#aubreyposen

[baymulti]

[ Aubrey and Beca tasting Chloe's cooking. ]

Aubrey and Beca: *takes a bite on the food Chloe made*

Chloe: soo.. how was it?

Aubrey and Beca: *slowly put their tumbs up*

Chloe: yey! I'm gonna go get more. *Leaves*

Beca: first and last, we need to leave the cooking between us two.

Aubrey: agreed.

[pitchperfect-lostgirl-rizzles]

Little Triple Treble fic to get back into writing c: Hope y'all enjoy!!

[ravenluvsppnbc]

i was really gone last night so i made a whole bunch of bad pitch perfect reactions to annoy my friends with. please take the internet away from me.

[justbechloefluff]

Me: I’m in the mood for some Staubrey fanfiction

Also me: A fanfiction writer

Me: No not like that

[rainvbc]

Ok hi I’ve been gone but whatever

So since I have no life I just rewatched pitch perfect 1 for the first time in over 2 years and uh?? That movie was so gay??? Excuse me??? I feel like I just remembered why I shipped bechloe to the moon and back???

Ok that’s all bye

[backtobasicbellas]

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The Mitchell Incident | Chapter Five

CHECK OUT THE STORY FROM THE BEGINNING HERE 

The sun was just beginning to set, a deep golden haze working its way through the blinds of Chloe’s dorm room. Even with it’s muted tones, she still cringed away from it. She had a pounding headache, her whole body slumped as she flopped down on the edge of her bed. It was unmade, the blankets scratchy against the exposed skin.

She cherished the silence. It was time to think. Time to mull over the fact that a complete stranger had sunk her canine teeth into a major artery. The fact that she should be dead right now, even if she felt like she was half-way there. In a way, the words that Aurum spoke were comforting. Not as cryptic as she thought they would be.

It was easy to dismiss Beca as a nut-job. She had all the inner workings of a psychopath. She was disconnected and distant but craved the touch of another. That much Chloe could tell. But Aurum? She’s a respected professor, one that seemed more confident in her knowledge of vampire’s than the teenager with a tendency to brood.

Chloe let out a small sigh as she propped herself up on her elbow. She knit her eyebrows together. The one time she actually wanted answers the girl was nowhere to be found. The rough burn against the lining of her stomach didn’t seem to fade. It was growing, festering.

“Beca?” She asked this would never work. She knew it wouldn’t. She wasn’t like Beetlejuice of Bloody Mary, it would take more than a spoken word in an empty dorm room to summon the girl. “Shit.”

She clenched her eyes shut, knowing deep down that she would have to return to that graveyard. It was too soon. She was too weak. Everything was sore, the very sound of her breathing heightened. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Language, Red.”

Chloe jumped as she pulled a breath into her lungs. It was a painful one, she winced away from it as she got a good look at the girl who stood by the door. She had closed it softly, shoving her hands into her pockets as she got a good look at the divided-up room. One side was littered with bright pink and different inspiration boards. Chloe’s a darker shade of grey and turquoise.

“Are you finally ready to hear me out?” She asked, letting out a sigh as she lowered herself onto the bed next to the college student. The same cinnamon scent overwhelmed the room. It almost made Chloe’s mouth water. Almost.

“Depends,” She clenched her jaw “are you ready to keep the sarcasm down to the minimum?”

“I don’t think you have much of a choice,” Beca spoke softly. It was almost sincere- the way she talked in a calming manner. It was the smoothest she had ever offered to the girl.

Chloe sat in a labored silence for a few moments. Her hand was draped over her stomach as it raised and fell with each breath she took. The chill of the room didn’t have much effect on her already clammy skin.

“You’re my cat,” Chloe stated.

“Your what?”

“My cat, the one who walked over my grave.”

Beca swallowed roughly, clenching her jaw. “I… I’m not good at the whole, talking thing. I don’t know how to explain this to you or comfort you in a way that keeps you calm. It’s not something I’ve ever been good at.”

“You mean you’ve never told a girl that you murdered her in a graveyard?” Chloe deadpanned, turning her head to face the girl. She had her legs crossed, hands resting in her lap as she played with the tag of a cow stuffed animal that Chloe had since she was ten. The fur was matted, the color was less of a stark white and more of a sickly grey.

“I didn’t kill you,” She interjected, “I saved you. My mother killed you.”

“Oh, my hero.” Chloe snipped. “Your mom sounds like a dream.”

“We're not here to talk about my issues.” Beca clenched her jaw, letting out a short breath. There was nothing comical about this moment- yet Chloe made jokes like it was second nature. It must have been a defense mechanism. Just like her sarcasm. The two bantered with such little knowledge about one another. “Chlo, if I don’t get you something to eat soon, you could die.”

“Again?” She growled, “You’d think once would be enough.”

“This is serious.” Beca nulled in a soft tone. Her fingers were quick to wrap around the gingers. Her touch was chilled but quickly warmed as she ran her thumb over the length of her companions. Chloe was tense, all of her not knowing how to react to this. How to react to Beca, and the situation. “If you die this time, you’re past saving, alright? So put on another jacket and get up.”

“I’m not cold,” Chloe whispered, staring down at her hand. Beca was squeezing her fingers. It was soothing despite the adrenaline that ran through her veins at a mile a minute. She bit the inside of her lip to stop from speaking.

“You will be,” Beca let out a small breath as she retracted her touch. It made Chloe’s own oxygen catch in her throat. Fuck. She didn’t even know if she was supposed to have a pulse, much less have one this loud in her ears.

The brunette was cryptic with her answers. Like she didn’t know who she was, much less how to talk a girl down. How to talk anyone down. This whole entire thing spurred from a quick moment of thinking. One that went against her nature.

She stood quickly, eyes darting towards the dorm room entrance. Chloe propped herself up and followed her gaze. She didn’t quite know if she would willingly follow this stranger wherever she wanted to go. This wasn’t like her professor. She wasn’t trustworthy.

The door was quick to open, it’s creaky hinges making Chloe press her palms against her eardrums as she let out a small groan. Everything was getting louder. Hissing at her from all angles as Beca gave her a curious stare.

Aubrey stood in the door, her bag slung over her shoulder as her slate eyes stared questioningly at her roommate. It wasn’t that Chloe never brought home any friends- they just never looked like this. Like a girl with piercings against her ears and dark clothing. She looked more like a bouncer at some fancy club than anything.

“Oh!” Aubrey quickly lifted her eyebrows as Chloe stood and raked a hand through her tangled hair. She looked like a mess- her scent thick with death as Beca stood in near silence. It was a clear change from the rosy cheeks that Chloe usually boasted. “Hi, who’s your friend?”  

Chloe stared dumbly at Aubrey for a few seconds. She smelled like vanilla. It was the same type of wave that washed over her before- but stronger. Like there was a metallic edge to her scent. It made her mouth water as she gazed right through her friend, quickly getting a tack on the sound of her heartbeat pounding against her chest.

Beca shoved her elbow into Chloe’s ribs, the girl sucking in quickly as she blinked a few times, catching her bearings. “Oh, uh right. Aubrey, this is Beca she’s my…”

“Study buddy.” Beca stuck her hand out to the perky blonde, only getting an apprehensive look back. “For Roman Mythology.”

“Greek,” Chloe spoke.

“Right,” Beca nervously laughed as she retracted her grasp, not getting any signs that Chloe’s roommate would reach forward and take her hand. “Which is why I need a study buddy in the first place.”

Chloe laughed nervously, scratching the back of her neck. “She’s hopeless… We were just heading out, Bree, to get some coffee and catch up on the unit.”

“Mind if I join you?” Aubrey lifted her chin, trying to gauge the situation.

“No,” Beca spoke quickly, “I mean, yes- it’s probably going to be really boring. Flashcards and stuff.”

Aubrey pursed her lips as she narrowed her gaze. There was a bit of anger in the room that Beca could quickly pick up on as Chloe lost focus once more. She was staring straight ahead, mouth parted slightly as Beca wrapped her fingers easily around her shoulder, pulling her back. “Right, Chloe?”

“Right, yes. Yeah.” She shook her head as she grasped her bag from the bed behind the two. “I’ll bring you something back though, Hot Chocolate with Cinnamon?”

She was stumbling over her words as she dragged Beca behind her, not looking her friend in the eyes. Aubrey stepped away from the girls to let them pass regardless. It wasn’t setting right with her- none of this was. “Sure, be careful.”

The girls’ eyes didn’t leave Beca’s, her gaze sharp and unforgiving. She refused to back down, not to some alternative girl who was too pale for her own good.    

[sheaacdc]

My first fanfic in the Pitch Perfect Universe.

It's an Aubrey/OFC, please check out in the above mentioned link.

[isawtheanditopenedupmyeyes]

Does anyone know where I could find old Instagram stories of Anna camp plz ?

[welosttay]

So I got kinda bored today, Staubrey in Wonderland anybody? With Stacie as the Cheshire Cat and Aubrey as Alice

[pitchperfect-lostgirl-rizzles]

Mitchsen multi-chap! Aubrey caught feelings for her FWB, hope y'all enjoy!

[horriblepokemontrainer]

I have this Instagram account which I post Bechloe text screenshots and I figured out how to share it to tumblr so I hope no one minds.

[imnotasuperhero]

I’m so trash that I had to make my ideas a reality so here I bring the Instagram shit (profiles, posts, and stories) for the winery fic by @mitchsentrash (Under the cut for the rest of the character’s edits)

Aubrey Posen / Beca Mitchell / Chloe Beale / Emily Junk / Jessica Smith / Stacie Conrad

└ Aubrey Posen (@aubreyposen)

[persea-xiii]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emily Junk/Beca Mitchell Characters: Emily Junk, Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale, Aubrey Posen, Barden Bellas Additional Tags: Bemily Week, Bemily Week 2020, bemily, Day 2 - Famous, dancer!emily, Singer!Beca Series: Part 3 of Bemily Week 2020 Summary:

There is a very special type of burning shame that comes from being publicly called out on Twitter by your very own media coordinator. It’s exactly what Beca feels right now as she stares at the screen of her phone, her face having gone through most of the colors of the rainbow in the span of a few seconds as she read over and over Aubrey’s tweet.

@AubreyPosen tweeted: @TheRealBecaMitchell are you gonna ask your girl out soon or do I have to do everything myself?!

[alexus013]

Was wondering if anyone out there will write some stacie and beca fic? Or some, like there was a bechloe but the happy ending will be with stacie. Or anyone has a copy of last call?

#steca #becamitchell #stacieconrad #bellas #chloebeale #aubreyposen #emilyjunk #pitchperfect

[tiff-stans]

“marry me” by train | 2010 (part 2)