beca-mitchell · 1 year ago
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the system's breaking down (i think there’s been a glitch) (1/1)
Summary: PP2, but an AU where Beca already knows Chloe has experimented plenty and Chloe is shocked by this revelation. Basically a rewrite of the retreat scene. from @bobby-lynnes-bra: i always thought it would be funny if beca responded to the experimentation comment with "chloe what are you talking about, you've slept with multiple women in college already"
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It’s not Chloe’s brightest idea but it’s…convenient that she and Beca are quite literally being forced to speak to each other in this cramped, confined space. And besides, Chloe is surrounded by the people she loves most (and the woman she’s most in love with) in the world. What could go wrong?
After Beca’s hasty refusal of Chloe’s generous backrub, Chloe changes tactics. She can hear Aubrey’s voice in her head already, calling her desperate, but she kind of is. She feels, simultaneously, that Beca is drifting away in more ways than one and with the end of the semester looming in a mildly horrific proximity, Chloe has run out of options.
She will make sure Beca knows, at least at a very base level, that Chloe wants to kiss her so very badly. She hasn’t thought of much else past this.
“You know Beca, we’re very close, but I think that this retreat is really gonna let us discover everything about each other.” 
“Is that right?”
“You know…one of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t do enough experimenting in college.”
Beca’s nose crinkles. “You’re so weird. What are you talking about? What about all those girls you slept with in my sophomore year? And that one hookup that kept coming back last year.” 
The air whooshes out of Chloe’s lungs at that revelation. “Wait, you know about all that?” 
She forgets momentarily that they aren’t alone because she is absolutely tunnel-visioning on Beca. Suddenly, her chest feels tight, but not in a good way—not in the way it had felt when she had first heard that Beca and Jesse broke up a few weeks ago before he left early for Los Angeles without her. 
Suddenly, Chloe feels very small. She hadn’t known Beca was aware of that. She assumed that Beca had just thought she was only into men this whole time, which was part of the reason Beca never picked up on any kind of signal Chloe sent her during that first year.
She barely hears Beca’s non-commital mumble about Chloe’s lack of subtlety.
If Beca had known all this time that Chloe liked girls, it was never an issue of thinking Chloe was too celibate or too straight to be interested in Beca.
It had been years.
“Chloe?” 
Beca is in the middle of turning around to face away from her, hair ruffled from shifting around. Chloe can’t even bask in how cute Beca looks because she is distraught. She doesn’t even process at that second that Beca, despite being petulant, is still concerned about her lack of quippy comeback and lack of quippy response. 
On autopilot, Chloe turns to stare up at the tent’s fabric. She imagines what the stars are doing beyond the thin barrier. Surely, they must be laughing at her misfortune. 
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When Chloe stumbles out of the tent the next morning, following closely behind Beca, she decides to put it behind her. Mostly. It proves difficult because to distract herself from Aubrey’s drill sergeant voice, she drifts and finds herself just looking at Beca, mostly with mild disbelief. 
Had that been what Beca had been hiding the whole year? That she knew Chloe had a big gay crush on her? Had she told Jesse? Had they both laughed about it? Did that even matter considering Jesse was a couple thousand miles away?
Her mind whirls at a speed she previously had never been able to access. She creates a million and one scenarios, each worse than before. By the time she lands on a scenario where Beca is quite literally homophobic, she decides that she needs to calm down and tries to focus on her breathing so she can at least belt when Aubrey points to her. 
Chloe notes that at least Beca is participating, though she seems less enthused than everybody else. It’s a familiar-enough sight at this point that Chloe just tries to let it go. It is frustrating that she has no idea whatsoever what Beca is thinking, or even why Beca’s mind appears to be elsewhere. 
It had been easy to ignore when they were back at Barden and occupied with classes, performance prep, and just generally trying to slam the lid closed on their overfilling anxiety pots. It’s less easy now, at a remote location and surrounded by only each other. Beca’s distance is more apparent than ever and it all just hurts so much that it makes Chloe want to claw out her eyeballs with her sweaty hands. 
Finally, exhausted, Chloe thinks that she gets a reprieve, but then she hears Beca’s voice cut across the group, clear as day. 
“Sorry, what are we doing?” 
Chloe forces herself to be patient. “We’re rediscovering our sound.” She finally makes eye contact with Beca after hours and she tries not to be hurt by the sheer annoyance she sees written across Beca’s face; she tries not to let it bother her that she has no idea why Beca is even reacting like this to something they both love. 
“Really?” The derision in Beca’s voice makes Chloe want to recoil so very badly. “Because it all sounds like songs that would never go in our set.” 
Chloe’s ears are ringing. She thinks Aubrey says something, so she tries to refocus, but she catches the tail end of Beca exclaiming that she has more important things to do. 
“What could be more important than this?” What could be more important than me? Is what Chloe desperately wants to scream, but she can’t – she knows she can’t. Not here, in front of everybody. 
She swallows her pride when Beca brushes her off. She isn’t letting this go, not this time. “Where do you think you’re going?” 
“Getting out of here. We all have to leave eventually, Chloe. Some of us aren’t scared of that.”
“And what’s wrong with being scared?” Chloe asks, ignoring how high her voice goes. That stops Beca in her tracks. “What’s wrong with being afraid of losing the people I care about?” 
“So you’re acknowledging that there’s something that happens after graduation? After worlds?” There’s a mocking edge to Beca’s voice, but the franticness in her eyes as Chloe nears closer to her is more evident than ever before. 
“Of course I am! It’s all I think about. It’s all I can think about, thinking about not being able to see you—all of you,” she adds hastily. “Not being able to see all of you every day.” 
Aubrey touches Chloe’s elbow. “Chloe, maybe—”
Chloe shrugs her off. “And what about you?” she asks, finally feeling some of the blazing heat in her chest begin to power up her ability to speak. “What about how you’ve been lying to us this whole time. Keeping things from us?”
“What are you talking about?” 
“Everybody’s noticed you’ve been a little checked out lately.” Chloe gestures around. “Don’t you care about any of this?” 
“Of course I care! I’m just trying to think about my future. Which is more than what everybody else seems to be doing.” 
“And what about me?” Chloe asks, forgetting momentarily that they’re surrounded by their friends. 
“What about you?” Beca doesn’t ask the question with a hint of derision or viciousness, but it still hurts nonetheless seeing the plain confusion on Beca’s face. 
“Don’t you care about me?” Chloe thumps her hand on her chest. “I have been there for you for years and you can’t even—you can’t even pick up on a few. Simple. Hints!”
“What hints?” Beca looks around at their friends for help and as Chloe glances around, everybody is pointedly looking away. Emily’s face is turning red. Jessica and Ashley are glancing at each other knowingly. And Aubrey—Aubrey has the worst expression of all of them: pity. Beca apparently still isn’t able to find an answer or assistance from any of that, so she turns back to Chloe, arms crossed.
“Are you being dense on purpose?” 
“I’m not, I swear.” 
“So you’re just going to act like you haven’t seen anything the past few years. Nothing at all.”
“Chloe, what the fuck are you talking about.” 
“I think Chloe is just concerned you’re maybe focused on relationships right now when you should be focused on the Bellas,” Aubrey says, from out of nowhere. 
It isn’t what Chloe is thinking at all, but she lets the brief silence serve as a reset. She gathers herself as Beca turns on Aubrey. 
“I broke up with Jesse a while ago,” she says plainly. 
“Well–”
“Aubrey, don’t.” 
“—In fact, I’m not thinking of any relationships right now. I’m focused on me and moving to Los Angeles after we graduate.” 
Chloe deflates. “Forget it. Forget I said anything.” 
Beca faces her again. They’re standing closer than before, Chloe having closed the distance between them, but the emotional distance between them couldn’t be larger. “Chloe. Wait.” 
Chloe waits, expectant eyebrow raised. 
“I have an internship. That’s where I’ve been disappearing off to. I swear, that’s it. I’m not…like sneaking around or anything,” she adds in a lower tone. “Not with Jesse or anybody else. That was over months ago.” 
Chloe, unfortunately, fixates on the first part only, filing her disappointment away for later. “An internship? Why didn’t you tell me?” 
“You were just…” Beca shrugs, gesturing vaguely with her hands. “I didn’t know if you wanted to hear that I had my mind elsewhere.” 
“Well, I did,” Chloe replies, stung. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re…” she inhales. “You’re my best friend, Beca. I want to know these things and of course, I’m so happy for you.” 
“Oh ouch,” Amy murmurs, nudging Aubrey. 
Beca stares at her for a moment longer. “That’s it then?”
Chloe nods slowly. “I—”
“I’m just going to take an hour for myself,” Beca announces. She walks away from Chloe. The sight of Beca’s back stings more than Chloe expects. She reaches out half-heartedly, her throat dry. She can’t even call out to Beca, not until Beca screams, swept up by a bear trap none of them had seen.
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A few hours later, they sit huddled around a campfire. Chloe has hardly been able to leave Beca’s side, finding ways to touch Beca, whether it’s making sure she isn’t cold (on a warm early summer night) or making sure Beca has had her fill of snacks (Beca has consumed several smores, growing paler with each one Chloe forces into her hands). 
They still haven’t really resolved anything, even as they figure out just how to save their sound. Chloe doesn’t feel particularly resolved as far as things between her and Beca stand. 
Beca appears aware of it too, if the furtive glances she keeps shooting Chloe are any indication. There’s a fidgety-ness to Beca, the way she shuffles as if she isn’t sure if she wants to sit closer or further from Chloe. 
“Let’s leave them to talk,” Aubrey says hastily. She snaps at the rest of the Bellas to get their things before she grabs Fat Amy’s wrist and tugs her, despite her protests of wanting to stay near the fire. Amy is eventually lured away by the promise of access to the minibar and a room for the night. 
Once Beca and Chloe are finally alone, Chloe finds that her mind slows to nothing. She cannot remember a single thing that she wants to say to Beca–everything except, “I’m sorry.” 
Beca prods at a rock with her toe. “What are you sorry for?” she asks quietly. “I should be apologizing.” 
“I was just…mad at you. And mad at myself. Mostly myself.” 
“You should be mad at me. I’m incredibly dense,” Beca offers. 
Chloe huffs. “I didn’t mean that.” 
“You did. It’s okay. I am and I’ve been trying to work on it.” 
“I shouldn’t have just…yelled at you. Especially not in front of everybody. I’m sorry. I just…was so embarrassed about what happened in the tent and then thinking about you hiding things from me.” Chloe groans, covering her eyes with the heels of her hand. “Which you’re totally allowed to do. I just felt so…” 
“Left out?” Beca suggests, her voice quiet and gentle.
Chloe peeks at her with one eye. “Yeah. Let’s start there.” 
“I’m not good with that kind of stuff. You know that.” Beca’s smile is sheepish in the flickering light from the fire. It makes Chloe want to kiss her even more, but she has no idea if that’s appropriate. “And I didn’t mean to leave you out. Trust me. I want to tell you stuff, but it’s just… It’s like how I push everyone away. I just keep doing that whenever I feel scared that I’m going to lose people.” 
“You quite literally can’t lose me,” Chloe says, trying to go for levity. “I’m here,” she murmurs, only slightly horrified when her voice cracks. “I’m here even if…”
“I know. I know. I’m so bad at this.” 
“I promise, I’m worse.” Chloe sighs. “I haven’t been honest with you either. I thought I was being super obvious about it, but you seriously are really hard to get through to.” 
Instead of a quip or sarcastic response, Beca, for her part, takes Chloe’s hand and slowly tangles their fingers together. 
“I…” Chloe takes a deep breath, letting her eyes adjust and focus on their intertwined fingers. “I like you. I’ve been trying to tell you for years.” 
Beca says nothing for the moment, but both of them are content to let the crackle of the fire and ambient noise from the trees around them fill the space.
“Please say something.” 
Beca’s initial response is to laugh. She laughs and squeezes Chloe’s hand.
Chloe stares at her in bewilderment but waits nonetheless. She hates her traitorous heart for doing so, but it all but thuds out of her chest as she takes in how beautiful Beca looks then. 
“I’m sorry,” Beca apologizes once her giggles subside. Still not letting go of Chloe’s hand, she shifts her body so their legs touch more fully. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh, but this is what I mean when I say I’m so bad at all of this.” 
“What do you mean?” 
“Just that…God. Chloe. I like you too. I’m just really terrible at showing it and I was so scared you wouldn’t like me back. I broke up with Jesse because he moved, yes, but also…” Her eyes drift away, first to the ground, then back up to somewhere around the center of Chloe’s face. It takes Chloe two seconds to realize that Beca is very obviously staring at her mouth. 
“Oh,” Chloe murmurs. “But you…always knew I liked girls and you never…”
“I never thought you liked me,” Beca explains.
“Why not?” Chloe asks, genuinely stunned.
Beca adopts a look of surprise at the question. “Well, I guess. I don’t know. I just��”
Neither Beca nor Chloe will ever know why Beca had been so surprised at the thought of Chloe liking her in a more-than-platonic way because Chloe decides then that what she really wants to know is what Beca’s lips feel like on hers. So she does just that, finally fulfilling years of curiosity. Beca doesn’t hesitate, lifting a hand to curl into Chloe’s hair to hold her in place.
Chloe never has to wonder again.
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l82theparty · 2 years ago
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door 2a: as soon as possible
Chapter 6: meetings.
Stacie gets the ball rolling to stay in Atlanta, but Aubrey learns just what the Bellas are up against despite winning worlds.  https://archiveofourown.org/works/44015467/chapters/112012897
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godzillachloe · 10 months ago
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Merry Pitchmas @psychoteacher90!
Chloe's Secret Santa
Chloe starts receiving gifts from a secret Santa and Beca isn't sure how to feel about it as she slowly becomes more jealous of Chloe's new suitor.
This fic is Pitch Perfect 2 AU. Assume everything in PP1 and PP2 has already happened except graduation and Worlds. I know PP2 is technically supposed to take place over an entire year but in my head cannon the majority of the events happen in the first few months of their senior year.
Lots of Nostalgia in this for the first 2 Pitch perfect movies. So it may not feel too Christmassy
Special thanks to @143bc for helping with the idea for this story.
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zehub · 2 years ago
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Photovoltaïque : sélection de 66 projets pour l'appel d'offres réservé au solaire innovant
Le ministère de la Transition écologique vient de sélectionner 66 nouveaux projets photovoltaïques dans le cadre de l'appel d'offres réservé au solaire innovant (PP2). Pour la première période de cet appel d'offres désormais pluriannuel, un total d
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Suddenly I See (fic pending)
Beca is trying desperately to find her original sound after the music producer she’s interning for gives her second chance to prove she’s more than just a mash-up girl. It’s whilst she’s trying to write a song that she realises two very important things: the Barden Bellas are perhaps the most important thing in the world to her, and Chloe is the reason why.
For @green-eyed-weirdo because if you’re going to give me one shot prompts every ten minutes I might as gift them to you and your glorious brain 😂😘
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bobby-lynnes-bra · 4 years ago
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Amy decides to step in and let Chloe know how Beca feels via a super romantic text message and Beca totally isn’t mad about it.
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cruelgabby · 4 years ago
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chloe is the popular head cheerleader, beca’s the quiet artsy type. who could have guessed this unlikely pair would end up falling in love?
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fandom-hell-yeah · 4 years ago
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we just work together chapter 7
Chapter 7 is finally up!! Let me know what you guys think and what you wanna see in the future!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23211649/chapters/60197587
“Are you- are you giggling at me?” Stacie asked incredulously.
“No!”
Stacie crossed her arms, “You are a terrible liar.”
“I’m sorry, you were just being overly dramatic!” the blonde stated.
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nocteverbascio · 5 years ago
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staubrey + 63. “Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house.”
When Aubrey gets home she swears she could scream and she nearly does as soon as she gets inside of the door. She just drops her briefcase, toes off her heels, and hangs her coat before burying her face into her coat and screaming as loud as she can.
“I thought I heard you.”
This time Aubrey screams at Stacie’s sudden appearance. And Stacie laughs in response.
“You can’t do that to a girl, Stace!” Aubrey chastises before making her way over. “You could’ve given me a heart attack.”
“Well, sorry, I was just in the kitchen eating dinner,” Stacie playfully responds as she holds out a glass of whiskey for Aubrey. 
“I suppose I can forgive you,” Aubrey says as she takes the glass and swallows its content in one breath. She hisses as it burns down her throat. “How’d you know I needed that?”
“Between the door slamming and screaming into your coat, I don’t know what could’ve given it away.” Stacie wiggles her eyebrows as she takes back the glass to refill it.
Aubrey groans as she slips herself into one of the stools and watches as Stacie pours her another glass. If she weren’t so exhausted and frustrated, she could really appreciate watching her roommate in nothing but shorts and a racer back tank top pouring her a drink. She takes in Stacie’s messy ponytail and dark rimmed glasses and thanks god she’s home to see her.
“Want to talk about it?” Stacie offers the glass out to Aubrey.
Aubrey shakes her head with a wry laugh. She doesn’t even want to talk about it. “What do I owe you bartender?” She takes the drink and sips it slowly this time.
Stacie reaches out and tucks a stray hair behind Aubrey’s ear. Aubrey nearly sighs into the touch, but clutches the glass in her hand against her chest. “Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house.” She smiles at Aubrey before turning back to open the fridge. “You want me to heat you up something?” she asks over her shoulder as she bends over to the lower levels.
Aubrey swallows thickly because now she’s just sexually frustrated. 
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aubrey-plaza · 5 years ago
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👀
Aubrey Posen, 6:55 PM:if I’d known you were all talk, I wouldn’t have put in the extra effort to be early today
Stacie Conrad, 6:55 PM:as if you weren’t gonna be early regardless
Aubrey Posen, 6:56 PM:I wouldn’t have put in the effort to look nice, then.
Stacie Conrad, 6:56 PM:oh, consider your effort appreciated
Aubrey Posen, 6:57 PM:How can you appreciate it if you’re not here?
Stacie Conrad, 6:58 PM:I’m definitely gonna appreciate those shorts when you’re running up the bleachers in front of me
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send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of writing that i never got around to finishing last year
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beca-mitchell · 1 year ago
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That was a nail biter! Do you have anything in mind for the fic you're going to write us?
So I've been working on a PP2 au which is kind of long and I don't think it's worth the wait (maybe for another round). I had a couple one-shot ideas floating around - I guess, would people be more interested in fluff or angst?
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prettylittlesestras · 5 years ago
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okay so i have finally posted chapter 2 of this fic and i love this universe so much :’)
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yellowposies · 6 years ago
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bechloe au
beca mitchell is a world famous music producer/musician. after the father of her daughter passes away, beca seeks a professional babysitter to help her tackle the workload she’s dealing with. that’s where she meets chloe beale. part 1/?
part two
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wearebadcode · 6 years ago
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‘What lies ahead’
An Apocalypse!AU one-shot inspired by Frank Turner’s ‘Brave face’ and ‘21st century survival blues’ songs. I might expand it at some point -prequel(s) inclusive 😊 Hope you like it!
Oh. If you wanna expand this into a vivid whole experience, you might wanna go to @icarli profile to check this AU aesthetic. It’s awesome!
Autumn had already set in. The always colorful Atlanta was now painted in a bright yellow, orange, red and brown chromatic color scheme. The fall sunlight reflected over the bright woody colors, filling the air with some kind of orange, red sky lights. Soaking in Atlanta's fall colors by walking through the streets of the wooded city was quite an experience. Streets were flooded with trees leaves and roads got foggy as temperature plummeted.
But it was on that autumn when the spooky atmosphere vibe was spookier than ever. The spookiest Chloe remembered since the outbreak.
The city, the state, and supposedly the whole country -maybe the whole world by now- collapsed to their core when this weird and contagious epidemic virus began spreading. The virus was lethal and its consequences, ruthless and savage. Fever, followed by delirium, was the first symptom for the virus to appear. Then and once the blood and internal tissue got infected, the quick and aggressive degradation process of the body began. Rotting was what awaited the bodies in the virus' final stage. Dead tissue. Body decomposition. Death. But a living one, quite paradoxically -which was even worse than death itself.
The first corpse Chloe ever saw was a year and a half ago, on the Atlanta tv news, at their home at Barden campus. When it all began. When they were all still together. When all of them were alive.
But that was then. This was now. What was left of them. Their now. A savage world that became a constant and raw reminder of the things they had to left behind, the family who was no longer by their side. A world in which they had to keep living, reminding and honoring the(ir) fallen ones. That was their ultimate goal: survival.
It was early morning now, the sun was rising. Chloe was sitting on a roof of a house in the middle of nowhere -fog and trees surrounding it. She was now focusing on some corpses who were sleep-walking here and there. The sounds those things made were disgusting -guttural, throaty; as if something inside of what was left of the corpses' vocal chords had ripped. The smell was indescribable.
Chloe, then, heard a sound behind her -she had always her guard up due to the nature of the actual world. The redhead turned her head then her body, prepared to drive her waist-knife into whatever creature. But she recoiled as soon as she saw a familiar figure approaching towards her.
"Hey, sleepyhead" Chloe said, smiling. "I didn't wanna wake you up, so I figured-"
"-you'd be up here by yourself, yeah. I figure that out, too" Beca said softly as she smiled and placed a kiss on Chloe's forehead, before she sat down by the redhead's side. "Couldn't sleep?".
"Not really" Chloe whispered as she placed her head over Beca's left shoulder. "I keep having nightmares now and then. It's been such a rough month...".
October began just like every month. They weren't all alive, they're fewer then -but they're still six of them left alive: Stacie, Flo, Emily, Aubrey, Beca and Chloe. Things were quiet for a while, but they eventually lost Flo and Stacie, who got bitten. A herd of corpses surprised the two women when they're scavenging a few miles away from the house they all were set. 
Flo was caught by the herd. Stacie was close -she got bitten trying to get Flo out, but she couldn't do anything. So the tall one ran out instead and eventually made it to the house. By the end of the month, only four of them were still alive -they had to put Flo out of her misery, rejecting the idea of seeing her friend turn; and Stacie pretty much rejected that idea too when she asked their friends to end her due to her fatal infection. Emily, Aubrey, Beca and Chloe were the only Bellas left alive.
"I've always hated October, but dude... This one's been by far the most hateful... Oh, I brought this in case you were wanting to cup under it?" Beca asked, as she began unfurling a blanket.
"Mmm" Chloe nodded in response. Once they were covered by the blanket, both women looked at each other and shared a smile.
"It only takes me a couple of seconds to forget all of this apocalypse situation by looking into these bright blue eyes of yours, you know that?" Beca said, smiling broadly at Chloe, who was doing the same. The redhead's response came as a kiss on her best friend's lips, who brought her left arm around Chloe's shoulders to brought her closer.
"Yeah, this apocalypse totes sucks" said Chloe, as soon as their kiss broke. Both women rested their foreheads against each other's for a while.
"Come here" Beca whispered tenderly, leaning Chloe towards her; who resumed her position and placed her head back over Beca's left shoulder -the redhead's right arm around the brunette's waist.
"Look at these things... Rotten inside and out... Who would ever want to live like that?" Chloe asked, rhetorically, after a minutes of silence.
"I know. I still have their faces on my mind... I-I just can't un-picture them. It isn't fair that some of us get to live and some of us have to live like... that..." Beca said, pointing to the sleepy-walking corpses. "It isn't fair that we have to keep watching our friends die and then kill them by droving something into their brains, and keep seeing their rotten faces, and keep dreaming about it... It's-"
"-exhaustingly raw, I know. But none of this is fair. It's not fair we have to keep living like this. As if none of us had these tremendous burdens to bear, such as knowing only two of our friends are left alive... Nothing of this is fair at all. To none of us".
"Dude, how did we get used to all of this? Losing friends, losing a part of ourselves every time we had to watch them die... I've never been the crying type, but I feel like I got no tears left to cry. It's... weird".
"I was thinking about that just when you came up here... I guess it's due to how things are now. This world... Everything's rotten, everything's... There's no hope left. We can't think about anything nice nor nicer, because-"
"-nothing is" Beca mumbled with a shadow in her voice.
"Every day is a repetition of yesterday. We keep circling around. On an endless loop. But hey, we gotta keep trying, Bec".
"Keep moving, keep surviving. Yeah, I know the deal. It's just difficult".
"We're gonna stand up at some point, you'll see. We got Emily and Aubrey. And... we got us" Chloe said, as she squeezed Beca by her waist.
"What I see is how this shitty apocalypse is making you braver, tougher and stronger" now was Beca the one who squeezed Chloe's shoulders.
"Oh, but someone had already taught me how to be that strong through the years..." Chloe winked while looking into Beca's eyes.
"You mean Aubrey?".
"Oh, totes!" Chloe joked, and she and Beca chuckled -they'd been keep treasuring these rare, unique and intimate moments for themselves only; the only thing it keep them from falling apart with the world. Then, both women leant into each other and shared a soft, intimate kiss. Once the kiss came to a natural end, they both stared deeply at each other's eyes -getting lost into them, smiling broadly to one another.
"I'd have fallen apart months ago if we weren't... You know..." Beca then whispered.
"I also thought about that, you know? When you found me here I was just thinking about the things we all lost, but also... This had me thinking about the things we have now. Our now. Us. I mean, it probably is the highest price to pay for us to finally be together but I-I'm happy?".
"I'm happy too, Chlo -if we are even allowed to say that... Good thing we stayed up that night, huh?".
"Definitely. I mean, don't misunderstand me. I'm really happy Aubrey and Emily are here with us, and you know that I'd do anything to bring back all the Bellas that couldn't make it, but the truth is I-I-"
"-just need you" Beca and Chloe both said in unison. They kept smiling as they remained in silence for a while, until Chloe broke the ice.
"You remember what you said to me that night? When we first heard about the outbreak?".
"Every single one of them, but which one are you referring to?".
"The one about everyone's need to have an anchor? Which was pretty cute, honestly".
"Ooh. That one, yeah..." Beca blushed a little.
"You're sooooo cute when you blush. What I meant earlier is you were right. Everyone needs an anchor, especially in a post-apocalyptic shitty world. I know that now, 'cause I also know I'd rather turn into one of those things than be alone out here. Without you".
"Aw, Chlo. Be careful, 'cause if my heart explodes I'll be the one who turns into one of those things...".
"Oh, shut up".
"You're right, though. No one who's alone in this would ever survive, because what's the point in surviving if you're just surviving alone. Right?".
Beca and Chloe, then, hugged one another and resumed their positions so they were all cuddled up under the blanket, holding one another into the cold autumn morning while the sun was setting. They faced the horizon ahead of them, looking through the city they once considered their home. Looking at the unknown that lied ahead and beyond -hoping for a new normal; wishing, maybe, for some kind of a new hope.
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wizqrds · 7 years ago
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Bechloe story - Part one
Beca and Chloe are moving to different places after graduating, both without the other one knowing about their feelings. The main idea of this story was actually based on songs which I thought kinda fit this so I recommend listening to them while reading.
I miss you - Clean Bandit ft. Julia Michaels
Beca accelerated her steps the thin straps of her backpack cutting into her shoulders as she squeezed herself into the narrow walk of the aeroplane. A chatter of happy voices fulfilled the vehicle, a chatter that she was unable to endure. The brunette plumped down on her seat hardly ever taking note of the other passengers sat next to her as she pulled out her phone. It had been only half an hour since they had parted. But it was already unbearable for Beca. Leaving Chloe had felt as if someone was lacing up her chest, as if she couldn't breathe anymore. And Chloe still didn't know. Because Beca was such a coward.
The girl clenched her fist tightly taking a deep breath while trying to oppress her tears. Tears that she had been holding back since the day the Bellas had graduated, since she hadn't been able to oust the thought of leaving Chloe anymore because she had been running out of time. Nearly five years she'd spent with the redhead and since nearly five years she had been in love with said redhead. But, of course, she hadn't told Chloe. She had wanted to, really. But her fear of being rejected, of Chloe not reciprocating her love, of destroying their friendship, the most valuable thing in Beca's whole life, had been too big. It felt as if this fear was swallowing her, sucking all the light out of her body because she wouldn't survive loosing Chloe. But she had to.
It gave her goosebumps when Chloe only gave her a light hug and it scared Beca. She didn't want to want that. She didn't want to want her. The brunette had tried to not let her walls cave in whenever she was around but had finally given in. She loved just everything about the ginger and she could no longer deny it. And now she couldn't stand imagining Chloe, her Chloe, with other people, not knowing wether she liked them more than her and being unable to be with Chloe while these people were. She couldn't endure the thought of Chloe touching another person. Of finding a boyfriend. Not that she didn't want Chloe to be happy but just the thought of the redhead giving all that attention and affection Beca had received from her over the years to another person was killing her.
The woman felt a tear slowly making her way down her cheek but wiped it aside firmly. She had to forget Chloe because hearing her voice, listening to the memories and stories Chloe would develop with other people while their friendship would slowly fade away would kill her. Maybe, when cutting Chloe off for some time, Beca would get accustomed to living without her best friend, maybe her feelings for Chloe would die away. But maybe not.
So Far Away - Martin Garrix & David Guetta
Chloe didn't know what had happened, couldn't understand why it had happened. But Beca had cut her off, from one day to another the brunette hadn't texted her anymore, not a single word, hadn't called her anymore. A few weeks had gone by now, nearly a month since the two best friends had seen each other lastly. Well, the two former best friends.
Chloe swallowed and squeezed her eyes shut when she thought about the other girl. She hadn't even really said goodbye, caused by the flight she had to catch to reach Atlanta on time. It had been a tight hug that she had given Beca, she had felt her heart beating against her chest, had felt her hair on her cheek and had tried to suppress the tears but hadn't had any success. And then the voice of a stewardess announcing Chloe's flight had parted the two girls gruffly, and Chloe had desperately pressed her hand into the other girl's, trying to delay the moment of their final seperation.
In that moment she'd wanted to tell Beca everything, how she felt about the woman, that she had fallen for her ages ago, that she adored her more than anything, more than anyone else; she had wanted to tell her that she was in love with her so desperately that it hurt, but instead she had swallowed all the words and had left. Through the haze she'd heard some scratched words stumbling out of Beca's mouth, but the redhead hadn't managed to turn around once again. She wouldn't have stood the sight of the girl she loved while leaving her. Without her knowing, even. And then, still with hot tears running down her cheeks, she had got into the plane. And now she was here. Without her.
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elizabethsaige · 7 years ago
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Okay so I really want someone to write these Bechloe one shots/au’s for me
And if I had a shred of talent in writing, I’d do it myself, but I don’t, so therefore, I have some prompts that me and my friend Laila want written, and if you want to write any of these for us, you’d be my absolute favorite person!
Prompts:
-Bechloe and their Aca-Child Emily being domestic and shit and really lovey toward Emily bc that is my faveee (also, if you’d like to write maybe like a whole series, I’d really appreciate it, pls and thanks :))
-Person A is having a really awful breakup and Person B is there to cheer them up and help them through it
-Person A realllllllyyyy wants a dog or cat but Person B doesn’t so Person A has to convince Person B to get one
-Person A is VERY scared of horror movies but Person B forces them to watch one, but doesn’t realize how much they are scared of them
-Tickle fight!
-Staying in bed all day just cuddling and hanging out and talking about their childhoods and things they love and just really deep shit like that
There's more, but I lost my list, so when I find it, I’ll add, but if you wanna write any of these for me, I’d greatly appreciate it :) 
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