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betterto-burnout · 2 years
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massivedrickhead · 2 years
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the night belongs to them (20/20): epilogue
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Notes: Well, this is it! The final chapter of ‘The Night Belongs to Them’.
I wanna thank everyone who has commented, and reblogged my chapters on tumblr.
Compared to my other multi chapter fics, this one hasn’t gotten a lot of love or attention, but I’m still super proud of it. I never thought I’d be able to write a horror story, and even after I started this one I never thought I’d finish it. So I’m proud of myself for that.
I also wanna send an extra little thanks to @beca-mitchell and @justis14. I told my original concept to these two when I was barely a thousand words in, and having them react with enthusiasm and encouragement and excitement, really helped push me to carry on.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it 💖
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acca-dork · 2 years
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Chapter One: Les Escorches
Pitch Perfect Horror Week Day One - Cults
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snowonebutyou · 3 years
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6, 10 & 23 please and thank you
6. list your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.
grey's anatomy: calzona
rizzoli and isles: rizzles (duh)
pitch perfect: bechloe
mcu: scarlet widow (wouldn't call them my otp but i am writing for them so they definitely get me all up in my feelings)
10.  is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?
i still read fics for calzona and rizzles (more like go back to fics i've loved) but i don't write for them anymore (i didn't do much to begin with tbh)
23. name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.
(there are a bunch of them, but i'll try and select a few)
I’ll Be There For You (When The Rain Starts To Pour) - my friends AU!! it allowed me to pay an homage to one of my favorite tv shows of all times whilst still playing with pp characters in a way that was really fun and liberating
love will save your soul (of feeling so alone and growing old) - i had the idea for such a long time, had several tumblr posts saved for reference but never really gotten around to finishing it until this year, so it's a soft mix and match of my current writing with my 2018 years and it's honestly one of my best works
when my heartbeat stops, will you stay mine? - i was so inspired to write this it honestly blew me away, i am so so proud of this one because it elicits in me the exact feels i want it to elicit in other people
you don't know how lovely you are - this wasn't supposed to exist and YET lmao i honestly loved it how these nerds just took me by the hand and told me -- we got this. write us.
Don't Leave Me Out Here Dancing Alone - it's based on a spooky story my dad used to tell me and i love that the most about this story
fanfiction questions
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unholyhelbig · 4 years
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Werewolf Bechloe Prompt: Beca is away for the weekend to visit friends and/or family. One late night, Beca wakes up to a noise outside her window and finds a wolf looking straight at her.
A/N: So… It’s been over a year since I’ve updated this AU. This prompt has been in my inbox for close to two. But since it’s almost spooky season, I figured I’d give it another shot! 
Read the full Series here | Request Prompts here 
“It’s a full moon tonight, isn’t it Beca?” the question was innocent enough, wavered out and drawn between breaths. It took her great grandmother a lot to stir from her placid spot at the head of the table. That was her seat- had been since Beca was a young girl. She didn’t’ know if it had to do with age or if her grandmother would take over the place had she still been alive.
The sound of scraping forks picking up the last of watery gravy seemed to halt at the raspy voice. Her aunt Chrissy stopped tearing a doughy roll in half and her Uncle Roth kept the spoon halfway to the green beans, steaming and stinking. Beca herself stopped mid-chew and glanced at the older woman. Mute and quiet for as long as she could remember.
Her father nudged her shoulder like he was the first one to snap out of the trance. He raised his studious eyebrows and the whole family seemed to wait for an explanation. The potatoes and the roast and that awfully rancid gravy was left untouched in the historic-looking dining room. “Uh, I… I think it is, yes.”  
She nodded her shaking head and dug the prongs of her fork back into the garlic mashed potatoes before the room decided to pick up again. The conversation easy for family catching up after months of exchanging small texts or liking photo’s on Facebook. Beca fell into silence herself, pushing the dry meat around with her fork before zoning out completely.
Beca could stand the normal family interactions after a four-hour drive. She smiled and hugged and laughed when her cousins did. But she kept to herself, silently collecting the dishes as her father wheeled Grandmother May into the living room. She washed said dishes and let her hands grasp blindly through the hot water and bubbles before she ran a sponge over the unfinished meals.
“I haven’t heard her speak in years.”
The youngest of the family startled against the words of her older cousin. Josie was a tall and lanky woman with deep golden hair, a stark difference from the rest of the family with their stocky dispositions and deep midnight eyes. Hers were green, green, and cat-like. The black sheep of the family who still moved to Hollywood to set up lights on big-time movie sets. She and Beca had a lot in common; they spoke like equals.
Josie picked up a dishrag and moved to grab a rinsed plate “Mind if I help?”
“Hm, I was wondering if I was going to have to pick up all the slack myself,” Beca smirked, dunking another dish. “It’s weird though, the question about the full moon.”
Her Great Grandmother was right, however. The moon hung in the sky as if it were balancing from a velvet string. It illuminated the backyard, a little neon square blocked by their shadows cast against the grass. When Beca was younger she was always afraid an unearthed corpse from the cemetery up the road would make misty eye contact with her through the pane. She would cry when she had to do the dishes.
“She’s an old lady, I’m surprised she can follow the day of the week much less the lunar cycle.”
“Right,” Beca chuckled. She shut off the water and snatched a clean towel from the counter before drying her hands of the hot water. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her voice. Maybe in tapes but it’s kind of unsettling you know? That she chose now, on our billionth family reunion to finally speak. And to me of all people.”
“Maybe you’re the favorite. Or maybe Great Grandma May is a shapeshifter bent on turning the whole family into wolves one by one-“Josie leaned close, her breath smelling of the strawberry candies that were kept on the front table. “Starting with you.”
Beca narrowed her eyes and mulled it over for a moment. “You’re a freak, you know that right?”
“You and me both, Bec’s.”
Beca hated to admit it, But Josie’s words clung to her like a tick on a deer. Not noticeable at first, not while they finished up the dishes and joked sparingly about the way their family would carry on for hours until their eyes grew heavy.
It wasn’t until she was balancing on the edge of a blow-up mattress with her aunt who snored, that she really gave the statement a once over. Her fingers traced absently at the scars against her arms from two months earlier. Still healing and red with irritation.
She stared at the ceiling, listening to the humidifier situated in the corner of the room. She tried to count the flowers that were plastered against the wall sometime in the late seventies. Shapeshifters. Ridiculous.
Beca had started to dose off, her breathing getting slow and her fingers curled into the t-shirt she wore. Eventually, she started to feel her body grow heavy. Her father used to tell her if she pretended to sleep, it wouldn’t be long until she actually drifted into unconsciousness.
Then there was a creak, an old floorboard in the hallway of the old ranch house. Her eyes show open and her heart pressed against the inside of her wrist. The blow-up mattress was starting to deflate and it crunched under her weight as she lifted herself up on her elbow.  
It was an old house, she told herself diligently, old houses made noises that were out of her control. The pipes would groan and the backup generator in the shed still sputtered black smoke even when it was idle- but wait- there it was again.
She blinked slowly and decided to rise to her feet as silently as possible to not disturb the other people in the room. The door hinges hissed and she hit the wrong floorboard that had settled in the first place.
Beca made it to the kitchen and grabbed a mug with a rooster on the side, filling it up with room temperature water. She gulped it down easily, reaching once more for the faucet- when she saw eyes.
Beca had been used to staring at her own reflection I the path of the full moon. It was pale and ghostly against the window-pane. She never looked for too long, never gazed where she wasn’t meant to. Everything that the pale moonlight touched didn’t seem tangible; it wasn’t of this world. The grass looked blue and the sky looked darker against the moon.
But those eyes, those orange eyes that nearly looked crimson, stared unwaveringly at her. Her fingers itched at the scars against her arms. They had mostly healed but they ached now. They burned and she scratched like it was a discomfort instead of an unpleasant memory.
Dogs didn’t scare her, and she wasn’t sure if she would admit it if they did. These eyes looked otherworldly. Another thing that was claimed by the moonlight. Even still, she set the mug down on the counter and leaned forward. She could feel the cold seeping through the glass. The creature blinked.
“I loved one once too.”
Beca felt her heart jump into her throat. If she was still holding the tacky glass it would have shattered against the floor into a million pieces, slicing into the bottoms of her feet. She turned abruptly, her back to the sink and to the wild animal that watched her like a vice.
Her great grandmother had wheeled herself into the kitchen. A blanket was draped over her legs, dragging on the floor. Her hands gripped the wheels and her ghostly grey eyes blinked at the glass patio doors. Beca was frozen in fear and curiosity. May’s stare focused on her in a matter of seconds- the only fast-moving thing about the woman.
“What?” Beca croaked out.
“I met him in the late ’30s.” She continued, ignoring Beca’s protests “he worked in a malt shop down by the coast in Maine. My parents used to vacation there for the month of June and the year I graduated high school was my last going. He was… beautiful.”
Beca nodded, and more than anything, she listened. She had seen pictures of her Grandmother May and her daughter after that. Her own mother was practically a spitting image of them both. She could almost imagine the choppy waves and the cold sand that wasn’t meant to be fully enjoyed.
“I knew from the start that he wasn’t human. His mannerisms, his strength, his possessiveness. There was something deep and wild against him but none of that mattered. I had never fallen in love so hard and so fast in my life.”
She swallowed “How did you know?”
“That I was in love or that he wasn’t like us?”
“Both, I suppose.”
Her Great Grandmother smiled sweetly, her stare returning to the moon-soaked yard. Beca knew the eyes were gone and the creature who gazed upon them had slinked back into the woods at the edge of the property. “He smelled like the forest.” She whispered.
They stood in a stifled quiet for what seemed like a long time before the same floorboards that gave her away in the first place creaked once more. Josie had stirred, seeing that she was missing. She flicked on the hall light and the dull yellow glow made Beca flinch.
“Jesus, what are you two doing out here?” She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand “it’s nearly three am.”
Witching hour- Beca decided with a shrug as Josie grasped onto the padded handles of their grandmother’s wheelchair. May had gone back to her mute staring and her cousin shot her an odd look before speaking softly to the older woman, directing her back towards her room at the end of the hall.
Beca turned back towards the sink, placing the mug in the metal basin. She stared towards the forest, but it was no use, the hall light washed everything away. Even if the creature had returned, she wouldn’t know, and part of her didn’t want to.
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beca-mitchell · 4 years
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Since you are on a fic rec high and you have good taste -- any good AUs?
oof, that’s a really good inquiry bc there are so many different kinds of AUs here—are you looking for simple canon divergence, or are you looking for different-first-meeting AU, or perhaps a high school AU? Zombie AU? Again, different people consider “AUs” to be a variety of thing, so I tried to think of some good ones that I’ve read recently or that I’ve read repeatedly.
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reality is a sliding door
by @piratekane​ (7,929 words)
Summary: There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities.
Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.
In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.
In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.
Additional notes: one of my all-time faves…such a classique AU concept and so well done.
This is Not a Kia Commercial (But It Sure Feels Like It)
by @emilyjunk (4,090 words)
Summary: Beca signs up as to be a test subject for an experiment so she can make some extra money. There is an accident and her consciousness is temporarily switched with a hamster. Now Chloe has to look after Becahamster for three days while the machine is prepared. 
Additional notes: I have no words. Just read this.
Maybe In Another Life
by @not-so-average-fangirl (40,181 words, good for spooky szn)
Summary: Moving into a new house turns out to be a better experience for Chloe Beale than she thought it would. Perhaps it’s because of the friendly, little brunette she finds hiding in the basement one night. An unforeseen friendship sparks between them, but as more complicated emotions begin to arise, a shocking truth is revealed, and Chloe’s world gets turned upside down.
In My Blood
by @starlightscape​ (207,241 words, 13 chapters, incomplete, RP-style)
Summary: Bechloe // Zombie Apocalypse AU — In the summer of 2007, an outbreak of a mutated fungus ravaged the United States, transforming its human hosts into aggressive, sound-sensitive creatures known as clickers. Five years into the zombie apocalypse, Chloe Beale, a medic-in-training from the Barden settlement, has a chance run-in with nomadic weapons expert Beca Mitchell and her companions.
Additional notes: one of the most detailed zombie aus I’ve ever read, honestly.
Volutus
by Care (1,652 words, Rated M)
Summary: Around and around and around. An immortality/reincarnation AU.
the timing is right, the stars are aligned
by @chloebeale​ (6,589 words, immortality/reincarnation)
Summary: You’d think being immortal would be fun. The living forever part. That sounds fun. The everybody else dying in front of your eyes part? That’s not so fun.
love tastes like spring and blood
by @pan-de-queer​ (15,713 words, soulmate au—the one about the flowers)
Summary: The Bella captain was curled up against her co-captain, eyes on her dimmed phone instead of the television screen. Slim, tan fingers combed gently through her hair as Chloe’s focus stayed glued to the film and it felt much like any other movie night in the Bella house.
And then Emily yelled.“Hanahaki!”
Beca tensed at the word as Amy yawned a half-hearted, “Gesundheit, Legacy.”
Or: Beca’s dying and she’s not being dramatic, Chloe is confused, and lots of flower language is used.
Do Not Remove Cover
by @perpetuallyfive​ (23,564 words, 6 chapters + there are sequels, marvel AU)
Summary: A timeline of Beca Stark’s malfunctioning heart. Manufacturer’s warranty not guaranteed past ten years.
Additional notes: very Beca-centric, but a really good character study of Beca as Tony Stark’s kid.
The Bridge 
by @suituuup​ and @starlightscape​ (55,847 words, RP style, different first meeting, unplanned pregnancy)
Summary: “In popular music, the bridge is a device used to break up the repetitive pattern of the song; it’s where words and music change.”
In the bustling borough of Brooklyn, Beca’s a struggling musician working as a waitress to make ends meet. At an open mic night, she meets Chloe–a successful local photographer–and sparks fly. As they grow close, Beca learns she left a one night stand the night before she met Chloe with much more than she bargained for…
life during wartime
by @cleareyesfullbeers​ (4,793 words, 2 fics, Edge of Tomorrow AU)
Summary: Beca figures out how to save the world, told in two parts.
Head-First
by @aliciameade​ (25,585 words, 4 chapters, Rated M/E)
Summary: They’re lifeguards.
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enjoy! there were a few more fics that i thought about adding…but maybe that’s a fic rec for another time :)
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massivedrickhead · 2 years
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the night belongs to them (15/20)
Words: 2747
Notes: Thank you all for being patient with me while I was taking a break, and for waiting today 💖
Trigger warnings for this chapter may contain spoilers, so if you want to avoid that, skip ahead.
Trigger warnings: car accident, fire, burns, choking, blood, injury detail
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massivedrickhead · 2 years
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the night belongs to them (16/20)
Words: 2461
Notes: Thank you to everyone who has commented on AO3 and reblogged on here :) We’re gonna jump back in time a bit for this chapter, but I promise the next chapter will resolve that cliffhanger 🙈😂
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massivedrickhead · 2 years
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the night belongs to them (19/20)
Words: 2277
Notes: I can’t believe we made it to the penultimate chapter! The next one is the epilogue and that will get posted on Monday. Thank you to everyone who has commented and reblogged so far 💖
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massivedrickhead · 2 years
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the night belongs to them (12/20)
Words: 2304
Trigger warning: someone gets another nosebleed 👀😅
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massivedrickhead · 2 years
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the night belongs to them (13/20)
Words: 2541
Notes: So I worked out my upload schedule wrong. The next chapter after today is meant to be uploaded on Tuesday, but I’m going away on Tuesday so I won’t be able to post. So what I’m going to do is upload chapter 14 tomorrow (Monday) and then chapter 15 on Friday which is when I get back. Hope that’s okay with everyone 💖
Back to chapter 13, this might be one of the chapters I’m most excited and nervous about. I hope you all like it!
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massivedrickhead · 2 years
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the night belongs to them (8/20)
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massivedrickhead · 2 years
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the night belongs to them (11/20)
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massivedrickhead · 2 years
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the night belongs to them (10/20)
Words: 3336
Notes: We’re at the half way point!! I wanna say a big thank you to everyone who’s commented and a big thank you to everyone who has reblogged my chapters on tumblr 💖
Trigger warning: more nosebleeds
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massivedrickhead · 2 years
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the night belongs to them (5/20)
Words: 2321
Notes: Thanks to everyone who has reblogged so far, it really is the best way to let me know you like what I’ve done
Trigger warning(s): scars are mentioned
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massivedrickhead · 2 years
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the night belongs to them (14/20)
Words: 2650
Notes: Thanks to everyone who commented on the last chapter and who reblogged it on tumblr.
Just as a reminder, I won’t be posting chapter 15 until Friday, so I hope you all aren’t too mad at me 😬
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