#chloe and aubrey

[texaschainsawmascara]

me as a nun ♱

[carrieisscary]

Megalopolis 2024

I can't wait to watch this !

The special effects look amazing !

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Selena Gomez

A Tribute To Baseball - Opening Day 03/28/2024

[pitch-perfect-spookfest]

The Pitch Perfect SpookFest will take place from October 25 - 31.

This year’s prompts will be tied to the word FRIGHTS. Each day people will write a story based on the letter assigned for the day.

October 25 - F

October 26 - R

October 27 - I

October 28 - G

October 29 - H

October 30 - T

October 31 - S

For example, Friday, October 25th is ‘F’ so stories might be based on ‘Frankenstein’ or ‘Forgotten’ or ‘Fright Night’.

Writers are given great latitude to be creative with this.

Good Luck and Happy SpookFest.

[lily0evans0gf]

and what if i said a marauders pitch perfect au???

[dailybrittanysnowpics]

Chloe - Becs…I can’t control what comes out of Aubrey’s mouth…

[godzillachloe]

Aubrey isn't amused when they get the results of their latest performance.

[bechloeislegit]

I is for I LOVE HUGS! And I do, too, so I'm sending you hugs and hoping that you’ll enjoy this little fluff piece.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale & Beca Mitchell Characters: Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell's Mother, Chloe Beale's Mother, Aubrey Posen, Stacie Conrad Additional Tags: Lifelong friends, bechloe - Freeform Series: Part 9 of ABCs of BeChloe Summary:

Prompt from @anotherbechloeshipper (AKA: AmyP91402): I Love Hugs.

On her first day of Kindergarten, 5-year-old Beca Mitchell meets 5-year-old Chloe Beale, and they become fast friends. They remained friends through the years until, one day, things changed.

[cycwrites]

Never Have I Ever - A Fic Tease

A/N - Honestly, I don't know what this is and I'm not sure if it'll go into a story at all or remain a Fic Tease for life.

This iteration of it is currently set 6 months before Nowish. Could change. Still not sure if i like it.

Oh, it's also fully unbeta'd, so none of this is @tiny-maus-boots fault.

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~A~

Saturday, September 24, 2016

“Never have I ever… had sex in the auditorium.”

Turning from Stacie’s wickedly pleased grin, Aubrey watched, absolutely fascinated, as Beca’s expression went perfectly still, her smile dropping away and taking all the color in her face with it.  Then Chloe gave a hum of pure satisfaction, taking a drink of her wine as Beca’s cheeks flared in a very impressive blush.

The four of them were celebrating Beca’s 23rd birthday – albeit a few days late. Aubrey had made Beca’s favorite dinner, Chloe had taken care of dessert and now they were lounging on the sectional couch in the Posen-Conrad living room.

Beca steadfastly refused to look at anyone as she drained the glass Stacie had just filled. Clearly pleased with herself, Stacie picked up the bottle and filled it again before settling back on the couch next to Aubrey.

“You did what in the auditorium?” Aubrey didn’t know if she was scandalized or amused. “That’s – you…” A mix of both, she decided, unable to stop smiling at Beca’s obvious discomfort. But really, the auditorium?

“Don’t give me the ‘It’s a sacred Bella space’ speech, Bree.” Beca rolled her eyes and looked up, ignoring the blush still high on her cheeks. “It’s just a room on a college campus with a bunch of horny young adults.”

Aubrey blinked – that had been exactly what she’d been about to say out of pure reflex, but it surprised her that Beca knew her well enough to anticipate it.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Becs.” Chloe bumped their shoulders together. “I’m sure countless generations have snuck in there for the same purpose.”

“Ew.” Beca’s face twisted. “Why would you say that?”

“You’re the one who said it, Beca.” Stacie topped off the rest of their glasses and shook the bottle. “Going to need another, I’ll be back.”

“Doesn’t mean I thought it through.” Beca shuddered as Stacie went into the kitchen. “Now I need a shower.”

“Need a hand?” Chloe blinked wide innocent blue eyes when Beca just arched a brow at her.

“Wait.” Aubrey looked over at her wife when she came back in the room. “How do you know about it and I don’t?”

“Chloe’s got great volume.” Stacie set the bottle on the table to let it breathe a little. Beca groaned and grabbed one of the throw pillows and tried to smother herself. To Aubrey’s shock, even Chloe started to blush through her grin. “I happened to be outside.”

“Pure chance. Mmhmm, right.” Aubrey looked at the three of them. “There’s more to this story, isn’t there?”

“No!” Beca’s yell was muffled from behind the pillow. “I am not drunk enough for this conversation.” She let the pillow fall to her lap. “I will never be drunk enough for this conversation.”

It was a testimony to how much she trusted the other three that not once did Aubrey become worried that she wasn’t in on the joke. While Past Aubrey and her insecurities weren’t entirely gone, she trusted the women in this room with her life and knew they would never keep anything from her with any malicious intent.

Besides, she knew eventually one of them would spill the details, they always did.

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This definitely came about purely from "You did what in the auditorium?!" popping into my head yesterday before bed. Not quite the direction I saw it going once I had it down, but thought I'd throw it out anyway.

[chloebeale]

CHLOE AND AUBREY NEED WEDDING DATES (7/?)

RATING: T. PAIRINGS: Bechloe, Staubrey. WORDS: 3.5K. SUMMARY: The group realize they haven't yet discussed their sleeping arrangements... the reality of which isn't quite as terrifying as a Posen-filled meet and greet. NOTES: Two years later and here we are! If you've been waiting for this update, I truly apologise for the delay. I hope you enjoy, though!

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Soon, the four were making their way to their cabins, where their luggage already awaited their arrival. The two rooms, positioned across the narrow corridor from one another, seemed to be much bigger than anything Stacie had expected if the space between each door was anything to go by. “So, which one’s ours?” Stacie asked, eyeing the suitcases. They stood in two neat stacks; Stacie’s and Beca’s outside of one door, Aubrey and Chloe’s outside of the other. It made the answer to her question pretty obvious. “Ours?” Aubrey quirked a brow. Stacie looked from the suitcases to Aubrey, as if the former weren’t even there. “Mine and yours.” “Oh, no.” Aubrey shook her head. “That won’t be—” “What?” Stacie questioned. She gestured with her head to Aubrey. “We are girlfriends, aren’t we?” “She does have a point,” Chloe offered before Aubrey got the chance to protest further. “It’ll look weird if people see us going into separate rooms.” Aubrey pursed her lips. “Weird or not, Chloe, these are—” She paused, eyes shifting away from Chloe and towards Stacie and Beca, before she lowered her voice, addressing only Chloe despite the three of them standing right there within the same vicinity. “Not twin rooms.”

READ ON AO3!

[afh48]

chapter 4 of naked in manhattan is up on ao3!! please go check it out! :)

summary: "Hi, it's Chloe! I know you just landed, and I know you're probably busy. But I would love to see you! So call me when you can!"

On a business trip to Manhattan, Beca meets Chloe in a club bathroom.

fandom: pitch perfect

pairings: beca x chloe, minor aubrey x stacie

other tags: alternate universe, implied sexual content, implied/referenced abuse, past child abuse, homophobia, romance, fluff, angst

[143bc]

Incorrect BeChloe quotes

Chloe - hey babe, I’m gonna shower before we go. You wanna shower with me?

Staubrey - (look at Beca, anticipating her response)

Beca - babe, there’s a gun in a locker in the garage…if I ever say no to that question, I want you to use it on me

Chloe - (blushes)

Staubrey - (in unison) I get that…

[pitch-perfect-spookfest]

The 2024 Pitch Perfect SpookFest is coming.

[becabeale143]

Incorrect Quad quotes

(Staubrey sitting down to dessert at Bechloe’s house)

Chloe - (Beca brings her a piece of cheesecake with chocolate syrup)

Aubrey - Chloe! I thought you were on a diet and eating healthy…

Stacie - don’t you change a thing, girl. That booty is fineeee…

Beca - (smirks at Aubrey) She is eating healthy

[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.”