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massivedrickhead · 11 months ago

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

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

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

“Yeah?” Chloe replied from the kitchen.

“Did you move my stocking?”

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

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

“It’s on the fireplace.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chloe had been right, as always.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What makes you think it was me?”

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

“Santa?”

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

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

“Ah, is that it?” Beca asked.

“It must be,” Chloe replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll order pizza,” Chloe said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

“Not anymore I’m not,” Beca said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You go first,” Beca said.

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

“Open the bigger one first,” Beca said,

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

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

“Bec, is all of this new music?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beca did, her hands shaking harder than ever.

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

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

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

Beca laughed as he wiggled his way in between them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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bechloeweek2024 · 1 year ago

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psychoteacher90 · 2 years ago

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Hello, @wordsofmyreality . It's your friendly neighborhood Secret Santa!

I honestly hope you like it and have the best Pitchmas ever!

#merry pitchmas 2022 #merry pitchmas gift exchange 2022 #bechloe #beca x chloe #pitch perfect

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bechloeislegit · 3 years ago

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When The Green-Eyed Monster Comes A-Knockin'

Thank you to @wordsofmyreality for participating in the Pitch Perfect Fandom Drive! For more information visit https://ppfandomdrive.tumblr.com/post/677587307639996416/ukraine-is-currently-being-invaded-by-russia

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Author’s Summary: This fic is set 7 months after the end of Pitch Perfect 3. Beca is in L.A. working for DJ Khaled. Chloe is still in New York waiting for the fall semester to start Vet school. Beca’s 25th birthday was coming up and the label is throwing a huge bash to celebrate Beca’s birthday and the release of her EP. And all the Bellas are coming to L.A.

Beca is excited which is a rarity these days. She had put together four songs that she was really proud of for her EP which the label was releasing on her birthday. They were planning a huge birthday/EP release party and, with Fat Amy’s newfound wealth footing the bill, all the Bellas were coming to L.A. for a long weekend.

“When does Chloe’s plane get in?” Beca asked Amy for what felt like the millionth time.

“About 4:30,” Amy says with a roll of her eyes. “I have a car scheduled to drive you to the airport to pick up Chloe and bring you both back here. That way you two can get reacquainted in the backseat if you know what I mean.”

“Ew, gross,” Beca muttered. “I can’t believe how nervous I am. I haven’t really seen any of the Bellas, except you, since I left France.”

“Are you sure you’re not just nervous about seeing one particular Bella?” Amy asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“I’m beginning to regret telling you about our confessing our feelings to each other,” Beca said.

“Are you still planning to ask her about moving to LA to be with you?” Amy asked. “You have all the information for Vet schools in the area, too, right?”

“Yep. It’s all part of the plan,” Beca said with a big smile. Her smile falters a bit. “Do you think she still has feelings for me? I mean I know we kind of said we really liked each other in more than a best friend way and kissed. But we haven’t really had a chance to talk more about it. And she did kind of have that thing with Chicago when we were on the tour.”

“She said he was just a fling,” Amy said. “So you have nothing to worry about. I think you’re going to have the best birthday weekend ever.”

“Good,” Beca said. “I need to get to the studio. I should be back here a little after six with Chloe. If the Bellas get hungry, order Chinese or something and just get me and Chloe our usual order.”

“You got it,” Amy said as Beca headed out the door.

~ WHEN THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER COMES A-KNOCKIN’~

The day dragged by for Beca and she must have checked the clock a thousand times before Max, Fat Amy’s driver, texted to let her know he was waiting outside for her. She grabbed all her stuff, including the flowers she picked up at lunchtime for Chloe, and ran out her office door. She yelled to Theo that she’d see him tomorrow night and rushed out to meet Max.

They made it to the airport, and Beca jumped out of the car and ran into the terminal. She checked the arrivals screen and squealed a little when she saw that Chloe’s plane had already landed. She made her way to the baggage claim knowing that Chloe would have had to check her bags because the redhead did not pack light even if she was only going to be gone for a weekend.

The airport was busy and there were a lot of people. Beca weaved her way through the crowd towards baggage claim. The smile never left her face even with all the pushing and shoving she had to endure. She could see the baggage claim sign and suddenly there was a gap in the crowd. She stopped and couldn’t help but smile when she saw the redhead. Just twenty more feet and she’d be wrapped up in a famous Beale hug.

She hadn’t even taken a step when the smile dropped from her face and tears pricked her eyes. Chloe hadn’t come alone. A man walked up and put his arms around her shoulders. A man Beca recognized as the soldier that Chloe said was just a fling when they were on the USO Tour. Chloe brought Chicago with her.

Beca swallowed the lump that was in her throat and quickly turned and left the terminal. She found Max and told him that Chloe was at baggage claim and he should go find her. She showed him Chloe’s picture and walked away with her head down, fighting back the tears. She threw the flowers into the first trash bin she came to and grabbed a cab to take her to the studio.

~ WHEN THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER COMES A-KNOCKIN’~

Aubrey, Stacie, Jessica, Ashley, and Cynthia Rose were sitting in Beca’s living room talking with Fat Amy while they waited for Beca and Chloe.

“Beca said she was talking to her this weekend,” Fat Amy insisted as she talked to Aubrey.

“I can’t wait for those two to be together for real,” Stacie said. “Beca told me she confessed to Chloe while they were in France and Chloe said she felt the same. And that they shared a kiss.”

“Chloe told me the same,” Aubrey said with a smile.

“I thought Chloe was into that Chicago guy,” Ashley said.

“Chloe said he was just a fling,” Jessica said.

“Beca was so excited this morning,” Fat Amy said. “I’ve never seen her smile like that before. Bhloe is finally happening guys.”

“You mean BeChloe,” CR said, causing everyone to laugh.

It was the same ‘argument’ they always had with Fat Amy insisting Beca and Chloe’s ship name was Bhloe. Amy’s phone pinged with a message and she quickly read it.

“Hey, guys,” Amy said, causing them to all look at her. “Beca just texted that she was at the studio and not to wait up. She said to tell you all she’d see you tomorrow.”

“Nooo,” Stacie whined. “I wanted to have a Bellas night tonight and let loose. It won’t be the same without her.”

“Is Chloe with her?” Aubrey asked.

Fat Amy’s phone pinged again and she read the text. Her smile fell from her face and she looked a bit angry.

“Oh, no,” Fat Amy said. “Chloe, what the hell are you doing?”

“What’s wrong?” Aubrey asked.

“Looks like Bhloe isn’t happening,” Fat Amy said harshly. “According to Beca, Chloe AND Chicago should be here any minute.”

“What?!?!” five voices ask in unison.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Six heads whipped around to look at the door. No one moved until there was a second knock. Fat Amy looked sadly around at the other girls and plastered on a fake smile as she went to answer the door.

~ WHEN THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER COMES A-KNOCKIN’~

Beca sat alone in her studio just fiddling with the knobs and bars on the soundboard. The tears had stopped and now there was just a dull ache in her chest. Her head snapped up when there was a light knocking on the door. She wiped her face with her hands and went to see who it was. She was surprised to see Demi Lovato standing there with a smile on her face and a laptop bag over her shoulder.

“Lovato,” Beca said. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just working on my album when someone said you were up here,” Demi said. “Just thought I’d say hi.”

“Come on in,” Beca said and stepped aside.

“So, how are you?” Demi asked as she sat on the sofa lining the wall across from where Beca was sitting at the soundboard.

“Um, fine,” Beca muttered. “I’m good.”

“Beca,” Demi said. “I know we’ve only known each other for a few months, but I call bullshit. What’s wrong?”

Beca looked at Demi and couldn’t stop the tear that escaped and rolled down her face. She reached up to wipe it away but Demi was already kneeling in front of her, using the pad of her thumb to wipe away the tear.

“Hey,” Demi said softly. “Come sit with me and tell me what’s going on. I’m a really good listener.”

Beca nodded her head and let Demi lead her to the sofa. The two sat and Beca sniffled a bit and then spent the next half hour telling Demi all about Chloe. From their first meeting to the last time she spoke to her in France to seeing her at the airport with Chicago.

“So, Chloe brought this Chicago guy to L.A. with her without you knowing he was coming?” Demi asked.

“Yep,” Beca said softly.

“And Chloe is staying at your place for the weekend?” Demi asked.

Beca just nodded and wiped another tear away.

“Where is Chicago staying?” Demi asked.

“I don’t know,” Beca said. “I guess he’ll be staying with Chloe at my place.”

“And you’re jealous because he’s here with her?”

“Well, yeah,” Beca said. “She said he was just a fling and now she’s bringing him to a Bellas weekend reunion in honor of MY birthday. How else should I feel?”

“Maybe you should talk to her and find out why he’s here with her,” Demi said.

“I can’t stand in the way of her being happy,” Beca said. “Besides, he’s so much better for her than I am.”

~ WHEN THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER COMES A-KNOCKIN’~

Fat Amy opened the door to find a smiling Chloe. “Hey, Chloe.”

“That’s all the greeting I get?” Chloe asked as she grabbed Amy in a hug. “I’ve missed you.”

Fat Amy patted Chloe on the back. “Yeah, yeah,” Fat Amy said. “Missed you, too.”

Fat Amy pulled away from Chloe and walked back inside the apartment, leaving a confused Chloe standing at the door.

Chloe finally moved when Chicago came up behind her, carrying their luggage. She walked in and squealed again when she saw the other Bellas there.

“Oh, my God,” Chloe exclaimed, running over to the girls. “I didn’t know you all were going to be here tonight.”

She hugged Ashley, Jessica, CR, and Stacie. She saved Aubrey for last.

“Brey,” Chloe gushed. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Chlo,” Aubrey said, returning the hug and pulling back.

Chloe looked around. “Where’s Beca?”

“Hey, girls,” Chicago said, joining the group. “It’s good to see you all again.”

Fat Amy picked up the luggage and started carrying it toward the stairs.

“Follow me,” Amy told Chicago.

“Wait,” Chicago said, taking both suitcases. “This one’s mine and can stay right here.”

He set the one suitcase down and looked at Amy. Fat Amy nodded and led the way upstairs with Chicago following behind her. Chloe watched them leave with a smile.

“Seriously, guys,” Chloe asked as she turned back to the girls. “Where’s Beca?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Stacie spits out at Chloe.

“Stacie, don’t,” Aubrey said.

“Does someone want to fill me in on what’s happening right now?” Chloe asked, looking around at everyone.

“We were just going to ask you the same thing,” CR said.

“What?” Chloe asked, confused.

“I’m beginning to think you failing Russian Lit for four years,” Ashley said with a bit of sadness, “is because you really are that dumb.”

“Excuse me?” Chloe asked, getting angry. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Chloe,” Aubrey said, trying to be the voice of reason. “Why is Chicago with you?”

“Yeah, Chloe,” Stacie said, stepping toward the redhead. “Why is the guy you said was ‘just a fling’ in Beca’s apartment? You know, Beca the girl you told you loved, and then sealed it with a kiss. The girl who, right now, is hiding away from you, from all of us, because she saw you and him at the airport together.”

Chloe chuckled, realizing what the girls must be thinking.

“It’s not what you think,” Chloe said. “He’s been transferred back to the States and was coming to LA see his sister. We ran into each other at JFK when he was waiting for the same plane I was. He was hoping to see Beca while he was here, so I invited him to come with me from the airport. If I had known she was coming to the airport, he could have seen her there and then gone on to his sister’s house.”

“So, you two aren’t together?” Stacie asked.

“Nope,” Chloe said. “I want to be with Beca.”

Amy and Chicago came back downstairs. Amy was laughing at something and looked at the girls.

“Beca’s jealous for no reason,” Fat Amy said. “It’s just a coincidence that these two are here together. Chicago just explained everything.”

“We know,” Aubrey said. “Chicago, if you can you should stick around. I don’t think Beca will be too late. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you, once she knows you’re not actually here for Chloe.”

~ WHEN THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER COMES A-KNOCKIN’~

Demi held Beca while she cried more. Beca finally sniffled and sat up.

“I’m sorry to be such a mess,” Beca said, grabbing some tissues and wiping her face.

“Don’t be sorry,” Demi said. “I don’t even know Chloe and I already hate her.”

Beca just chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say they hated Chloe Beale.”

“Okay, maybe I don’t actually hate her,” Demi said. “But, I’m not very fond of her right now.”

The two singers sat in silence for a few minutes. Demi was the first to speak up.

“I’ve written this song and I think you should record it,” Demi said. “I think it fits you better.”

“You know what, I need a distraction,” Beca said. “Let’s hear it.”

Demi pulled a jump drive and her laptop out of her bag. She opened her laptop and plugged in the jump drive. She found the song she wanted and pressed play. Beca listened intently and started nodding. Beca stopped the music and looked at Demi.

“Do you have the lyrics written down?” Beca asked.

“Of course,” Demi said with a smile and pulled out the sheet music.

“Do you mind if I strip this down and remove your vocals?” Beca asked. “I’d like to give it a shot.”

“Go for it,” Demi said. “I love watching you work.”

~ WHEN THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER COMES A-KNOCKIN’~

A short while later, Beca came out of the recording booth.

“Thanks for letting me hear the song,” Beca said excitedly. “It sounds good but I don’t think it’s right for me.”

“You sounded great on it,” Demi said. “How do you feel about the lyrics?”

“Everything was perfect,” Beca said with a smile. “The lyrics, the music. It just all comes together really well.”

“Yeah,” Demi said. “It is really good.”

“I agree,” Beca said. “And, it’s going to be a hit. For you.”

Beca sat back with a sad smile and looked over Demi.

“Come on, mopey,” Demi said. “We’re going out.”

“I don’t want to go out,” Beca whined.

“I didn’t ask,” Demi said and dragged Beca out of the studio and down to her car.

Demi told her driver they were going to Lure Nightclub. When they arrived, the valet opened the door for the two women and Demi grabbed Beca’s hand to lead her into the club. The paparazzi were out in full force and got plenty of pictures of the two holding hands as Demi dragged Beca into the club.

Beca and Demi got drunk and stumbled out of the club around 2:00 am. Demi took Beca to her place so she didn’t have to deal with Chloe and Chicago at hers. Both girls crashed as soon as they got to Demi’s bedroom.

~ WHEN THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER COMES A-KNOCKIN’~

It was a little after ten the next morning when Demi and Beca were awakened by the ringing of both their phones. Each girl fumbled around until they found their phones.

“Hello,” Beca mumbled.

“Beca, where the hell are you?” Fat Amy yelled.

“Stop yelling,” Beca said, sitting up and holding her head. She looked and saw that Demi had left the room. “What’s going on?”

“Where are you?” Fat Amy asked. “There’s some serious shit going down at your apartment. You might want to get over here.”

“What kind of shit?” Beca asked, still unfocused.

“The Bellas all showed up here around 9:00 this morning,” Fat Amy said. “They’ve been going on and on about how you and Demi Lovato are a thing.”

“What?” Beca asked. “Why would they think that?”

“Google your name,” Fat Amy said. “You’ll see why. And, we also have one pissed-off and angry ginger that looks like she’s ready to kill somebody.”

“What is she so pissed off about?” Beca asked fully awake and pissed off now. “She’s with Captain America. It’s none of her fucking business who I’m with.”

“Come on, Beca,” Fat Amy said pleadingly. “It’s not like that. Just come home. Please?”

“I’ll be there soon,” Beca said with a sigh and ended the call.

She looked down at her phone and noticed she had a bunch of texts from most of the Bellas, several of them from Chloe. She decided to ignore them for now and crawled out of bed to search for Demi. She found her standing in front of her TV with the phone to her ear.

“We’re friends who went out and got drunk together,” Demi said into the phone. “That’s all.”

Beca looked at the TV and her eyes got wide. TMZ had a video of the two of them inside Lure and they were dancing and hanging all over each other.

“Oh, shit,” Beca mumbled.

Demi looked at her and smiled a genuine smile as she ended her call. “My publicist,” Demi explained. “Apparently, we are the couple to watch now.”

“Shit, Demi,” Beca said, running her hand through her hair. “I’m sorry about this.”

“Don’t be,” Demi said. “I’m not. It’s good publicity. Plus, you’re hot. I could do worse.”

“Gee, thanks,” Beca said. “Way to boost a girl’s ego, Lovato.”

“Shut it, Mitchell,” Demi said with a laugh. “You know if you weren’t in love with Chloe you’d be all over this.”

“I need to go home,” Beca said, blushing. “Fat Amy called and apparently all the Bellas are there and Chloe’s having a fit.”

“Let me come with you,” Demi said, her eyes bright with mischief. “Maybe you’ll find out exactly where you stand with Chloe if you show up with me. I’ll just tell them nothing happened.”

“Sure, why not? What could possibly go wrong?” Beca asked sarcastically.

~ WHEN THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER COMES A-KNOCKIN’~

Demi and Beca made it to Beca’s apartment around 1:00 pm to find the Bellas sitting around Beca’s living room. As soon as Beca walked in Amy ran over and grabbed her in a hug.

“I was worried about you, shorty,” Amy said before letting Beca go.

“Yeah, well, as you can see, I’m fine,” Beca said.

“Where the hell have you been?” Chloe yelled at Beca. “We’ve been worried sick about you.”

Beca looked at Chloe and frowned.

“I don’t answer to you,” Beca snarked. “You’re not my girlfriend.”

Chloe’s mouth dropped open in shock at Beca’s anger toward her.

“Why are you acting like this?” Chloe asked. “Are you and Demi a thing now? So, you’ve forgotten everything you said to me in France.”

“Demi and I are not a thing,” Beca said. “Why is Chicago with you anyway?”

“He came out to visit his sister,” Chloe said. “He wanted to see you to congratulate you. But since you didn’t come home last night, he left.”

“Yeah, right,” Beca scoffed.

“Beca,” Aubrey said. “Maybe you should hear Chloe out before you say something you’ll regret. Why don’t you two go upstairs and talk.”

Beca and Chloe stood glaring at each other. Chloe was the first to fold.

“Can we talk?” Chloe asked. “Please?”

“Sure,” Beca said and headed for the stairs.

~ WHEN THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER COMES A-KNOCKIN’~

“So, are you replacing me with Demi Lovato?” Chloe asked as soon as Beca closed her bedroom door.

“What? No,” Beca responded. “Are you really not with Chicago?”

“I don’t want Chicago,” Chloe said. “I only want you.”

“I only want you, too,” Beca said.

Chloe smiled and stared at Beca.

“So, uh, what happens now?” Beca asked.

“I'm going to kiss you,” Chloe said, stepping toward Beca.

“Who’s stopping you?” Beca asked.

Chloe didn’t say anything, she just grabbed Beca by the front of her shirt and pulled her into a kiss.

Beca moaned into the kiss and grabbed Chloe around the waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.

~ WHEN THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER COMES A-KNOCKIN’~

“It’s kind of quiet up there,” Ashley said. “Do you think we should check on them?”

“Let’s leave them alone for a bit,” Jessica said. “I’m not sure I want to walk into whatever is happening right now.”

“That’s probably for the best,” Fat Amy said with a knowing smile. “I’m pretty sure BeChloe is happening.”

“I agree,” Aubrey said.

“We’ll have to put a stop to whatever is happening soon,” Stacie said. “Beca will need to get ready for her party.”

“Maybe we should go to the hotel and get ready ourselves,” CR suggested. “Hopefully, they’ll be done making up by the time we come back.”

“That’s an excellent idea,” Emily said. “I’ll text Beca and let her know.”

“I’ll text Chloe, too,” Aubrey said.

“Yes, yes!” They suddenly hear Beca scream, followed by an “Oh, my God!” from Chloe.

The girls looked at each other and made a mad dash toward the door. Emily pulled the door open as Jessica, Ashley, CR, and Flo, practically fell over each other trying to get out.

Stacie smirked as she looked up toward Beca’s room.

“Let’s go, Stacie,” Aubrey said, grabbing Stacie’s arm and dragging her toward the door.

“Wait for us,” Fat Amy yelled as she and Demi ran out after them.

#ukraine #ppfandomdrive #admin #bechloe #wordsofmyreality

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merry-pitchmas · 2 years ago

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Happy belated Halloween? The holiday decorations roll out earlier and earlier every year! Will you be organizing a Pitchmas this year?

With 💙, Me

You bet!! Keep those eyes peeled for a post in the next day or two.

#ask #pitchmas 2022 #wordsofmyreality

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pleaseactsurprisedxx · 4 years ago

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/28100766

Mini fic for @wordsofmyreality for just being awesome.

#bechloe #pitch perfect #Christmas #silly #wordsofmyreality

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ridiculously-over-obsessed · 3 years ago

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number 3 for the drabble prompts please <3

Hello anon!! I know it’s taken me a while to get to this, I’m sorry, it’s just been a very busy and stressful time lately, my anxiety has been wackadoodle quite frankly. But I’m here, and I’m writing it!!

I saw @wordsofmyreality has started a 31 Days Of Angst challenge and I really hope she doesn’t mind if I jump on the bandwagon because I do love angst 👀🥺 some of the prompts I have left fit the prompts, so those will be saved for those days, others don’t and I’m going to try and get as many of them written today as possible, I promise!!

So, without further ado...

(3) “Please, don’t leave.”

Beca perched on the edge of the bed, fingers playing with the edge of the little black dress she had worn for her date that night. She didn’t understand what was happening, why this had... what had happened to the night they’d been having?

They had met at a nice restaurant, not that far from Beca’s apartment, one that she knew did good food without being outrageously expensive or so fancy that Beca would be uncomfortable or out of place all night. She had swayed in a blue dress, hair cascading down her shoulders, eyes glittering with the nerves that Beca herself was feeling that had somehow soothed her own. They had awkwardly stumbled through hellos and fallen into an uncomfortable silence before Beca had laughed and shaken her head and they’d realised that yes, they had drifted apart after college, but that didn’t mean they were strangers now.

Once that realisation had been reached and the wine had arrived, the conversation had flowed easily, they had laughed and talked for hours, long after the dessert had been finished (much to the annoyance of the waiters who wanted to bus their table). They had left the restaurant hand in hand, Beca leaning into her as the light buzz of alcohol took away those annoying hang ups she had about PDA and let her just be with her. They were still laughing and joking as they walked back to Beca’s apartment, neither expecting their date to go past the front door but she had insisted on walking Beca home.

And then they had appeared, out of the dark of an alley not a block from Beca’s apartment building, with rough hands and glinting blades, and before Beca could comprehend what had happened she was on the ground and there was a foot colliding with her ribs as cold metal pressed against her throat. Beca couldn’t see her, where was she? Pain exploded through her again as something hard collided with her cheek and someone stomped on her ankle. But she couldn’t cry out, couldn’t scream, couldn’t ask about her because the knife at her throat was pressed so close that any movement would surely slice it wide open.

Beca could hear her, could hear muffled cries of pain and sounds of pleading. She needed her. Beca had to get up and help her. But they were strong and they were everywhere, and Beca couldn’t do anything with this knife at her throat, what use was she to her dead?

But then, as suddenly as they had appeared they were gone, along with Beca’s purse and her phone, but she didn’t care about that. She didn’t care about the pain she was in, or the fact that she couldn’t stand because her ankle was definitely broken. Beca dragged herself over rough concreate to where she lay, running her shaky fingers through her hair.

“Chloe? Chloe talk to me... please be okay...”

Beca wasn’t sure what had happened next, she remembered soft hands gently guiding her onto a stretcher, she remembered the doctor who had smiled softly and tried to reassure her that everything that would be okay, the nurse that had oh so carefully cleaned her wounds and splinted her fractured ankle (they had said she was lucky it wasn’t broken), everything had been a haze of pain and morphine, her one clear and crystal thought: Chloe.

Where was she? Was she okay? What had they done to her?

They had just found their way back to each other. Beca had finally been on the best date of her life with Chloe, she knew it would be this good, that it would always be this good, so why was this happening?

They had finally let her see her Chloe. She looked so small covered in all the tubes and wires, her flame red hair the only thing that reassured Beca that it was still her underneath all the medical equipment. It was a quiet grief that sat in her stomach, that swarmed inside her as she held Chloe’s hand, that made her whole body feel numb and this whole situation so surreal.

“Please, don’t leave.” Beca whispered against the back of Chloe’s hand, “I know it hurts, I know they messed you up bad, but please don’t leave... I already lost you once, my life sucks without you in it, please don’t leave me.”

Beca sat like that for hours, whispering against Chloe’s hand, watching the machines do everything for her, listened to the steady beeping, trying to understand what all the numbers meant so she would know how Chloe was doing, if she needed to call someone to come and help her. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Beca wasn’t supposed to be grieving for a relationship that could have been, for a life that she could have had. She was supposed to hold Chloe’s hand as she held hers, to smile at her as Chloe told another story about the kids in sixth grade class, to lose herself in the deep, intoxicatingly blue eyes that she had never been able to forget.

“I love you.” Beca’s voice cracked as she gently brushed Chloe’s hair from her eyes, “I love you so much that it hurts. It hurts more than all the cuts and bruises and my fucking ankle, it’s like this hole in my chest, this hole that I was carrying around with me for the last three years and then there you were again and I felt... I felt complete again just looking at your face. So please... please Chloe, please come back to me again, please don’t leave again, I just got you back...”

Beca sniffed as wiped furiously at her cheeks with the back of her hand, jaw clenched so tight she wouldn’t be surprised if it snapped.

“I have been grieving since the day I left for L.A. about what we could have had if I had just been less of a coward and told you how I feel. I have a great career and a nice apartment and a good life, but I swear I would give all of it up just for you to be okay. You are all I have ever needed Chloe, everything I have ever wanted... just- just open your eyes, or squeeze my hand, just do something, anything that tells me that you’re going to be okay, that I don’t have to spend the rest of my life grieving for what could have been.”

Beca’s head fell against Chloe’s shoulder, sobbing heavily as she felt hope starting to drain from her. She was going to lose her all over again, Beca had been such a fucking coward, why had she waited to tell her how she felt? They could have had a life by now, they could’ve been married, they could’ve had kids, they could...

Beca felt a hand caress her hair, head lifting as her wide and surprised eyes met the impossibly blue ones she saw in her dreams.

“C-Chlo?”

A small smile, obscured by the tube in her throat but still distinguishable was all it took Beca to let out another loud sob, cupping her cheek in her hand as she rested her forehead against hers.

“Oh Chloe... I’m so sorry, I tried to get to you, the knife I-”

A hand, slow and sluggish, rested on her cheek, a finger gently pressing to her lips as Chloe shook her head a little. Beca squeezed her eyes shut as she ran her thumb over Chloe’s cheek, brushing the tear that slid down her cheek away. When her eyes opened she watched as Chloe pointed to herself, frowning a little.

“What, what is it? Are you in pain?”

Chloe’s finger moved to her heart, eyes fixed intently on Beca’s as she moved her once more to rest over Beca’s heart. Beca let out a shaky breath as she grinned at Chloe, sniffling as she pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too.”

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #pitch perfect edit #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfiction #moodboard: bechloe #my fic #anon #ask meme things #drabble: bechloe #31doa: day one #31 days angst challenge

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143bc · 2 years ago

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Favorite new Bechloe stories this week? Are you reading any new fics.

Oh yes!

There was a repost of a short oneshot from 2018 - @erikahenningsen - inspired by because I Had To - sweet Bechloe fluff.

@snowflake19-things - posted an update to How Legends Are Born - pokemon Bechloe

@freedomseeker91 - posted a fluff oneshot In The More Than Good Enough Universe (9/22)

@ridiculously-over-obsessed - posted chp1 of a vampire Staubrey and Bechloe fic- The Sky'd Be Falling And I'd Hold You Tight (9/19)

@godzillachloe - posted the first two chps of Remind Me Again I'm Alive (9/17) - good Bechloe, Staubrey, and others

@wordsofmyreality - posted chp7 of Bargain Vacation (9/20) - cute Bechloe au

@kendrickslmanburg - posted chp7 of Frozen in Time - sweet Bechloe fic au (Beca is found frozen in ice)

@acca-dork - posted chp2 of I'd Rather Hear Your Theories - Bechloe vampire (9/19)

@late2dparty - posted chp 10 of FOMO - good Staubrey fic (9/21)

I'm certain I probably missed some. I have read most of these. With a few more hours added to the day I'll get to them all. These are good fics that will keep anyone busy and entertained.😊❤️

Have a wonderful day

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pitchslapped · 3 years ago

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Pride Fics

I take a look at pride-themed Pitch Perfect fics and your suggestions.

You can listen to the episode here: Pitch Slapped - Pride Fics

Highlighted fics include:

Pride? Nah, Dude, I'm All Out by @welshcakes68

Kiss Me Like You Mean It by Abadabadoo22 aka @missperfectlyfine13

Dance to This by StaubreyBechloeGoals4Life

Bechloe - coming out to each other by @asweetmelodytrickling

have you lost your mind (or has she taken all of yours too?) by @backtobasicbellas

I'm nobody's but yours by @lets-talk-appella

Pride by @redlance

Pride Shenanigans by @suituuup

No Matter Gay, Straight or Bi by @total-bella-trash

Beca Goes to Pride by @cdybedahl

The Closet Door by 22_Ti aka @wordsofmyreality

If you wanted to support the podcast you can via my ko-fi

#Pitch Perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction #pitch perfect podcast #pitch slapped #pitch slapped podcast #bechloe #bechloe fanfic #pitch perfect fic rec #bechloe fic rec #mitchsen #emily junk #pitch perfect pride

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massivedrickhead · 3 years ago

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19. Sacrifice

Decided to give some of the prompts from @wordsofmyreality's 31 Day Angst Challenge a go.

I'm not going to be doing them in order, and I won't be doing all of them since I have a busy month ahead, but I wanted to write something :)

Naturally - angst lies ahead!

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“Hi, can you tell me your name?”

Chloe blinked against the light that was being shone into her eyes.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was sore and her mouth was dry.

She could still feel the harsh plastic of the breathing tube that had been hastily removed from her throat only moments ago.

“Take your time,” the woman said, lowering her small flashlight. “You’ve been asleep for a while, it might take time for your voice to come back.” She placed both her hands in Chloe’s. “Squeeze as hard as you can.”

Chloe did, her whole body aching like she’d been beaten up.

“Let’s try your name again,” she said, smiling kindly at Chloe.

“C-Chloe,” Chloe said, wincing. “Chloe Beale.”

“Good. Do you know where you are?”

Chloe looked around the room, noticing the monitors and the IV stand. She looked down at the cannula in the back of her hand and the wires coming from the pads stuck to her chest.

“Hospital,” she said.

“That’s right. My name is Dr Alvarez, can you remember what happened?”

Chloe shook her head, wincing at the pain it caused.

She was so tired, she wanted nothing more than to just lie back down and sleep.

“You were in an accident, Chloe,” the doctor said. “It was quite bad.”

Chloe frowned, trying to piece together what had happened. Trying to recall the last thing she could remember.

Everything was fuzzy. Cloudy. Like she was looking at it through a thick pane of glass.

She remembered darkness. She remembered… rocking. Tilting. Through the glass pane, she could see fire. She could almost feel the heat, and she felt her breath quicken.

“What…” She swallowed again, feeling something tighten in her chest. “What happened?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I… I don’t know,” Chloe said, her breathing getting faster. Shallower. She closed her eyes and tried to think.

The USO tour! She was supposed to be on the USO tour!

Pain shot through her head again, and she opened her eyes.

“Where are we?”

“We’re in Barden City Hospital,” Dr Alveraz said.

“We’re in America? No… No, I was in Europe. We… Where are my friends? Where’s Beca?”

“Chloe! You need to go, now!” Beca yelled, wind howling, the other Bellas screaming from the water below.

“I’m not leaving you!”

Chloe’s breathing got quicker.

A new memory joined the old one.

Now there was darkness. Rocking. Fire. Gunshots.

No. No, the gunshots came before the fire.

“You’ll pay for this you stupid bitch!” A rough Australian voice called from behind them.

Beca turned, her eyes widening in horror before she pushed Chloe. Hard.

“What happened?” Chloe said, crying now. “Please. Please tell me where my friends are?”

In the second it took for Chloe to lose her balance, her arms flailing out in front of her as she tried to cling onto Beca, Chloe heard the solid cracks of three bullets getting fired.

Beca swayed, and fell, and then the sky was lit up by a fireball.

Chloe’s scream was lost in the sound of the explosion.

“You were at a hospital in Spain for a few weeks, and then they transferred you back here. You’ve… You’ve been in a coma for while now.”

She remembered bright white lights and a lot of shouting. A lot of movement and activity. She was surrounded by so many people, all barking at each other, speaking to her in a language she didn’t understand.

She remembered pain. White-hot, and so much of it.

She remembered shouting. For her Mom. For her friends. For Beca.

And then nothing.

“Where’s my Mom?” Chloe asked, fear beginning to constrict her chest. “I want my Mom.”

“She’s just outside,” Dr Alverez said. “I’ll go and get her.”

Chloe sank back against her pillows, watching as the doctor walked to the door and stuck her head out. “Mrs Beale?”

Tears filled Chloe’s eyes before she could stop them at the sight of her Mom walking into the room.

“Mom,” she said, her voice breaking, her arms reaching out for her like she was a kid again.

“Oh my girl,” her Mom said, crying too, but so relieved to see her daughter awake. “We were so worried.” She wrapped her up in her arms and held her. “We didn’t think you’d ever wake up.”

“Mom, is Beca dead?” Chloe asked, her voice breaking.

It was a question she never thought she’d have to ask, and the words sounded surreal coming out of her mouth.

Of course Beca wasn’t dead.

Beca couldn’t be dead.

“Yes,” her Mom said. “Your friend Amy too. I’m so sorry, baby.”

The sound that left Chloe was a sound she’s sure she’d never made before in her life.

It was a sound of pain. Of agony. Of loss.

No amount of gentle reassurances from her Mom could stop it.

Nothing could stop it.

Chloe cried and screamed and wailed until her body eventually gave out from exhaustion.

She found no relief in her dreams.

“Hey,” Chloe’s Mom said, perching on the edge of her hospital bed. “Aubrey’s here. She just flew in from New York.”

Chloe didn’t respond.

She hadn’t said a word in a week. She hadn’t moved.

She lay curled on her side, refusing to eat. Refusing to do anything.

Her doctors told her she had to move. She had to get the strength back in her legs, she had to get used to eating real food.

She never responded. She just lay there and stared at a spot on the wall.

“Why are you mad at me?”

“Why are you being so rude to Chicago?”

“I’m not being rude,” Beca replied, bristling. “I just don’t get why you’re fawning all over him.”

“I am not fawning! He’s nice, I’m being friendly!”

“Chloe? Did you hear me?”

Chloe didn’t react, and she felt the bed dip again as she stood up.

“Come in, Aubrey,” her Mom said. “Don’t expect much conversation though.”

“Hey Chlo’,” Aubrey said, sitting in the chair at Chloe’s bedside. She tried to keep her voice light, but tears were spilling down her cheeks as soon as she set eyes on her friend.

She didn’t look like Chloe anymore. She looked hollow. Empty. Like she had died with Beca and Amy, and there was nothing left but this shell.

Chloe didn’t look at her. She could barely hear her. Aubrey’s voice was just as muffled and incomprehensible as her Mom’s. As the doctors’ were. It was all just buzzing to her.

“The Bellas all miss you, and they’re worried about you,” Aubrey said, not deterred by her silence. “I’m, um, I’m sorry you missed the funerals. We… No one knew when you’d wake up. Or even if you’d wake up. Beca’s dad and Amy’s mom just couldn’t wait anymore.”

She reached out to take Chloe’s hand. She was relieved that she didn’t pull away, but her heart sank when it just stayed limp in her hand. As if Chloe wasn’t even aware she was holding it. Like she was still in that coma.

“I think your Mom is hoping that I’ll turn on the old Posen hard-ass routine. She’s hoping I’ll make you get out of bed. But I, uh, I just lost two of my best friends. And I feel like I’m losing you too. So… Yeah… I don’t have the energy to be a hard-ass. I can barely get out of bed in the morning,” Aubrey said, swallowing back the tidal wave of emotion that threatened to spill out. “I will say this though. Beca saved your life. She pushed you off that boat because she knew you were both about to be shot. They got her three times in the back, but she pushed you away and you survived. Please don’t throw away her sacrifice.”

“You’re too good for him, Chlo’!” Beca said, trying - and failing - to keep her voice level.

“You can’t just keep saying that about every person I try and date!”

“I can when it’s true!”

“God, Beca, you make me so fucking mad sometimes! You can’t just…”

“Just what?”

“Nothing,” Chloe said, the rush of anger being replaced by a quiet disappointment. How many more times could they have this conversation?

“I just think you deserve better,” Beca said. “You should be with someone who knows how special you are.”

Just tell me, Chloe thought, wanting to scream at Beca. Tell me you love me so I can say it back.

“Yeah, well, maybe that person needs to make their move. And quickly. Because I can’t wait forever for this mystery pers-”

Chloe was cut off by Beca’s lips pressing against hers.

She froze for a second, and then kissed back with everything she had.

“Chloe,” Aubrey said, an edge to her voice now. “Please. Please say something.”

Chloe blinked, her eyes moving slightly, but not straying far from that spot on the wall.

“I loved her so much,” Chloe said, her voice cracking as she spoke for the first time in a week.

“I know,” Aubrey said. “She loved you too.”

“I didn’t get to tell her.”

“She knew.”

Chloe swallowed, her tongue sweeping across her dry and cracked lips.

She was so tired.

“Did she suffer?”

“I… I don’t think so,” Aubrey said. “They said she probably died before she hit the water.”

“Amy?”

“It… The explosion got her, they think. It would have been instant.”

Chloe nodded, and let her eyes close. She took a deep breath and held it. “I wish I was dead,” she said on the exhale, as she went off to find Beca in her dreams.

#31 day angst challenge #bechloe #bechloe angst #angst #angst prompt #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fic #no matter the timeline

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