Bechloe Week Day 2: Sick

Here’s my oneshot for @bechloe-week day 2!
Slightly gross. Slightly autobiographical. Still *sickeningly* sweet. (At least, in my opinion. Lol)

The music thumped through her body in a consistent tempo. Usually, whenever she was nervous, she’d listen to a beat-heavy song, and her heart would beat in-time with the music, calming her nerves. This time was different. She’d been anxious all day, too on-edge to eat, sleep, even mix. No, not because it was her first college party, but because she might finally have a proper conversation with that redhead who barged into her shower and forced her to audition for the Bellas, into which she was just initiated.

“Chloe,” she uttered to herself.

“No. Jesse. Are you drunk already? Can’t see straight?” a random voice replied.

Beca snorted at that. “Seems I’m not doing anything straight nowadays.”


“Nothing. Um, no, I’m not drunk. I just got here.”

“Great! I’ll go get you some sustenance, my lady,” and he sauntered off to the drinks table.

“I’m not your lady,” Beca replied to the back of Jesse’s head.

She then saw the redhead heading her way.
‘I’ll be your lady,’ she thought.

“Oh gosh, snap out of it, Mitchell! Don’t be a creep,” Beca reprimanded herself. ‘But who’s the one that barged into your shower? Naked.’

The redhead finally stumbled to Beca, grabbed her hands, and pulled her close. Very close.

‘Oh my gosh, she’s going to kiss me.’

Instead, Chloe stopped a few inches short of Beca’s face, and the younger Bella used all her willpower to keep herself from moving forward a few inches to connect their lips.

“I’m so glad I met you! I think we’re gonna be really fast friends.”

Despite the disappoint at the lack of a kiss, Beca quickly responded with a wink, “Yea, well you saw me naked, so.”

Chloe continued on with her slightly drunken drawl, but all Beca could focus on was the proximity of their bodies. Their faces inches apart, her hands dangerously close to the senior Bella’s crotch, her stare fixated on the redhead’s lips. Sure, she hadn’t had a drop to drink yet, but she definitely felt intoxicated. In a good way, of course.

Before long, she felt Chloe’s hands run up to her shoulders and back to her hands. A shiver ran down the brunette’s spine while Chloe let go and turned to walk away.

“See ya later!”

Beca’s eyes were glued to the redhead’s swaying rear end as Chloe ventured off to find her…jiggle juice??

Jesse returned, handing Beca a red plastic cup. “I hope you like getting screwed!”

Exasperated, Beca exclaimed, “Excuse me??”

“Get it? Get it? Because it’s a screwdriver!”

Beca groaned and proceeded to down her drink instead of responding. The Treble kept talking but was too intoxicated to realize Beca was no longer listening, too busy scanning the crowd for a certain redhead.

As the night went on, Beca trudged over to the makeshift bar, refilling her cup, and continued spying on the social butterfly that was Chloe Beale, speaking to basically every person at the party. The freshman found herself increasingly jealous whenever the senior spoke extensively to yet another stereotypically-hot guy with big arms and a chiseled jawline. The jealousy just made her visits to the bar more frequent, the guzzling of her drink more frantic, and the beating of her heart more sporadic, the pounding in her head more painful.

Beca lost track of how many drinks she’d consumed by the time Chloe made her way back to the freshman.

“Hey, Becs! Enjoying the party??” Chloe asked, gleefully.

“Mhm!” Beca replied, a lazy smile on her face, eyes half-closed, swaying slowly to the music. Chloe swayed along with Beca, faces a few inches apart yet again, though this time, they were standing at the same height. Before she realized what was happening, Beca felt Chloe’s lips on hers, then felt the redhead’s tongue seeking access.

Instead of parting her lips, Beca shoved Chloe’s shoulders, pushing the surprised redhead away, and puked into Chloe’s red plastic cup, a few drops of vomit landing on Chloe’s hands.

A Treble ran over, garbage bag in hand, and Chloe threw out the puke-filled cup, Beca spewing out the last bits of vomit into the bag.

Despite her still-inebriated state, Beca was BEYOND horrified. Expecting Chloe to trudge off in disgust, Beca turned around and ran – well, hobbled was more like it – towards the bathroom. A few steps later, she felt two hands tightly grab her right upper arm.

“Whoa, slow down there, Mitchell.”

Beca, still mortified, did not respond in fear of more projectile vomiting to ensue and allowed Chloe to guide her all the way to the sinks. She gargled a few times, washed her face, and gladly accepted the paper towel Chloe had retrieved for her, after the redhead washed off her own hands.

The brunette just stared at her hands, not wanting to make eye contact with the person she basically just puked on. “Thank you. And, um, so sorry about that…”

“No, I’m sorry for making you sick. No one’s ever complained about my kissing before, but I’d call that response pretty self-explanatory.”

Beca looked up at the mirror to see the redhead with a gentle, expectant smile on her face.

“I’m so sorry, Chlo.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve had plenty experience with friends projectile vomiting. Though it was never right after I kissed them…”

Beca blushed and looked back down at her hands.

“Seriously, Becs, it’s okay!” assured Chloe, “I’m just glad you didn’t puke into my mouth!”

Beca made a disgusted face. “If that happened, I’d never be able to face you again. I’d have run off to LA before sunrise.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t run off *that* quickly. Because I really want to finish what we started,” Chloe hinted, pressing her front into Beca’s back and wrapping her arms around the younger Bella’s torso.

“Jeez, keep it in your pants, Beale! At least let me brush my teeth first!”

And by slightly autobiographical, I mean that I puked into a red solo cup and onto my friend’s hand at a party once. She didn’t get mad either.

I could’ve made this prompt super fluffy, but, apparently, that’s not how I roll.

Anastasia Fancasting

Based on this post, @wosushi a.k.a @seekret-fanfic and I decided that the world needed a live action remake of Anastasia since Hollywood loves a good fairy tale remake.

Anya/Anastasia- We really liked the idea of having a newcomer playing the part, but if we HAD to pick a known name, I put Anna Kendrick in the ring (I also liked Emily Vancamp, but saving her for another fancasting).

Dmitri-This one was pretty easy. We picked Sebastian Stan, because he’s adorable, and he can pull of the ragamuffin look but still clean up nice.

Rasputin-We got kinda deadlocked on this one, so it depends on which way you’d want to go on this one. There’s the great Jeff Goldblum, based on this photo:

BUT…anyone who’s seen Hannibal knows that Mads Mikkelsen makes a great villain, so we thought about that, too.

Vlad-There was some hemming and hawing about this one, and even a suggestion of “let’s just get Kelsey Grammer to do it again,” we decided to go with Alfred Molina.

Sophie- We decided that Sophie had to be light and funny (and really just kind of ridiculous in the best way), so who better than Jennifer Coolidge?

Bartok- I was more than happy to have Hank Azaria voice the little bat again, but then @wosushi mentioned Lin-Manuel Miranda, and I couldn’t let go of it. So much sass.

And last but not least, Julie Andrews as the Dowager Empress, because…Julie Andrews.

Did we miss anyone? Are there any suggestions you guys have?

  • What she says:I'm fine
  • What she thinks:What happened to Cathy at the end of The Last Five Years? I mean Jamie said that he closed the bank account, he left her in an house she couldn't afford, he pushed her to quit her job, she probably had no one in the city and she had no help nor money. What did she do? Did she quit her dreams and went back to her family? Did she find another shitty job in the city? Did she find someone better to love? Did she become an actress?