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Just The Way You Are by Mitchell-Beale 4 Life (MitchellBeale4Life) for rookiereign
Fandoms: Pitch Perfect (Movies)
29 Jun 2026
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One more for Pride.
Yesterday was Pride Parade where I live.
A day full of love, laughter, family (found and biological), being open and honouring yourself.
So here's a story with rainbows, music, and two idiots in love making the big leap.
Until next year.
Love is Love. Always.
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30 Jun 2026
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Six months after the breakup, Beca finally admits something to herself. New York City is too big to be lonely in.
Her apartment is small—barely big enough for the keyboard shoved against the wall and the stack of production equipment she insisted on bringing with her—but the city outside feels infinite. Sirens, late-night pizza places, music leaking out of basement venues at two in the morning.
There are eight million people here.
Statistically speaking, at least a few of them should want to make out with her. Which is why Beca Mitchell is currently lying on her couch, staring at her phone, trying to convince herself to finish setting up a dating profile on an app she downloaded twenty minutes ago. It’s…not Tinder. Not exactly.
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25 May 2026
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Friction generates heat.
Too much friction ignites a fire.
Beca and Chloe make this discovery quite by accident one night.
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17 May 2026
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It's not complicated at all.
People kiss their friends all of the time, it doesn’t have to mean anything. So what does it matter if it’s the only thing Chloe can think about? If all she wants is to figure out how exactly she can get her lips back on Beca’s as soon as humanly possible? That doesn’t mean anything.
It’s simple, really.
It’s extremely uncomplicated.
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21 Apr 2026
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Chloe had always been good at beginnings.
Not the dramatic kind—the quiet ones. The kind where you pack your life into three suitcases, hug your friends a little too long, and tell yourself you’re ready even if your chest feels tight the entire flight.
New York was supposed to be the start of everything.
She arrived in late August, when the city still clung to heat like it had something to prove. The air felt thick, loud, alive in a way that made her feel both electric and completely insignificant. She loved it instantly.
That part was easy. What wasn’t easy was everything that came after.
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23 Mar 2026