes filling with tears. “Baby, please tell me what’s going on?” 

Beca shook her head, and she took a stumbling step backwards, away from Chloe. “Y-you should go ahead,” she said. She sounded so different that if Chloe hadn’t been watching her say the words, she would have thought it was someone else. It was as if each word was a struggle. As if she was having to pull them from somewhere. From something that wanted to take them away. “Go. Run. Don’t look b-back.”

Chloe’s heart was racing now as she grabbed hold of Beca’s hand and pulled the bloody bandana away.

She saw a bite, a perfect crescent of teeth marks, and her whole world ended.

“No,” she said, her voice a little over a whisper. “No!”

“Y-you n-need to leave,” Beca said. “R-run.”

Blood had started to drip from her nose, but her hands were shaking too much to wipe it away. 

The dogs were going crazy now. Their barking bordering on frenzied as they climbed over each other, desperate to break free from the fence and kill this creature that threatened them.

“Why… Why didn’t you say anything?” Chloe said, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Beca looked at her, and now the blood was dripping from her ears. Red tears ran down her cheeks.

The blue eyes Chloe had fallen in love with were almost gone. Soon they’d be the same milky white as all the other monsters out there.

“You n-needed me to b-be okay,” Beca said. “And I n-needed to get you home.” Beca’s knees gave way as the infection began taking over her motor functions. It was spreading through her like a fire. It lit up each of her nerve endings causing pain she’d never experienced before, burning through every vein and artery that held her together. Deep within her she felt something different.

A hunger. 

A primal, feral, hunger.

“I still need you to be okay,” Chloe sobbed, dropping to her knees beside Beca. “I can’t do this without you, I love you!”

“R-run,” Beca managed to choke out, her mouth beginning to open and close as if she had no choice in it. She was so hungry. “Get. Away. From. Me.” Her voice was more like a growl now. She had never been this hungry. She had never smelt anything so good. God, she wanted to eat this thing in front of her. She wanted to eat it so bad, and it wasn’t making any effort to run away.

“Chloe!” A voice boomed from behind them. “Get away from it!”

Beca’s head snapped towards the sound of the voice.

“Chloe!” The voice said again. It was Aubrey’s voice, Chloe realised, and she turned to see her standing a few feet away, her gun pointed at Beca.

Or the thing that had been Beca.

It let out a growl and lunged for Chloe, its jaw clenching and unclenching, mouth opening and closing as it fought for a bite - a taste - of Chloe.

Before it could sink its teeth into her neck, a shot rang out, and the dead weight of what had once been Chloe’s girlfriend slumped on top of her.

Chloe isn’t sure what happened next, but over the weeks and months that followed, Aubrey filled her in. 

Other people had run through the gate to see what had caused the commotion, and they saw one of their own lying on their back with a bullet hole in their head. Pale eyes staring up at a sky they couldn’t see.

The dogs were no longer barking but howling, mournfully so, but they still didn’t drown out the noise coming from Chloe.

Aubrey, with help from Stacie, had half-carried her back through the compound while she desperately fought them to be able to return to Beca’s side.

“She’s dead,” Aubrey had said, struggling to keep her grip on Chloe’s arm. “She’s gone, Chloe. You need to calm down or you’re going to get yourself shot.”

“So shoot me,” Chloe had sobbed, the fight in her finally dying as she sank to her knees. “I don’t want to do this without her.”

Aubrey didn’t respond to that, and she and Stacie managed to get her into the infirmary. She didn’t fight them while they checked her for bites, and when Aubrey lightly prodded her now very swollen ankle she didn’t flinch.

Stacie took the padded cuffs that were attached to the bed and began fastening them around Chloe’s wrists, apologising as she did. Chloe didn’t acknowledge her. 

“Do we need to do this?” Aubrey asked, wiping away the tears that she had finally allowed herself to shed. 

“You know the rules,” Stacie said. “Twelve hours under surveillance, just in case.”

“Aubrey, Stacie,” Flo had burst into the infirmary, out of breath and in a panic. “They’re going to throw Beca in the pit.”

This got Chloe’s attention.

“No,” she said, tugging at her restraints now. “No, you can’t let them!”

“Are you armed?” Aubrey asked Flo.

“Always,” Flo said, lifting her shirt to reveal the gun tucked in her waistband.

“Watch Chloe,” Aubrey said. “Come on, Stacie.”

The pair ran back out of the infirmary and towards the compound gates where a crowd was still gathering.

“Put her down!” Stacie yelled as they broke through and reached the place where Beca had died.

“Bosses orders,” Bumper said, his hands tucked underneath Beca’s arms as he lifted her up. “Can’t leave it out here it’ll just attract more of them, it goes in the pit.”

“That’s Beca you’re talking about,” Aubrey said. “She’s one of us.”

“Was Beca,” he said. “Was one of us. Now it’s just another dead idiot, stupid enough to get bitt-”

He was cut off by Stacie’s fist connecting with his jaw, and he staggered back, dropping Beca to the ground.

Guns were drawn in seconds.

“She gets a funeral,” Aubrey said. “How many times did she save your sorry ass when we were all out there?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Bumper said. “Rules are rules.”

“You didn’t say that when it was Amy,” Stacie said, taking a step closer, her gun raised higher as she stepped protectively in front of Beca. 

“Don’t,” he said, arms shaking as he pointed his own gun at her. “That was different. She took herself out before she turned. She did what you’re supposed to do. That… thing you’re protecting was a coward.”

“Not another word,” Stacie said. “Or I swear to god, Bumper I will shoot you where you fucking stand.”

“I think that’s quite enough,” a voice said from behind them. They turned and saw Gail, the leader of their compound, walking towards them. 

“Please,” Aubrey said to her, lowering her gun. “She should have a funeral. Chloe needs to be able to say goodbye.”

“No,” Gail said, simply. “I’m sure you’re an excellent shot, Aubrey, but the only real way to make sure these things stay dead is to burn them and do it quickly.”

“But… the pit? She deserves better than the pit.”

Gail shrugged. “I don’t know that it deserves anything. It isn’t Beca anymore, it’s a dead host. A husk. Have a funeral if you need to, but it won’t be with a body.”

“Then let us take her,” Stacie said. “Her family. If she’s going to be taken to the pit, it should be done by people who loved her.”

Bumper scoffed. “Fine by me.”

“As long as it’s done tonight, I don’t care who does it,” Gail said. “And if any of you ever cause a scene like this again, you’ll be out of here, mark my words.” She turned and left, and Bumper followed, barging into Stacie’s shoulder as he stormed past.

The crowd began to follow, until just Aubrey and Stacie were left.

“Are we actually taking her to the pit?” Aubrey asked.

“Fuck no,” Stacie said. 

The pit was exactly as horrible as it sounded.

A pit in the ground where bodies of creatures were dumped and burned. 

It was a way of lighting big fires that attracted minimal attention and it served as a trap to other creatures. They would consume their own if they needed, and a dead creature would often attract others to come feed on it. This way, when they came to investigate the smell, they would end up in the pit themselves, becoming trapped on the charred and jagged bones beneath them. Once a day the pit was checked, and any that had fallen in would be burned too. 

It was a useful place, but it was a place that none of them had ever wanted to end up. 

It was hard enough throwing in the anonymous dead creatures that occasionally stumbled across their compound, but when it was one of their own? 

Neither of them could imagine throwing Beca’s body down there, watching it land amongst the blackened bones before it eventually joined them.

Stacie picked up the backpack of firewood, matches, and kindling that Bumper had left and she put it on.

“Get her legs,” Stacie said, her hands hooking under Beca’s arms.

“Hands behind her head,” Aubrey said.

“I know how to do it,” Stacie replied, adjusting so her elbows went under Beca’s arms, and her hands interlocked against the back of Beca’s skull. That way, if Aubrey hadn’t hit her in the right spot and she came back, she wouldn’t be able to bite Stacie as easily. “Get her legs,” Stacie said again.

Aubrey did as she was told, and the pair carried her away from the main area of the compound and towards the pit.

Rather than throwing her in however, they kept walking until they were out of sight of the compound, far enough away that no one would stumble upon her bones when they were done.

“Here looks good,” Stacie said, and they gently lay Beca down.

“If Gail finds out, we’re done for,” Aubrey said.

“I know,” Stacie replied.

Using the wood in the backpack, and whatever they could salvage from the pit, they built a small wooden pyre.

They worked in silence until it was done, one of them always watching the other’s back, gun’s at the ready.

When the fire was lit, they took a step back.

“Why… Why did she wait so long?” Aubrey asked Stacie as they watched their old friend disappear behind a wall of fire and smoke. “She always said… We’ve all always said that if we got bit, we wouldn’t wait and turn. There were bullets in her gun. In Chloe’s gun. Why did she wait?”

The decision to shoot had been an instinct for Aubrey. She didn’t know who she was shooting at. She had heard the dogs, had seen Chloe sobbing on the ground, and then had seen the creature lunge for her. She didn’t know it was Beca until after. 

“Because Chloe wouldn’t have made it back if Beca had died,” Stacie said, her own jaw clenched as she tried her best not to cry. 

“Chloe’s incredibly capable out there. She sprained her ankle, but she would have-”

“That isn’t what I meant,” Stacie said, cutting her off. “They were in love, ‘Bree. Do you think Chloe would have been able to get home after seeing Beca die? Do you think she’d have been able to stand, and walk however many hours they were away without falling apart?”

“I don’t know,” Aubrey said with a sigh, wiping away the tears on her cheeks.

“I’m not saying Chloe isn’t capable,” Stacie said. “I’m not saying she needed Beca to get her home. I’m saying when you lose the person you love… I think she’d have given up. And I think Beca would have done the same if Chloe had been the one to die.”

“I wish this hadn’t happened,” Aubrey said. “I wish she was still here. And I wish… I wish it wasn’t me who shot her.”

“You saved Chloe’s life,” Stacie said. “It wasn’t Beca anymore.”

“Well, Chloe might not thank me for that,” Aubrey said.

“Maybe not,” Stacie countered. “But just because she wants to die, doesn’t mean we have to let her.”

Aubrey’s hand found Stacie’s and she squeezed. 

“If I die, you aren’t allowed to give up,” Aubrey said. “You aren’t allowed to follow me.”

Stacie squeezed her hand back. “You can’t boss me around from beyond the grave, Posen.”

They let out a small laugh, which died quickly as the fire before them crackled.

It had begun to die out. Soon there would be nothing left of the thing that had been Beca Mitchell.

“It’s getting dark,” Stacie said. “We should head back, this fire won’t be enough to keep them back, soon.”

“Yeah,” Aubrey said, wiping her eyes. “Goodbye, Beca. I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

They walked back to the compound in silence, the smell of smoke clinging to their clothes.

If they turned back to look, they’d have seen the silhouettes of the creatures begin shambling towards the dying embers of the fire, looking to see if there was anything left for them.

As they reached the gate,  the dogs began running up to sniff at them through the chain link fence.

The dogs’ tails wagged happily, and Aubrey and Stacie were allowed entry into the town. 

Chloe was as curled on her side as she was able to be when they made it back to the infirmary.

“You did it,” Chloe said, not turning to look at them when they entered the room. “I can smell it on you.”

Aubrey looked around before she spoke. “Not the pit,” she said, quietly. “I promise.”

Chloe sniffed and nodded. “Thank you.”

“I can take over from here Flo,” Aubrey said. 

“Actually I’d rather you didn’t,” Chloe said, her voice hollow. “I’m sure in a few days I’ll thank you for saving my life, but right now I can’t even look at you.”

“Chloe, that isn’t fair,” Stacie said.

“No,” Chloe replied. “Nothing about this is fucking fair.”

“What was I supposed to do, Chloe? Let her bite you?”

“Maybe,” Chloe said. “At least we’d have been together then.”

“One lover consuming another like that, it isn’t as romantic as you think,” Flo said. Chloe looked at her. They all remembered the story of her parents, and how she’d ended up coming to the compound alone. “Beca did what she did to save you, right? She could have saved herself some pain, and ended it before she turned, but she wanted to get you home safe. It would be a cruel way to repay her by throwing your life away like that.”

Chloe swallowed and tears spilled down her cheeks again. “I miss her,” she said, her voice wobbling. “I’m sorry, ‘Bree.”

“I know,” Aubrey said. “I’m sorry too.”

“I don’t know how to do this without her,” she said. “I don’t think I want to do this without her.”

“She wouldn’t want you to give up,” Stacie said. “So you have to try. You have to let us help you try.”

Chloe nodded, and tried to wipe her eyes, but the cuffs wouldn’t stretch that far. 

“How many hours until I can get out of these?”

Aubrey checked her watch. “About eight.”

“Will you be here when they come off?” Chloe asked. Aubrey nodded and took a seat at her bedside. “Good. I’m really going to need a hug.”

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‘Cause One Second It Was Perfect, Now You’re Halfway Out The Door

Bechloe Week 2021 Day Three: make up

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brittany with billie <33

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If B and C were to get a pet in aiaoy, what would it be

And SG! which cat from the box did the Mrs keep at last and did Eli kept the other two?

Dog. Periodt. 👀

And yes, Mamma did let Eli keep the fluffy gray one and they named him Davy Jones! And Chloe and Beca kept the black and orange kittens, naming them Mani and Sol respectively for the Norse gods who drove the moon and sun across the skies! Mani, the black one, is obsessed with Chloe and he likes to (playfully) attack Beca all the time. But Sol, the orange one, is in love with Beca and she comes and beats his ass when he fucks with Beca lol.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell Characters: Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale, Jesse Swanson Additional Tags: four paws led me to you series, bechloe - Freeform, paralized beca, the ways of fate au, bechloe first date, Jack - Freeform, service dog, bucks place, Fluff, like it's all fluff this time, can stand alone, First Kiss, beca mitchell - Freeform, Chloe Beale - Freeform, Vet Chloe Series: Part 2 of four paws led me to you Summary:

The story of Beca and Chloe's first date, one year after Jack and the red head were brought into Beca's life.

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Hey my tumblr people, my little guy left us this morning and we unfortunately don’t have any money to get his cremated, we literally were down to just our rent money because Covid fucking up everyone’s money and we used more than half of that to take him to the vet that same day, cause it wouldn’t be much of a home without him honestly. If you guys can find it in your heart to share this it would be greatly appreciated.

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