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acapellasaurus · 3 months

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Yay you’re back! I feel these prompts are gonna be sad and/or wreck me sooo I’ll request a semi happy one

10. “Where have you been?! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for three hours!”

Maybe Chloe and her mini Chloe finally left Chicago after the rumors of cheating and only Aubrey knew but now can’t locate them que Beca losing her shit trying to find her Redheads only for the Beales to rock up at her LA home where they feel most safe

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Is this good? I don't know. I'm feeling rusty but glad to be writing again.

10. “Where have you been?! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for three hours!”

Prompt taken from here.

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“Oh my god, where have you been?! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours!”

Beca winced and pulled the phone away from her ear as Aubrey’s shrill voice threatened to deafen her.

“I was in the studio,” Beca replied, frowning as she crossed the parking lot to her car. “My phone was off. What’s going on?”

“Chloe’s left him,” Aubrey said. “Like actually finally left his cheating ass, and now I can’t get hold of her.”

Beca stopped walking. “Are you serious?”

“Yes! I’m surprised Chicago isn’t blowing up your phone right now, no one knows where she is.”

Beca scoffed and quickened her pace to her car. “That douchebag doesn’t have my number,” Beca said. She got into her car and switched the call over to her bluetooth. “Tell me what happened.”

“She called me last night saying she caught him cheating again, and that she was done,” Aubrey said. “And now her phone is off, and Chicago has called me like 50 times since this morning demanding I tell him where she is.”

“She didn’t tell you where she was going?” Beca asked, trying to take in what Aubrey was telling her. Her stomach was twisting as she pulled out onto the highway and she tried to think of where Chloe might have gone.

“No,” Aubrey said. “I thought she might have called you.”

“I’ve not heard from her in a few days,” Beca said. She began chewing her bottom lip as her mind ran through every potential scenario of what might have happened. “She has Sarah with her, right?”

“Of course, Chloe wouldn’t have left her behind,” Aubrey said. “That’s what he’s so mad about. I don’t think he really cares if Chloe leaves him or not, but she took his daughter with her.”

“Have you tried her parents?” Beca asked, thinking it pretty unlikely that she’d have gone to them, but not impossible.

It was Aubrey’s turn to scoff now. “No,” Aubrey said, “but there’s no way she’d have gone there. They weren’t even at the engagement party.”

“No, I know,” Beca said. “But maybe she’d have gone there because no one would expect her to.”

“If we haven’t heard by tonight I’ll call them, but I don’t want to get them involved if I can help it,” Aubrey said.

Beca reached her exit on the highway and pulled off, and then drove in silence for a few minutes as both her and Aubrey tried to figure out what to do next.

“She’ll be okay, right?” Aubrey asked, voicing their shared concern for the first time.

“Yeah,” Beca said, hoping her voice didn’t betray the fear she was feeling. “He wouldn’t have… Chicago, he wouldn’t have done anything to her, would he?”

“No,” Aubrey said. “I don’t think so. He’s an asshole, but he’s not a monster. And besides, he isn’t that good of an actor, and I’ve never heard anyone sound as pissed off as he did on the phone.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Beca said. “I’m sure she’ll get in touch soon. I bet she just turned her phone off so he couldn’t reach her and that she’ll call us when she can.” Beca reached her street and slowed as she prepared to pull into her drive. She frowned when she saw a vaguely familiar car parked outside her house. “Actually,” Beca said, “hold that thought.”

“What?”

“I think she’s here,” Beca said, feeling a wave of relief crash over her. She pulled into her drive just as the driver’s door from the other car opened. “Yeah, she’s outside my house. I’ll call you in a little bit, okay?”

“Sure,” Aubrey said, sounding as relieved as Beca felt. “Tell her she’s a pain in the ass and that I’m sending her the medical bill for the stomach ulcer she gave me.”

“Will do,” Beca said. She said her goodbyes and hung up her phone before getting out of her car.

Chloe was standing by her car, a look of hesitation on her face, a sleeping toddler in her arms.

Beca thought she looked tired. There were dark circles under her eyes that were red and puffy.

“Did you drive through the night?” Beca asked.

“Pretty much,” Chloe replied. “I should have called.”

Beca shook her head. “It’s okay. Aubrey filled me in, she’s been pretty worried.”

“I’ll call her,” Chloe said.

“Later,” Beca said. “It’s like a million degrees out here and you look like you’re about to drop.” She gestured for Chloe to follow her into the house.

“You said Aubrey filled you in?” Chloe asked, all but collapsing onto Beca’s sofa, her daughter still held protectively in her arms.

“Yeah, she gave me the gist,” Beca said. “I’m so sorry, Chlo’.”

“I feel like an idiot,” Chloe said. “This is the third time he’s done this and I… Why did I keep forgiving him?”

“You were trying to keep your family together,” Beca said. “If anyone’s the idiot here it’s him. What kind of moron cheats on Chloe Beale for crying out loud.”

Chloe let out a laugh which quickly turned into a sob, which quickly woke up Sarah who joined in with her Mom’s crying.

“I’m sorry,” Chloe said, wiping her eyes while she attempted to soothe her crying daughter. “I’m sorry for this, for just turning up here without a word.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Beca said. “I’m glad you knew you could come here.”

“It shouldn’t be for more than a few days, just while I figure out what to do next,” Chloe said. Sarah stopped crying and Chloe turned her around on her lap. “Don’t you want to say hello to Auntie Beca?”

Sarah wasted no time in wriggling off her Mom’s lap and toddling over to where Beca sat, her arms outstretched. “Auntie Beca!”

“Hi sweetheart,” Beca said, smiling and eagerly scooping her up. “When did you get so big, huh?”

“I free,” she said, holding up three fingers.

“No way,” Beca said. “You must be at least fourteen by now.”

Sarah giggled and slid off Beca’s lap so she could continue wandering around the room.

“You can stay as long as you want, Chloe,” Beca said, turning her attention back to her friend. “I mean that. I have the room, and I have the money, and you know I could use the company.”

“I can’t ask you to-”

“You aren’t asking,” Beca said, cutting her off. “I’m offering. In fact, I’m not even offering, I’m asking. Please stay here for as long as you would like to.”

Chloe sank back against the sofa as if a weight had been lifted. The long night and day of driving had finally caught up to her and she suddenly didn’t know if she’d be able to keep her eyes open.

“Thank you,” Chloe said.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Beca replied. “Can I get you anything? Food, or water, or anything?”

Chloe shook her head. “Can I just have five minutes?”

“Of course,” Beca said. “Sarah, do you want a snack?”

“Uh huh,” Sarah said, handing Beca the TV remote she’d found. “You put on the princess?”

“Sure,” Beca said. “Uh, which princess?”

“With the seagulls,” Sarah said, helpfully.

“Uh…”

“She wants Frozen,” Chloe mumbled as she rested her head on the arm of the sofa.

“Oh, of course she does,” Beca said. “Come on, munchkin, let’s go get you a snack and then we can watch Frozen.”

They spent the next few hours in relative calm as Sarah ate apple slices and watched Frozen. She squealed with excitement during Olaf’s song where he danced with seagulls for a few seconds, and Beca laughed as she realised this moment had stood out to Sarah as the most significant of the film.

Chloe dozed for most of it until she excused herself to finally call Chicago.

She returned after the movie had finished with her eyes looking considerably more bloodshot.

“Mommy,” Sarah said, reaching for her as soon as she returned.

“Hey baby,” Chloe said, scooping her up.

“Everything okay?” Beca asked.

Chloe shrugged. “He’s furious, but he’s agreed to give me space for a few weeks.”

Beca pulled a face. “Can he really blame you for leaving?”

“He doesn’t care about me,” Chloe said. “He’s mad that I took his daughter, which I guess is fair. He was a crappy partner, but he’s a good dad.” She sighed and kissed the top of Sarah’s head. “Once he’d calmed down he said he’d come out to L.A. in a few weeks and we could start discussing custody and child support and that kinda thing.” She let out another sigh and checked the time, wondering when this long day would ever end.

Eventually, after unpacking the car, eating dinner, bathing Sarah, and putting her to bed, Chloe was finally able to sit down with Beca and a much needed glass of wine.

“I’m sorry you’re having to go through all this, Chlo’,” Beca said. “He’s… he’s such an idiot.”

“I feel like I’m the idiot, to be honest.”

“No way,” Beca said. “He was engaged to the best person in the world, has the most incredible daughter, and he threw all that away because he wanted to get his dick wet?”

Chloe just shrugged. She had no answer that she could give Beca, and she was too tired to try and think of one.

“If I had his life…” Beca trailed off and shook her head. “I wouldn’t give it up for anything.”

“I didn’t realise that was something you wanted,” Chloe said. Beca shrugged, and Chloe tapped a finger against the stem of her wine glass before she brought it to her lips. “If you want a family, maybe me staying isn’t the best idea.”

Beca frowned. “What makes you say that?”

“I just mean it might not be easy to like, date or whatever when you’ve got a single Mom and her kid living in your house.”

Beca shook her head. “That isn’t what I meant,” she said.

Chloe took another drink of wine. “What did you mean?”

Beca suddenly felt like they’d waded into uncharted waters as the conversation took a turn towards a place she never thought they’d go.

She took a breath and another drink of wine.

“You know what I meant,” Beca said, avoiding eye-contact.

There was a long pause in which Chloe felt her chest get tight. “Still?”

Beca nodded. “It never went away,” she said.

The silence stretched on, and Beca wished she could take her words back. She hadn’t meant for this to come out on Chloe’s first night. She hadn’t meant for it to come out at all.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said anything,” Beca said. “I’m gonna go to bed and tomorrow we can just forget this whole conversation happened.”

“Don’t,” Chloe said, her hand resting on Beca’s arm. “Don’t go. Don’t apologise.”

Beca held her breath and waited for Chloe to continue.

“Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I’d kissed you instead of Chicago that night,” Chloe said. “And I wonder what would have happened if I’d left him when you told me how you felt that night before I moved out. I… I think about that all the time, Beca.”

“Me too,” Beca said. “But if you’d done that, you wouldn't have Sarah.” She cleared her throat before she continued. “You were right to pick him. I wasn’t ready to be the person you needed. I was too focused on my career, I had complete tunnel vision and everything else just fell to the wayside. It would have ruined us as a couple and as friends. I wasn’t ready to be a good partner then.”

Chloe swallowed, and her hand moved down Beca’s arm and gripped her hand.

“What about now?” She asked.

Beca let out a soft laugh as tears sprang to her eyes. “I think I can do it now. I think… I know I want to do it now.”

Chloe pressed her forehead against Beca’s as tears filled her eyes.

“I can’t rush into anything,” she said.

“I know,” Beca replied. “I wouldn’t want you to. I don’t want to be a rebound.”

“Never,” Chloe said, her grip on Beca’s hand tightened.

“If we do this, I want to do it right,” Beca said.

“We can wait until the dust settles. Wait until Sarah has settled. Take it slowly, and do it properly,” Chloe said.

“Just… tell me when you’re ready,” Beca said, pulling back so she could look at Chloe properly.

Chloe smiled and pressed a kiss against Beca’s cheek. “I will,” she said.

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acapellasaurus · 3 months

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13 or 16 from the concern/worry prompts would be awesome :)

Hi, thanks so much for sending this!

A few people asked for a coninuation of the previous prompt, so I've set this one in the same universe, but a little further on.

I hope you like it!

13. “I’ll stay with you.”

Prompt taken from here.

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“Hey kid,” Beca said, getting out of her car and trying not to look puzzled at the sight of 10-year-old Sarah sitting on the kerb. “What’s going on?”

“I’m waiting for my dad,” Sarah replied, her hand held up to her face to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked up at Beca.

“Oh,” Beca said, glancing at the time on her phone. “I guess he’s running a little late, huh?”

Sarah nodded.

“You don’t want to come wait inside? It’s pretty hot out here,” Beca asked.

Sarah shook her head. “I’m okay, Mom made me put on sunscreen.”

“Okay,” Beca said. “Is your Mom inside?”

Sarah nodded again. “She looked a little mad,” she added.

“Mad at you?”

“Mad in general,” Sarah said.

Mad at Chicago, Beca thought.

“I’ll go see,” Beca said, giving Sarah’s hair a quick ruffle as she passed.

Chloe was furiously chopping vegetables in the kitchen when Beca arrived.

“Chlo’?” Beca asked cautiously as she approached. “Everything okay?”

“He’s late,” Chloe said, bringing her knife down against a potato with a ‘thunk’. “Again. No calls. No texts. No nothing.”

“Give me that,” Beca said, taking the knife away. “We don’t need a trip to the ER on top of everything else.”

“I swear to god, if he no-shows again-”

“I know,” Beca said. “I guess you’ve tried calling?”

“Of course I have,” Chloe snapped.

“Sorry, that probably wasn’t very helpful,” Beca said.

Chloe softened. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just sick of him doing this to her.”

“Me too,” Beca said, pulling her wife into a hug and kissing the side of her head. “Do you need a hand with dinner?”

“No,” Chloe said. “It's almost done.”

Beca kissed her again before grabbing two juice pouches out of the fridge. “I’ll be outside if you need me.”

She returned to the front of the house where Sarah was still waiting, her backpack on the ground beside her. Every so often they’d hear a car in the distance and Sarah would perk up, only to sink back down when the car drove right past.

It made Beca want to cry.

How many times had she been this same kid growing up?

She shook her head slightly and cleared her throat as she approached.

Sarah turned to look at her.

“Thought you might be thirsty,” she said, handing her a juice pouch.

“Thanks,” Sarah said. “What are you doing?” She asked when Beca took a seat beside her.

“Thought I’d wait with you,” Beca said. “If that’s okay?”

Sarah nodded and stuck her straw in her juice pouch. Beca did the same, and bumped hers against Sarah’s.

“Cheers,” she said.

“Cheers,” Sarah said back, giggling.

They sat there until the sun started dipping behind the houses, and they heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Dinner’s ready,” Chloe said. There was a false cheeriness to her voice that made Beca look up at her. She could see that her eyes were rimmed with red and Beca’s face fell.

Again? She asked without speaking.

Chloe nodded, and Beca could see the barely contained rage behind her eyes.

“Dad’s taking me out to dinner,” Sarah said. “Remember?”

Chloe sighed and dragged her teeth across her bottom lip. “Baby, your dad just called,” Chloe said. “And he’s really sorry but-”

“No!” Sarah shouted, standing up quickly. “No! He’s coming! He promised! He’s taking me to dinner and then we’re spending the weekend at Disneyland!”

“Sarah-”

“He promised!” Sarah yelled, angry tears filling her eyes and spilling over reddened cheeks.

“He said something came up at work,” Chloe said. “He’s really sorry.”

Sarah threw a kick at her backpack and set it skittering across the street.

“Kid, I know you’re upset-”

“Shut up!” Sarah said, turning on Beca now. “This is all your fault! My Mom and Dad would still be together if it wasn’t for you!”

It felt like getting stabbed in the chest, but Beca couldn’t pretend that she didn’t understand.

How many times had she shouted the same words at Sheila as a kid?

She just never thought she’d be on the receiving end of it. She never thought she’d be that kind of step-parent.

“Sarah,” Chloe said, her voice much sterner. “That isn’t fair and it isn’t true.”

“It is true!” Sarah said, shouting even louder. “I hate you! I hate you both, and I want my dad!”

She stormed past them into the house and left Beca and Chloe standing in stunned silence.

Beca cleared her throat and tried to distract herself from the pain in her chest by walking the five feet down the street to collect Sarah’s backpack.

The front of it was scuffed now, the sparkly unicorn missing a few sequins. A bit of childhood innocence chipped away by the disappointment of the real world.

“I hate him,” Chloe said, her voice full of quiet anger. Beca saw her own pain reflected back in Chloe’s eyes, only she knew for her it must be a thousand times worse.

“I know,” Beca said. “I’m not his biggest fan right now either.”

“How do we get the blame for this?” Chloe asked, furiously wiping at the tears that kept falling.

“Because she has to blame someone,” Beca said. “Because she probably thinks there’s something wrong with her. Something unlovable that keeps her dad away. But those kinds of thoughts hurt too much, so if she doesn’t blame herself then she has to blame us.”

“She’s a baby,” Chloe said, her voice breaking. “She shouldn’t have to think these things. She shouldn’t be feeling like this.”

Beca pulled Chloe into a hug and held her, because she knew there was nothing she could say that would help.

“If she has to blame someone, can’t she blame him?” Chloe asked, her voice muffled against Beca’s chest.

Beca laughed and placed a kiss against Chloe’s head. “She’ll be okay,” Beca said.

“I hope so.”

“She will be,” Beca said. “I am, and she’s got something I didn’t have growing up.”

“What’s that?” Chloe asked, stepping back so she could look at Beca.

“At least two parents who love her unconditionally. Whether Chicago gets his head out of his ass or not, she still has us, right?”

“Right,” Chloe said, sniffing and wiping her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Beca said. “I love you both.”

“I should go check on her,” Chloe said. “Can you see if dinner can be saved?”

“Of course,” Beca said, briefly kissing her before they both returned to the house.

Chloe climbed the stairs with a pain in her chest and she knocked on Sarah’s bedroom door.

“Go away!” Came Sarah’s tearful response.

Chloe sighed and pushed the door open anyway.

Sarah was curled up on her bed, her back to the door, her body shaking with sobs.

“I know you’re disappointed and upset, but we need to talk about what happened outside,” Chloe said. “It isn’t okay for you to shout at me or Beca, or anyone, like that, even when you’re angry.”

Sarah sniffed and wiped her eyes. She sat up and hugged her legs, and Chloe took a seat on the edge of her bed.

“It isn’t fair,” Sarah said. “Why does he always do this?”

“I don’t know, baby,” Chloe said. “I know you were excited to see him, and I’m really sorry he isn’t coming.”

“I didn’t mean what I said,” Sarah said. “I don’t hate you or Beca, I was just angry. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for saying that,” Chloe said. “That thing you said about me and your dad not being together because of Beca, you know that isn’t true, right?” Sarah shrugged. “Is that something your dad has said to you?”

Sarah shook her head. “You left dad to go and live with Beca,” Sarah said. “So if it wasn’t for her, you would still be together.”

“Sweetheart, no,” Chloe said, sighing softly. “I didn’t leave your dad to go and live with Beca, we went to stay with Beca because I left your dad.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” Sarah asked, brows pulled together.

“No,” Chloe said, shaking her head slowly. “Your dad and I were arguing a lot, and being cross with each other, and we just didn’t love each other the way you’re supposed to when you’re together. And so we decided not to be together anymore. Before Beca and I were together, we were best friends. So I drove us all the way to her house because I knew she’d help me while I was figuring out what was next for us. And she did. She helped me a lot. And she loved you since the day you were born, and she loved me for even longer than that, and eventually I realised I loved her too.”

“So you didn’t leave dad because you wanted to be with Beca?”

“No,” Chloe said. “I promise that isn’t what happened. Beca isn’t the reason that your dad and I split up, and she definitely isn’t the reason that he couldn’t make it today.”

“So then… Then why? Why doesn’t he ever come?”

“I wish I knew the answer to that,” Chloe said.

“You said that you and dad didn’t love each other anymore, so what if that’s what happened? What if he doesn’t love me anymore?”

“Oh, baby girl, I promise you that isn’t true,” Chloe said, pulling her daughter into a hug. “The love you feel for your child, it isn’t like any other kind of love. Your dad will always love you, just like I will always love you, and Beca will always love you. There’s nothing you can do to lose that love. Even when we’re cross with you, or you’re cross with us, we’ll always still love you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” Chloe said.

She hoped this would be enough for now. Hoped it would stop Sarah’s spiralling thoughts. Hope it would help her sleep at night knowing she had the love of all three of her parents, even if Chicago was lousy at showing it.

She didn’t know what would happen when Sarah got older. When she started questioning why Chloe had no relationship with her own parents. Why Beca had none with hers.

“Can we go downstairs so I can say sorry to Beca?” Sarah asked.

“Of course we can, I think that’s a really good idea,” Chloe said, kissing Sarah’s head.

They found Beca in the kitchen, sitting up at the island, tapping something into her phone and frowning.

“Beca?” Sarah said, her voice quiet and hesitant.

“Yes sweetheart?” Beca said, looking away from her phone and softening her expression.

“I’m really sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

Beca smiled and nodded. “Thank you, I forgive you. I know how much it hurts when you’re really looking forward to something and you get let down. I know it hurts even more when you really love the person who let you down.”

“You do?”

“Mhm,” Beca said. “I’m really sorry your dad couldn’t make it.”

Sarah nodded, and she crossed the room to give Beca a hug.

“I think I managed to salvage dinner,” Beca said over Sarah’s head to Chloe, one hand rubbing up and down her back. “Also.” She slid her phone across to Chloe so she could see what she’d been looking at when they’d come in. “Can we?”

Chloe picked up the phone and raised an eyebrow at Beca.

“Are you sure?”

“Uh huh,” Beca said.

Chloe shook her head and smiled before she slid the phone back. “Okay, but I hope you have comfortable shoes.”

Beca grinned, and hit purchase on the three Disneyland tickets that she’d had in her basket. “It costs so much money when you book at the last minute.”

“I’ll send you-know-who the bill,” Chloe said, turning her attention back to dinner, which now needed to be reheated.

“What are you talking about?” Sarah asked, climbing up to sit beside Beca at the island.

“You’ll find out tomorrow,” Beca said, still grinning. “I love you, kid. I hope you know that.”

“I do,” Sarah said. “I love you, too.”

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