#bechloe one-shot

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32 for the sleepy prompts please 🥰

32. "Those energy drinks really aren't good for you."

Prompt taken from here

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“Those energy drinks really aren’t good for you.”

Chloe’s voice startled Beca so much that she almost jumped out of her chair.

“Jesus, Chloe,” she said, cleaning up the spilled drops of Red Bull from her desk with a wipe of her sleeve. 

Chloe frowned, arms folded across her chest as she raised her eyebrows at her wife. Beca saw her eyeing the numerous cans on her desk.

“These aren’t all from today,” Beca said, hastily sweeping them into her trashcan. 

“Uh huh,” Chloe said, clearly not believing her. “They really aren’t good for you, Bec.”

Beca frowned and picked up the can, squinting as she tried to read the nutritional information. “They aren’t? I could have sworn these were full of vitamins or something.”

“Don’t be a smartass when I’m mad at you,” Chloe said. 

Beca grinned. “Come on, you can’t stay mad at me.” She took hold of Chloe’s hand and tugged her towards her. “I don’t drink coffee, so this is what I have instead.”

“You’ll be up all night-”

“I won’t,” Beca said, cutting her off. “This stuff doesn’t even really affect me anymore.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better! Your body is so used to all this crap that it’s just built up a tolerance to it!”

“You know, a lot of people in my industry would just smoke crack instead. I think, personally, this is better,” Beca said, trying not to smirk. 

“You’re being an ass,” Chloe said. “Here I am, worried about your health, and you aren’t taking me seriously.”

“I’m sorry,” Beca said, tugging at Chloe’s hand again until she was sat in her lap. “Would it make you feel better if I switched to sugar-free?”

Chloe pulled a face. “It would make me feel better if you switched to water.”

“A surefire way of stopping me from falling asleep at my desk,” Beca said, her voice heavy with sarcasm.

“If you slept properly at night, then you wouldn’t be falling asleep at your desk, and if you weren’t drinking seven cans of Red Bull a day, you’d be sleeping properly at night,” Chloe said. “Please, Bec, I’m being serious. Can you try and cut back?”

“Is it genuinely worrying you that much?” Beca asked. Chloe nodded. “Then I’ll cut back.” She picked up the can on her desk. “My last one until tomorrow, I promise.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. 

“My last one until Friday? Saturday? I can’t have one on Saturday?”

“You aren’t working on Saturday, so you don’t need to stop yourself from falling asleep at your desk,” Chloe said. “Your last one until Monday. Unless you want to put that one in the fridge and you can have it tomorrow?”

Beca pulled a face. “Ew, flat redbull, no thanks.” She took a sip and sighed. “My last until Monday. The things I do for you.” 

“I’m a very lucky woman,” Chloe said, unable to resist an eye-roll. Chloe got off Beca’s lap so she could let her get back to work.

“You’re going to have to deal with me when I get a headache tonight from withdrawal,” Beca said, turning back to her computer. 

“A small price to pay,” Chloe said. 

“I’m going to be a real baby about it!”

“I know you are!”

-

Later that night Chloe was reading a book on the sofa when Beca finally emerged from her office.

“It’s about time,” Chloe said, glancing up as Beca dropped onto the sofa beside her. “Dinner is almost done, are you hungry?”

Beca groaned in response, her head coming to rest on Chloe’s lap.

“Let me guess,” Chloe said. “Headache?”

Beca nodded.

Chloe sighed and started running her fingers through Beca’s hair. 

“M’tired,” Beca mumbled. “My head hurts. I’m grumpy.”

Chloe had to fight the urge to chuckle. 

“I know,” she said. “Stay here, I’ll get you something.”

Chloe got off the sofa, ignoring Beca’s protests, and went into the kitchen. 

She returned with a glass of water and some Advil, before making a trip back to dish up two bowls of mac and cheese. 

“Here,” Chloe said. “You’ll feel better once you eat and drink something.”

Beca stirred her fork listlessly around the bowl, feeling vaguely nauseous. 

“Eat,” Chloe said again. “I promise it’ll help.”

Beca sighed and took a bite. 

When she finished she took two Advil with a swallow of water, and then Chloe frowned at her until she downed the whole glass.

“Thank you,” Chloe said, smiling as Beca immediately put her head back down on her lap. “Feel better?”

“A little,” Beca said. She yawned. “Why am I so tired?”

“I feel like you don’t need me to say it’s because you didn’t drink seven Red Bulls today,” Chloe said. 

“Is this just what you feel like all the time?” Beca asked. 

“No,” Chloe said with a small chuckle. “But I’m not crashing right now.”

“It’s a good job I never got into actual drugs because this sucks,” Beca grumbled.

“Wow, you really are being a baby about this, huh?” Chloe said.

“Shut up,” Beca said, laughing. “I’m suffering.”

“I know,” Chloe said, running her hand through Beca’s hair. “You’re being really brave.”

“I am,” Beca said. 

They sat in silence for a while, Chloe’s hand moving constantly through Beca’s hair, as the TV played quietly in the background.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” Chloe said. 

“I’d do literally anything for you, Chlo’,” Beca mumbled. “You should know that by now.”

“Are you falling asleep?” Chloe asked. “It’s 7:30.”

“Just resting my eyes,” Beca said, stifling a yawn. 

“I totally believe you.” 

[disastercomingfaster]

I have finally finished my spooky season Bechloe fic! Please let me know what you guys think, I'm really nervous about how it turned out.

Gifs are from https://www.tumblr.com/beca-mitchell and https://www.tumblr.com/the-watcher-in-the-sky - if that is not okay, please let me know and I will take them off

It's spooky season for the girls! Beca Mitchell's roommates are shocked to learn that the usually tough Barden Bella is secretly terrified of haunted houses. While Chloe tries to show her girlfriend how these houses can actually be a lot of fun, Fat Amy is on her own quest to find the clown love of her life.

[vortexofentertainment]

I haven’t written or posted anything in a LONG time. Years, it feels like. But, here I am with another Bechloe one-shot because I couldn’t get Speak Now out of my head. Please let me know if I’ve still got it :)

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Chloe had been dreading this day. 

She had gotten the invitation in the mail a few months ago. An RSVP to Beca and Jesse’s wedding along with some rather forced looking engagement photos. It was only a matter of time, she knew, before it showed up in her mailbox, but it didn’t make it any easier to see. 

Now, she was sitting at the wedding that would ruin her. She should be the one across from Beca, holding her hands and smiling. She had missed her chance and now she had to watch the girl she had loved for years, and still did, marry the wrong person. It was excruciating. 

Aubrey had been surprised that Chloe wasn’t a bridesmaid, but really Chloe was glad Beca didn’t ask. She couldn’t imagine standing next to her on this day. Watching her get ready and listening to how excited she was to marry someone else. Was that wrong of her? Did that make her a selfish, horrible person? Maybe, but a part of her knew she couldn’t do it. 

Instead, she had to watch as Fat Amy, Stacy, and Emily stood next to her in matching black dresses because of course, Beca had her bridesmaids wear black. 

She could tell this wasn’t Beca’s idea. None of the flowery, fancy, and really rather gaudy things could have possibly been Beca’s call. It was all Jesse. This wedding wasn’t Beca at all. 

“Are there any objections to this pairing? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

This was it.

Chloe stood. She had no idea what she was doing, no idea what she should say, but her body moved on its own accord. 

“Oh my god,” she heard Aubrey exhale beside her. 

The priest had spotted her so it was too late to back out. 

Next, Jesse. His face immediately falling and the happiness being replaced by anger and confusion. 

Then, Fat Amy with an, “Awkward.”

But when Beca looked at her and her midnight blue eyes met Chloe’s icy blues, everything made sense. There was a glimmer of hope that flashed through those eyes, at least that’s what Chloe hoped. There was a chance that everything Chloe had ever felt was reciprocated, that the signals from Beca she thought she had received were real. 

But then again, maybe they weren’t. 

She could feel that all eyes were on her, but she only cared about one pair. The pair that she would spend forever making it up to if she let her.

“Chloe,” Aubrey said gently, grabbing her by the hand. 

“I have to go,” Chloe whispered as she turned abruptly out of her seat and walked out of the chapel quickly. 

The cold air took her breath away, or maybe it was the fact that she just stood up at Beca’s wedding to object. No one ever objected. It was just a saying, right? 

Her hands were shaking. Her heart was beating. Her eyes were burning. She had royally screwed up. Beca would never forgive her. They would never speak again. She could never show her face to any of the Bellas. 

She leaned against the wall of the church and tried to catch her breath and her thoughts. Her dress was suddenly too tight and she needed to leave before she threw up in the parking lot. 

She heard the door slam open behind her. She closed her eyes tight. She knew Aubrey would follow her. It’s what she does. She picks up the pieces of Chloe that shatter when it comes to Beca. 

“Aubrey I know that-”

“Tell me I’m not making a mistake.”

Chloe’s heart stopped. 

It was Beca. 

She turned and saw the beautiful brunette in her white dress. Her cheeks were red and tear streaked. She was breathing hard, like she had just sprinted from the altar. Her hands were tightly fisted around the fabric of her gown. 

“Tell me that wasn’t just a horribly timed phone call or emergency. Because I just left Jesse up there alone to follow you. Tell me, Chloe, that it wasn’t for nothing.”

“Becs,” Chloe said, taking a step forward. It dawned on her that she had run from the altar. For her. 

“I have waited years for you. I never thought it was�� I didn’t think…” Beca struggled to get out. Her lip quivered and her body was trembling. 

Even with all of this, she looked so incredibly beautiful. Chloe hated to see her hurting, but there was a part of Beca that looked alive, still. Like everything she had been hoping for had happened and there they were. Outside of the chapel full of friends and family and acapella nerds. 

“Come on,” Chloe smiled, grabbing Beca’s hand and pulling her towards her car. 

Beca smiled, too. It was the beginning of the rest of their life, and Chloe knew it as she pulled Beca along and further away from the church. 

There was shouting from the door that had just been pushed open by some Treblemakers. Chloe couldn’t help but to giggle. The adrenaline and hope that filled her body made everything else seem so bleak. All she could feel was happiness and Beca’s hand in her own. 

She didn’t know where they would go, or what would happen next. All she knew was that Beca couldn’t marry the wrong boy, and now she wouldn’t. Now she would be with the right girl. 

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Literary Adventures

Prompt sent by Anonymous!

Beca had always been one of those closed off girls, didn't have many friends, spent the majority of her teenage years in therapy to undo all the damage from her parents' divorce. But when she joined the Barden Bellas back in her Freshman Year at Barden, she didn't expect it would mean having so many friends she considered her family, much less moving in with two of them to a tiny studio in Brooklyn.

But here she was.

Beca had gotten so different, she felt completely free with her two roommates - she even shared a bed with Chloe - and she wasn't that shy about things like personal space anymore. The size of the apartment made it impossible for her to care about such things.

So one afternoon after work, Beca felt awful and all she wanted to do was lie on her bed and watch some crappy show Chloe seemed to enjoy. Her roommates weren't home when she got there, though, so she changed her clothes and threw herself onto the bed she shared with Chloe, closing her eyes with a sigh. 

After a while she opened her eyes, looking at the redhead's side of the 'room'. She had a few pictures, one behind the other, only Chloe knew what they were because they were covered by each other. But the thought of the redhead wanting to have pictures out to remember people she loved made the brunette smile. Chloe was always sentimental, happy. Just your ray of sunshine.

With a frown, Beca saw a pink notebook with the word JOURNAL on it in yellow. It didn't even have a lock in it, which Beca would expect from a journal. She bit her lower lip, trying to convince herself not to, but she felt her curiosity boiling up and, before she could form a decent argument against herself, she'd grabbed the journal from Chloe's bedside table.

Chloe was such a free spirit, she didn't care about personal space either, having walked into Beca's shower many years ago to get her to join the Bellas before she even knew Beca's name.

Beca, however, was a different story. She respected people's personal space, she didn't invade them unless she had permission to do so. She never would've done something like walking into someone's shower, much less change in front of them like Chloe did so often. So Beca thought Chloe owed her that much.

Ignoring the little part of her that was telling her that it didn't work like that and to just drop the fucking journal, Beca sat up and opened the journal to its first page, seeing it was dated to a few years ago, back when they were already in college, in Beca's Junior Year. 

Dear diary,

I went out with David last night and I'm still thinking about it today!

Sorry, this is my first time writing something like this, I only saw it last week in a magazine article and decided to give it a try.

Well. About David.

Didn't seem much at first, kinda quiet, but he was cute and had muscles. And he paid for dinner, which really pleased me. But damn, when he invited me over to his dorm I was MORE than a little surprised, to say the least!

He tore my clothes off (literally, I had to hide them from the Bellas so no one would tease me, but he ripped my shirt and my underwear) and he had this aggressive side which I immediately liked. God, it felt so good to just give up control for a night!

Beca stopped reading, keeping her index finger on the paragraph she was at. This can't be.. Can it? 

But then again, only Chloe would keep such a thing. 

"Get on your knees, you little slut!" David said to me after he'd taken off my clothes. I was already wet, which made me feel a little embarrassed.

But as I looked up at him, he unzipped his fly and lowered his pants and boxers and boy, I was surprised! Pleasantly surprised, I didn't think his cock could be so BIG! And just the very sight of it made my mouth water and I immediately took it in my mouth, looking up at him again.

Beca shut the journal with a squeak of surprise. She was alone but she felt terribly embarrassed by reading something like that because all she could do was picture Chloe.

Chloe on her knees.

Chloe on her knees sucking some dude's cock.

Beca shut her eyes, trying to shake the images from her head. She couldn't think of one of her best friends like that. She was going to put the journal back and pretend she never saw it.

But… how does one look like that? 

All Beca was going to think now when she saw Chloe was how dirty she could be and the contrast it was to her bubbly personality.

Beca looked down, she was still holding the journal. She shut her eyes again and cursed mentally when she automatically opened the journal to the first page - the one she'd been reading - and her eyes instantly found the part she'd stopped at.

David held me by the head, forcing more and more of his cock in my mouth. Thank goodness for Bella rehearsals and my skilled mouth! I was able to deep throat him, making him throw his head back in ecstasy.

I stopped what I was doing because of how horny I was, I didn't want him to cum in my mouth. He looked at me in confusion but it quickly went away when I got up and laid back on the bed, spreading my legs. His eyes grew wide and his dick twitched in anticipation, which almost made me chuckle but I held it back. I didn't want to ruin the moment.

David took the rest of his pants off and grabbed me by the waist, turning me around with quite some force, which I didn't object to. I looked back over my shoulder to see him rolling on a condom and bit my lips. He grabbed me by my hair, pulling at it and making me gasp.

God, diary, I'm so wet just thinking about it!

Beca shut her eyes again. Suddenly the air around her was very hot despite it being November. She groaned and cursed out loud, trying to push the image out of her mind. She couldn't help imagining the scene that was described in the diary. Though the brunette was denying it to herself, she was picturing herself as the guy, David. 

No matter how hard she tried to push that very thought away, she could also feel a not so welcome heat start to pool between her legs.

You can imagine, diary, that David was not so gentle about thrusting his cock in me for the first time. Not that I'm complaining, the noise that left me can only be described as animalistic. I like being treated like a slut from time to time ;P

David held me partly by my hair and partly by my waist and he thrusted so hard, I was forced to bite my lips to keep from screaming. With the way he was pulling my hair, my head was up and I couldn't rest my weight on my elbows to drown out some of the noises. But that was okay, he was pounding good and hard and that's how I liked it.

David at last let go of my hair, grabbing onto my waist to thrust even harder. I was so close and I could tell he was, too. I moaned, feeling my walls start to close around his dick and I bit my lips to try and suppress the moans.

HOLY SHIT, diary, my orgasm was so intense and powerful, I was afraid I was going to black out for a minute! But after that, I collapsed on David's bed, catching my breath.

After that, there isn't much to tell you, I slept over then I went home the following morning.

Beca bit her lips. She was drenched by now and couldn't keep lying to herself. She put the journal back where it was and shoved her left hand down her pants, gasping at just how wet she was. She shut her eyes as she easily entered herself with two fingers, the other hand was quick to start rubbing her clit. 

The sudden fear that either Chloe or Amy could walk in at any point hit Beca and it made her thrust faster and rub her clit harder. It was electrifying, the fear of being caught made her even more turned on, making her groan out loud.

All Beca could do was close her eyes and picture Chloe, imagining herself fucking Chloe the way she described in her journal and, within minutes, she felt her walls closing around her fingers and she was hit with a powerful orgasm, one almost like the one Chloe wrote about.

Beca collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted and her eyes opened again. She caught her breath, looking around the room. She knew what she just did left no evidence behind, but she felt extremely guilty now that the journal was closed and her shorts were drenched. She groaned again, covering her face with a pillow before getting up. She was uncomfortable with her wet underwear and shorts, she might as well take a shower.

By the time she was done, she threw herself on the bed again and felt exhaustion take over. She closed her eyes and decided to take a nap, waiting for her roommates to come home.

oO0Oo

It had been a few weeks since Beca found Chloe's diary and looking the redhead in the eye was quite hard after that. Not impossible, but hard. For the first couple of days, Beca knew Chloe noticed something was wrong but the redhead didn't push it. She knew Beca well enough to know the brunette would come to her if something was wrong in her own time.

Since that evening, Beca never saw the diary again and she didn't go looking for it. She wasn't that kind of person, no matter how hard she wanted to read another one of Chloe's entries.

And it was one Friday night, Fat Amy was on a date and Chloe was working at the urgent vet care clinic. Some Fridays she came home very late, like 1 to 2am. But she liked what she was doing and she was happy about it, so she never complained.

Beca came home from work to an empty apartment and, once more, saw the pink diary on Chloe's bedside table. She bit her lips, taking off her jacket and scarf before sitting on the bed. She tried not to look so eager - yes, even to herself - and took off her shoes and pants. She threw on her dark gray shorts and t-shirt she used to sleep in and sat back, grabbing the diary. She opened it and went to the middle, wanting to skip a few pages, and came to an entry dated to the year they graduated from Barden.

Dear diary,

Kinky Chloe is back 😛

Well, by now, you know I sleep with both men and women. So last night, I slept with a woman.

And God, what a woman! 

She was short, brunette, had a bit of an attitude. She reminded me of Beca. That wasn't a bad thing, either.

Beca's eyes widened. She took a few seconds to register what the redhead had written before she went back to reading the diary.

Her name was Darla and if I didn't know Beca so well, I'd say they were sisters. 

Anyway.

I hadn't slept with a girl in so long and as soon as I walked in the club, I knew Darla was going to be taking me home! She had that look that she knew what she was doing. And I liked it.

Cutting a long story short, we went to her place. We were making out on her couch before we moved to the bedroom. Darla asked me if I was okay with using toys and who am I to say no? 

I was quick to strip and get on the bed while Darla looked for something in her closet. When she turned around and saw me, she smirked and God I felt guilty because Beca popped in my mind.

Darla was holding a maroon drawstring bag and she approached the bed, putting the bag on it before removing her clothes.

"You're this wet already and I didn't even touch you yet? That's encouraging," Darla said to me, taking off her bra and boyshorts.

I bit my lip, "I'm just really horny."

Darla smirked again. Damn it! Everytime she did that, I saw Beca!

"There's something I wanna use on you, but I wanna know if you're okay with it," Darla said.

I didn't say anything, she withdrew something from the bag and showed it to me. It was a black plug. I raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

"Of course," I said.

She smirked, getting a small controller that matched the plug and that got me puzzled.

"This is an e-stim plug," she explained. I was still confused, "electric shock toy."

My face must've been fun because she chuckled.

"It's cool if you don't want to," she said.

This girl was making me picture Beca and that was starting to scare me a little, but I wasn't about to stop. Beca's attractive and had we been in the same situation, I wouldn't turn her down. So I threw caution to the wind.

Beca had to blink a few times and rub her eyes to make sure she'd read it right. 

She had.

Dang, the ache between her legs was getting impossible to ignore and she immediately shoved one hand down her shorts to tend to it.

"That's awesome, actually," I said to Darla, who smirked again.

"Awesome," she said, retrieving lube from her bag before setting it on the ground.

Darla set the toys aside before she grabbed me by the waist. 

"Scooch," she said.

I did, so my head was resting on one of her pillows and she was quick to throw my legs further apart, making me gasp in surprise and pleasure. 

God, I'm such a horny girl 😛

When Darla attached her mouth to my clit, I bit my lips and moaned out loud. Looking down at her, I could only see her hair and part of her forehead, which made it easier for me to picture Beca. I moaned again, throwing my head back.

Beca moaned, moving her fingers from her clit to her entrance, teasing herself a few times before entering herself with two fingers, making her gasp. She started thrusting, closing her eyes and picturing the scene.

Knowing Chloe had had sex with someone and she pictured her made Beca feel a little less guilty about reading her diary and, ahem, masturbating as she read her entries.

God, did Darla have a skilled tongue. I wondered if Beca also did. The very thought made me moan again, but Darla withdrew, looking at me with yet another smirk.

"Brace yourself," she said, grabbing her plug and the lube. 

My heart was beating wildly in anticipation as she lubed up the toy and my butthole.

I like anal, diary. Of course you know that by now, but it's not common for me to find other women who like to sleep with women and anal. I'm sorry for the fucked up sentence, I'm wet as fuck as I'm writing this! But you know what I mean.

As Darla eased the butt plug in, I moaned. As it went in, she grabbed the controller in one hand and rubbed two fingers against my wet pussy with the other, smirking again.

I bit my lips to keep from saying Beca's name and gasped when she thrust her fingers in and felt a small shock from the plug.

Damn!

I had never used those kinds of toys before and I didn't know what I was expecting but I was pleasantly surprised! The shock wasn't painful and it made the feeling of her fingers in my pussy even better.

God, I'm so fucking wet now just thinking about it.

Darla kept thrusting and she pressed a button on the controller, making the shock a little more intense and I moaned out loud again. Fuck, this felt SO good.

I was embarrassed by how close I was to orgasming, not that Darla seemed to mind. She started thrusting harder and faster, the shocks were now more frequent, which made me bite my arm to stop from nearly screaming. (I'm vocal, what can I do?)

"Cum for me," Darla said. "I know you want to."

I didn't even need to be told twice, that's the good girl I am. I shut my eyes and my orgasm hit me hard. The shock from the buttplug made me feel so ridiculously amazing, it was by far the most intense and powerful orgasm I've had. It left me absolutely breathless and numb, like there was nothing I could do.

Darla smirked upon seeing me in that state and she must've turned her plug off because I was no longer feeling the shocks.

"Wow," she said.

"That was incredible," I said, out of breath still.

Darla removed the plug, getting up to wash it, I presumed, which gave me time to recover. I mean, I wasn't about to fall asleep and leave Darla all high and dry. Plus, I wanted to get a taste of her myself. Going down on a girl is much better than going down on a guy.

Beca had to put the journal down when she felt herself reaching her orgasm, forcing her to shut her eyes and moan. When she'd come down from her high, she caught her breath before grabbing the journal again.

There was no way she was going to leave the rest of the story for later, that was by far her favorite.

Not that she read that many entries anyway.

When Darla came back, I was already feeling like myself again and I was the one to smirk this time. She climbed onto the bed and we kissed. She was a great kisser, but right now I didn't want to have my mouth on THOSE lips *wink wink* 

I started descending down her body , so eager about reaching my destination and the fact that Darla reminded me so much of Beca got me even more eager to eat her out. 

Fuck, I'm so dirty! 

Now, I do feel kinda bad for it but the moment I took Darla's clit in my mouth, I started wondering if Beca tasted like that, or if she tasted better.

I felt Darla's hands on my head, keeping me closer. I learned a lot over the years how to manage breathing when there's a pussy buried in my nose. This is a skill that comes in handy.

God, I loved licking Darla's folds and picturing Beca. I mean, I was already so deep down that hole, I might as well enjoy it, right? At least with her clit in my mouth I'm not in danger of moaning out Beca's name, am I right? ;) 

With Beca in mind, I took Darla's clit in my mouth and sucked on it before flicking it with my tongue. The way Darla held me so strongly pushed me to keep going, so I used two fingers in my right hand to run through her folds before my fingers swiftly entered her, a bit roughly so and boy, did she like that.

Do you think Beca also likes it rough? Damn, what I would give to find that out… it makes me wet just thinking about it; my mouth on her clit, my fingers in her tight wet cunt as I make her cum over and over until she's shuddering and can't move.

I might be in some sort of trouble…

Beca barely noticed she'd started touching herself again, she only registered when she was already on the brink of another orgasm. She closed her eyes, not bothering to finish reading the entry before she was seeing stars behind her eyelid.

This orgasm hit her as intense as the first one had, which surprised Beca, she usually didn't reach orgasm as intensely the second time. 

Catching her breath, Beca set the journal aside, waiting for her heart to stop beating so erratically and for her breath to become more even. She also waited for her clit and for her pussy to stop throbbing, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasms.

The brunette shut her eyes, wondering if she was wrong for reading her friend's diary. 

Her best friend's diary.

Her best friend who had once pictured her while having sex with another girl.

When she thought about that, part of the guilt started washing away, but then she remembered: Chloe had had merely a fantasy, which she wrote about in her private journal. 

Beca bit her lips, feeling the guilt wash over her all over again. With a sigh, she put the journal back on its place before stripping down and beginning to strip so she could shower.

oO0Oo

Chloe had texted Beca to let her know she'd be home for dinner but she might be home late, while Fat Amy told them she wouldn't be coming home that same night.

Beca was relieved when she came home to find the empty apartment. She enjoyed being in the silence, doing absolutely nothing after the horrible day she just had. The brunette threw herself on the bed on her back, sighing and closing her eyes. 

She bit her lip, her eyes opened and she dropped her head to Chloe's side of the bed and there she was: the journal on her bedside table. Sometimes when this happened, it made Beca wonder: she didn't find the journal out on the bedside table everyday, it was only on sporadic occasions, so did that mean that whenever the journal was out, that Chloe added a new entry? Beca never read the most recent ones, she always went right to the middle.

Sitting up, the brunette threw caution to the wind and picked the journal up, opening up to a random entry once again, already feeling heat pulse through her body, up to her cheeks, neck, chest and right down between her legs.

The entry was dated to the year they moved to New York, a few months after they'd settled in.

Dear diary

I moved to New York a few months back and the move is already behind me so the dry spell is starting to hit me, so I'm going out to find myself a hook up ;) 

Since our apartment is in Brooklyn and close to a pub, I decided to go down and see if the New Yorkers and transplants such as myself are worth my time.

Before Beca could finish reading the entry, she heard keys in the door and it opened before she could put the journal away. Her redheaded roommate had come home earlier than expected, but then when she glanced at the clock in the kitchen, she saw she was a little later. 

Damn, where did time go?

When Chloe turned around, her smile faded quickly and her eyes widened comically. Beca could only imagine what she must've looked like: her eyes wide like a deer in headlights, sitting on the bed, her journal open and one of her thumbs holding the pages open.

It felt like an eternity had gone by and neither girl had moved. Beca felt too self conscious to even put the journal back until Chloe had at least said something, which she half expected to be a scream, anger, for her to become red with embarrassment, for her to yell at Beca for violating her privacy like that. 

When Chloe finally moved, she closed the door, every movement was careful, like she was the one self conscious this time. She cleared her throat, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear, looking down at her feet, clutching her oversized bag tightly against her shoulder.

"So you found my diary," she said, her voice small.

"I did…" Beca said carefully, watching the redhead's reaction carefully, finally finding it in herself to put away the journal, setting it next to her on the bed.

"I guess by now you know what kind of diary it is?" Chloe asked, looking up briefly to see Beca nod, still watching her carefully. "How much did you read?"

"A few entries…" Beca admitted before sitting closer to the edge of the bed. "I'm so sorry Chlo, I found it weeks ago and I know I shouldn't have but I started reading it and I couldn't stop-,"

"- You read it more than once?" 

"I did and I'm sorry, I know there's no excuse for it, I violated your privacy, if you want to yell at me-," Beca said.

"-Did you like it?"

Beca figured she might look like a fish, opening and closing her mouth, wanting to make sure she heard what she heard. She looked at the redhead before slightly tilting her head to the side in confusion.

"Did you like it?" Chloe repeated the question, seemingly reading the brunette's question.

"I mean.. I.. yeah…" Beca said, wincing, expecting Chloe to become angry.

The redhead, instead, smirked, a small spark appearing in her bright blue eyes, something that Beca had only seen once in her life. It was sort of a predatory look, the same one she had when she burst into her shower many years ago.

"Do you want your own entry?" she asked.

Beca had to blink. She looked at the redhead even more confused than she had been. At first, she thought the redhead was kidding or that she misheard her friend, but when the smirk on her face and her predatory look didn't change, she knew she had heard it right.

"M-My own… My own entry?" she repeated as if to make sure.

Chloe only nodded with her bottom lip between her teeth. 

"I mean…" Beca said. She couldn't say the idea didn't entice her, if the growing throbbing between her legs was anything to go by. "Yeah."

Chloe put her bag down by the door, her smirk only growing bigger. She stepped closer to the bed, making Beca gulp, somehow fearing what might come out of this, but the fear came with an immense need to find out what the redhead would be like in bed.

"Anything in particular you had in mind?" Chloe asked. "Because I had a few things I pictured myself doing to you."

"You did?" Beca asked, finding her voice hoarse.

"Oh yeah," Chloe said, straddling Beca's lap, wrapping her arms around the shorter girl's neck.

"Like what?" Beca couldn't help but ask and bite her lower lip.

"Like what your delicious cunt tastes like," Chloe trailed, running her index finger over the waistband of the brunette's pants, placing a soft kiss against the brunette's neck, "what those talented fingers of yours would feel like pounding me until I'm begging you to stop."

Beca visibly shuddered. Truth be told, she'd never been with another girl before, she never thought she'd be attracted to girls, despite knowing she'd always find her best friend attractive. Well, not just attractive but hot. And reading the entries on her diary, picturing her doing those sorts of things with other people did something to her.

Chloe licked and nibbled on Beca's neck, her hands went under her shirt, finding her bra line and running her fingers over that, feeling the brunette's breath against her ear.

"I also wanted to know what you would look like all tied up and blindfolded, your legs spread wide as I fuck you," Chloe said, earning herself a squirm, making her smirk again. "Any of those things interest you?"

Beca only nodded, knowing the redhead could feel her. Instead of an answer, Beca felt herself being pushed back against the bed. Chloe stood up and undid the buttons on the younger girl's pants, swiftly pulling them down her legs, letting them fall on the foot of the bed. She ran her hands up her legs, biting her lower lip as she did, a hungry look on her face as she took in the sight before her. She then ran her hands up the brunette's thighs as she climbed to hover over her.

"I can already smell you, y'know?" Chloe said, making Beca bite her lip. 

Chloe then took the girl's shirt off, leaving her in her push up bra and panties. She hummed approvingly as she set eyes on the girl's red lace bra and, surprisingly, red lace boyshorts.

"Did someone plan this?" Chloe said with a teasing tone.

"No! I just… I just put this on, I like matching underwear sometimes," Beca said.

"I'll pretend I'll believe you," Chloe said and Beca couldn't find any strength in herself to argue back. 

The redhead sat back and made a show of taking her blouse off, throwing it beside her before she got up to take her pants off. Unlike Beca, she wasn't wearing matching underwear. In fact, she wasn't wearing any sexy lingerie, just a plain baby pink bra and blue panties. But the confidence with which she displayed herself made Beca see her as this incredibly sexy woman, which, of course, she was.

Climbing back on top of Beca, the brunette found herself at the mercy of the redhead and she knew she absolutely loved it. She wasn't scared of anything she was going to do, in fact, she was very much looking forward to it.

"You are so hot, Becs," Chloe said. 

Beca squirmed in place, making the redhead chuckle. She sat on her thighs and moved her bra up to reveal her breasts without taking the garment off. She lowered herself and took her right nipple in her mouth. 

Beca gasped and arched her back, her hands instantly found Chloe's head, holding her firmly in place. She let out a moan when she felt the redhead's tongue against her nipple before she took the hardened nub between her lips and sucked hard on it, using her other hand to pinch her other nipple kinda hard, making Beca wince, but the pain was quickly turned to pleasure.

"Shit, Chlo," Beca moaned.

The redhead pulled apart with an audible pop, giving the brunette a wink, sitting up again. She eyed the brunette and sighed.

"Wow," she said. "Sit up, Becs, I'm dying to see you naked."

Beca hummed, closing her eyes and biting her lip before sitting up. She unclasped her bra and let Chloe discard it, letting it join the girl's pants on the floor. She then ran her fingers over the girl's folds over her boyshorts and smirked.

"You're so wet, Jesus," Chloe said.

Beca bit her lips.

Chloe then grabbed Beca's boyshorts by the waistband and slid them down her legs, also discarding it near the rest of the girl's clothes. She set eyes on the naked girl, her breath already uneven, her chest heaving and her eyes dark with arousal and desire.

"I cannot believe you shave everything," Chloe said, grabbing the girl's legs and pushing them apart. She looked at the girl beneath her and she had a look of… was it embarrassment? There was a blush creeping up her cheeks and she let out a hoarse chuckle, covering her face with her hands. Chloe merely smirked, prying her legs even wider apart with a hungry look, "I mean… I can see every little bit of you."

"Chloe," Beca whined a bit.

Instead of answering, Chloe ran her fingers up and down Beca's soaked folds, humming upon feeling the brunette's smooth bare skin beneath her fingers. When she removed her fingers, she looked at them glistening, humming.

"Chlo," Beca said with a soft whine. "Please?"

Without warning, Chloe all but plunged her fingers inside the brunette, causing her to gasp loudly before moaning, throwing her head back.

"Fuck," Beca said.

"Such a potty mouth," Chloe said, lazily pumping her fingers. "God, you're so tight, I've dreamed about fucking this pussy for so long."

Beca bit her lips and hummed, grasping at the redhead's forearm tightly, digging her nails into her skin.

"I can see your clit there begging for attention," Chloe commented, sinking a third finger into Beca's wet center, angling her hand so she could rub her thumb against the hard nub, making Beca moan loudly through her lips. "Moan for me, Becs, I wanna hear it."

Beca shook her head, biting her lips in defiance.

"You said I have," she closed her eyes and moaned, "a potty mouth."

Chloe frowned, pumping her fingers harder and faster against her, leaning forward and grabbing her by the chin with her other hand, holding her firmly.

"I want to hear it," she said. She slid her hand down the girl's neck, squeezing it tightly but making sure Beca still had room to breathe.

"Fuck," Beca said. "Fuck me, Chlo, fuck me good and hard."

Chloe smirked in approval and removed her hand from the girl's neck, her hand pounding the girl hard, slamming her fist against her, making Beca grab her forearm tighter, her nails leaving marks against her skin.

"That's it," she said. "You like it good and hard, huh?"

Beca nodded, her eyes closed and her bottom lip between her teeth. She felt tears forming in the corner of her eyes and she moaned again, feeling slightly embarrassed by that fact.

"Look at that," Chloe said. "I fuck you so good you're crying."

"Shit," Beca muttered. "That's so good, Chlo."

Chloe started pounding even harder, curving her fingers and easily finding the girl's sensitive spot and hitting it every other thrust, making her buck her hips in an obscene way.

"Are you going to cum for me?" Chloe asked. 

Beca nodded, moaning out again, still thrusting her hips up to meet the girl's hands.

"Then cum for me," Chloe said. 

As if her body had a deep desire to obey Chloe's command, Beca felt herself come crashing over the edge in ecstasy. She arched her back, her head moving to the side as she moaned, seeing stars behind her eyelids. 

When Beca finally came down from her high, she was breathing hard, trying to make sure she actually lived what she thought she did. Was she just fucked by her friend? Did her best friend just make her cum?

"Spread your legs," Chloe demanded after Beca had recovered from her orgasm.

Beca spread her legs again, blushing at the wet spot she left on the mattress, but Chloe didn't seem to care. She delivered a slap to the inside of the girl's thigh, close to her spread pussy, which made her wince and yelp in surprise.

"That's for reading my diary, you insatiable slut," Chloe said, slapping her other thigh. 

"I'm sorry," though Beca didn't sound sorry at all.

"Did you touch yourself when you read it?" Chloe asked, raising her eyebrows, making Beca know she meant business.

Beca bit her lips in shame, though that only lasted so long before she was slapped again on her thigh.

"I asked you a question," Chloe said.

"I did," Beca said and yelped when she received a slap directly across her pussy lips, making her thrust her hips up. The sting brought pain but it made her wet, it surprised her how much she was enjoying the sensation.

Chloe delivered another two slaps against the girl's inner thighs before slapping her pussy lips again, making the girl moan. She smirked.

"You're such a dirty girl," she said.

"I want-," Beca bit her lips as she received another slap on her pussy lips. 

"-Dirty girl, with that bald pussy, so exposed," Chloe said. "So wet."

The slaps were starting to sound wet from Beca's arousal, making the brunette squirm and moan.

"I want to fuck you," Beca said. "Please."

"I'm not finished with you," Chloe said.

Beca moaned, arching her back.

"Get on your stomach and tuck your knees beneath you," Chloe said.

It took Beca a while to figure out what the redhead meant but when she did, she got into the position, waiting eagerly.

"Wow," Chloe said, running her fingers through the girl's folds. "Look at that, your asshole is bald, too."

Beca found herself blushing. Despite choosing to wax those areas completely, she felt self conscious - and incredibly aroused - upon hearing her partner point them out. It made her feel more exposed. And more aroused.

"Look at yourself, all spread open for me," Chloe said with a sigh. 

Beca gasped when she felt two of Chloe's fingers entering her cunt. She closed her eyes and bit her lip but couldn't hold in the moan deep in her throat. That new position felt so good, even better than the other one. She rested her head on her forearms, moaning.

"Fuck Chlo, that feels so good," she said.

"I know," Chloe said with a chuckle. 

"Please-," Beca said but bit her lips, not being able to finish her sentence. 

"What do you want, baby?" Chloe asked.

Beca moaned and chuckled despite herself. 

"I want you to… please," Beca said. "Please… my… my ass."

Chloe was surprised. She moaned herself, never having imagined the brunette to be one to enjoy a finger up her ass. She gathered some of Beca's juices with two of her fingers from her left hand, coaxing them with her wetness before she moved her fingers to her asshole, applying some pressure. Like she predicted, she was met with resistance but upon hearing the girl moan and thrust her hips back to meet her fingers, she was able to push through, easing the fingers in the girl's cunt so she could enter her asshole. Once she felt the girl start bucking her hips, she began moving both hands in perfect rhythm with each other. 

The noises Beca made were something Chloe never thought she would hear. They were loud, coming from deep within her chest. Up until now, she never thought she would enjoy another noise coming from Beca that wasn't her singing. 

"Oh… Fuck, Chlo, that's so good," she said, biting her lip, sucking in a breath. "Fuck me, I'll cum so hard for you."

Chloe obeyed, enjoying this way too much, thrusting her fingers hard against her holes. She curved the fingers in her cunt, finding the girl's sensitive spot again, earning herself an even louder noise from the girl, who slammed a fist against the mattress.

"Chlo!" 

Feeling the girl's walls start to close around her fingers, Chloe curved her fingers and hit the spot over and over, until Beca was moaning out her name, her hips moving erratically. When the brunette finally came down from her high, she collapsed against the bed on the position she was in. Chloe eased her fingers out, wiping them on the mattress for good measure while she admired the girl.

"Fuck, that was so good," Beca said. "But I wanna do you now."

Chloe raised her eyebrows in amusement. She hadn't expected Beca to sound so sure, considering the way she started the night. 

The girl quickly turned and sat up, grabbing Choe's face and bringing their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss. She was quick to run her tongue over the redhead's lips and she immediately opened her mouth to allow the younger girl to explore. She ran her tongue over Chloe's in a dominating kiss that made Chloe's knees weak and arousal pulse through her body.

Beca flipped their positions and pushed Chloe so the girl was lying on her back. Now she was the one to shoot Chloe a predatory look that made the redhead visibly gulp, gripping the covers tightly beneath her fingers.

Beca removed the girl's bra and panties with no hesitation, humming when she laid her eyes on the redhead's body.

"You just love flaunting that gorgeous body around," Beca said, running circles around the redhead's nipples, "and you leave your sex diary out for anyone to see, how can you expect me not to read it?"

Chloe bit her lips when Beca grabbed her legs and threw them spread, pushing them back.

"You've got no one to blame but yourself," Beca said. "After all, you've left me so eager to taste that pussy."

"I'm not gonna say no to that," Chloe said.

Beca threw her a smirk before lowering herself. Chloe expected to feel her hot tongue against her pussy but instead she felt the brunette's nose against her clit and saw her take in a breath with closed eyes.

"So wet," Beca said before taking a long lick over her folds, going all the way up to her clit. "So good."

Chloe moaned. The brunette licked her again, paying special attention to the girl's clit, flicking it with her tongue before she began licking her folds again. The rhythm was erratic but Chloe absolutely loved it. Her hands went to the girl's hair, getting tangled between her chocolate locks.

Beca hummed against the older girl's cunt, not minding at all that she was being held tighter against her. She wrapped her lips around the girl's clit, sucking it hard, using her tongue to flick it while her middle and ring finger sunk into the girl's cunt.

Chloe gasped audibly, amazed at the girl's ability to multitask, her rhythm on her clit and inside her cunt never faltered, in fact, her tongue and fingers moved together, bringing Chloe closer to orgasm. 

"Fuck… Beca!" Chloe moaned. "Don't stop, baby! Don't stop!"

Beca momentarily removed her tongue from the girl's clit to look up at her, locking eye contact.

"Cum for me, Chlo," she said before reattaching her lips to her clit.

Chloe arched her back, her body rocking in delicious waves in ecstasy. She enjoyed one of her most intense orgasms to date, absolutely marveled by the way the girl kept her movements, helping Chloe ride out her high until the redhead collapsed on the bed, panting, trying to regain her breath.

"Fuck," Chloe said. 

"I'll totally want another entry," Beca said. "Just to watch you cum again like that against my mouth."

Chloe chuckled despite her erratic breath, opening her eyes to look up at the brunette with a moan. Her lips were swollen and her chin was wet with her arousal.

"How about you get your own diary?" Chloe said, biting her lips. 

Beca tilted her head in confusion.

"I mean," Chloe said, sitting up, bringing her lips to give Beca a kiss, "how about we start a story of our own? Just the two of us?"

"You mean… like girlfriends?" Beca asked.

"Exactly," 

"I like that very much," Beca said with a smile. Chloe brought their lips together again.

[dc4vlad]

So cute!

Bechloe AU in which it’s been 10 years since Beca and Chloe started dating in high school.

[bechloeweek2024]

These will be the uploading dates and prompts that go with each date.

July 24th - Drunken Dare

July 25th - "You're up early"

July 26th - Reality TV

July 27th - Enemies/rivals to lovers

July 28th - Bosses daughter

July 29th - Royalty / Knight AU

July 30th - "I'm worried about you"

You can upload one shots, drabbles, chapters of previous or new work, art, or songs that you think fit the prompt. As long as the piece is centered around Bechloe and follows the prompt of the day.

You don't need to do something for every day, or even upload anything if you just want to see other peoples work. But if you do upload something or reblog, make sure to tag it as 'bechloe week 2024', that way others can find your work.

With that being said, have fun!!

[pinkpastels113]

Do you have any bechloe fic rec about the beginning of the relationship specifically falling in love

Thank you!!!

hiii yes so some of these fics i need to reread bc it's been a HOT MINUTE BUT some are freshly read :33

Words by lescousinsdangereux

i just finished this fic on recommendation from another anon and i just want to say that i am mindblown and it is now on my recommended bookmark list on ao3!! it's canon-complaint and it is so UGH slightly fwb and chloe fell first but beca followed shortly after and they're just soft beans i love dem sm <33

ps. Expectations (and Equations) is also iconic. it's bechloe falling in love from kimmy jin's pov. i originally read this on fanfic.net and recently discovered that it's now on ao3 whoaa

Accidental by @kailoraurelius

lost my collective shit when i read this bc beca didn't mean to but she accidentally fell in love w chloe and now is in deep hhhh

it's 3 AM (I must be lonely) by @becasbelt

i need to read this again but i filtered my bookmarks with bechloe and fluff and it popped right up so i trust myself :))

I like the way you're everything I ever wanted also by anne but just read it it's so gooddd. secret relationship with chloe's pov about falling in love with beca. im gonna read it again after this too :33

thunder, lightening, & general dumbassery by @cheapthrillsbeca

with this blurb that i wrote:

august slipped away into a moment in time same author; smut

Wait, What? by @aliciameade

that bye love you kiss that started everything

your old favorite song by @pulledpurplecurtains

collection of canon-complaint one-shots that just hit so hard with the fluff and pre-game bechloe relationship rahhh

the truth about love (comes at 3 a.m.) by @snowonebutyou

that one fic that i forgot to bookmark but still ADORE BY ISA

[beca-mitchell]

I just know the bechloe tag is gonna be flooded with tiny-cottage-au’s after this 😭

me furiously writing a tiny cottage one-shot

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

I COULD STAY AWAKE JUST TO HEAR YOU BREATHING

Rating: T One Shot (The Key To My Heart AU) Pairings: Bechloe Summary: After almost losing both her wife and son during a difficult labour, Beca struggles to find a balance between caring for her family and caring for herself Bechloe Week 2024 - Day Two: "You're Up Early"

Idk how many of you actually remember my TKTMH au, or my fic Forever And Always My Love that I took down swearing to rewrite like two years ago but I still love that au/fic, and I'm going to look at doing the rewrite once I've finished TMWYH, my writing so dramatically since I wrote it so it'll be a project and a half, but I'm kinda excited about it tbh 🥰

ANYWAY this little oneshot is set in that au, so there's the context you needed I guess jdfklgjfdlkg there are other oneshots that I've done in this au too that I'm sure you can find too 😅

[titaniumbechloe]

BECHLOE WEEK 2024 | Day 4 - Enemies to Lovers

Chapters: 1/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: F/F

Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies)

Relationships:

Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell, side Stacie Conrad/Aubrey Posen

Note: I honestly didn’t have anything planned for day 4 but I still wanted to upload something. So here’s a retelling of “Anyone But You (2023)” but Bechloe. I kinda bullshitted this so apologies if it sucks. I thought I’d be able to fit the whole movie into this one-shot but I didn’t have enough time soooo enjoy this first chapter. I’ll get back to this after bechloe week:))

[massivedrickhead]

3. “Do you think it would be helpful if we were cuddling?”

Totes a Chloe Beale statement…but even better if it’s Beca offering to cuddle cause she knows this is what Chloe needs

This was a lot of fun to write!

3. “Do you think it would be helpful if we were cuddling?”

Prompt taken from here

Read on AO3

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Beca approached Chloe’s bedroom door with caution, glancing back down the hall to where the other Bellas stood huddled, nodding at her and gesturing her to keep going.

Beca knocked on the door and quickly withdrew her hand, as if afraid the door might suddenly bite her.

“What?” Came Chloe’s response.

“It’s Beca,” Beca said, her voice trying to be cheerful but coming out too forced. “Can I come in?”

There was a pause, in which Beca looked back at the Bellas with a shrug. 

“Fine,” Chloe said.

Beca braced herself for a second before she turned the handle and entered Chloe’s bedroom.

“What is it?” Chloe asked, not even looking up from her laptop as Beca entered.

“Um, well, I was just wondering, we- we all were wondering if everything was okay?” Beca asked. 

“Why wouldn’t everything be okay?” Chloe responded, her bottom lip getting caught between her teeth as she frowned at her screen. She started rapidly hitting the backspace.

“It’s just… Apparently, you’ve been holed up in your room all day. Jessica said you nearly bit her head off when she asked you about something,” Beca said, taking a hesitant step forward.

Beca had arrived back from her internship to find all the Bellas except Chloe discussing something around the kitchen table.

The energy in the room felt so serious that Beca felt something in her stomach drop.

When she asked what it was, they looked at her with solemn expressions.

“Something put Chloe in a bad mood.”

Beca understood the seriousness.

It was rare for Chloe to be in a bad mood. Rare for her to stay in her room all day. Rarer still for her to snap at one of her sisters.

Beca asked if any of them had tried to speak to her, and a set of shaking heads was her response.

Again, Beca sort of understood. Chloe was scary when she was angry. 

“Well someone has to check on her.”

They all looked at her.

“You’re the co-captain,” was Amy’s response.

“So,” Beca said, after a long silence where Chloe still didn’t look at her, “what’s up?”

“Nothing’s up,” Chloe said. “I’m fine, I just have an essay to finish.”

“Okay,” Beca said. “I guess… I’ll just leave you to it then.” Chloe didn’t reply and just carried on typing. “Okay,” she said again. “I’ll just,” she jerked her thumb back towards Chloe’s open door, even though the redhead still wasn’t looking up. “If there is something wrong, and you do want to talk about it, you know where I am.”

Chloe let out a sigh and abruptly shut her laptop. Beca jumped.

“I didn’t sleep well last night,” Chloe said, finally looking at Beca. “Or the night before. Or the night before that.”

“Oh,” Beca said. “How come?”

Chloe shrugged, and Beca saw a look of helplessness on her face. “Stress?” She said. “The World’s are coming up and we aren’t even close to being prepared, I have a bunch of papers I need to write, exams I need to prep for, and even when I try and take a day out to get on top of it, they,” she gestured to the rest of the house, “still need my help with one thing or another.”

Beca couldn’t help but feel guilty. She’d been so busy focusing on her internship that she’d let the preparation for the World’s fall by the wayside. She’d just assumed Chloe could deal with it.

“I’m sorry,” Beca said. “I’m sorry this has all been left for you to handle.”

“It’s fine,” Chloe said, shaking her head, and looking down at the scattered sheets of paper on her desk. “I can handle it, I just need… I need more hours in the day. And I need to be able to shut myself away without it being declared a national emergency.”

“No one’s declared-”

“You’re telling me you weren’t immediately pounced on by the Bellas as soon as you got home?” Chloe asked, eyebrows raised.

“Well, yeah, a little. But they’re just worried. We all are.”

Chloe shook her head. “I love them, so much, but sometimes they act like I’m their Mom. And that might be my fault, I took that role on when I became captain, but Moms need a break too you know.”

“I know,” Beca said. “We all know. No one deserves a break more than you do, Chlo’.”

“There’s just no time for one,” Chloe said. 

“Of course there is,” Beca said. “And… And maybe you can handle doing everything - being everything for everyone - but you shouldn’t have to. You don’t have to. We’re co-captains, remember? So I’m going to step up. And I’ll make sure the girls do too. We’ll figure out our set for the World’s, I promise.”

“And the other stuff?”

“Those too,” Beca said. “When is this paper due?”

“In a few days,” Chloe said. 

“Okay,” Beca said. She checked the time on her phone. “So, have a nap, come have dinner with us, and then you can get back to it after that.”

“I can’t just… have a nap,” Chloe said. “I can’t sleep. I can’t shut my mind off, there’s so many things I need to think about.”

Beca hesitated, her bottom lip getting caught in her teeth as she bounced lightly on her heels.

She shot a look over her shoulder, before shutting Chloe’s bedroom door.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to ask this once, and if the Bellas find out I’ll deny it, I’ve got a reputation to uphold,” Beca said. “But… Do you think… Would it be helpful…” Beca lowered her voice a fraction. “Would it help if we cuddled?”

Chloe’s eyes widened briefly before she smiled. “Are you actually asking me that?”

Beca rolled her eyes. “Yes,” she said. 

“But you’re not a cuddler.”

“No,” Beca said. “But you are. And… And it isn’t so bad when we cuddle, so yes or no?”

Chloe could see the blush creeping across Beca’s cheeks, and she knew what a big deal this was for her to ask. 

“Yes,” Chloe said. “That would be really nice.”

Beca smiled. “I’ll be back in a second,” she said.

“Where are you going?”

“To tell our kids to fend for themselves for the rest of the night.”

Beca returned to the kitchen and the Bellas all looked at her expectantly. 

She took one of the girls’ notebooks left on the table and tore out an empty page from the black. She rummaged in the kitchen drawers until she found a sharpie, and then scribbled do not disturb on the paper.

“If we aren’t out by dinner time, come and get us,” Beca said. “But otherwise, no one disturbs Chloe for the rest of the night, okay?”

“Okay,” Emily said.

“Is she alright?” Stacie asked.

“She will be,” Beca said. “She just needs a break.”

She pinned the note to Chloe’s door, and then shut it behind her. 

Chloe was back to typing at her computer, but she looked up when Beca entered this time.

“Are you in a good place to stop?” Beca asked.

Chloe nodded and shut her laptop. She looked Beca up and down. 

“What?” Beca asked.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” Chloe asked.

Beca looked down at her outfit. It was her usual attire, black jeans and a checkered shirt slung over a black tank top. “I didn’t realise there was a dress code,” Beca said. “Should I have worn my tiara?”

Chloe laughed. “Shut up,” she said. “You can’t nap in jeans.”

“I’m not the one napping,” Beca said. “You are.”

Chloe shook her head. “How am I supposed to comfortably cuddle you if you’re dressed like that?”

Again, Beca looked down at her clothes. “It’s never stopped you before.”

“This is different,” Chloe said.

Beca didn’t bother asking how and just watched as Chloe started rummaging through her drawers. She handed her a pair of sweatpants. “Here, put those on.”

Beca took them and looked at Chloe expectantly. 

“Oh,” Chloe said, catching on after a few seconds. She turned around so her back was to her. “Sorry.”

Beca changed out of her jeans and put on Chloe’s sweatpants. She then took off her shirt leaving her in just the tank top. “Better?” She asked.

Chloe turned back around. “Much better,” she said, grinning.

“Do you want white noise or anything?” Beca asked, looking down at her phone as she set a timer to stop them from over-sleeping.

“Can you put music on?”

“Sure,” Beca said, searching for the perfect playlist. She hit play and set her phone on Chloe’s nightstand. 

They got into bed and Chloe wasted no time in cuddling into Beca’s side, her face buried in the crook of her neck, her arm wrapping around her waist. 

“Is this okay?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah,” Beca said. She knew Chloe found it relaxing when someone played with her hair, so she brought her hand up to do that. 

“You sure?”

“Positive,” Beca said.

Chloe felt some of the stress and tension she’d been carrying over the last few days begin to lift.

“Thank you for this,” Chloe said.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Beca said. “The amount you do for us, this is the least I could do. And don’t tell anyone I said this, but this isn’t exactly unpleasant.”

Chloe chuckled and Beca felt it tickle her neck. “No?”

“No,” Beca said. “I actually kinda like it.”

“I’ll keep that for a rainy day,” Chloe said. 

“As if anyone would believe you,” she said, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. Chloe laughed again.

“I thought you weren’t going to be napping?”

“Yeah, well, we all know I’m full of crap,” Beca said, closing her eyes.

Beca’s alarm came far too quickly, and Beca managed to shut it off before Chloe woke up. It wasn’t even a conscious decision for her to close her eyes again and settle back down into her nap.

When dinner time came, Emily gave a tentative knock on the door that went unanswered.

She knocked again. And again.

“Beca told us to get them,” Stacie asked, taking hold of the handle and pushing the door open, ignoring Emily’s weak protests. “Oh my god,” she said when the door opened. “Go get the others.”

“No, we can’t,” Emily said, her voice reduced to a whisper. “Look at them, they’re so cute!”

They were both still fast asleep. Chloe still using Beca as a pillow, Beca’s head resting against Chloe’s.

“Fine,” Stacie said, shaking her head. She withdrew her phone and took a picture. “But that photo is going to come in handy.”

“Should we wake them?” Emily asked.

“You should wake them,” Stacie said. “I have to live here, and I’ve had enough experience of Beca when she’s grumpy. Plus they’d never be mad at you, you’re basically a child.”

“I’m eighteen,” Emily said.

“Which is exactly what a child would say,” Stacie said.

“But they look so comfy!” Emily said. “I don’t want to disturb them.”

“Beca told you to get them-”

“-she told all of us to get them-”

“-so you should-”

“Oh my god, we’re awake,” Beca grumbled, cutting them off. “Get outta here or you’re both grounded.”

[disastercomingfaster]

Okay folks; I am obsessed with hurt/comfort one shots but I need specific fandom ones. Please comment any quality hurt/comforts with the following ships;

- Bechloe (pitch perfect)

- wolfstar (Harry Potter)

- ronance (stranger things)

- jorie (victorious)

- pretty much any lesbian ship from Harry Potter

[freedomseeker91]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chloe Beale & Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell Characters: Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale, Barden Bellas, Original Characters Additional Tags: Love, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional, Disability Summary:

Beca Mitchell had spent most of her life in darkness, but a chance encounter with a radiant redhead on her first day at Barden may just bring the light back into her life. That, and a little special ability.

[bechloeislegit]

Prompt Request

Hello, my fellow Pitch Perfect/BeChloe lovers! I have a prompt request and am seeking your help with it.

Since just after Christmas, I’ve been going through something and didn’t have the energy to write or do much of anything else (depression with a side of anxiety sucks!). During that time, I had to deal with my mother and a beloved aunt passing away (there was a bunch of anxiousness involved with both, but that’s a story for another time). To help myself through the bad days, I got back to moving my earlier fics from FFN over to AO3. While doing so, I re-read each one and realized that as much fun as a multi-chapter fic was to write, I got the most joy from writing one-shots. There was something about telling an entire story in 2500 words (sometimes more) that I have been missing, so I’ve decided to do another challenge that will, once again, give me the joy writing had given me in the past (at least I hope it will).

After reading my A to Z BeChloe series, I’ve decided to do another series and am calling it the ABCs of BeChloe. It will be 26 one-shots where the titles will be a letter of the alphabet, going in order from A to B to C, etc. Here’s where you come in if you’re so inclined. Send me a letter prompt (it could be one word, a saying, a song, whatever), and I will write a BeChloe one-shot. It will definitely be BeChloe-centric, with a side of the Bellas and/or Staubrey, with whatever comes to mind once I see the prompt.

So, respond with a comment here, go to my ask box, or message me with your prompt, and I’ll do the rest. It will probably be a while before I start posting anything since I’m doing them alphabetically. I have a few ideas already, but I am looking forward to whatever prompts/ideas you come up with.

Thank you for your time and support. I appreciate and love you, awesome nerds!

~~ BeChloeIsLegit ~~

PS—There will be some angst, fluff, BeChloe children, etc., but no smut; I’m just not feeling it.

[cloudsandcrescents]

☁️ New Updates Alert ☁️

Hello friends, I’m back again. I promise I did not forget about you all and I know you have been waiting for new updates. Well, guess what, I’ve got a three more for you now!

My birthday just recently passed and it’s been years since I’ve actually celebrated. No major reason, I just usually like to do my own thing. That said, I was surprised with a mini getaway and have returned back. While I’m personally not a fan of surprises, this one was really nice and it was great to reconnect with great friends.

That said, let’s get right into the updates!

Because of You (Bonus Chapter) - Some of you may remember that fluffy little one-shot I did a while back where the Bella’s are throwing a party for Beca’s going away to Los Angeles post PP3. Beca and Chloe share a moment and I ended things with Chloe and Beca leading up to their first time together. I got many requests to follow up with a part two for that scene specifically so here it is. A nice hot and tender moment with our favorite girls. For any new readers, the first chapter is pretty innocent and rated T and the bonus chapter will be rated M in the beginning notes.

Hour of Need: Chapter Two - This is the second chapter of a multi-chapter fic I started a while back that I will be resuming now that After Hours and Promise Me are complete. Quick Breakdown: This story will follow the separate and then joined lives of Beca and Chloe. It pulls some elements from A Simple Favor but is otherwise its own story. It focuses on loss, grief, family, and secrets. Additionally, it was also my first attempt at a little graphic of sorts.

Leather Black: Chapter Ten - Long overdue this one, I know, I know! We are nearing the end and with this chapter, we prepare for a reunion and get the reveal of who’s the mastermind behind this all. Chapter Eleven still has a few more revisions to go through but will follow shortly.

There’s a few more updates that are planned after some revisions now that I can access my computer again. That said, there are maybe one or two that may actually coincide with a few prompts for BeChloe Week and will likely be posted then. Thanks for being patient while I unexpectedly celebrated my birthday lol and enjoy these next few updates! I’ll also be getting to all of my comments after work today so thanks for being patient with me times two! 🩵