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unholyhelbiglinked · 5 years ago

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Camp Beaverbrook | 019

A/N: Things are in fact drawing to a close, which is kind of emotional for me because I’ve poured so much into this. But that being said- Major trigger warning. This one is rough.

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A leaden bullet pierced skin with a sickening crunch akin to a twig snapping against just the slightest bit of pressure. It was almost instant, the scent of blood that filled the air. Beca Mitchell noticed the sharp pain in her wrist first, how hot the gun was against her palm and how much she wanted to let it fall to the dirt next to the patterned tire of the black El Dorado.

A thick syrupy blood rushed against Jesse’s hand. He let out a cry like a wounded animal and released his hold on Chloe to clench the gushing wound. She scrambled away best she could, behind Beca, behind the only weapon that the girls possessed.

“Fuck!” He shouted, stomping his foot against the ground as he let out a howl of pain that dissolved into a maddening laugher. “Ah, I should have seen that coming. Going for my arm. That was smart. A classic Bond move.”

He smiled at them then, halfway crouched over as the pale moonlight darkened the spot of slowly glowing liquid. Beca swallowed back the burning in her throat, hand quivering at the thought of shooting again. Just a bit of pressure and it would all be over. She had him right where she wanted him.

“Doesn’t the bad guy always end up going to jail?” Aubrey spoke up behind the open door of the car. Logic was replaced with an icy demeanor.

“Most of the time, yeah. They do. But they’re naive enough to work alone.” He laughed again, echoing against the trees. “Then again, you’re all clever enough to know I couldn’t be in two places at once. I didn’t have to be, I had help. I am the help.”

“You tried to drown me.” Beca’s voice was watery, her chest seizing as the memory of the murky waters toxic taste washed over her like waves. It made her tighten her grip, grit her teeth at the thought of it.

He smiled fondly at the memory. “I did, helped Chloe out with drying her hair too. Thought it would do the trick- but we got you pretty good, right?” Jesse’s attention was on Emily, steadily losing blood from the gash that pushed close to her knee. She grimaced and turned her cheek. The streaks would be easy to see against the ash.

“Who else?” Chloe’s voice was strong. Her nails digging into her palm. “Who are you helping?”

The smile faltered against his pale lips. Blood dripped in even drops from his fingertips. They twitched involuntarily from the cold, from the bullet that left a little mark in the tree behind him. A clean in and out wound that would call for some physical therapy, which he couldn’t’ attest to behind bars.

“Two lovers park a car along the side of the road after a long date, when they hear the radio crackle. It’s a special announcement.” He mocked at Aubrey; eyes glassy.

Beca’s chest seized. That stupid campfire story from the start of the summer. She had been buzzed and her mind focused too acutely on the fact that Chloe Beale was close. Close enough to smell her strawberry shampoo and the alcohol that riddled her breath. Nothing about it stuck out to her- the same story with the same killer, missing the rainy weather and the hook for a hand, but still a classic.

“Drowning… Strangling…” Aubrey’s voice was hushed, her unripe eyes trained at one spot on the ground that kept the world from spinning. When she glanced up, tears rolled towards her chin, gravity having no mercy. “You sick bastard, the camp story? That’s what all this is about? Recreating some urban legend?”

“Not an urban legend!” He exploded, voice echoing. “Did you know that poor terrorized kid had a son? Just a baby when he escaped. He’s grown now, old and dead and rotting in the ground. But he had a daughter, and that daughter had one of her own.”

This silenced the four girls. There were never any records to search for- maybe there was a kid who had been terrorized to the point of flowing insanity. A kid who was sent to an asylum and stewed against a padded room with a straight jacket binding him. Festering with revenge and finally getting far enough from his restraints to take it. Jesse seemed to quiver with excitement at the realization that washed over all four of them. The big plot twist that had been festering since day one.

A distinct sound mirroring that of a bullet pushing past tendons once again filled the air, but Beca had the sense not to pull the trigger. She hadn’t applied any pressure, in fact, the tip of the gun was pointed at the boy’s feet now, mouth half-way ajar and stomach in a series of knots.

An arrow.

It was silver against the metallic moonlight; it’s pointed tip pushing into Jesse’s throat. He sputtered and choked and released his hold on the bullet wound to attend to the new one. His teeth were stained black with blood, a gurgled attempt at words blocked by the arrowhead. Jesse Swanson fell to the dirt- body heavy and dark eyes somehow darker.

“He talked way too much.” The voice came from behind the craft director and her loyal lifeguard. Aubrey’s grip on the car door tightened and Emily stared blankly at the body that lay on the ground before directing her attention with the rest. “On and on about all the movie references. I mean God, can you just shut the fuck up?”

Stacie Conrad walked between two looming Douglas firs, her crossbow by her side. The same one she loaded with arrows each day. She had taught Emily well enough about aim- had gotten the tip to push past the black into the blue, telling her to keep her arm straight and keep her focus on the motions instead of the target.

She had opted out of the traditional bow now, switching to something that had more force, more control. Her white Camp Beaverbrook shirt was stained with sweat and dirt and something that looked like blood. It mixed into a terracotta red and hugged her perfectly in the moonlight.

“he stole my thunder,” She pouted, pushing her bottom lip out. “I didn’t get to see the looks on your faces when you found out about dear old grandfather. About daddy who’s locked up in bedlam. About Mommy who killed herself out of shame. Oh! There it is, that’s the one. Emily, you always come through, don’t you?”

“Stay back!” Beca prompted, finding her confidence, raising the gun back to her target.

“That’s endearing, sweetheart, but I think you’re out of bullets,” Stacie responded, staring her down. “Detective Wilken’s was kind enough to let me borrow it. He only came up here with a couple of rounds. I fired one into Gail’s head and you-“ She looked at the cook folded like laundry, chuckling. “You aimed for the arm.”

Beca unclipped the magazine, fumbling with her numb fingers. Stacie was right- absolutely nothing but the vague scent of gun powder and a trembling in her chest. She pushed the gun aside, letting it fall to the ground next to the body and the slowly growing scent of blood.

“So what now?” Chloe croaked out “You torment us for weeks before killing us? Just like that?”

“Oh, I didn’t want to kill you. Not at first. I attacked Aubrey in that bathroom for a little bit of fun- but when she started blaming you, Beca, that’s when I knew I could push it further than my imagination could comprehend. It’s when I recruited Spielberg over there too. From there I suppose family instinct took over.”

Emily let out a grunt of pain, losing her grip on the front of the car, Chloe not there to hold her up, Aubrey twitching with anticipation to get near the girl. She narrowed her eyes, staring like she wanted to move, but couldn’t before an arrow could break skin.

“I knew the two of you would be smart enough to smell gas in the shed, but wow, did you cut it close? Really, the diving technique was impressive. And You?” Her eyes flicked towards Chloe “You’re just lucky that Beca was there to pull Jesse off.”

The youngest camper had edged to the bumper of the car, pushing her fingers into the dirt. She couldn’t stand anymore, her breath hissing. Her lips were blue under the moonlight, running out of time. Stacie’s eyes twinkled at this.

“Wouldn’t that have been a cool way to go?” She asked, “Murdered by a hairdryer, hell, pulled down in the murky water until you just let everything escape you? I always thought drowning would be the best way. Painful, but peaceful all at once.”

“How…” Emily choked out, her voice deep her chest shaking. “How do you feel about burning alive?”

The flame was slight, a small edge in a sea of blue. It shaded Emily’s face in the warmest light, leaned up against the front of the car with as much strength as she could muster. A silver zippo that was in Jesse’s pocket. It emitted gas at an alarming rate, Emily’s aim the best it could be.

“Wha-“Stacie’s voice cracked as the leg of her jeans caught a hot ribbon of light trailing until it pressed against the base of her shirt. She dropped the crossbow, letting out a grunt as her hand rushed to pat out of the blaze to now avail. “Fuck, you fucking bitch!”

Chloe let out a scream of terror the best she could as she pushed into Beca’s neck, refusing to stare as the copper flame ate away at flesh. Their whole world became illuminated in a blazing red- shouts of pure pain and furry echoing against the trees as she dropped to her knees, and then her hands- the scent of burning skin pulling at the back of their throats rushing in their lungs.

Then it was quiet- the fire cracking against the mass, spreading across the grass like. Stacie’s fingers stretched past the flames, twitching as they melted. The warm color shading all of their faces, fire cracking without the story of an escaped patient. Just his granddaughter perishing in the night.

Aubrey was quick to kneel down next to Emily, her breath puffing out in short edges of smoke. She guided Emily’s amber eyes to hers, trying to see if they still flickered themselves, her chest moving in short rapid movements. “How did you know that would work?”

“It took me a long time to smell the gas in the shed.” Emily whispered, “Not this time. I just hoped she spilled enough on herself to…”

Her voice was fading, weak and webbed at the edges. Blood was smeared against the corner of her lips like neon paint against white canvas. Beca’s lungs felt heavy, filled with toxic lake water and slowly melting bones. Aubrey let out a thick breath and knelt down to Emily, moving her gaze, trying to get her to focus. The silver lighter twinkled under the moon.

“We have to get her to town,” Aubrey said, voice choked “She’s lost a lot of blood if we don’t-“

Chloe dropped down to the cold, wet grass before numbly searching Jesse’s pockets. She was holding her breath, patting down his bloodied shirt before pawing around his pants. Beca let the gun fall to the ground, bringing her palms up the hairline as she struggled to steady her breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Keys!” Chloe croaked out despite the pain her throat. “he had them on him, come on, I’ll drive.”

Things seemed to move in slow motion, Beca lifting Emily with ease, Aubrey holding her up from the other side. The black El Dorado sputtered and kicked until it roared to a vengeful life. The grass turning black as night, reflecting the edge of fire against the dusty windows of the old car. The tires skidding against mud before crunching against gravel.

Emily lay with her head in Aubrey’s lap, staring with golden eyes up at the padded ceiling with cigar burns sprinkled like a dalmatians coat. Beca sat in the passenger seat, holding on to the leather to keep her hands from shaking, Chloe white-knuckling the steering wheel. They drove quietly, precisely until the dirt turned to asphalt- sprinkled with green road signs leading to the next town over, speed no option.

“Is it over?” Emily whispered; voice weak. “Aubrey, is it over?”

Aubrey swallowed back the sour taste in her mouth, moving her thumb against the girl's cold cheek- her hair pulling away from kind and flickering eyes. “Yeah, Em. It’s over.”

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godzillachloe · 3 years ago

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@merry-pitchmas to @themediocreplace

Here is the fan fic I wrote: The Night Before

PP2 AU. This is basically PP2 with a few minor changes. In this version the Bellas' retreat at Aubrey's camp and Beca and Chloe's fight/make up have already happened Pre-Christmas in the story. Also Barden is set in a colder climate because Snow is a must ;) I hope you enjoy it. And please forgive any typos. I didn’t have time to triple check it. Happy holidays :)

#merry pichmas 2021 #bechloe fanfic #beca and chloe #chloe beale #beca mitchell #aubrey posen #emily junk #stacie conrad #junksen

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wandaswigglywoes · 3 years ago

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Junksen - Aubrey takes care of lil werewolf Emily

Don't know if Aubrey is also a were

This took me some time to figure out what I was doing. Thank you for prompting me!!! :3 I hope you enjoy!! I’m going to try and let this be sort of ambiguous— let the reader decide if they wish to ship them romantically. (If my muse will let me. We’ll see where the girls decide to take it lmao) Haha, just kidding-- this has been sitting in my drafts for 84 years. basically ignore that above, i can't do ambiguous apparently. bye

“Why me?!” Emily winces at the shrill voice on the other side of the door, but only for the fact that it’s loud and causes the sharp pain behind her right eye to pulsate. “Why do I have to take care of her? I should be out in the trenches!” The voice continues, outraged. Emily thinks under normal circumstances, she would feel hurt, and guilty that this woman would rather be out fighting then to have to deal with her, but the only kind of emotion that Emily can muster is a sort of throbbing numbness.

“Aubrey!” A warning growl. “Her entire pack was brutally murdered before her eyes, and she was taken captive only to be tortured. Have a bit of sympathy!” Something sharp digs through the numbness and suddenly, as if she’s being submerged into an icy fjord, it all hits her at once. She has nothing— no one left.

There is silence on the other side of the door, but Emily’s exceptional hearing picks up heavy breathing. “I— I’m not saying that what happened isn’t terrible and despicable,” The shrill voice from before is much softer now, remorse evident in her tone. “I’m saying that perhaps I’m not cut out to be the one to take care of her. Someone like Chloe could—“

“Chloe is unavailable, and you know that, Aubrey. She is dealing with our spy that brought Emily in.”

“But daddy, I—“

There is a low growl and the hairs on the back of Emily’s neck stand on end. “Are you challenging me, Aubrey? I know I am your father, but I am also your alpha, so are you challenging my authority?”

“No. Of course not.” This time the voice is tight and controlled.

“Good, then you will do as I say.” The sound of someone retreating is followed, leaving no more room for argument.

Emily stares down at her bruised and raw wrists, waiting for the door to open, but it doesn’t. Not right away at least, but she knows that someone is still standing on the other side of the door.

Finally, the door creaks open, sounding so much louder in the quiet bedroom. Emily keeps her gaze downcast, wishing for all the world that she could disappear. There’s a sharp intake of breath that Emily knows has to be about her appearance. She hasn’t been able to bathe in— well, she isn’t really sure. Maybe a week? Her wrists and ankles are raw and bloody from where they had kept her shackled in pure silver, and there were fang marks at her neck where they had fed from her.

Werewolf blood was said to be warm and intoxicating to vampires, and not only that, but they lasted a lot longer than normal humans. "How are you feeling?" The voice sounds much softer now, though Emily can still hear the strain underneath.

Anger burns the back of her throat. "You don't have to be here if you don't want to," Emily says darkly, still unwilling to look up.

There is a sharp inhale through flared nostrils before it's exhaled shakily. "You heard that..." Emily chuckles derisively, but says nothing. "Right, of course. Look, I'm sorry. I'm just-- I'm not good with--" The voice trails off and Emily finally brings her gaze up to put a face to the voice.

It's a mistake. The woman is beautiful, blonde hair pulled into a tight bun with wisps of it framing her pretty, delicate features. Her eyes are a piercing green with flecks of gold, and behind them is remorse. Emily feels all the anger melt from her body in that moment. The woman's hands are clasped together tightly in front of her, as if to keep them from fidgeting. She's wearing a pair of form fitting jeans and a maroon colored Henley shirt, the whole outfit making her look effortlessly beautiful.

Emily clears her throat. "It's fine." She finally murmurs, eyes dropping back to her bloodied wrists, feeling as if she's been staring for too long.

"I'm Aubrey," The woman says gently, slowly approaching the edge of the bed where Emily sits rigidly.

"Emily," She mumbles, a shaking hand coming up to push a few greasy strands of hair out of her face.

She looks up to see Aubrey smile gently and Emily feels her insides clench. She has a nice smile. "Emily, is there--- is there anything I can help you with? We should probably clean up your wounds so that the healing process doesn't take more time than it's already going to."

Emily feels herself blush, realizing she's going to have to ask Aubrey to help her with bathing. "I--I'd really like to wash up, but-- I don't think I can stay standing long enough."

Aubrey nods. "Of course, and then we'll tend to those wounds." She approaches slowly and then holds out her arms for Emily.

Emily slowly reaches out, gripping both of Aubrey's forearms and allows herself to be pulled into a standing position. Her body screams in protest at the movement, but Emily manages to keep from crying out in pain.

Emily sits in the warm bath, knees pulled up to her chest and head tipped back slightly as Aubrey carefully pours water onto Emily's hair. Some of the tension leaves Emily's broken body as Aubrey's fingers massage shampoo into her scalp. The last time someone else washed her hair, Emily was a small child and it had been her mother.

This is-- it's different. The air feels charged, the action too intimate for two strangers.

Aubrey had respectfully kept her eyes averted while Emily struggled to undress, using Aubrey's outstretched hands to keep herself upright. They hadn't spoke since Aubrey had agreed to help her, the silence somehow louder than anything Emily had ever heard.

"Are you okay?" Aubrey finally asks, voice quiet, as if afraid to break the previous silence.

Emily swallows the dryness from her throat. "Yes, thank you."

"Close your eyes, I'm going to rinse your hair." So Emily does, barely suppressing a shiver as Aubrey's fingers comb through her hair.

After Aubrey had helped Emily get dressed (Some borrowed sleep clothes of Aubrey's), she lead Emily back into the bedroom at had her sit at the edge of the bed once more.

Aubrey is very gentle as she wraps her ankles and wrists, before looking her over for any other wounds. They still hadn't said very much to each other, which is fine with Emily. She doesn't have the energy to try and make conversation, too emotionally numb to think.

It isn't until Aubrey's fingers gently trace the fang marks on her neck that Emily's mind buzzes to life quite suddenly, pain shooting down her neck. Emily jumps and in turn, so does Aubrey. "S-sorry, is it painful?"

Emily blinks, suddenly realizing how close Aubrey's face is to her own. "I--a little," She squeaks, a soft blush coloring her cheeks.

Aubrey's fingers are still on her neck as she stares into Emily's eyes. "I'm sorry, the ointment should numb it." She finally says, and Emily realizes that Aubrey's fingers are coated in something thick and that the pain is slowly receding.

"T-thanks," Emily says, eyes quickly finding somewhere else to look other than Aubrey's probing gaze. "For everything, for doing this even though you didn't want to."

"I'm sorry you heard that," Aubrey looks ashamed as she finally pulls her hand back, wiping it on a towel. "It had nothing to do with you, I hope you know. I'm just-- not very good at any of this."

Emily smiles for what seems like the first time in a while. It doesn't quite reach her eyes, but it's gentle and earnest. She reaches out and takes one of Aubrey's hands in her own, ignoring the way her heart picks up speed as she does. "You've done a pretty good job so far."

She isn't sure if it's a trick of the light or not, but Emily thinks Aubrey blushes at the compliment, eyes falling to their joined hands. "Thank you, Emily."

Emily wakes up screaming, her neck burning and her ankles and wrists aching painfully, and the haunting screams of her family echoing in her mind. For a moment, Emily isn't sure where she is, chest heaving as she chokes on her own tears.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Hands are on her shoulders, stilling her thrashing, and when that doesn't work, arms wrap around her. "It's just a dream, Emily, you're safe."

"A-Aubrey?" Emily sobs, her world slowly coming into focus, nose picking up Aubrey's scent.

"Yes, it's me. I have you." Fingers comb through her sweaty hair.

Emily's body sags into Aubrey, nose burying into a slender neck and allowing the now familiar scent to push away the image of her family being murdered in front of her. "They're all dead," Emily hiccups, her arms wrapping around herself. "I'm-- I'm alone."

Aubrey pulls Emily practically into her lap, fingers trailing up and down her spine. "I'm so sorry they're gone, Emily," Aubrey murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. "But you aren't alone, I promise."

"Y-You don't even kn--know me," Even as she says it, her fingers grip the edge of Aubrey's sleep shirt as if she might disappear.

Aubrey sighs softly. "It doesn't matter. I have good instincts, and I can tell you're a good person. So, I mean it when I tell you that you aren't alone."

"Will you-- will you stay with me?" Emily doesn't think she can be alone again. True, Aubrey had made it into Emily's room in record time, but the thought of laying in this big bed alone with her thoughts scares her.

Aubrey doesn't hesitate. "Of course I will."

Emily sits with her back against a large tree, basking in the sun. It had been months since she was rescued and the war was getting closer to ending, and though Emily's heart still ached for her family, she had adjusted relatively well in this new pack.

A shadow crosses over her face and Emily frowns, opening her eyes to find Beca staring down at her-- the one who had rescued her. "Hey." She offers Emily a crooked grin before settling beside her.

"Hey, what's up?"

Beca lulls her head to the side to look at Emily. "Just checking in on my favorite little wolf."

Emily chuckles, nudging Beca with her shoulder. "Are you sure that title doesn't belong to someone else?"

Beca flushes slightly. "Shut up."

Emily's grin grows wider. "Pretty blue eyes, red hair--" Beca shoves her playfully and Emily laughs.

"If you're going to tease me about Chloe, then I can tease you about Aubrey."

Emily's smile drops. "Aubrey and I are friends." She says mechanically.

"Why don't you just tell her?" Beca asks gently.

"Why don't you tell Chloe?" Emily counters, annoyance evident in her voice.

Beca sighs resignedly. "I plan to... Later today. So you've got no reason not to to tell Aubrey."

Emily whips around to stare at Beca in shock, before something dawns on her. "You're going on another mission, aren't you?"

Beca inhales slowly, seeming to hold the air in her chest for a moment before exhaling. "Yeah, and life's too short to keep this shit bottled up."

Emily swallows the sudden burn of tears in her throat and nods jerkily before dropping her head to Beca's shoulder. "You better be careful, or else." She murmurs.

"I always am." Beca lets her own head drop onto Emily's.

Emily smells her before she sees her, the scent of lavender and earth growing stronger the closer she gets.

Aubrey stands outside her room on her balcony, leaning against the railing and staring up at the moon. "Hello, Emily." She says without turning around, probably having both scented and heard Emily.

Emily steps up beside her, heart in her throat. "Hi," She replies quietly, leaning against the railing next to her. Their arms brush against each others, and Emily allows it to calm her racing heart. "I uhm-- I wanted to talk to you."

Aubrey turns slightly to look at Emily. "Oh? Is everything okay?"

Emily visibly swallows as she brings her own gaze to meet Aubrey's. "Yes-- I mean, I think so." She can feel her cheeks heating up beneath Aubrey's concerned eyes and hopes it's just dark enough that Aubrey doesn't notice. "It's just-- I was talking to Beca earlier, and she said-- well, she said something to me that made me realize that I should tell you how-- how I really feel about you."

Aubrey's eyebrows draw together in confusion. She turns fully to face Emily. "How you--"

"Life's too short to keep these feelings bottled up, and I should know that better than anyone. So even if you don't feel the same, I wanted to tell you that I-- that I have feelings for you."

"You have feelings for me?" Aubrey stares at Emily in shock.

"Yes. Well, technically, I'm like-- a little bit in love with you. Which--- I don't want you to feel pressured to love me back, or feel guilty if you don't. I'm perfectly content to be your friend, I just-- I felt like you should know. So don't--"

"Emily," Aubrey's fingers press against Emily's lips.

"Hmm?"

Aubrey grins, eyes watery. "I'm a little bit in love with you, too." And before Emily can try to say anything else, Aubrey kisses her.

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kendrickslmanburg · 3 years ago

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It's a long way down from the bottom of the river

Rating:

Not Rated

Archive Warnings:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

F/F

Fandom:

Pitch Perfect (Movies)

Relationship:

Emily Junk/Aubrey Posen

Characters:

Fat Amy (Pitch Perfect)

Aubrey Posen

Stacie Conrad

Emily Junk

The Bellas (Mentioned)

jessica and ashley (mentioned)

Additional Tags:

Drowning

lake monsters

junksen ayo

Language:English

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#HW2105 #emily junk #aubrey posen #junksen #pitch perfect #pitch perfect faniction #pitch perfect horror week #pphw #barden bellas #fanfic

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snowonebutyou · 5 years ago

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Hohoho! Merry Pitchmas, @dickinsonemilys, I’m your Secret Santa (again)! :)

Summary: Aubrey doesn't know how to tell Emily how she feels about her. Written for the 2019 Merry Pitchmas Exchange.

Notes: Merry Pitchmas Julia, I'm your Secret Santa (again)! YAY :) Sorry for this very unsupervised work, hope you like it.

Words: 1,664

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Everything went back to Emily.

Okay, maybe that sounded dramatic, but Aubrey will stand by the feeling.

Because the truth was that, despite having settled into her position as Barden’s reigning monarch, Aubrey was never fully content. Not that Chloe and Beca made her uncomfortable or that she was afraid of her powers, like she had been for so long — nothing so histrionic. It was just a feeling, deep down in her gut, that kept nagging at her.

And then she heard it. The voice. Emily’s voice. Calling out to her, causing her magic to run free. Causing Aubrey to feel unimpeded like she never had before.

And yeah, she may have accidentally awakened the elemental spirits and caused mayhem to Barden and its citizens but the fact remained that, once a door had been opened, it would be hard to close again. And Aubrey didn’t want to close it ever again.

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#merry pitchmas 2019 #aubrey posen #emily junk #junksen #otp: fanfic #under the christmas tag #my stories #pitch perfect #frozen au

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pitchhorrorweek · 5 years ago

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Horror Week 2019 Themes!

Oh wow, look at us being super non-chaotic this year and giving you the themes more than ten days before October!

Please Reblog & Share to spread the wicked word!

DAY ONE: (#HW191) Costumes Come to Life

DAY TWO: (#HW192) Accidentally Summoning a Demon

DAY THREE: (#HW193) [Evil] Doppelgangers

DAY FOUR: (#HW194) Milk Carton Kids*

DAY FIVE: (#HW195) Halloween Town

DAY SIX: (#HW196) Blood Magic

DAY SEVEN: (#HW197) Strange Neighbors

Remember to tag your entries with the hashtag right next to the day so we can check them out! We can’t wait to see what you guys have planned for October 1st- October 7th! At risk of sounding too much like a teacher, have fun with it!

A few more things:

You can submit fanfiction, fanart, mood boards, video edits, honestly whatever sparks your interest. As long as it has to do with the theme and Pitch Perfect than it’s okay in our book!

Please make sure you use that handy dandy hashtag next to each day so we can actually locate your masterpieces

*Milk Carton Kids- In the 1980′s the CSC started putting missing children posters on the back of milk cartons. Research is appreciated and respect is a must.

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aliciameade · 6 years ago

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Not A Serial Killer

Title: Not A Serial Killer Author: aliciameade Rating: G Pairing: Aubrey/Emily Summary: ...it’s a fluffy prompt/challenge fulfillment!

“This is dumb. Why am I doing this?” Emily shook her hands out as she stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room at the Bellas house. “Chloe, why am I doing this?”

Chloe fiddled with the collar of Emily’s blouse. “Because you like her.”

“She’s not even gay,” she huffed.

“Neither are you.” Chloe swatted her backside and she yelped. “Who cares?”

Emily whined, “I care. What if she says yes? I don’t know if I can handle a long-distance relationship.”

“The Lodge is literally 45 minutes from campus and you both have cars. You shouldn’t start worrying about that yet, though.”

“Why? Because she’s going to turn me down?”

“No!” Chloe laughed. “Because it’s too early to get hung up on that. She’s going to say yes.”

“How do you know?” Emily whirled around and poked Chloe’s chest. “What do you know? Did you tell her? You told her!”

“I didn’t tell her anything!” Chloe said, hands up in defense. “But I do know her type.”

Emily busied herself with putting on her shoes, flats that wouldn’t make her tower over her crush like heels would. “What’s her type? Why haven’t you told me already?”

Chloe laughed and twirled to sit on Emily’s bed. “I can’t do everything for you, Em.”

“You’re not doing anything!” Emily knew she was being unreasonable; she had no reason to accuse Chloe of any wrongdoing. She just felt like she needed to explode at someone, in some way, for anything. “I’m sorry,” she added with a deep breath. “I’m freaking out.”

“Don’t freak out,” Chloe said with a smile that made it feel like she was oversimplifying the entire situation. “It’s Aubrey. Not a serial killer.”

Emily felt like she’s sweating, but another glance in the mirror told her she was fine. “Why is that the first scenario you jump to?”

Chloe shrugged. “Don’t know. Doesn’t matter. She’ll say yes.”

“Remind me why I’m doing this in person instead of a text like a normal person?”

“Because Aubrey’s old-fashioned.”

She groaned again and grabbed her purse. “She’s going to be there, right?”

“For our standing weekly coffee date? She never misses it without at least an hour notice and it’s…” she looked at her watch, “in 15 minutes. So you better go.”

She stomped her foot, well aware that her action is more than a little childish. “She’s going to say no.”

Chloe smiled at her. “No, she won’t.” She pointed at the door. “She hates when people are late. Now go.”

Emily stood outside the door of Rise and Grind. Her palms were sweating. Her feet didn’t want to move. Aubrey was sitting at a table, coffee cup in front of her while she swiped around on her phone.

She looked beautiful, but she was always beautiful, with her perfectly smooth hair and her eggshell cowl neck sweater. She looked up right when Emily worked up the courage to reach for the door’s handle and it startled her so much she ran right into the man who was trying to exit, knocking his coffee out of his hand to the ground in a chaotic explosion.

“Oh, my stars! Oh, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, sir! I’ll get you another drink, what was it?” She pushed past him and headed for the counter, barely registering that he was telling her it was okay and she needn’t purchase him a replacement.

“Emily?”

Aubrey’s voice stopped her in her tracks and made her forget about the embarrassing catastrophe.

She turned slowly on her heel, every ounce of forgotten anxiety returning two-fold. “Heyyyyy, Aubrey.”

“What are you doing here? Is Chloe with you? She’s late.”

“No, I, uh -” She stumbled over her words and took a lurching step forward, clinging to the strap of her purse like a lifeline. “She’s. Not here. It’s me. Instead.”

Aubrey’s smile seemed confused but she gestured at the seat across from her. “Is she okay? She’s not sick is she?”

“No, um,” Emily started as she pulled out the chair. It made an ungodly screeching sound across the floor and she grimaced. “She’s fine.”

“Oh. Okay, good.” She set down her phone and smiled again, this time without the confusion. “Well, hi.”

“Hey. Hi.” Emily pushed her hair back nervously. “How are you?”

“I’m well, thank you. I haven’t seen you in a while. How are your classes?”

“Oh, they’re good. Fine. I only took 15 credits this semester to make sure I had enough time for the Bellas.”

Aubrey sobered. “15 isn’t that light of a load. Are you sure you’re balancing everything? Because I can talk to Beca and Chloe about -”

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. Really. Please don’t tell them I can’t handle it. I have to be able to handle it if I’m going to be the only member next year, right?” She laughed nervously and then rolled her eyes. She didn’t need to think about that impending doom.

“Are you sure? Because I know prepping for Worlds is a lot for you girls, and -”

“I’m fine!” she shouted, loud enough to get the entire coffee shop’s attention. “Sorry. I’m fine, really.”

“I know what it’s like juggling everything, so if you need me to -”

“Please. I’m fine.” She put her hands on the table and rapped her fingers against it. “How are you?”

“I’m well,” Aubrey said with a laugh and Emily realized she already asked her that.

“Right, sorry.”

“Did you want to get something to drink?” Aubrey glanced at the counter behind Emily. “My treat.”

“Uh…” The offer to buy her drink for her made her take pause. “No, I’m good. I don’t need caffeine right now.” She clasped her hands to get them to stop moving.

“Okay.” Aubrey smiled at her.

“Yeah. Hi.”

Aubrey chuckled. “Are you okay? You seem nervous.”

“I’m not! I mean. I’m fine.” She tried to smile but it felt like it must be ugly and pained.

Aubrey took a sip of her coffee. “Okay. So...did Chloe send you in her place or something?”

“Kind of.”

“Are we playing 20 Questions? Is it bigger than a breadbox?”

That made Emily laugh for real and she felt herself relax a little. But only a little.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you here?” If she wasn’t wearing a soft little smile, Emily could be offended by the question.

She swallowed. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay.” Aubrey sat back in her chair. “Should I be nervous?”

“What?” Emily scoffed far too loudly. “No! Why would you be nervous?”

“Because you’re nervous.”

“I said I’m not nervous!”

“Right.” Aubrey smiled again and reached for her coffee to take a sip. “You don’t have to be nervous. Unless you’re going to tell me you’re quitting the Bellas to join The High Notes, because if you’re doing that, then we have to have a serious -”

“Will you go out with me?” She groaned and covered her mouth. She hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that. She’d had a whole speech prepared about how great she thought Aubrey was and why she liked her and why Emily deserved her.

Aubrey froze. “Sorry?” she said, voice shrill.

Emily pulled at her lips and then dropped her hands back to her lap and deflated. “Never mind.”

“Are you…” Aubrey set down her cup, “asking me on...on a date?”

“Maybe?” she eked out. It felt like her face was on fire. The silence seemed to stretch on for eternity until it snapped and she reached for her purse. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—that was—never mind—I’m going to go -”

“I didn’t say no.”

She froze, half out of her seat. “What?”

“Sit down,” Aubrey said with a quiet laugh. “And take a breath.”

Emily fell back into her seat and took a deep breath, one she didn’t know she needed.

“Is that what you just did?” Aubrey asked.

“Yes? Please, I don’t want to make things weird between us and with the Bellas and Worlds are coming up -”

“It’s not going to make things weird.”

“How do you know? I’ve never...wait.” She looked at Aubrey. She seemed to be blushing a little. “Are you -”

“I’d love to.”

Emily felt the stress of the last two weeks crash down on her and evaporate. “Yeah?” she breathed, knowing she was grinning way too wide.

“Yes. Of course. Why wouldn’t I want to go on a date with you?”

Emily shrugged. “Because I’m me.”

“Don’t say that,” Aubrey said seriously.

“Okay.” Emily swallowed. “Um, when would you like to go out?”

Aubrey reached across the table and brushed her fingers over Emily’s clasped hands and her heart stopped. “We’re out now. How ‘bout I buy you that coffee?”

#junksen #emily junk #aubrey posen #fanfic #rarepair self-challenge

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ridiculously-over-obsessed · 3 years ago

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PITCH PERFECT DRABBLES 2021

Rating: T

Oneshot Series

Pairings: Bechloe, Staubrey, Junksen

Summary: A collection of drabbles written over the course of 2021.

So in the interests of being organised (and not having tumblr gaslighting me into thinking that I had imagined writing a specific drabble anymore sjdfghfdd) I have put all the drabbles I have written this year into one handy fic!! It’s mostly Bechloe obviously, but there’s also a Staubrey and a Junksen one in there too. Some of these will inevitably get their own fics/part twos, but for now consider them a teaser or something?? 😅

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #pitch perfect edit #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #staubrey #stacie conrad #aubrey posen #junksen #emily junk #fanfiction #my fic #drabbles

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agoddamnsupernova · 6 years ago

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Emily Junk in Camp Beaverbrook by @unholyhelbig

#nova posts #moodboard #junksen #camp beaverbrook #unholyhelbig #go check this story out #seriously #its amazing #truly #aubrey posen #emily junk #pitch perfect #fanfic #slasher fic #its AWESOME

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madstone015 · 6 years ago

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Fic: Without Me

If you are offended by Emily, Aubrey, Chloe or Beca being together in various pairings, don’t read this.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16692565/chapters/39148210

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Emily looked at the marquee as it scrolled slowly. There was slight disbelief in her mind as she read “Beca Mitchell June 3rd with Special Guest Young Sparrow with DJ Dragon Nuts and Cyn’d Rose.” She sent a sad look in Chloe’s direction and received the same in return. The brunette threaded her fingers with Chloe’s to hold her hand and provided a gentle squeeze. “I’m proud of Beca… And Cynthia Rose.” Emily finally broke the silence. Chloe nodded and pulled Emily close giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

The silence settled between them again. They had their roles helping Beca build a career. Emily had written all her songs and Chloe had been Beca’s manager while Beca was starting out. The three of them traveled together, visiting the Bella’s across the country. Couch surfing to avoid hotels, going to gigs at every state fair, bigger festivals, raves and even put up a tent at Burning Man. The three of them moved to LA at Beca request. Emily was fine with it, she could write songs anywhere. Chloe was ok with it but hesitant not wanting Beca to get caught up in Hollywood glamour once she mad it big. Fortunately, Beca finally caught a big break. Unfortunately, she hit the door running. Any venue, collab, EP offers, anything and everything she took it on. Slowly, she stopped coming home. That was almost four years ago. Now, her third tour was ending in LA for her third CD launch.

They made it home with In-n-Out and some new clothes from the mall. A beat had been playing in Chloe’s head for hours. A series of sounds in the mall caught her attention. To get it out of her head she played it on the piano. She popped a fry into her mouth with a smile before she sipped her drink. Looking at Emily, seeing how her lover hunched over a pad of paper with a pen in her hand scribbling lyrics out like it was as easy as breathing, was Chloe’s favorite thing to watch.

Emily had heard Chloe’s little melody on the piano and now it was on repeat in her head. All the time spent with Beca, playing with soundboards and mixing various songs, she could layer tracks in her head without ever touching an instrument. She envied Chloe and Aubrey's abilities with instruments. Em bobbed her head a bit, thought a moment and scribbled words down. Tell me how’s it feel sittin’ up there, Feelin so high but too far away to hold me.

Chloe had her hand in more than enough of Beca’s music after that fateful day when Beca proclaimed she was into ‘this stuff’. Seeing how remixes fell into place after the night in the pool the girls finally came together. She teased the piano keys. She sat in one of the two seats in front of the instrument. It made her almost uncomfortable without Beca beside her. Another french fry remedied that for now. She flicked the piano setting to be drums and played a little with a beat.

Emily furrowed her brows and scratched out a line she wrote after the first, You don’t have to say just what you did, I already know. She was nodding and tapping her foot to Chloe’s beat. She looked at the redhead fondly. This was how it worked, the missing element was Beca. Beca was the one who rearranged lyrics, layered the tracks, put it all together and played *their* music at the festivals. She thought back to when it was just the three of them on the open road between gigs. Beca’s face buried in the laptop while Emily wrote lyrics and Chloe drove tapping out some new little beat in her head. When Beca’s depression got too much they’d find a hotel and remind her just how much she was loved. Found you when your heart was broke. She scribbled in a new part of the page, I said I’d catch you if you fall. And if they laugh, then fuck’m all! She smiled sadly at the memory of the USO riff off and how she had to cheer Aubrey, Chloe and Beca all up.

In fact… Chloe looked like she could use some cheering up. Emily took Chloe’s hand and pulled her close threading her hand into those luscious red locks. Chloe bit her lip looking up into Emily’s eyes as she rocked up to kiss her. Emily picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. It earned her a genuine giggle from the core of Chloe's body.

Soon Chloe was naked under the exotic beauty who was kissing down her body reminding her just how much she loved Emily's attention. She was gasping and shivering under Emily’s long fingers and expert tongue. Pulling Emily up with a lengthy passionate kiss to roll them over and eagerly return the favor.

As they lay curled up together they didn’t mention the missing person in their relationship but the lyrics still bouncing around her head Emily whispered, “If I write a song… will you duet with me?” Chloe didn’t look up just continued to trace Emily’s collarbone gently, “Of course I would.” Truth be told they hadn’t sung since Beca left, they both missed it. “That is a really good idea sweetie.” Chloe grinned up at Emily’s megawatt smile and they rolled right back into making love to one another.

Emily smiled down at Chloe, running her fingers through her hair slowly. She watched the redhead nuzzle into her hip and hug her thigh tighter. She thought back on all the times Chloe had been by Beca’s side, through depression, issues with Beca’s father, the unknowns of Beca’s mother. Just running from the demons in your mind, Then I took yours and made ‘em mine, I didn’t notice 'cause my love was blind. She scribbled on her notepad. She quietly worried if this was all taking a much harder toll on the angel laying against her. Knowing full well Beca was Chloe’s soul mate, she wondered if she was enough to fill the void. I got you off your knees, Put you right back on your feet, Just so you can take advantage of me. She sighed and cuddled Chloe wondering why these feelings were resurfacing after this long.

By morning Chloe woke up to Emily hugging her so securely she could barely breathe, but she loved every second of it. There was security in being held this tight, being loved so much that a sleeping body knows to latch on. She looked over the features on Emily’s face and smiled to herself. She worried that this beautiful woman’s idol, her hero just abandon them for a career in music, but she expected this day to come. Chloe felt so much love for Emily, they really didn’t need Beca. That the longer Beca was gone, the less it all hurt and the more she was able to give the young lover.

Her phone chimed quietly and without a thought, she picked it up to put it on silent. She caught Aubrey’s name and “I’m at your-” under it. Flicking open the message, a smile slowly appeared across her face.

“Babygirl…” Chloe gently nuzzled Emily, kissing her awake enough for Emily to pull her on top and moan. With a giggle, the redhead nuzzled her young love and smiled brightly, “Guess who is here…”

Emily knew better than to say Beca, “Umm… Santa?”

Chloe whispered in her ear, “Aubrey” and Emily body vibrated under her with a deep moan. Chloe looked down at the browned eyed beauty curiously, “Oh really?”

Chuckling the brunette shrugged, “I just had a really good dream about her…” She bit her lip peeking at Chloe, “I’ve had a crush on her since we met. You all had my attention.”

“Wow, I don’t know what to say…” Chloe smiled fondly, “She and I were a thing before…” feeling Emily’s lips on hers stopped whatever sadness may have started.

Emily murmured, “We haven’t seen Aubrey in ages. When she left to be a doula I really didn’t expect her to go to a different country.”

There was a quiet knock on the door when Emily opened it. Aubrey’s eyes took in the younger woman and simply dropped her bag to wrap her in a hug. She knew, they all knew, how Beca abandon everyone. Cynthia Rose didn’t abandon them or Denise the way Beca did. CR made sure Denise was included in everything, even written into every contract. Aubrey closed her eyes when she felt Emily tear up, “Shhhh Babygirl, I’m here.”

Emily hugged on tighter, “I've missed you so much.” Her voice was laced with so many memories, good and sad. The moments they shared during the USO tour, Aubrey's encouragement to keep writing, the night they spent together just after the tour, before she ran away to be a doula and before Beca and Chloe asked her to be with them. They all had a history together in one way or another. A very finely woven web of love, affection, and abandonment. Emily and Chloe were the only two who stuck together through everything, refusing to abandon the other. She squeezed Aubrey and whispered, “Please don’t leave again…”

Chloe leaned against the doorway smiling fondly. Aubrey, ever the sweetest woman on earth the moment someone fell apart in her arms. Walking up she leaned up kissing Aubrey on the lips and hugged Emily from behind while running her fingers over Aubrey’s forearms. “It's really good to see you Bree." When she felt Emily relax fully they broke apart. "C’mon ladies, let’s go inside.”

Emily grabbed Aubrey’s big bag, Chloe her smaller one, leaving Aubrey to close the door. The girls seemed to just blindly walk by Beca’s in-house studio. Aubrey saw the layers of dust on everything and watched the two women set her things in the hall.

She had seen the house enough through facetime to know where most of their things were. Heading to the kitchen she poured them each a glass of water and chuckled when Emily nuzzled up to her on one side, Chloe to the other. She kissed both women affectionately and moved them to sit down at the dining table.

To say the situation was complicated was untrue. Aubrey wanted to come back to the States, and they offered to house her. None of them expected the greeting to be like this but it was welcomed. Aubrey was hesitant when she saw Emily’s lyric pad in the middle of the table. She slid it closer, “I’m glad you started songwriting again… you are so amazing at it, Emily.” The younger woman blushed. It caused Aubrey to smile softly. Her eyes shifted to Chloe, “How are things going?”

Chloe gulped and twitched her nose slightly, “It’s been a long time. I think things still… sting for us in rare moments.” Emily gave a confirming nod. “But… 3 years is a long time. We’ve kinda taken the hint.” Tahitian blue eyes looked up from her glass to watch the blonde, “Emily and I love each other unconditionally. Maybe a moment or two... feel… incomplete but we are happy with or without her.”

Aubrey nodded, “Good. You two are gorgeous together. I’m actually jealous of both of you. I’ll be honest, I was always jealous of her. Probably why I was always so hard on her.” She blushed a little and hid behind her glass. That got Chloe to smile reminiscing about Beca’s first year in the Bella’s.

Aubrey gulped though, she was unsettled, she hummed to herself a moment before offering, “I feel I'm the reason she’s not here anymore…” That caught both Emily and Chloe’s attention. Shit. “Let me rephrase that… what I mean to say, you three were a deadly combination. I knew a music exec, sent him to see her last show, told him you were a package deal… I guess he didn’t see it that way. For that, I’m so sorry. Not that it’s any consolation… she shut me out as well.”

The brunette eased the lyric pad over to herself while listening to Aubrey and Chloe chit chat a little. Her mind was too full to really let any of their words sink in. With Aubrey’s admission, more lyrics flowed through her. You know I’m the one who put you up there, name in the sky. Does it ever get lonely? She looked outside, zoning out a little. Thinking you could live without me. She looked back at the pad. It wasn’t much, more heavy-handed scratch marks in word form than flowing lyrics. She sighed and shoved the pad away zoning back into their conversation.

The blonde looked between the two lovers and finally requested, “Let’s go somewhere.” She knew full well they needed to get out of that house, away from the ghost of Beca. Emily looked at Chloe as if for permission, to which Chloe nodded, “Of course. How could I deny either of you.” They all smiled and headed out the door.

Emily climbed in the back of the car, “Are we still going over to Jessley’s tonight?”

Aubrey laughed, “They are close by too?”

Chloe smiled at the blonde, "Yeah, it's really nice having them close." She turned to Emily, “Of course we are. We can take turns sitting out a hand so Aubrey can play too.” Reaching back to rub Emily’s thigh, making the younger woman smile fondly and kiss her cheek.

Aubrey chuckled, “What do you guys play?”

Emily shrugged, “Trump sometimes Gin. I always play with Ashley and we always win too.” There was a pause, “And we play Mario Kart…”

Smirking Aubrey glanced at Chloe, who nodded, “It’s true… I think Jessica and I get too heart eyed watching them get so excited to pay any attention, by that time math is out the window.”

Chloe felt like she could finally take a deep breath. She didn’t even realize how freeing it felt to have Aubrey around.

Aubrey didn’t have a destination in mind, she made sure she had Emily’s notepad and snacks for all of them. Eventually, she drove them to a strip of the beach that rarely had visitors. It was too rocky to get to the sand with any sort of chair or surfboard under their arm. For them, the spot would be perfect. Helping each other felt a little like the team building exercise making all three of them laugh and giggle through it. Aubrey pulled them both in for a tender kiss. The kiss made both women smile a little brighter. This is how it’s supposed to be.

They lounged a bit. Emily got antsy though and took off her shoes to go run around the shallow surf.

Aubrey looked at Chloe, “Are you two really ok?”

Chloe squinted a little looking up at the sun then down at Emily with a small smile, “We make it. Like I said before, we love each other more than anyone could ever love another. I just have a sinking feeling we both hope the other is good enough? If that makes sense. Like I’m sure she wonders if she is good enough to fill her place and Beca’s… and I feel the same for her.”

Humming in understand Aubrey nodded, “I can understand that. Have you tried to contact her?”

“I don’t think we realized what was happening until one day… she just stopped coming home. We did try contacting her but she always claimed she was busy. We both deleted our social media because she was everywhere, new songs, interviews, people fawning over her. People were posting old pictures and tagging all of us. Paparazzi harassed us for a while but that died down after she stopped coming home.” Chloe shook her head sitting up clapping the sand off her palms, “I get it… the lifestyle is intoxicating. I wonder if she’s lonely. If she remembers what real love, not lust, feels like.”

Aubrey scooted herself behind Chloe and wrapped her arms around her. She loved letting the redhead lean back against her. Silently, she scolded herself for not being around the last 4 years. She was sorry she wasn’t around to pick up the pieces. Looking up she could see Emily’s closed mouth smile spread across her face, it was the sweetest thing she ever laid eyes on. “I think we’re being watched…”

Chloe peaked and Emily looked down instantly kicking wet sand off her foot as the water rushed away from her. The redhead smiled bright, “Appears so… She’s so gorgeous."

To Aubrey, Chloe was the definition of love and enthusiasm with sunshine for a smile and the clearest blue sky for eyes. To her, Emily was the definition of sunshine but had become slightly somber after Barden, much more down to earth. She knew Emily was just the right balance for both Beca and Chloe so she never offered to be part of the relationship. Instead, she ran away to forget them.

“So are you… you bother are amazingly gorgeous.” Aubrey kissed the side of Chloe’s head. She let out a breath and closed her eyes, she was glad neither of them could see her expression, “If she came back… would you accept her?” She watched as the vein in Chloe’s neck pounded blood like a jackhammer.

“I… I don’t know. 3 years is a long time to be asking for forgiveness.” Chloe sighed, “I think Emily and I would have to have a real discussion about it. Beca will be in town in a few days… it’s her last tour date. We didn’t go to her last 2 concerts, it just hurt too much. Yet she still sends front row tickets… backstage passes, a limo. I don’t get it.”

Aubrey held Chloe tighter, “Wow…"

Emily wandered up to them, a smile still on her face. Emily lowered herself down to straddle Chloe’s lap which also meant straddling Aubrey’s. Her fingers slide cradled the back of both their heads while she captured Aubrey in a lengthy, gentle but meaningful kiss. She hugged Chloe's head to her upper chest to listen to her heartbeat. They all knew Chloe lived for that deep rhythmic thud in someone’s chest when they were excited, happy or just plain sexual. Somehow it gave Chloe life.

Aubrey knew Emily was Chloe’s heartbeat. Emily sent her pictures of Chloe, ear over her heart, sound asleep.

They went to Ashley and Jessica’s. Aubrey was welcomed with open arms. The two women loved their old captain, no matter if she remembered their names back then or not. There was an elephant in the room though, the real question wad who all was going to Beca and CR’s concert? If anyone. Admirably, Ash and Jess went to everything Bella related. Babysitting Bella for Stacie and Flo, even taking them all out to dinner. Meeting Lily for random gigs. Hosting smaller get-togethers for all the local Bella’s to hang out. None of them could blame the couple. They were all laughs and giggles by the time the wine started flowing. Emily and Ashley were all playful pouts when Aubrey and Jessica beat the snot out of them, then Aubrey and Chloe took a turn doing it. They received kisses to mend the wounds and the brunettes made up for it in Mario Karts.

Once home Emily curled up on the couch with her lyric pad and started writing again. She was zoned, leaving Chloe and Aubrey to each other again. Aubrey nodded to the couch, and Chloe curled up on Emily’s left. The blonde rummaged around the kitchen to find ice cream and three spoons. She plopped down on Emily’s right. Both of them giggled as the brunette mindlessly took a scoop of ice cream and nibbled at it while her pencil drew words across the page. The excitement of the day made Chloe fall asleep quickly. She snored quietly against Emily’s shoulder. The brunette smiled lovingly at her, “She’s so perfect Bree… Am I good enough for her?”

Aubrey gave her the warmest smiles and pulled the side of Emily’s head toward her whispering, “You are perfect for her Em, never doubt it for a moment. She loves you more than anything in the world.” She ran her fingers through long wavy brunette locks slowly until Emily yawned. She watched as Emily scooped Chloe up in her arms and noticed Emily’s eyes flicked from Chloe to her then to the bedroom. Aubrey didn’t need the offer twice.

Emily carefully pulled off Chloe’s clothes and put on her pj shirt and shorts then carefully laid her in the middle of the bed. Moved to her dresser to change into her own shirt and shorts. Passing Aubrey in the hallway, she gave the blonde’s hand a gentle squeeze and a gentle peck on the lips. She walked around to double check the locks on the doors and windows then came back to the bedroom. She slid in on Chloe’s right and smiled when the redhead instantly clung to her, finding her favorite place for a pillow, square over Emily’s heart.

Aubrey's heart skipped a few beats. She did not expect to see Chloe cling to Emily. “That is the most precious thing in the world,” Aubrey whispered to Emily.

The younger of them smile sleepily, “She’s my everything.” They both yawned and chuckled at the action.

The blonde slid up behind Chloe and hugged both the women she’s always adored nice and tight. She felt Chloe sigh happily.

The few days passed and life was good. The tiny cloud that seemed to loom over Chloe and Emily had been lifted. Aubrey’s presence made them all feel balanced. They dusted off all of the studio equipment and both women smiled as Emily's excitement grew.

Emily got to work recording while Chloe played with the various sounds again to get a good rhythm going. Emily even invited Aubrey in on it, something about their voices simply sounded perfect together.

Like clockwork, a driver showed up and there was a knock on the door. 3 passes held out in front of him. Aubrey looked blankly at the roadie holding up the badges who was looking back at her with an equally less than enthusiastic expression. Aubrey stepped out and closed the door behind her, “Does Beca actually want us there?”

The roadie looked confused, “I’d guess, yeah.”

“Do you know who these ladies are? The ones you come here every year to give passes to.” Aubrey asked. When he lowered the passes and shook his head

She sighed, “I figured. Do you know who Chloe and Emily are?”

His eyes shot open, “THE Chloe and Emily?! The pair that Beca is with? Oh my god, she never shuts up about how amazing they are! How she owes them everything! Holy crap, I had no idea. I wish I knew that before I got here! Now I just feel like an asshole.”

“…is with…?” Aubrey perked a brow, “And I’m Aubrey.”

“Dude!” She could already tell this roadie was a Californian or hung with Beca too much. He stammered, “Wait, YOU?! You got her the final gig that brought her to the big leagues. Not even DJ Khalid could manage what your guy did for her. Man, she talks about the three of you, like, hourly on the dot.”

“…Dude.” She cleared her throat, hating the way that word tasted on her lips. Even when it was said sarcastically. “I don’t know if you are trying to be extra cordial or if you are being genuine but I have serious doubts Beca is talking, let alone missing, any of us that much.”

He looked confused.

Aubrey shook her head, “I’ll let Emily and Chloe know you are here… and I will let you know if we want to go. Give me a moment.”

She went back inside and pressed the door closed with her back. Emily was in the living room with an iPod in one hand, apparently on full blast because Aubrey could hear it clearly from 15 feet away. It faded and repeated again, it was the song the three of them made together. She watched Emily’s head bob side to side as one hand moved to the words she was lip syncing.

Chloe rounded the corner to ask Aubrey something when she saw the look in Aubrey’s eyes, “It’s today isn’t it…” She just closed her eyes and sighed. She didn’t know if she had the strength to support them all today. The song had taken a lot out of her even if it did feel good to sing again. She knew Emily wanted to go just to give Beca the cd. If she had her way, she’d just give the cd to Denise for CR to give to Beca. Her eyes moved to Emily who was deep into the song, likely still in editing mode. The song was flawless and made a few cds which Emily had clutched in her hand. She walked up to Emily, leaned up kissing her softly, “Do you want to go?”

Emily paused the song, “It’s today?” Chloe gave her a confirming nod sending her mind spiraling. “If it’s ok with you guys… We can just slide this on stage or backstage and leave… But she needs to hear this.” She stood a little more determined. Watching both the blonde and redhead nod, they headed out the door.

The roadie blushed deep red, “This way ladies… feel free to have anything in the minibar in the limo. I promise tonight is Beca’s treat.”

Through the night none of them seemed to be thrilled about any of it… Dinner was paid for, though Beca wasn’t present. They were showed backstage, again, Beca wasn’t present. Emily did manage to slip the cd into the player when the roadie wasn’t looking.

They were escorted to seats front and center. They got waves and sung to by Young Sparrow and Cynthia Rose quite often. Admittedly, watching their friends perform was exciting. When Beca was set to hit the stage though, they held hands and breathes. It would be the first time in 3 years they laid eyes on Beca. They knew that Beca wouldn’t be able to see them anyway, even if there were big blue arrows on the stage pointing directly to them. The lights too blinding, music too numbing and excitement too breathtaking.

They held their breaths through most of Beca’s performance, it was flawless and beautiful, true music to their ears as it always had been. She even performed Freedom with Cynthia Rose with a dedication to the three of them. After Beca disappeared, the lights around the stadium eased on slowly and the lights on stage clicked off they looked at one another in silence. It was a visual debate, seeing how distraught or comfortable each other was. Chloe was the first to speak up, “Can we go home… I don’t want to go backstage.” Emily nodded, both looked at Aubrey who smiled calmly and nodded, “Of course.”

The roadie made sure they got to the limo safely, and to their front door once home. Emily scrunched her nose and handed him the spare cd, “I put one in the cd player in her room… but we need her to hear this. Please make sure she does.” He hugged it to his chest and nodded frantically, “Anything for you, Mrs. Emily Beale.”

She smiled hearing her full name and hugged him, “Thank you.”

He held up the cd and jogged back to the limo. It soon disappeared into the night.

They stayed up a few more hours, unwinding and talking adoringly about seeing Young Sparrow and CR perform, how the show actually was enjoyable.

A knock on the door made them all jump, Aubrey got up walking to the front door. She was flanked by Chloe and Emily. When she opened the door, it was the last person they expected. The person they looked at looked distraught, deeply depressed, tears rolling down their face.

Emily whispered harshly, Aubrey said curiously, Chloe let out a strangled word, in unison. “Beca…?”

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unholyhelbiglinked · 5 years ago

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Camp Beaverbrook | 020

A/N: Well, that's about it for Camp Beaverbrook. And I must say, I'm super proud of myself for actually sticking with it even if I did go off schedule a little bit. Either way, I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me during this absolutely insane reimagining of classic 80's horror films. You guys are truly amazing and supportive and I'll never forget that.

(Oh, and uhhh I'm going to take a month or two to focus on getting my other stories filled out before I tackle the sequel, but the girl's stories don't' end here. I'll answer any lingering questions you have, just keep your eyes peeled for what happens next. Because we all know final girls don't necessarily stay final girls)

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Chloe Beale had read somewhere that Hospitals were liminal spaces. An area akin to a waiting room, or a train station, even a bus stop across from a cemetery in the middle of New Orleans. A place that was meant for transition. Somewhere no one stopped for too long, heading to the afterlife or simply to the nurses at the front desk who reluctantly handed over discharge papers.

Chloe felt like she would be here forever. There was no second stop for her, instead, there was a dark examination room where she had been separated from the rest of the world. There was a slight hum from the x-ray chart that lit the room in a blue glow. A slight breeze against the robe that she was instructed to put on- they had taken her clothes and stuck them in a little clear baggie. She hugged herself closer against the sterile air.

Parchment paper against the examination table was stuck to her bare skin. She waited for a knock, or simply for the slate wooden door to open. A doctor of a police officer- that’s what she was expecting. Someone to handcuff her or probe at her already stinging injuries. Anything but this stalemate.

She tried to count the number of casualties like sheep with sloppily painted numbers against fleece. There was Jane, Jane who could have gotten lost in the woods but couldn’t have been a simple accident. Then Gail- sweet Gail who had run the camp in her stead for years and years. And Wilkens. A man she didn’t know but felt as if she did, smelling of cigar smoke and spilled blood.

“Ms. Beale?” It was a voice instead of a knock, but the door seemed to creak open immediately after that. She jumped despite knowing that someone would be coming for her. It was the same nurse that was dressed in washed pink scrubs. The one who had given her the robe and looked at her with inept solitude. “Sorry to startle you but, the doctor would like to see you now.”

Chloe nodded and fought back a wince at the pain it caused. She felt stiff, the bruise that wrapped around her skin like a choker was burning hot like a branding iron and she fought the urge to run her fingers over the raw spot.

The doctor seemed to be a woman straight out of med school. Her hair was darkened, almost black under the blue glow. It was thrown up in a messy bun but strands fell evenly into her ghostly stare. Her face was bare of makeup but pretty, a white lab coat over a button-down shirt that was an even forest green. Her nametag read Dr. Mary Saxe.

She had a soft way about her, but not obnoxiously so like the bubblegum nurse who had tried her best to make Chloe feel at ease. It didn’t work so well, but this woman had a presence around her. An authority that was otherwise unmatched.

“I don’t want you to speak, okay? Not before I can take a look at your wounds.”

Chloe didn’t do anything this time. She didn’t answer or nod. Instead, she just watched the woman wet her hands under the sink and slide on a pair of purple nylon gloves. She didn’t bother pulling up a seat, instead, she stood right in front of the young girl, eyes hard and focused.

She couldn’t’ help the sharp inhale that filled her lungs as Dr. Saxe made the first contact. She traced the ring of clotted blood with delicacy before applying certain pressure beneath where Chloe thought here tonsils were. Before she got her tonsils removed as a kid, a lot of other doctors poked around there too. This time it brought tears to her eyes and she felt a certain heir of embarrassment, to choose now to cry. To break over a soreness rather than when the actual cord wrapped around her throat.

“Right,” The doctor seemed unphased. “I’m going to need to do some x-rays, make sure nothing got crushed or fractured. Amy here is going to get some pain medication and that should stop the discomfort.”

Dr. Mary Saxe did something unexpected then, she put her hand on Chloe’s shoulder. Maybe in an attempt of comfort or to get the girl to focus on something other than the tears that dripped off her chin and soaked into the ugly turquoise gown she wore. “Chloe, we’re going to catch the guy who did this, alright? You’re safe here. I don’t want you to believe otherwise.”

Chloe knit her eyebrows together, staring at the stressed features of the stranger in front of her. The woman who had such intense focus. The one who still had her hand on her shoulder and her eyes level. She mustered the courage to speak- much against the woman’s orders.

“He’s… dead.”

A flash of horror shifted to understanding in a moments time, she nodded her head, squeezing Chloe’s shoulder. Did she know? Had Chloe been the only one not to give a statement in the nightmare that took place over these last few weeks? She had a feeling that all four of them had been separated for a reason- Dr. Mary Saxe turning to leave before Chloe grasped onto the fabric of her lab coat.

“Emily?”

“Your friend.” She responded, eyes flashing down to the death grip Chloe held. “She’s lost a lot of blood. The shrapnel split an artery and we stitched it up as well as we could, but we had to put her in a medically induced coma. It’s up to her to wake up now.”

It was Chloe’s turn to nod and think, her stare focused on the cross-sections that the tiled floor created. She heard the door open and shut and acknowledged the presence of the nurse who handed over a Dixie cup of water and a little orange pill. It burned on the way down.

Beca Mitchell was slumped against a chair in a way her father would call despicable. Her back was touching the wall through the open design and her legs were spread against blue scrubs that were too big on her. A sickeningly gross blue that made her look pale, her bare feet cold against the tile floor.

They let her take a shower.

She made one of the orderlies sit on the toilet seat while it filled up with a toxic mist, heavy and hard to breathe through. The woman made small talk with her about the weather and how it was unseasonably cold for this time of the year before moving into the topic of her newborn grandbaby. Beca had allowed herself to focus on her soothing words as she stared up at the stream of water, refusing to blink, watching as the muck and blood washed down the drain. Her chest ached.

Beca stared blankly at the floor in the hallway. She hadn’t looked up as the food cart passed, or when another nurse handed her a Dixie cup with a little orange pill. She tipped her head back and swallowed it and crushed the frail paper between her fingers.

The girl didn’t glance up with the chair next to her suddenly became occupied with another. Instead, she stared, stared at nothing in particular and thought about the throbbing in her nose and the throbbing in her heart. She had shot someone- nonfatally.

“What if you’re right?” She finally whispered, “About me being a terrible person. About it being in my blood.”

Aubrey Posen drew in a calculated breath. She had on her own set of scrubs, the cut on her hairline had been stitched cleanly and was coated in a thick smelling medicine to quell the pain. Her arms were bruised, and her hair was wet- thrown into a dark ponytail. Despite her injuries, she sat up straight.

Beca sniffed and turned to face the girl completely. “We learned about Aristotle in summer school. How he thought people were born amoral- not good or bad. It’s something that’s learned over time and cultivated and” She took a shaky breath. “What if I was just born bad, and that’s what made it so easy for me to shoot Jesse?”

“That theory has been argued amongst centuries, It’s not even-“She got ahead of herself, stilling her thoughts. “It was easy for you to pull the trigger because someone you cared about was in danger. You weighed the options and no matter what, you didn’t fire the killing shot. Don’t blame yourself for helping us live.”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself?” Beca’s voice was watery. Aubrey grimaced and looked away. “About what happened in the car? That you did what you did because Emily was going to die if we hadn’t of driven away?”

They returned themselves to the quiet that wasn’t quite silence. Aubrey slumped in her seat and tapped her fingers against the armrest. The phones rang at the reception desk a few corridors down. The machines beeped in unison and a man with an awful cough hacked up his second lung for the night.

Then there was the sound of loafers tapping against the linoleum and Beca’s Chest seized. She wasn’t sure if all people in law enforcement were required to wear the same type of shoes or if there was a convention every year under big-top tents to purchase them. He walked with vigor and purpose.

Detective Luis Desmond, Beca remembered. She had seen him more than once at her hearings, his suits always pressed neatly and his hair cut close to the scalp. His dark skin popped against the lavender tie he wore, opting out of the blazer jacket that hugged his frame in court. Wilkens and Desmond shared cigars as they leaned against the car that was wrapped in neon tape at this point.

Beca pushed herself up in her seat and ignored the discomfort it created as the scrubs rolled up against her skin. Desmond didn’t say a word as he sat across from the two girls who cast a wary glance between one another before returning their attention to him.

“Well, girls, I’m going to be frank with you. None of this looks good.” He formed his fingers into a teepee and leaned forward against his knees. It made his pant legs ride up and expose his black socks, but not quite far enough to show his ankles. “We have a dead camp director, a dead federal agent, a body burned beyond recognition and one with an arrow expertly shoved into his throat.”

“We told you everything we know.”

“I’m not finished yet.” He said sternly. “There’s a blown-up shed, a dead little girl with parents who just want answers, and a sizeable dent in a car that you stole.”

There was enough quiet that followed to inform them that he was done now. Beca didn’t’ think it a good idea to mention that it wasn’t technically grand theft auto if the man who held the title was gutted like a fish. She also didn’t’ find it the right time to disclose the fact that she was about to lose the rest of the lake water in her stomach all over those nice leather loafers.

“We’ve called your parents, and then your guardians. They’re all on the way.” Desmond said with a slight twinge in his voice before he stood. “I’ll advise the four of you not to leave town in the following months. It was nice to see you again, Rebeca.”

“Pleasure.” She croaked out, giving a halfhearted wave. He walked back the way he came, and they watched with laser focus before he pushed through the double doors and vanished completely.

“He’s just trying to scare us.” Aubrey exhaled in a shaky breath.

“Yeah, it fucking worked.” Beca slumped further in her chair until she could feel the cold air against exposed skin again, her eyes trained on a little dip in the floor in a space that seemed entirely too liminal.

#Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #bechloe #bechloe fic rec #bechloe fanfiction #junksen #junksen fanfic #Emily Junk #Aubrey Posen #summer camp au #Camp AU #fanfiction #Pitch Perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction

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heryellowcup · 7 years ago

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Rare pair week Day 1 - Fake dating; JUNKSEN (Aubrey x Emily)

i know most of you follow me because of bechloe and i promise i’ll post some more one shots this week but i also hope you’ll give this a chance anyway? not a lot of people ship the two of them (yet), but maybe this little one shot can show you just how cute they actually are!

this is a collab with my best friend @honesty-is-key and i also wanna thank @totalbellatrash and @incredibeale for making all of this possible in the first place! here’s to a great week!

word count: 2552

summary: Aubrey’s dad is a dick (surprise) and when he randomly shows up one day, asking a lot of uncomfortable questions, Emily (who has been admiring the other girl for quite a while now) get’s roped into a game of play pretend.

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Aubrey perked up in surprise when she heard the doorbell ring. She tried not to get distracted by the way Amy made her way to the front door and yet she couldn’t help but wonder who was visiting them this early in the morning. She knew it wasn’t one of their friends, considering they obviously all had keys for the building they lived in.

She was more than just a little surprised when she suddenly heard her father’s voice. He had been the last person she had expected to see at Barden, let alone at their front door. The blonde quickly got up, not even taking off her study glasses before she followed Amy to the front door. A little too late, perhaps, because the Australian was already talking to the man that had undoubtedly come to see her.

“Uhh why is there a man in uniform at our door?” Amy called over her shoulder, meeting Aubrey’s eyes. “I swear I didn’t do anything this time!”

“That’s my father, Amy,” Aubrey managed to get out, those words feeling weird coming out of her mouth. She hadn’t seen her father in what felt like ages and she wasn’t quite sure whether she felt happy or nervous about his sudden appearance.

“It’s good to see you, sweetheart,” he said formally, the smile on his lips unfriendly and forced.

Amy, who could sense the tension between the two of them, immediately started backing off, stumbling over a chair in the process, said chair falling over with a loud thump. Together with Amy herself, of course, who just grinned sheepishly at them and motioned for them to go on while Stacie and Beca tried not to burst out laughing as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

They, however, all tried to mind their own business as Aubrey and her dad started talking.

“What are you doing here?” Aubrey asked, still in a slight state of shock. She loved her dad, she did, even though he did not seem to care about her most of the time. She was still happy to see him.

“I’m here to see you. Aren’t you happy?”

And Aubrey immediately knew what’s up. “You have work to do nearby, don’t you?”

Even though he never showed up, was never there for her, Aubrey knew her dad well enough to know that he wasn’t the kind of person to just show up for no reason at all. Or because he genuinely wanted to know how she was doing. It was not something he did, ever.

He coughed awkwardly, perhaps trying to play down just how right his daughter was. “Yeah, that too.”

“Of course,” Aubrey mumbled with a roll of her eyes, not surprised in the slightest. She was internally cursing herself for having been happy to see him in the first place, for having been somewhat hopeful.

“Anyways, how have you been?” he asked, apparently not even having realized how upset and annoyed Aubrey was already. Or perhaps he simply didn’t want to address it, didn’t care enough.

“I’ve been good,” she stated simply. “I was just studying when you decided to show up without a warning.”

She usually wouldn’t have talked to him like that, always making sure to be respectful. But she was over it.

“How’s school going then?”

Aubrey knew he didn’t actually care, just asked because he felt like he had to. “It’s going great, dad.”

“I didn’t expect anything less of you.” He still sounded too cold for someone who should have been proud and loving instead. “What else? Do you have a boyfriend yet?”

Aubrey had to hold back her own laughter. A boyfriend was the last thing she wanted. She supposed Stacie and Beca knew that too, considering that she could hear them giggle in the kitchen. “I don’t, no.”

“Why not? You’re a beautiful young woman, but who knows how much time you have left to find the right man.”

Sentences like this were the exact reason she had started to dislike him. He had been annoying her with this for a while now, even proposing that he could get her in touch with some of his younger friends from the army.

“Actually, I am seeing someone.” She wasn’t quite sure why she had said it. Probably a mixture of wanting to get him off of her back and wanting to see his priceless reaction when he’d find out that said person wasn’t a man.

“Oh, really?” he raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “What’s his name?”

Aubrey started to panic, then, obviously not having thought far enough. And of course Emily would have to choose exactly that moment to happily walk through the door, coming to a sudden halt when she saw Aubrey and her dad. She smiled softly at both of them, happy for Aubrey who she knew had a somewhat troubled relationship with her father.

“Emily!” Aubrey smiled brightly, frowning a little when she suddenly had an idea that was inevitably going to backfire eventually. “Emily. Her name's Emily.”

Both Emily and her father looked at her with wide eyes, confusion written all over their faces.

“Her?!” he spat out while Emily still had no idea what was going on.

“Uhh yeah, she’s my girlfriend,” Aubrey smiled softly and shot Emily a desperate glance, silently begging the girl to just play along.

It took a few seconds for Emily to catch up, but she then quickly took Aubrey’s hand, smiling perhaps a little too brightly. “Yep! We’re girlfriends! We’re uhh, totally gay. Together.”

Stacie, Beca and Amy were cracking up in the kitchen while the tension in the other room could be cut with a knife. Though Aubrey was extremely thankful for Emily’s help, even thinking that the brunette was adorable.

Aubrey’s dad, however, still had his eyebrows raised, eyeing them questioningly with a somewhat disgusted expression. He quickly composed himself. “Well, you two are surely going to have dinner with me tomorrow then. I want to catch up with Aubrey, after all.”

“Of course we will!” Emily beamed at both Aubrey and her dad before the blonde even had the chance to open her mouth. “I’m looking forward to it already!”

The older man nodded firmly. “I’ll expect you at 8pm and I expect you to be punctually. I’ll send you the address.”

With that, he turned around and left, leaving a dumbfounded Aubrey and a giddy Emily behind, the blonde sighing in relief once the door had closed behind him.

Their friends in the kitchen, who had obviously listened to the whole conversation, couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, tears of joy rolling down their cheeks.

“I didn’t know you two were a couple!” Stacie teased, a huge smirk on her lips, but Aubrey only glared at her in response. She, unlike her friends, wasn’t amused in the slightest.

Even Emily was still grinning softly to herself, sporting a bright blush now. The brunette was simply happy to get closer to Aubrey who she had always admired so much. And, of course, there was also the little crush she’d been harboring for weeks, perhaps even months, now.

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Aubrey was regretting all of her life choices as she got ready that next evening, trying to find the perfect dress to impress her father. The whole idea had been prone to fail and she was more nervous than she could remember ever having been, internally praying that Emily wasn’t going to get them in trouble. The brunette was, even Aubrey had to admit that, adorable at times, but she also had no filter whatsoever and tended to just say whatever was currently on her mind. They’d have to be extremely careful around her father.

She finally settled for a blue dress, not that it actually mattered. Her father wouldn’t be proud of her anyways and Emily was admiring her already. And yet she couldn’t stop the heat rising to her cheeks when said brunette beamed up at her, already waiting for her in the living room.

“Wow...” the younger girl mumbled, her rosy cheeks matching Aubrey’s. “You look...wow. Blue looks... it looks really good on you...”

Aubrey couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorably awkward Emily was being, studying the other girl as well. She had to admit that the brunette looked extremely great that night. “Thank you, Emily. You look really good too.”

“You two are soooo adorable!!!” Chloe, who they both hadn’t even noticed before, suddenly shrieked happily as she walked up to them and tried to hug them both. The redhead had heard about their whole situation, just like the other Bellas, and couldn’t help but think that the two would make a really cute couple.

“You realize we’re not actually together, right?” Aubrey rolled her eyes at her best friend, but both the redhead and Emily shushed her.

“You are for tonight! And well, perhaps after that too!” Chloe wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, earning herself a playful slap from Aubrey and a little giggle from Emily.

“I hate you and we’re leaving!” Aubrey groaned as she grabbed Emily’s hand, quickly pulling her out of the door before their other friends would come and annoy them even more than Chloe did, if that was even possible.

They were in the car before they even knew it, Emily unable to shut up, giddily blabbering while Aubrey was driving them towards where her dad was currently staying.

“Can you be quiet for one second?” Aubrey whined in frustration once she had stopped the car right in front of said building. And Emily did as she was told, realizing that Aubrey was perhaps a little more nervous than she would like to admit.

“Are you okay?” Emily asked worriedly, hesitantly taking the blonde’s hand into her own.

Aubrey let her, finding that it was oddly comforting. “I’m just... I’m scared. Scared to disappoint him. I know I shouldn’t care and I know he’ll never be proud of me like I want him to, but... he’s still my dad, you know?”

Emily nodded understandingly, squeezing the blonde’s hand gently in an effort to calm her down. “I get that. But it doesn’t matter what he thinks. And I promise I’ll be the best girlfriend ever tonight!”

Aubrey couldn’t help but smile softly at the other girl before she finally got up. “I’m sure you will.”

They were both smiling to themselves as they got out of the car and silently walked up to the front door.

It was Aubrey who took Emily’s hand this time, intertwining their fingers as she rang the doorbell with her other hand. She was more than just a little nervous now and she was happy to have the brunette with her.

“You’re late.” It was the first thing he said after he had opened the door, looking at them disappointingly.

Aubrey sighed and quickly checked her watch, shaking her head in disbelief when she realized what time it was. “It’s only two minutes, daddy.”

“Exactly, two minutes too late. Do you realize how much can happen in that amount of time?! I can’t believe you-“

Emily interrupted him, surprising Aubrey who was now looking at her. “It was my fault, sir. I took too long to get ready, I’m sorry.”

“Well that’s certainly a great first impression,” he said sarcastically before turning around and letting them enter as well. Emily would have felt bad if she hadn’t just saved Aubrey from a lot of trouble. Aubrey, who was smiling thankfully at her now, in a way that made her knees go weak.

“My housekeeper already made sure to have dinner ready for you, so please help yourselves,” he pointed at the table and the both of them sat down next to each other.

Dinner was more awkward than they ever could have anticipated, the conversation feeling nothing but forced. And yet they all tried to keep smiling politely.

“So, how long have you two been together?”

It was then that Aubrey realized that perhaps they should have put more thought and effort into their fake relationship. Luckily for her, Emily seemed to have done just that.

“Half a year!” she said happily, taking Aubrey’s hand again in a way that her father wouldn’t be able to miss. “We met because of a cappella!”

“Exactly!” Aubrey bit her lip. “Performing together just kind of made us get really close! Emily writes her own songs, too. We perform them sometimes, they’re absolutely amazing!” The blonde didn’t even have to make anything up, everything she had just said completely genuine. Even the proud smile on her lips.

Emily was an actual blushing mess by now and Aubrey wasn’t sure if she was actually flustered or if she was just an incredibly good actress. She guessed, and hoped, that the first option was correct.

“Oh stop it, babe!”

Aubrey almost choked on the food she had just started eating, never having realized that Emily calling her ‘babe’ was something she had needed. Was something she enjoyed a lot more than she could have imagined, more than she wanted to admit.

But of course the brunette managed to play it cool again and simply put a soothing hand on her back, making sure she was okay.

Their whole act was surprisingly convincing, more so than it should have been.

The rest of the evening played out all too similar, Aubrey’s dad asking uncomfortable questions and the two of them trying to come up with answers and acting like an actual couple without getting too flustered.

And they really seemed to have convinced the older man, considering he still seemed somewhat upset as he brought them to the front door after they had finished dinner.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Emily,” he said coldly, the smile on his lips once again seeming forced and not genuine in the slightest. And Aubrey was left wondering how he could not adore Emily.

Said brunette was back to giggling giddily as soon as they were alone again and Aubrey couldn’t help but join in.

“That was good!” Emily grinned, making Aubrey chuckle,

“We make a pretty convincing couple, I guess,” the blonde smirked cockily, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of her chest now that the dinner was finally over.

All Emily could do was stutter out some incomprehensible words upon seeing said smirk, completely flustered. The younger girl thought that Aubrey was incredibly more beautiful now that she was a lot more calm and seemed to be in quite the mood.

And it amused Aubrey, so much so that she took her hand again, knowing fully well that they didn’t have to pretend anymore. “You were right, you were the best girlfriend I could have wished for.”

“I was?” Emily’s cheeks turned impossibly more red and she was unable to look at her, her gaze falling to the ground instead.

“Totally. And I was wondering, well, if perhaps we could do this again?” Aubrey asked, trying to gently make the brunette look at her again.

Emily just seemed confused about her question, in an incredibly cute way. “What? A fake date?” she furrowed her brows in confusion.

Aubrey simply chuckled again as she nudged her playfully. “A real one, you idiot.”

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