#minor bechloe

[cloudsandcrescents]

Aubrey likes to be tied up whether she does it herself or has a domme. She’s submissive and needs to lose control sometimes.

A character study prompt, please?

It took me forever to find a way to do this and I probably still got it wrong but I hope you enjoy anon! 💙

[thatmitchsentho]

This one starts with a Bechloe FWB kind of deal but it is most definitely a Mitchsen story, guys. 

(Clearly I’m handling meds and stuff really well right now which is a relief. I’m feeling pretty good so thanks for hanging out while I took the kidney-related hiatus.)

[torturous-loverboy]

Ordinary Day \ Bemily

Rated M for language

Okay so this is my first fic on Tumblr, but far from the first one I've ever written. All feedback is welcome, enjoy :)

Beca was working. It wasn't much, but she and some of her friends had managed to get a job at the local bar. They served drinks and chatted with customers from 5 P.M to 1 A.M and then they took classes. She was working one night when a new customer came in. Not uncommon, but it caught her eye. She threw the towel she was cleaning glasses with and signalled to Chloe that she was going to man the bar for a bit. The older girl nodded and she walked up, grabbing some of the clean glasses to keep her hands busy. Beca fit right in with this crowd. Sure, she didn't really like the nightlife, but she understood it. And she looked the part too. Leather jacket (when she wasn't wearing her bartender outfit) and, what was dubbed by Jesse, her "amazingly scary ear spike." She reached the counter and started putting glasses away, looking out for anyone who wanted a drink. She saw the new girl sit down a little ways away and smirked to herself before walking over. She leaned against the counter.

"Never seen you around before." It was simple, impersonal. She waited as the girl collected her thoughts.

"Yeah, probably not." She laughed and Beca felt that it was genuine. "I just turned 21-" She paused and pulled out her phone- "Four minutes ago." Beca shifted and gave a warm smile, trying her best to appear as friendly as possible.

"Well then, what can I get you for your-hopefully-first ever drink?" She was pleased when the younger brunette's face cracked into a small smile.

"Hmm, yes, I am truly glad I didn't drink in high school." Now it was her turn to crack a joke. Beca nodded seriously.

"Oh yeah, then you wouldn't get to have your first drink here." She noticed the girl's eyes kept flickering behind her and she turned her head to look. There were bottles of alcohol lined up on shelves and she turned back, grinning. "A lot of choices, huh?"

"Yeah." She looked sheepish and Beca straightened her back.

"Alright, let's find something for you then." She smiled again and turned, surveying the options. She paused and then turned back with a smirk. "You should try Sex on the Beach." The other girl coughed and blubbered for a minute.

"What?" She seemed shocked and Beca finally broke, laughing.

"The drink. Sex on the Beach. It's a good first drink." She knew the other girl was in no condition to speak, so she just nodded. Beca smiled and started looking for the ingredients. She grabbed a nice bottle of Vodka, some peach schnapps, and orange juice but realized that they only had cranberry juice in the back. "I'll be right back, just gotta-" She broke off, motioning towards the doors and the other girl simply nodded. She took off from the bar with a little push and made a bee-line for the back. She was almost there when Chloe cut her off.

"What are you doing?" She asked and Beca furrowed her brow.

"What?" She was confused, and Chloe motioned to the bar. She looked back and saw the girl tapping her fingers and looking around the room, as well as Stacie and Lilly talking to people. Or, well, Stacie was talking. Lilly was just sort of... standing there staring at the poor fellow. She turned back and raised an eyebrow. "What?" She repeated.

"You're flirting with her!" She raises her voice slightly and Beca sighs, using her hands to level Chloe's arms.

"Okay, first off, I was simply chatting with her because she just turned 21 and doesn't know what to order. And second, so what?" She was getting exasperated. "Stacie flirts with literally everyone who walks in here, and she's taken!" She pushed past Chloe. "I need to finish her order, there are more people here." When she got back to her order, the girl was looking at Stacie. She cleared her throat and the other girl whipped around, blushing. "Unfortunately, she's taken." She smiled and grabbed the vodka. The other girl's blush deepened and she looked down before pulling her gaze back up to Beca. She took this as an opportunity to show off some skills and she started twirling the bottle, watching as the younger girl's face shifted and followed every movement, amazed. She smiled gently and threw the bottle over her shoulder. The other girl gasped and she grabbed it at the last second, pouring some into the glass before capping it and sliding it down to Stacie. For her part, the taller girl caught it and winked at Beca, putting it away. She turned back and put the rest of the ingredients in before grabbing a lemon and cutting a slice, sticking it on the rim. Beca put a straw in it and stepped back, leaving the other girl to try it. She awaits a reaction anxiously, suddenly self-conscious of her choice. The other girl smiles and it eases some of the tension.

"This is really good." She beams and Beca can't help but smile back. She's about to say something else when she feels a hand wrap around her waist.

"Yeah, Becs is really good at mixing. She always knows just what everyone wants." She narrows her eyes and turns her head to see Chloe's ginger hair and a glint in her eye. Well, two can play at that game.

"Oh yeah? Well, I pale in comparison to Chloe here." She turns back to the brunette and smirks. She notices that her face is completely devoid of expression and so she decides to spice things up. "Actually, do you think you could make me a drink? I think my shift is over." Chloe scrunches up her face and checks her watch before sighing quietly and allowing Beca room to take her apron off. Once she does, she hops over the counter and she can tell that both girls are shocked. She smiles again and starts walking towards a little stage with a band ready to play songs, but not before calling "Make me a Massacre, would you Red?" She doesn't get to see Chloe's reaction but can picture it in her mind. She makes her way up to the stage and whispers the name of the song she wants to play to the band. They nod, and she smiles before turning to the mic.

She waits for the instruments to kick in and nods along to it, tapping her foot.

"It was an ordinary day Until I saw you crawl around my way And the night goes On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on It was an ordinary day Until I saw you crawl around my way And the night goes On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on (alright) On, and on, and on, and on (alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)

She's thankful that the band sings with her so she can properly rap. She knows the only person here who has ever heard her do that is Chloe, so they're in for a treat. She can tell the bar is enjoying it and decides to have fun with it. She works here, so she knows they allow singers to walk around on the ground as they go, and even jump on tables as long as it's safe.

"Cocaine in the back, hard liquor to the right Don't really drink but shit I might This the type of shit I like Everyone just livin' life Livin' life like this is dangerous Everybody just ain't famous Everybody from the young to the old Anybody with a bit of money get shameless You know you fuckin' bougie You know you fuckin' dumb You know you'll get the shit smacked outta you back where I'm from Hol' up, wait up This shit is made up Feel like I'm dreamin', I'ma wake up"

She walks around getting cheers and whistles as she sings, smirking the whole time. She makes sure to use hand gestures and be extra for the performance. She makes her way to the bar and sings the next part to Chloe. Girl, I can see through your make up I can tell by the look in your eyes I can tell by the fact you don't know how to act I see right through your lies I'm a real muthafucker whatcha know about that Like, yeah wassup? Everybody out here actin' tough I might get drunk call yo' bluff This right here, yeah that's yo nuff Yeah you know me, I know you But bitch I been here before you I'ma show you, I'ma show you, I'ma show you"

She nods and spins, singing from there. She can feel Chloe rolling her eyes but she doesn't care as the bar loves her song.

"And so they tell me that they love me But I know that it's all for show, it's all for show And I tell her that she lovely But she know that it's all for show, it's all for show"

She jumps on the bar and sings the chorus, looking around her.

"It was an ordinary day Until I saw you crawl around my way"

She turns to the girl that she had served earlier and tosses her a mic, smiling down at her. She looks stunned and Beca hopes she knows this song.

"And the night goes"

She jumps down just as the brunette stands and she notices the height difference for the first time. They sing in unison.

"On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on"

She had slowly guided the younger girl through the crowd, but she could tell she was enjoying this. As they got to the stage, Beca took a step back to watch her sing her lines.

"Oh, alright, alright I know everyone's fakin' it tonight But I know that I love the way I feel right now So I don't wanna let them bring me down It's an ordinary day I'm gonna live it how I like"

She nails it and Beca jumps up on stage with her to end the song. She sings her bit of the chorus and then they sing together, just like earlier.

"It was an ordinary day Until I saw you crawl around my way And the night goes

On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on."

When they finish, she takes the other girl's hand and they bow. She brings her mic back up to her lips.

"I'm Beca," She pauses and the other girl adds on.

"And I'm Emily,"

"And that was Ordinary Day by Logic." She smiles and waves to the still cheering crowd before putting both of their mics back and jumping off the stage. They make their way back to the bar where Chloe rolls her eyes but looks impressed. Beca sits down opposite the ginger and the other brunette-Emily-resumes her seat. She gets caught off guard when something cold hits her hand and looks down to see Chloe retract her hand from pushing a drink into her. She brings her gaze up to her eyes and then back down to the drink. It takes a second for her brain to register. Chloe had made her the Massacre that she asked for. Once her brain was caught up, she heard the end of something Emily was saying.

"-absolutly amazing." She picked up the drink and sipped it slowly, looking from Emily to Chloe and back again.

"I'm sorry, what?" She asked.

"Emily here was just gushing about your spontaneous performance." Chloe filled her in.

"Mmm thanks Red." She nodded. It was just then when Stacie tossed her apron and decided to come over.

"That was some serious rapping Mitchell." She smiled, leaning against the counter. She smiled back and noticed the girl holding a drink herself.

"Whatcha got there Legs?" She asked, pointing her head at the cocktail. "You know you aren't supposed to drink on the job right?" She mused.

"It's not for me!" Stacie feigned shock at the accusation. "I brought it for this girl over here," She turned to Emily. "She finished her last drink a little while ago. It looked a little light, so I mixed her something myself." She explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, holding the drink out for her to take.

"Oh, um, th-thank you?" She stuttered. Beca chuckled as she looked down at the concoction.

"Emily just turned 21, that was her first drink Stacie." She rolled her eyes and took the drink from the younger of the two, "She needs something lighter." She put the drink down and searched the bar with her eyes before going back behind it. Chloe and Stacie let her pass and she fixed up two Strawberry Margarita Spritzers. She checked the time and frowned. "Hey guys?" She called and they all turned to her "Twenty minutes to closing." Chloe nodded and Stacie sighed, so she went back around with the two others, leaving Lilly, Jesse and Benji behind the bar. She passed Chloe and Emily the drinks before grabbing her own, and they all decided to find a table.

"So, I don't know about the rest of you," Chloe paused "but I think we need to get to know this little singer here a little better." Beca nodded and Stacie shrugged so they decided to do it.

"Alright, well first of all, names." Stacie said.

"Actually, I already know all of your names." They looked surprised so she filled them in. "You've all said them today." She pointed at Chloe "You're Chloe," then Beca, "Beca," then finally Stacie, "and Stacie." Beca smiled, mildly impressed.

"Okay, then... ages?" She suggested and they rolled with it. In the minutes before closing, they managed to learn that Emily is from Columbus, Ohio, that she goes to their old college, Barden University, and is studying psychology, and that she writes music. When they closed, Stacie's girlfriend, Aubrey, came to pick her up and the three others decided to walk. Chloe and Beca share an apartment, so they walk together. Emily also lives the same way, so they walk together.

"Sooo..." Emily says after a long pause. "How long have you guys been together?" Beca is taken aback by the question and she has to stop walking. Sure, people have assumed they were together before, but it just felt so weird when Emily said it. Chloe, for her part, had just started laughing. Emily seemed confused by this reaction, so Beca clarified.

"We aren't dating." She said simply. For some reason, she thought she saw something flicker in the taller girls eyes but it was soon gone.

"Oh my stars I am so sorry I just thought-" She was cut off by Beca again.

"Dude, it's okay." She smiled and that seemed to ease some of her tension. Chloe had joined them by now, and she slung an arm around Beca's shoulders.

"We're just best friends." She says at the same time as Beca shrugs her arm off of her shoulders.

"Yeah, something like that." But she smiles anyway. Emily nods and resumes walking. They're quick to follow her and continue to chat like that for a bit before Beca suddenly inturuppts.

"Not that I would be opposed to that." Emily looks at her strange and Chloe breaks off so she adds "Being in a relationship with Chloe, I mean."

"Oh." Emily says and she decides to clarify.

"I mean, I'm not into you-no offense-but I am into women. Like, in general." She straightens her back, suddenly uncomfortable and luckily they're all too intoxicated to notice. Suddenly, she has the urge to stop walking and so she does. They both stop shortly after and turn back to look at her. Chloe gives her a strange look but she ignores the red head and goes straight towards Emily. She surges up on her tiptoes and grabs the back of her neck, bringing her in for a searing kiss. It's quickly reciprocated and Emily grabs her hips to steady herself. She can feel herself smiling into the kiss but she doesn't care. It's only after neither of them can breathe that they finally break it. She presses her forehead against that of the other girl and keeps her eyes closed, panting.

"My god, get a room."

Okay I worked so hard on that so I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send me prompts, they are always welcome and have a lovely day :)

[littleli0nheart]

an insecure!chloe bechloe drabble

Chloe runs her hands across her stomach, down the front of her uniform. She pauses when she catches Beca’s eye in the mirror.

“Chloe...” Beca starts, and Chloe quickly drops her hands to her sides.

“I was just, um...”

“You look great, Chlo.” Beca assures her when Chloe tries to play it off like she wasn’t just critiquing her appearance.

“I know,” she winks, flashing her a smile, but it’s not quite as bright as it should be.

Beca knows Chloe. Knows her too well by now. She knows her history, knows what makes her tick.

And Beca’s also not dumb. She knows Chloe well enough to know when she’s stressed, and when Chloe’s stressed, that little voice in her head pops up and tries to pick apart every insecurity to use them to its advantage; to try convince her of things that are far from the truth. And that’s where Beca tries to step in.

Because self-affirmations are great and important, but sometimes you just need to hear the words from someone else.

Beca raises an eyebrow giving her a look that says she doesn’t buy it, and Chloe drops the act with a sigh. “Just... noticing some things.” She shakes her head dismissively, grabbing her blazer from the closet and pulling it on.

Beca sits on the edge of the bed, while the redhead finishes getting ready. “What things?” She gently prods.

“Just that... I’ve been so busy with everything and stressed out waiting to hear back from that stupid vet school that I’ve had no time to work on myself since we’ve been here. I’ve gained a lot of weight this year and I need to find a gym and start working out again. This Bella uniform used to feel like a second skin to me and now it feels like a sausage casing!”

“Chloe.” Beca says, arm reaching out to stop the woman’s pacing. “Look at me.”

Chloe is pulled down into the spot next to Beca. She looks over at the brunette.

“We’re 25. (Well technically Chloe’s 28, but that’s beside the point) Nothing is going to fit any of us the same way it did in college.”

“I know.” Chloe frowns slightly, biting her lip.

“And you were still in recovery, so gaining weight was good, Chlo. Also the amount of cardio we did back then was probably borderline unhealthy, until we took over...” Beca makes a face at the mentioning of her least favorite part about being a Bella.

“I knowww...”

There’s a pause, but Chloe already knows where this is going.

“Have you been—“

“Yes, Beca, I’ve been eating!” Chloe snaps, before instantly regretting it. “I’m sorry. I just, I know everyone’s mind goes there, and I’m not dumb. I know better than to give into behaviors by now and I know how to take care of myself.”

“I know,” Beca tells her sincerely. And she does know. “You’re strong as hell Chloe Beale, I just want you to know you’re not alone.”

“I know, Bec.” Chloe leans her head against Beca’s shoulder, and the smaller girl wraps an arm around her. “You’re my biggest supporter. The negative voice in my head is mean and sounds like a lot of lies, but my self-love voice sounds a lot like yours.”

Beca’s heart swells at the admission and she smiles, pulling Chloe into an actual hug. Chloe smiles too, because although it’s brief, she has learned to appreciate any hug that Beca willingly gives. (Which is surprisingly more often than you’d think.)

“You ready to go meet up with the other girls?” Beca says, handing Chloe her Bella scarf.

Chloe take a deep breath. “Yeah,” she nods. “Okay, let’s do this.”

“Totes.” Beca says in her best ‘Chloe impression’. She receives a smack in the gut in retaliation, but earns her ears their favorite sound - a genuine laugh from the redhead herself.

Chloe rolls her eyes as she pulls Beca to her feet and out the door of the apartment.

[undersummerskyy]

Bechloe one-shot

I was going to write a really short Bechloe one-shot but it turned into this whole 3000 words of fluff thing and I don’t even know. Enjoy! 

Chloe loves to cuddle. Because, of course, she does. It isn’t really surprising; the redhead was known for startling her friends – mostly Beca – by wrapping her arms around them at the most unexpected times. It wasn’t quick either, Chloe would hug you and pull you as close as possible until it was almost hard to breathe. It scared Beca in the beginning. She’d had friends before, although not many, and knew that girls could sometimes get a little touchy-feely. So yes, she had had friends who would hug her, and she got used to the occasional ‘haven’t-seen-each-other-in-a-while’ hug, which was mostly just one arm wrapped around her waist and sometimes a quick press of lips against her cheek.

This was different though, Chloe was different. The first time it happened was the day Beca got bailed out of jail and she’d just had a rough fight with her father in the car. She was ready to go to bed and just forget everything. Forget the Bellas, forget about her dad, forget stupid fucking Jesse, just... forget it all. She should never have tried caring in the first place. But then, she’d walked through her door and there they were, waiting for her. It had surprised her. 

“You guys waited up for me?” She had asked, not being able to stop the smile from forming on her face. It’s hard to maintain a badass attitude when you’re exhausted.

“Of course we waited up for you.” Chloe answered, and Beca remembers seeing her lean forward in her seat, as if she was about to get up and walk over, but then her stupid roommate had interrupted them and the ‘moment’ or .. ugh.. whatever it was, had been ruined.

Later that night, after Aubrey had finished her ‘emergency Bella meeting’ and told them to all be at rehearsals the next day, 8 am sharp, they all left. Well, everyone except for Chloe.

Beca was fidgeting in her seat, aware of how close Chloe was standing next to her.

“I’m really sorry about tonight.” Chloe had said, then reached over and squeezed her shoulder briefly. “That we weren’t there for you, I mean.”

“I’m sorry too.” Beca replied, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I thought it looked pretty badass.” Chloe said with a smile on her face and her eyes big and bright.

Beca awkwardly laughed at that. “Oh, well.. thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome.” She said it with the biggest smile on her face, only making Beca more uncomfortable.

“Well, I’ll just see you tomorrow then.” Beca then said, it wasn’t that she wanted to get rid of the other girl, she just didn’t really have anything else to say.

“Yes! Of course.” Chloe answered, walking over towards the door of Beca’s dorm room. Beca followed behind and opened up the door for the other girl.

“Once again,” the older girl said just as she was about to walk away, “I’m really sorry about not being there. I wanted to go to the station but Jesse stopped me. Makes sense actually, you probably wanted your boyfriend to be there instead of me.”  

“Jesse’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh, okay, because Aubrey-“

“Yeah well, Aubrey is wrong about a lot of things.”

Chloe just smiled in response. Suddenly she was moving closer, and before Beca fully realized what was happening the other girl had wrapped her arms around her. Beca stood still for a second, surprised by the sudden move, then awkwardly brought one hand up to pat Chloe on the shoulder. She’d done this to her parents and usually, they’d back off and give her a tight smile. Chloe, however, just moved in closer. She pulled Beca flush against her, her hands on the other girls lower back, and Beca could practically feel her smiling against the side of her cheek. It was.. oddly nice. Beca finally stopped patting the redhead’s shoulder and just let her hand rest there, the other one still hanging loosely by her side.

Finally, Chloe pulled back, a big smile on her face. “Well, goodnight Beca.”

“Goodnight.” She’d whispered in response, not fully trusting her voice at that moment.

That moment was over five years ago.

Beca couldn’t believe it. Time was going by too fast.

She still often feels like that girl, but she also knows and sees in herself how much she has changed. She’s still badass, because of course, she’s Beca effin Mitchell after all, but she’ll allow herself the occasional smile. She lets her friends in too. Not all the time, but she trusts these girls, trusts them more than anything in life.

She’s living in Brooklyn, sharing a tiny apartment with Chloe and Amy. It’s not as bad as she thought it would be. The old Beca would never have done it, wouldn’t have even thought about it. She needs her space, craves time alone to recharge. But Beca™ kind of likes having her friends around. It’s nice to come home after a long day and find her friends sitting around their small table, clearly waiting for her to start dinner even though it’s late and they are probably starving. What’s nice as well is that every morning she wakes up and there’s a steaming cup of coffee sitting on her nightstand, courtesy of Chloe, who gets up a couple of hours before her every day.

It’s less nice that nobody likes cleaning, and that Amy likes to throw her stuff everywhere. It’s also not great that there are only two beds.

Not that she hates it, quite the opposite in fact.

Sharing a bed with Chloe Beale has been... eventful... to say the least.

First of all, she hogs the covers, like... all the time. And Beca gets really cold. She’s tiny, okay?! She likes wrapping herself up in blankets and being all warm but now she’ll usually wake up in the middle of the night, discovering that she has about 1% of the covers, and Chloe has the rest.

Secondly, Chloe is, well, Chloe. She tells you about her day in a whispered voice, offers to give you back massages like all the time (which Beca never accepts of course, but sometimes she gets close to saying yes and she’s afraid that one day she might). Chloe pokes her when she’s about to fall asleep and giggles when Beca stares at her as if she still is that girl Chloe met a little over five years ago. She also tells Beca about her dreams in detail every single day, because of course, she does.

But the absolute worst thing? Chloe loves to cuddle.

The first time it happened was by accident. Beca had been awake - and fucking freezing, thank you very much – when Chloe rolled over in her sleep (dragging all of the 99% of the covers with her) and had wrapped herself around Beca like she was some kind of koala.

It was kind of cute really.

Beca froze at first, but was honestly just relieved to have some of the covers back, plus it was Chloe, and Chloe hugged her all the time. She should be getting used to this right? Her heart shouldn’t be pounding. Yet it was.

After that day, it became kind of regular. The redhead would roll over in the middle of the night and they would cuddle. In the beginning, Beca would just lay still, not wanting to wake the other woman up, but after a while, she figured that moving her arm from underneath her to wrap it around the redhead wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, right? Right..

So far, they haven’t talked about it. Beca can feel Chloe untangling herself from her in the morning, and sometimes she swears she can just feel the redhead’s gaze on her, as if she doesn’t want to move away from her.

It’s been going on for a couple of months now. Or well, had. They just got back from their USO tour and suddenly everything is weird. Like, weirder than fat Amy. Which is a lot.

Beca knows she’s got a crush on Chloe. She’s known for a long time. It’s part of the reason why she hated the cuddling so much in the beginning. Like eating ice cream when you’re lactose intolerant, it just makes the ice cream taste so much better. She always thought it didn’t mean anything though, like it was just a thing they did because they’re good friends and Chloe’s just like that. But now, now she’s not so sure anymore. Chloe had kissed Chicago… and now everything was different.

But Beca was freezing. It was cold in their small apartment and Chloe had stolen the covers from her. She was sad and cold and upset and just in an ‘old Beca’ mood. Part of her wanted to storm out, find Chicago and punch him for ruining whatever it was that was between them. But that wouldn’t make sense. Again, the new Beca was really taking over her life here. Which is exactly why she did the following.

The brunette scooted closer towards Chloe and sat up a little so that she could stare down at her. She’d never in their entire friendship initiated any kind of contact besides a ‘super-quick-does-it-even-count’ hug when she’s feeling extra happy, or well.. drunk. Or both.

Anyways, here she was, staring down at her friend. Chloe looked so peaceful, she almost wanted to give up and just embrace the coldness. Almost.

“Chloe.” She whispers then, not wanting to wake up the other girl in the room with them.

“Chlo.” She tries again, pushing a little on her shoulder. The other girl starts to stir and turns around slowly, now laying on her back facing Beca. Her eyes are still closed but she’s definitely waking up now.

“Bec? You okay?” She mumbles, sleep dripping from her voice.

“Uh..” Be brave, Beca, she thinks, “I’m kinda cold.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Chloe responds, opening her eyes a little to see what’s going on. She looks down, noticing how she has all the covers and unwraps them from around herself. She pushes them towards Beca and rolls back, facing the other way.

Beca just sits there, holding the covers. She really thought this was going to go differently. Shit. She stays quiet for a full two minutes, contemplating if she should ask or just go to sleep. She knows Chloe is still awake, her breathing hasn’t evened out yet.

“I’m still cold.” She says then, cursing herself for not being able to keep her voice steady.

Chloe sighs deeply, like she’s tired. Well, she obviously is, because it’s freaking 4:12 AM, but like a different kind of tired.  

“Do something about it then.” The redhead finally responds, her voice all low and absolutely beautiful.

Beca was quiet for a bit. “What? Like, run some laps or whatever?”

“Beca.” Chloe just says. But it’s enough. She understands.

The younger girl lets herself sink further under the covers, takes a deep breath and then scoots forward, closer towards Chloe, until she’s pressed up fully against her. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest because this is so different than anything they’ve done before. They’re spooning, like actually spooning. Beca tentatively wraps her arm around the other girl’s waist, noticing how Chloe sighs deeply, contently, and pushes herself even closer. Beca’s asleep within minutes.

They don’t talk about it the next day.

Chloe doesn’t move over towards her side when they’re in bed. She just turns around again and mumbles a ‘goodnight’ to Beca. No story, no poking, nothing.

She’s a little disappointed.

When she wakes up cold in the night she doesn’t hesitate this time. She’s cold and so tired that she doesn’t have the energy to care. She pulls the blankets up and slides in behind Chloe, confidently pulling the other girl against her. She stirs a little, and Beca swears she can see a small smile on her face. 

They’re a little tipsy. Not drunk, because they’re getting a little old for that shit, but tipsy for sure. They’re stumbling into the apartment, having just come back from a night out with the girls. It’s been 5 months since they got back from the tour now and a little over three weeks since Beca and Chloe last hugged. Chloe hasn’t been hogging the covers because the weather has been better and Beca feels weird doing it now. Plus, Chloe has Chicago, right? She’s not even sure. She hasn’t asked. She knows that makes her a horrible friend, but she’s never really been that girl anyways, the one who talks about boys and braids hair, so she figures Chloe can forgive her for not asking.

They stumble to the bed, trying to get rid of their clothes and put on their pajamas. Amy is still out, so at least they don’t have to worry about waking her up. Finally, after a bit of a struggle and a lot of giggling from Chloe, they’re in bed.

“Chloe. Chlo. Chlo.” Beca says, grinning widely.

“Oh my god, yes. What is it?” The other girl responds, rolling over to face her friend.

“Hugs.” Beca says, opening her arms and smiling at the redhead.

For a second she has a look on her face, like she’s trying to stop herself for whatever reason, but then she’s grinning widely and wrapping her arms around Beca in a way that she hasn’t done in a long time. Like she just decided not to care or whatever.

It’s an awkward position, with both of them laying on their side and stuff, but she’s not about to pull away. She’s missed this, missed feeling like she was the most important person in Chloe’s life. She knows that’s selfish, but she can’t help it. The redhead squeezes her even tighter for a second, then complains that her arm is getting tired and pulls back a little. Beca actually pouts.. like… what has she become?

They’re laying face to face now, and it reminds her of hood night, all those years ago. It makes her chuckle.

“What?” Chloe asks, clearly confused.

“Just…” Beca responds, then leans her forehead against Chloe's “I think that we’re gonna be really fast friends.”

Chloe laughs softly. “Just when I thought you were becoming all nice and stuff.”

Beca ignores the comment, and instead glances down at Chloe’s lips. “I thought that you were going to kiss me.”

“Sorry?”

“That night, I thought you were going to kiss me.”

It’s quiet for a few seconds, and Beca thinks that maybe Chloe’s falling asleep, or just decided to ignore it. She hates herself for saying it now.

“I was, at first.” She suddenly says, causing Beca’s eyes to widen.

“Uh-Wha-How-Why?” She stutters.

Chloe smiles. “You ask too many questions. I don’t know, I uh- I guess I just wanted to. I changed my mind though.”

Beca takes a deep breath, now avoiding the redhead’s eyes. The alcohol is giving her the courage she needs and she pushes herself to say: “I wish you had.”

Chloe seems taken aback by that, pulling away a little and looking into Beca’s eyes. Her eyes shift then, landing on her lips. “Do you- do you still want to?”

“I uh-“

“Oh.” Chloe responds, as if she’s got her answer.

“Chloe, let me talk. I do want to but uh- I uh- this is hard.”

“It’s really not.”

She pushes forward then, pressing their lips together. Beca gets lost in the feeling for a minute. Chloe’s lips move against her, closed and so so soft. It takes everything in her to push the other girl away softly.

“Wait. Please.”

Chloe just stares at her, confused but giving her time to think. 

“I don’t want to experiment. Or whatever.”

“Why are you saying that?”

“The lodge? You mentioned-“

“Oh, right. I had forgotten about that.”

Beca chuckles. “I haven’t. Kinda haven’t stopped thinking about it.” She blushes then, realizing that she probably shouldn’t have said that. “Point is, I don’t want something like that. I uh- I really like you, Chloe, like really. I do want to kiss you, but if you’re just doing this because you’re drunk or want to have fun, or you know, experiment, then I can’t do it.”

She looks down at her own hands beneath the covers, laying close to one of Chloe’s. “I can’t do it. It’ll break me.”

“Becs.” She says, tilting the other girls chin up. “I really really like you too, okay? I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time. So can I, please?”

She wants to say yes, but there’s still something bothering him. “What about Chicago, aren’t you two…?”

“We were never anything. He was just.. fun.. I don’t know. I guess I thought that maybe if I pretended to like him I actually would and then I could just get over you. It didn’t work, and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“For hurting you, for being stupid. I just- I never know with you, Beca. You’re so closed off.”

“I’m working on it.” 

“I know, softy.” 

“Hey!” She says, smiling, then turns serious, “Is that why you were suddenly pulling away from me, by the way? Not uh- hugging me and stuff?”

Chloe nods. “It was too much.”

“Like ice cream, huh?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“When you’re lactose intolerant.”

“You’re weird.”

“Well, you’re weirder, and I would really like to kiss you now.”

Chloe chuckles and wraps a hand around Beca’s neck to pull her closer. Their lips meet and the brunette can’t help but moan into the kiss instantly, so glad that this is finally happening. Eventually, Chloe’s tongue traces her bottom lip and she gasps into the kiss, opening her mouth. The older woman uses the moment to slide her tongue into Beca’s mouth, deepening the kiss. They’re both moaning now, Chloe’s hands sliding underneath Beca’s pajama top to trace her stomach muscles. The other girl smiles into the kiss, then rolls them both over so that she’s on top of Chloe now. She slides her own hands under Chloe’s shirt and up until they reach her bra. She moves her lips away from her mouth to nip at her neck. She pulls back a little as her hand slides even higher.

“Is this too fast?” She asks, a little breathless.

“Becs, it’s been five years. I think we’ve waited long enough for each other.”

[itshouldvebeenme30]

Stuck with You ||18+||

Pairing/s: College AU Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Genre: ||MINORS DNI|| explicit language, smut, mentions of voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, filth, fluff

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: This one was inspired by a bechloe fic that I could read over again entitled 'Desperate Measures' on Ao3. Check it out babes.

Main Masterlist:

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Natasha clumsily threw the book on the other side of the couch as she sighed for the nth time. She leaned back on the couch, closing her eyes to keep her frustrations at bay. When she feels the couch dip alongside her, her mouth curves upward slightly.

"What did that poor book do to you?" You lightly mused while offering her your freshly brewed coffee. She gladly accepted it and couldn't contain the moan that escaped her lips when she took a sip. The tinge on your cheek didn't go unnoticed by her. She grinned, knowing that she had that effect on you.

"Y/n, how are you not going nuts after over two weeks of forced isolation? I mean, how do you do it? I think I'm gonna combust from boredom any minute now." She exaggeratedly whines like a child. She may be whining, but she's actually relieved to have been stuck with you during the quarantine. But at the same time, she's not. Being stuck with your best friend is good, but being stuck with that best friend she's harboring a crush for some time now is bad.

"Are you saying you're bored of me now, Romanoff? I'm deeply hurt." You clutch your chest for some dramatic effect, but deep down, you're sad that she thinks that way. But you do understand her. While you're a certified homebody and isolating is not a big deal to you, Natasha isn't. She likes going out, and her favorite thing to do is drag you along, making sure to keep your social life in check.

"Noooo, you know what I mean." You let out a giggle when she pouted. Outside, she claims to be a meanie and a badass, but you know that she's a big softie on the inside. She'll strangle you if you ever call her that, though. You feigned innocence and asked what she meant by that.

An idea popped into the redhead's mind when she saw your teasing smile. If she's going to be alone with you for an unknown period of time, she might as well make the most of it by taking her shot with you.

"I'm in desperate need of physical attention, Y/n. Come here, snuggle with me." You hesitated for a bit, but when you saw her hopeful glance at you, you relented eventually. You come between her open arms and place your head on her shoulder, feeling her arms tighten around you.

Natasha sighed contentedly and couldn't contain the smile making its way across her face. Being stuck with you is definitely not a bad thing, after all.

~~

Natasha's getting antsy. One of the disadvantages of being quarantined in one place with somebody is not having any privacy at all. The small apartment complex is partly blamed for that. It left her with little to no opportunities to tend to her own sexual needs. Watching you deeply focused on your book, your lips between your teeth, and your neck on display since you opted to wear your hair in a messy bun does nothing to alleviate the unbearable heat in her core.

She decided that watching you is much more interesting than Bond getting it on, so she left the movie on the screen unattended. She despised him at that moment.

"You know, if you don't want to watch your movie, we can go to bed together," you said, placing the bookmark on the same page you'd been staring at for the past five minutes since you could feel her staring at you, distracting you.

"My, my. At least take the girl out for a dinner first." She caught the pillow being thrown at her, allowing herself to laugh at your flustered state. You simply rolled your eyes at her and walked over to your own bed. It's the least you can do for your poor heart, which is pounding in your chest like crazy. Natasha has been flirting with you a lot lately, which has just intensified your attraction to her.

"I'm scared, Y/n. Can I sleep beside you?" She followed you and fluttered her eyelashes at you.

"Err, I'm just a meter away from you Nat."

"You bed is nicer."

"We have the same bed."

"I like your smell."

"But I smell-"

"I wanna cuddle with you! Jesus, Y/n." You find it amusing that Natasha appears to be desperate. You lightly giggle before motioning her to join you. She gleefully joins you under the covers. You let her spoon you as her arms wrapped around your torso. She's also quite clingy these days.

"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" You wiggled out of her hold to look at her as if she's insane.

"What the hell, Natasha?" She just casually shrugged at you and looked towards the ceiling.

"You know, like in bed. Sex." Being in bed with the person she's attracted to made Natasha hella horny, plus the added sexual frustration she's been having lately. She tries to quell her thoughts but fails.

"I know what it is, Natasha. I mean, why are you asking me this?"

"Why not? It just came on my mind, and no judgements here." She turned to look at you and you can't help but shy away from her gaze.

You let out a sigh, trying to gather the courage to answer her.

"I let... someone tie me up and blindfold me once." You finally answered after a beat of silence.

"Oh. Did you like it?" Natasha is intrigued, setting aside the jealousy of knowing that someone had done that with you.

"Y-yeah. It was... nice, I guess." You clear your throat. "What about you?" Natasha is pleasantly surprised that you returned the question.

"I like being tied up, too." Her fingers fiddled the hem of her shirt. "But I like doing the tying up more."

You swallowed audibly. "Uhm, that's cool."

"Yeah." Sleep is the furthest thing on her mind now. "I've always wanted to try spanking. Not like bent over the knee, counting them off kind of spanking. But I can be open for that."

"Oh my god. Good night, Natasha." You turn to your side, feeling hot already.

"I'm bored. Tell me something you want to try. Ooh, I bet you'd like to try spanking, too." She's amused by your bashfulness and she makes no attempt to stop her questions at all. "But you're totally the one getting spanked."

"I'm too sober for this." You tried to get up, but her arm snaked back to your waist, holding you in place. She's much stronger than you, that's for sure.

"Oh, come on. We're both adults. Just answer the question." Her breath is dangerously close to your neck. You shudder lightly at the feeling and Natasha notices this, of course. She's holding you for goodness sake.

"Okay, fine. Yes. You're right." You lie down again, troubled by the fact that she's pressed against your back with a flimsy t-shirt she took from you, and it's apparent she's not wearing her bra. You feel her adjusting beside you, also.

"What about role-play?"

"... Yeah."

"What kind?"

"I don't know... like student-teacher kind of."

"You're definitely the student."

"Seriously? Why are you always implying that I'm a bottom?"

"You're not?" A small laugh escaped her lips when you just grumbled in annoyance. Is it a crime to enjoy being the bottom most of the time?

"What's your favorite position?" If Natasha intends to kill you, she's definitely succeeding.

"You're really bored out of your mind, aren't you? I'm not gonna answer that." You hear her protest before giving up. "Jesus, Nat, you're relentless. I like it from behind, okay?" You managed to squeak.

"I figure." You could see her taunting smile when she said that.

"Are you making fun of me? Why the hell am I confessing everything?"

"I'm sorry, I promise I'm not." She's still giggling, but you're not that mad. The predicament you're both in is amusing in itself. "I like it when a girl rides me. Strap, fingers, my face."

"Okay." You gulp.

"I like my hair being pulled."

"Didn't ask for that."

"I like being watched."

"Too much info, Nat." 

"I had a three-way twice." You can't help the image that is conjured in your head as she vividly explains to you how it happened and what happened. You're too stunned to make a sound as she's not stopping describing how it went.

"Okay! I get it!" You grab the pillow next to you and try to hide your face behind it. Natasha just yanks it out of you while teasing your reddened face.

"You're too tense, babe. When's the last time you relieved yourself?" You slightly shift as your underwear is uncomfortably slicked from your arousal. Natasha, on the other hand, is itching for some relief too.

"Why does it sounds like peeing or something?" You chuckle nervously, wanting to disappear from this conversation.

"Don't tell me, you're into piss kink also?"

You just let out a long, irritated sigh. 

"You're too gullible, detka. You know..." You feel yourself panic at the nickname. You try to mask it but inevitably fails.

"What? What's with that tone, Romanoff?"

"I have no idea what you mean," Natasha turns sideways to look at you, her fingertips ghosting above your arm, leaving goosebumps behind. "Since we're stuck in here for however that long, and we're never alone to... find some sexual relief-"

"I don't like where this is going." You loudly groaned and swat Natasha's fingers away as it tingles.

"As I was saying, we're both adults and friends right? And we're stuck in here for however how long, and we have needs. Well, I know I have needs-"

"I have needs," You interject. Natasha just raised her eyebrow and grinned in mischief.

"We have needs. And talking about this stuff got me all riled up-"

"Oh, it did?" You closed your eyes to gather your thoughts. Which only consists of not so innocent thoughts of your best friend beside you.

"Yeah, what about you?"

"Uh, yeah. Kinda hard not to." Natasha could feel her heart pounding fast. You just admitted you're turned on. Right now. In bed. With her.

Every day, she exudes the appropriate amount of confidence, yet she is nervous right now. She licked her chapped lips, mustering the courage to ask you a question that might change your established relationship together.

"Do you want to touch yourself?"

The agonizingly long silence is very telling.

"If it's okay with you, I'd like to touch myself right now."

"How is that not weird?" You choke back.

"It's not. Who says it's weird?"

"Society."

"Society has crumbled."

You uncharacteristically let out a snort and laugh at that. She joins you.

"Besides, we're the only people who will know. If you think about it, it's kind of sexy." All she can do is wait for your response. She's on thin ice as it is so she's not gonna push it.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Romanoff. I can't believe we're having this conversation." She just raised her perfectly trimmed eyebrow at you.

"When's the last time you did it?"

"Natasha!"

"Oh please, don't be such a prude. But seriously, I'm so horny right now, I-"

"Stop!" You shove a pillow towards her to shut her up but it only made her laugh harder. "If I let you with your much needed privacy, will you please stop? I don't think I can handle this  anymore." You make a move to leave but her hand grabs your arm once more.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna stand outside the hall, pretend that I don't exist so you could uhm, you know." You make a motion with your hand awkwardly. You're pretty sure your face is as red as a tomato now.

"Stay, please?"

"What?" 

"Remember how I said I like being watched?"

"Nat-"

"Come on, it'll be pretty fun. I don't mind." This isn't how you imagined the night was going between you two. "You can do nothing at all. I just... need you close." You have a battle going on in your mind right now, but you eventually give in when you hear her soft plea.

Natasha was thrilled when you shifted your position beside her, but unfortunately, you closed your eyes. Having you this close is already fine with her. A sigh escaped from her lips when she slipped her hand down the front of her shorts, finding herself really wet.

"So, how's this- Oh my god, you're doing it." She couldn't help but whimper and close her eyes in response to her unexpected sensitivity and the feeling of your gaze on her. Her breathing becomes erratic as she slowly tease her own self. Her other hand finds its way where her pebbled nipples are, chest heaving when she starts playing with it. 

It was impossible to look away from your best friend as she played with herself right in front of you. Natasha's mouth is agape, back arching as she plunges a finger inside of her. You stifled a moan at the sight, but it came out as a whimper that Natasha barely noticed. 

You strongly felt the urge to touch yourself, but you let Natasha have her own moment, so you opted to grip the mattress tightly to suppress the need. Your throat dries as you continue to watch her movements go faster and sloppier, and her moans get louder. 

"F-fuck, Y/n... I'm so c-close..." Natasha wants to come. She wants to come badly, but something is missing. It was as if a sense of her need washed over you, so you got closer until your chest was pressed against her side and you held her hand that was under her shorts. To say Natasha's surprised is an understatement, and she's about to remove her own hand, thinking that you wanted to replace it with yours.

"Don't. Keep going." She whines and moans incoherently at the added pressure of your hand against her core. 

"That's it. Come, pretty girl." It sets Natasha off like a bolt of lightning. Her climax hits her fully, and she moans your name at full-volume, shuddering at the intensity of it.

She tries to catch her breath, but you remove her soaked fingers and bring them into your mouth, cleaning them off. The sight nearly made her come again.

"You taste so good, Natty." 

She wasn't sure who initiated it at first, but your lips connected, teeth clashing in the process as you made out eagerly and sloppily. She shifts to straddle you and removes her shirt, exposing her perky breasts. She looks ethereal on top of you, and you can't help but run your tongue over your lips, clearly enjoying the view.

"See something you like?" Words got caught in your throat, so you could only nod at her. She just cutely giggles at you and peppers your face with little kisses. You pushed her lightly to remove your own top, and you met her hungry gaze directed at your exposed chest. 

"God, you're so hot." She attacks your neck, nipping and leaving bruises behind. Her kisses continue to travel below until you feel her hot mouth on your boob. You hissed when her teeth grazed on your sensitive nipple and she tugs it in between, pulling and licking while her other hand squeezes your other breast. Your hand tangles her hair and tugs it a little as you writhe beneath her.

"Fuck, do it again. Harder." You heed her plea and she moans loudly against your chest. 

"N-nat... Please." You can't take it anymore. The need becomes unbearable as she continues to tease both of your boobs.

"What is it, detka? Do you need something?" You whined at her teasing tone and pushed her head lower, silently telling her what you needed.

"Use your words, detka. Or I'll stop." Natasha warns, but in reality, she's not going to stop until she makes you entirely hers and at her mercy.

"Please, just fuck me already." She lightly laughs, but yanks your remaining clothing afterward. She holds your legs open when you unconsciously close them a little, embarrassed by how drenched you have become.

"Don't be shy now, you look beautiful." She didn't wait for your response as she attaches her mouth on your sex. You mumble a series of curses as she runs her tongue up and down, lapping you vigorously. Your back arches in response to the sensation, and you tighten your grip on Natasha's hair as she unexpectedly sucks on your clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You start to tense as your climax nears, but Natasha's mouth suddenly detaches from you. With your hazy mind, you frustratingly look down to see Natasha smugly smiling at you.

"Wha- " A scream tears from your throat as she suddenly plunges two fingers into you. Her movements are unforgiving, hard and fast. She curls her fingers inside, and you can't help but moan and chant her name loudly as she sucks your clit harder while simultaneously fucking you. The bed squeaks from the action.

Natasha grabs your breast in her other hand and watches her fingers disappear into you, completely mesmerized by how you are taking her. Your walls tightened against her fingers, making it difficult to move, so she drove them deeper and made the come hither motion over and over again.

"Come, detka. It's okay." It didn't take long for your climax to come, back arching while Natasha lightly hisses when your hand finds its way to grip her hair tightly again. As your climax starts to subside, you hear her coo and whisper praises on your side.

Natasha slowly removed her fingers from you, and you couldn't help but whine at the loss. She grabs the blanket to drape it over your bodies and takes you in her arms, which you immediately oblige despite your haziness.

"That... that happened." You managed to croak out, voice coming out slightly hoarse.

"Did you... not like it?" You turn to look at her and saw the vulnerability in her look, which is unusual coming from the redhead. You take her face on your hands and look directly in her eyes. 

"You made me feel so good that I can barely speak now and you're asking if I did not like it? I'll gladly show you again how much I enjoyed it if I could only feel my legs again." You both giggle at that.

"I'm hoping this isn't a one-time thing? Because I have liked you since way before this."  You feel extremely happy at her confession because it goes the same thing for you. Before you could even reply, she adds. "It will suck to not be able to do that again if we cannot leave this place. You have no idea how often I think of bending you over- " You groaned and turned away, pressing your back against her.

"Why are you like this?" She just laughed before spooning you.

Natasha really knew how to push your buttons, and she grabbed this perfect opportunity by popping her hips towards your ass, "From behind, huh?"

Her forceful grip on your waist was the only thing that kept you from running across the room. She kept on laughing as you struggle for awhile before going limp from exhaustion.

"Go to sleep, Romanoff." 

She kisses your head and mutters a good night against your hair, her smile not leaving her face as she closes her eyes. Natasha finally has you in her arms like this. 

Taglist: @sayah13 @iliketozoneout

A/N: I suck at this.

[theatregorl]

Hey guys I do edits now, so feel free to request any!

Here are the rules: you can request ships, friendships, sibling relationships, but I DO have the right to decline your request if it makes me uncomfortable

I’ll do any platonic ship

I’ll do them for the following fandoms (and ships):

The owl house

(Lumity, Raeda, Gustholemew, huntlow,)

Six the musical

(Aramour, Parrlyn, Katanna)

Hamilton

(Lams, hamliza, Jeggy, Madison x Jefferson (idk the ship name) and Marliza bc why not)

Riordanverse

“Percabeth, pipazel, fierrochase, Theyna, solangelo, Leo x Jason, ruegaurd)

Pitch perfect

(Bechloe, Beca x Jesse, Stacie x Aubrey, Fat Amy x bumper, Benji x Emily)

Mean girls (movie or musical)

(Cadnis, Gretchen x Karen, janis x Regina)

The mysterious Benedict society

(Kate x Martina)

Wicked

(Gelphie)

Anne of green Gables(specify which series)

(Anne x Gilbert, Anne x Diana)

We are the tigers

(Cheerwives, Farrah x chess, Kate x Eva, Clark x Annleigh)

Newsies

(Jatherine, Javey, sprace, newsbians, blush, (and any of the minor newsies ships that I forgot about)

Hadestown

(Orpheus x Euridice, hades x persephone)

The prom

(Greenlan)

Gravity falls

(Mabel x Pacifica)

And ANY platonic ship (for all of them)

Also if you want a specific audio with the edit let me know :)

Have a good day

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

I know, this took so long I'm soooo sorry... it's a long one though so I'm hoping that makes up for the long delay??? Anyhoo I don't think the next part will take AS long, I don't know if this fic will end up being three or four parts, it depends on how long it ends up being.

ALSO!!! I have rewritten what I wanted to with the beginning of the series, there's very minor changes in the from The Hunter through to where we are now, but there's some bigger changes in the very first fic that I hope you'll like!!

As always, thank you so much for all the lovely reviews and reblogs it means so much to me! 🥺🥺

Darkness Is All I Have Left

Chapter 2/3

Rating: T

Pairings: Bechloe, Staubrey

Summary: In the wake of Chloe's decision, Stacie and Aubrey struggle to keep what's left of the VH Inc intact long enough to help their friend and take Gail down. But without Beca, and with Gail wreaking havoc all over New York without any sign of stopping, can they do anything other than watch everything fall apart?

[pleaseactsurprisedxx]

1-4 for the writer meme thing

Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely? Hmm, I’m not really sure. I’m not one for self reflection. I guess if I had to choose it would be “Yeah, I’m Forever Yours” It was my first multi-chapter I ever started and I could probably write it a lot better now. 

Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to? Fuck dude right now it’s everything I try to write. But in general stuff with a lot of dance or action scenes. 

How would you describe your writing style? I guess I haven’t really thought about it. I guess fluffy would be a good adjective. 

Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them? I used OC’s in one of my bechloe stories but they were pretty minor. Only ones I have fleshed out enough for a story are the ones from my original story “Completely Normal” that I have been working on since I was like 20. It is coming of age/coming out story about two teenage girls in the south. One of which is a pastor’s daughter. They fall in love, and the pastor’s daughter gets sent to conversion therapy. 

[chloebeale]

for the domestic one: bechloe! if it's been done already, i'll cry i guess

who reaches out to new neighbors

they both do, but beca does it a little more begrudgingly than chloe. whenever someone new moves in, chloe goes all out to be a good, welcoming neighbor, and beca knows that whatever chloe buys/makes for them, she’s going to get roped into delivering alongside her. picture the telegrams scene from PP1, that’s beca just going along with it.

who remembers to buy healthy food

beca, especially after her music career takes off. she loves junk food, but she worries about not being able to maintain that specific hollywood image and gets a bit obsessive about healthy eating and working out. chloe supports her, but starts to worry that it’s getting a bit too much, so she makes a point of tracing her entire body with soft kisses when they’re in bed one night and tells beca how beautiful she is. (beca gets the message.)

who remembers to buy junk food

chloe, because she sees beca eyeing a frozen pizza when they’re grocery shopping and wants her to know that it’s okay to eat what she wants in moderation.

who fixes the oven when it breaks

beca tries, but she mostly just ends up making it worse. chloe humors her, before jumping in and fixing it herself. beca scoffs about it a bit but she secretly finds it super hot.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

chloe has a super strict schedule for plant watering and pet feeding. beca usually does the dog walking though, if they don’t do it together.

who wakes up earlier

chloe has always been a very early riser and beca never really understood it, but she kind of adjusted to her schedule over time. it helped when chloe started kissing her awake (see also: morning sex).

who makes the bed

beca, because she’s normally the last one out of it.

who makes the coffee

chloe, because she’s the first one out of bed and to the kitchen each morning.

who burns breakfast

neither, they’re both pretty good cooks. if beca ever does burn it though, she’s pretty mad at herself for it, but chloe eats it to make her feel better anyway.

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

with a kiss. they never leave without at least a quick peck beforehand. sometimes, if wherever they’re going isn’t something they need to get to urgently, the other one will make a point of kissing them a little longer until it eventually turns into something more.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

again with a kiss. always a kiss when they part, then another when they’re together again.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

beca. chloe brings them home occasionally, but beca knows chloe really loves receiving them, whereas beca can take or leave things like that. beca will bring chloe little gifts at least once a week.

who picks the movie for movie night

they decide together, but they never pay much attention to whatever they’re watching anyway. they’re too interested in each other (whether just talking throughout the whole movie or, y’know, other stuff).

their favorite kind of movie to watch

romcoms. beca never really liked them before chloe, but she can relate a bit better to them now, so she secretly enjoys them despite the fact that she’ll pretend to complain.

who first suggests a pillow fort

chloe. beca rolls her eyes but in a very fond way. the first time is actually a date idea (chloe’s idea). she sets up a pillow/blanket fort and brings in some snacks, and they sit and talk for hours until they eventually fall asleep together in their fort.

who builds the pillow fort

^ chloe. beca starts to surprise chloe with pillow forts after work sometimes too, though. they have a minor fight one time where they don’t really talk all day while they’re both busy being mad at the situation, but then chloe comes home from work to find beca sitting in a pillow fort and it’s really hard to stay mad any longer.

who tries to distract the other during the move

both. they are equally horny for each other.

who falls asleep first

they normally fall asleep around the same time. sometimes one of them will wake up during the night, then they’ll take comfort in how peaceful the other looks, curl into them, and fall asleep again quickly.

who is big spoon/little spoon

beca will insist she’s not always the little spoon, but even when it starts out with her big spooning, they always seem to move around during the night until they eventually wake up the next morning with chloe spooning beca.

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[beca-mitchell]

Hi! Hope your new school year is going well so far. Do you have any superhero and/or supernatural bechloe AU recommendations?? Thanks!

ok this is just to put it out there, but i would LOVE a The Boys au/adaptation into a Bechloe fic. Ahem. Go forth writers.

My favourite Marvel/MCU AU is by @perpetuallyfive. Her series, Some Assembly Required is so so so good and I adore it very much. The third installment is not yet complete but still absolutely worth a read if you like the MCU.

Here are a few others I recommend:

Radioactive

by asdfjkl  Summary: You know what sucks? Having superpowers and being recruited to save everyone’s sorry asses. You know what doesn’t suck? Getting to work with a pretty redhead with blue eyes and the ability to blow you sky-high. (And no, that is not a sexual innuendo, that is the God-given truth).

Tangled Webs

by @redlance (multi-chap, kind of) This is a series set in a spider!beca universe and I absolutely recommend reading the installments. 

The Girl in the Titanium Armor

by BKTheGoldenKnight (multi-chap) Summary: Heroes aren't born. They're built. Iron Man AU.

It Always Leads to You—Super Villain AU

by @pyxiscetus Summary: You were once the most powerful super villain. You retired early and are engaged to a minor superhero who isn't aware of your past. They are about to be killed right before your eyes...but you step in.

[pulledpurplecurtains]

Angstier Bechloe

ALRIGHT, this took way longer than i’d have wanted but we’re finally here so let’s do it!

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks - beca. give her a mixing board or any kind of music equipment and she’ll never bring any harm to it. give her anything else and she’ll immediately struggle. she’s just not handy and i always picture her a bit clumsy, and if you add on top of that her stubborness to finish the task and not give up, well 

who worries more about the other - chloe. she’s just a worrier and an overly protective person by nature; she wants her people taken care of, and also taken care of properly. and there’s no one more important to her than beca so she always worries

who is more afraid about the other leaving them - hmmm this is really complex oh boy. and it’s a cycle, really, because they both worry. beca because for a long time her own insecurities have her convinced chloe deserves better, something she’ll eventually realize and leave. and chloe because she knows beca is struggling with such thoughts so she’s worried she’ll leave first, convinced that she’s doing the right thing for chloe. i really can’t answer this, but i will say that eventually they both break this cycle and settle in fully believing that the other isn’t going to leave. and i think beca overcomes that first

who is more likely to leave - beca. as stated right above, it takes her a long time to feel deserving of chloe, and her insecurities and false sense of doing the right thing could drive her away even if it’s, deep down, the last thing she’d ever want

who is more likely to drunkenly confess - i’m giving this one to beca because she’s much more guarded than chloe, which means that when operating inebriated and with no filter it would be more likely for bigger confessions to spil out. chloe i feel like doesn’t need such a radical push to do the same, and i do think she’s more in touch with her drunk self? if that makes sense? 

who is more likely to push the other away - beca. we all know her insecurities, and it’s just in her character to self isolate when struggling with her emotions in any way. and this applies to both minor and major things

who picks fights more often - chloe. i feel like her energy and her desire for control and her need to be heard and to communicate and fix things could often drive her to pick fights, partly because she’s not good at containing her frustration and partly because she just needs to communicate, even in that way. she needs words to be said and the situation to be faced, and if that’s the way things have to be done. so be it

who usually apologises first - chloe. i think once her frustration is out, chloe calms down very quickly and hence apologises. beca, on the other hand, has a much slower emotions curve; it takes her longer to shift from one mood to the next, and even when the shift happens she needs more time to process that and be by herself. i do think, however, that beca is the one to apologise for longer and to take on the whole blame for whatever it is that happened; which doesn’t happen only when she absolutely and irrevocably feels 100% in the right. otherwise, it’s all her fault, according to her. she’s quite black and white in that regard

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other - beca. partly because her and denial go hand in hand, and partly because even after overcoming that it’s the default for her to feel not enough, and hence why walk into certain rejection? no thank you

who is more likely to lash out at the other - beca. chloe will pick fights; she understands her feelings and although she doesn’t actually want to fight, not really, she does wanna express her feelings in full. it’s who she is. beca on the other hand, is more the type to hold it all in, until they’ll just burst out. hence the lashing out. but she’s always trying to keep her emotions on a short leash, so it’s only natural that a small burst will occur from time to time; and those are the instances beca regrets and blames herself the most for

who gets more jealous - chloe. and it’s because she has less control on her feelings than beca, so it’s easier for them to overtake her. maybe ‘less control’ is the wrong expression here, because chloe is much more in touch with her feelings than beca. exactly because of that, though, she doesn’t operate by suppressing them in any way, not generally. so if jealousy rises, she’ll fully feel it. and she’ll show it, too

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy” - chloe. aside from this being canon for chloe, she’s also in touch with her feelings this way. no matter how fiery chloe is, her emotions don’t have huge influxes; actually, that’s the reason why. she feels them freely, so they don’t become too big too handle almost ever. beca, on the other hand, keeps a tight lid on them. which means in this case that no matter how supportive she wants to be, wanting chloe for herself could become too overwhelming of a need because she just won’t deal with that feeling. that’s where denial leads, and beca would maybe distance herself then from chloe, as a way to cope and not get in the way of chloe’s happiness

this was so fun!! there’s just something about angst that always gets me, so thank you for sending me this!

[becas-bluebiird]

I Hate That I Don’t Hate You

Rated: T (Minor Language)

Pairing: Bechloe

Summary: Story based off the Bechloe Week Prompt: Enemies (It’s basically all fluff...)

Excerpt:

“Baby, please!” Chloe pouted as she looked over at her girlfriend, who wasn’t looking at her. Instead was trying to pretend like her attention was on her laptop.

“Choe, no.” Beca stated simply as she typed a few things into her computer to save the progress on her song. She turned to Chloe after she was done. “We don’t have time and I don’t know how to like do that…”

“You…” Chloe countered. “You don’t have the time, but I do! I’ll figure everything out, I promise! Come on!? You know when we do, you’ll love it!”

“Chloe you work almost as much as I do.” Beca pointed out as she folded her arms over her chest, almost as if to say she wasn’t backing down. “We aren’t doing this. I’m sorry but no. At least not right now.”

“Bec….” Chloe whined, suddenly the cutes, most irresistible puppy dog face popping out. Beca groaned and leaned back in her chair.

“Stop! Don’t look at me like that.” Beca complained. 

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[belovas-vest]

bechloe + "you killed him" 🌚

words: 2,233

rating: T

notes: this really took me a month huh! also, this is like… minor angst. oops?

Chloe shakes her head, tears pricking at her eyes - partly in anger, mostly out of hurt. “You’re a coward.”

Beca sets the bottle of alcohol on the table with such a force the clank makes Chloe’s ears hurt. “Excuse me?”

“I said you’re a coward.” Her words are firm and she hopes it delivers the message that she’s had enough of Beca’s back and forth. “You won’t admit that this thing between us means something to you, that it isn’t just about trying to forget something from your past; whatever it may be. What’s worse is you won’t help those people out there who need someone like you to take a stand against this government that’s caused so many people so much pain. I thought you were brave when I first met you, but all I see right now is a coward/”

“You don’t know the first thing about me.” Beca grits her teeth and the look in her eyes startles Chloe. They’re cold and uncaring, so unlike the Beca that Chloe has been able to get to know behind the curtains of this show she puts on for the gang.

“I know you want you want out of this gang, but you feel stuck. Like you can’t move or breathe. I know you don’t want to follow these orders to sit back but you’re too afraid of hi-”

“Enough!” Beca shakes her head, eyes cast down at the table. “Get out.”

“What?” Chloe’s brow furrows. Would Beca really send her out there and feed her to the wolves?

“I said get out.” Beca’s eyes move from the table to meet Chloe’s, they’re still cold and uncaring. “Or I’ll have Emily shoot you and I don’t think either of want that trauma for her.” ��The seriousness in Beca’s voice causes Chloe’s heart rate to pick up and a chill run down her spine.

Tears prick at Chloe’s eyes, fearful of what waits for her beyond the doors of this safe house. “You’re gonna send me out there unprotected?”

“You don’t need protecting. You demonstrated that the first time we met.”

“I don’t-” Chloe shakes her head, “That was a fluke.”  

Beca’s eyes leave her and Chloe watches them travel to the handgun sitting on the edge of the table. Slender fingers wrap around the base of the gun and Beca lifts the weapon to observe it closely. “You took the gun in your hands,” Her forefinger inches forward, tapping against the trigger, “put your finger on the trigger, and took aim at one of the most important men in this city.” She smirks, eyes meeting Chloe’s with something Chloe can’t quite put her finger on. Pride, perhaps or greed. Greed that Beca holds the one person that took down her enemy. “You killed him and three of his men.”

And then Beca frowns. “I took you in that night. I could have left you behind but you asked for shelter.”

“All-” Chloe’s voice cracks, “I was doing was protecting those kids.”

“And you knew what killing the Chief of Police would do. It would put you in the middle of a war.” The gun twists in Beca’s hand and Chloe tries to lean back into her seat when the gun points at her. Her life flashes before her, eyes looking into the abyss of the muzzle. Her eyes flicker to sudden movement, watching as Beca’s finger moves off the trigger and to the side of the barrel.Beca presses the front of the gun against the table, her fingers peeling off of the grip except for her forefinger and thumb, which squeeze against the edge.

Chloe exhales slowly, eyes traveling back to Beca’s face.

“Take the gun and leave.” Beca stands from her spot on the couch, swiping the bottle of beer of the table and leaving Chloe alone to stare down a gun which could have killed her less than a minute ago.

She’s not sure how long she sits there to just stare at the weapon, but she has enough time to mull through the memories of what her life was before the government tore apart her family, before the walls were built and long before gangs were the only way to survive outside of following orders the government gave - which often ended in bloodshed. She had always thought books like 1984 and The Hunger Games were just that; just a fantasy to perhaps put a little fear into what could happen. And while life isn’t near anything to Katniss’, the fences, poverty, and inner-city wars and violence are still enough to strike fear in her.

Chloe takes a breath and reaches for the gun. The weight of it still shocks her. It isn’t like the movies, it’s easier to hold with both hands. She supposes it supposed to be heavy. It’s like a reminder of how much it costs to hold such a weapon, that killing someone - especially someone who’s innocent - is a much heavier weight than a small bullet.

“Chloe.”

Startled out of her thoughts, Chloe looks up to see Benji standing behind the couch. “Benji.”

“Beca sent me to walk you out. She didn’t think you’d leave on your own.”  

Chloe forces air of disbelief through her nose, “Of course she did.” She smiles weakly at Benji before standing from her spot and letting him lead her to the front door.

//

Chloe hasn’t eaten since she left the Safe House. Granted it’s only been 24 hours, but it seems Chloe’s stomach had gotten used to eating three meals a day instead of eating scraps maybe once a day. She had found food earlier, a tossed away pizza behind a government building, however the look on a nearby couple with a small child convinced her that maybe she didn’t need the food as much as they did.

It doesn’t help that her clothes have been soaked through from the pouring rain. The holes in her leather jacket are getting bigger and the rubber on her shoes offers little insulation against the cold. She tugs at the ends of her sweatshirt sleeves, trying to keep her hands warm while she continues to look for a place to keep the rain off her.

She finds some shelter under and overpass. It’s crumbling apart, grass and vines growing between the cracks of the unused concrete. There’s a group of others who are just the same as her; rebels trying to find shelter from the weather. They’re burning some old tires, likely pulled from rusting cars, causing the smell of burning rubber to infiltrate Chloe’s senses. It’s not a pleasant smell, but the closer she gets to it the warmer she feels.

They don’t exchange any words, too afraid of making too much commotion and setting off local police - who will likely either shoot them down or hold them in a cell until they agree to work with the government.  She leaves before the sun sets knowing police grow in numbers the darker it gets.

Chloe ends up back tracking towards the Safe House. While she knows she probably shouldn’t, there isn’t anywhere that feels as safe, even if she ends up sleeping on some wet cardboard. Beca had built the area up to feel safe, even if it’s far from that, which is something Chloe found comforting, something that was an attractive quality. Beca could make Chloe feel safe in just about any situation. Yesterday was the first time Chloe felt like she shouldn’t have ever put that kind of trust into Beca. After all, Beca’s involved in a war between the government and the people. Even if Chloe can see the good Beca’s trying to do, it makes Beca a target, it makes Beca a person who doesn’t follow rules. It makes Beca someone that shouldn’t be trusted.

She about to cross into the neighborhood when there’s a strong arm that wraps around her throat and - what Chloe assumes is - a gun pressed into the side of her head. She considers screaming, but the days of people actually helping others when it comes to things like this are long gone. She tries to fight against the person pulling her into a nearby alley, but she had never done well with defending herself. It’s why she hadn’t stepped up against the government until she felt she didn’t have a choice. A part of her doesn’t want to bother fighting.

Chloe feels warm breath against her temple, feels the click of the gun, so she shuts her eyes and braces for the end.

It doesn’t.

The pulling suddenly stops, the arm around her neck drops. She hears what sounds like someone struggling for air and a body hitting the wet ground.

Spinning herself around to look at what happened. At her feet lays the body of a man dressed in clothes that are much more worn than her own. A sign that he had probably been living on the streets long before her and probably was hoping to steal something of value off of her. Looking ahead for her hero, Chloe’s met with a small figure dressed in a sleek black outfit, studded leather jacket, and a familiar metal mask with a horizontal thin piece cut out to see through, but not wide enough to see defining features. There’s some fabric hanging around their shoulders - probably a cowl.

“Beca?”

The small figure nods and puts a fingerless gloved hand out, fingers twitching.

Chloe takes Beca’s hand without question, letting herself be lead through the mass of buildings. The further away they get away from the Safe House, the more these buildings look like they’re falling apart. Beca pulls her into one with white painted brick and a worn, red wooden door, and as soon as the door is shut, she pulls the helmet off of her.

Chloe sighs and then frowns, walking past Beca. The air is filled with silence as Chloe looks at the torn wallpaper on the walls. She can feel the cold air seeping through the broken walls. There’s water on the tiled floor, although most of the tiles are cracked, broken, or missing. She’s walking into what used to be a kitchen where a family used to sit around the table and eat, talk about their day. The table, however, is missing two of its legs on one side and it’s been flipped. The fridge no longer has a door and it’s completely empty.  

“First, you want me dead and now…” Chloe trails off as she walks into the rest of the living space, looking at a moldy couch. A cockroach skitters across and the floor and Chloe takes a step back at the sight.

“I didn’t want you dead, Beale.” Beca’s voice sounds exasperated, like it’s an obvious statement.

Turning to face Beca with arms crossed, Chloe shrugs, feeling a little defensive of herself. “You kicked me out of the only safe place I had left.”

Beca takes a step forward and Chloe just takes a step back. She wants to keep distance for a moment, even if everything about having Beca in front of her is telling her to be closer.

Beca’s hands twist at her sides before she raises them like she’s trying to show Chloe she’s being passive, “I’m sorry.” Beca’s eyes flicker somewhere else before looking back at her, “But you can’t question my loyalty like that, especially when others are around. We’d both be killed for that.”

That thought hadn’t crossed Chloe’s mind at the time and suddenly guilt floods her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that.”

“It’s okay I-” Beca sighs, taking a step forward, “I get it. I was being a jerk earlier, lying about all these things to pass as a good commander.”

Chloe takes a step towards Beca as well. “Thanks for-” she licks her bottom lip, “-earlier. With that person.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t actually gonna put you out without checking on you.”

Chloe can’t help the smile that forms on her face, “You do care.”

Beca shrugs, stuffing her hands in her pockets, “Well-” her eyes cast onto the floor, “-obviously. I am a Rebel. Some-” she looks at Chloe, “-I mean I wouldn’t, you know, not care. That’s kind of the point of this whole gang thing.”

Chloe reaches forward and tugs on Beca’s wrist, sliding her fingers to link between Beca’s. “You also kill innocent people, Becs.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I want out.”

“How do we do that?”

“We?” Beca raises her brow at Chloe.

“Yeah.” Chloe smiles, hoping the idea isn’t too offputting to Beca. Her eyes search Beca’s hoping to find anything but disgust or anger. “I don’t exactly have anywhere to go anymore and I think it’s pretty obvious I’m not gonna survive on my own. Besides, I like being with you.”

A smile forms across Beca’s face - a little shy. “Okay. Yeah, I’d- I’d like that.” Beca’s voice is soft and she finally grips Chloe’s hand back. “We go to California. It’s like a two and a half month journey, but we can try to find some sort of transportation to cut that in half or something.”

“Alright. When do we leave?”

Beca looks around the space, “We can stay here tonight and leave in the morning. We’ll stop just outside the main fence where I have some supplies.”

“You’ve been planning this?”

Beca shrugs, “I’m a coward, I always have a way out.”

Chloe pulls Beca into a hug. “I’m sorry I said that, I was mad. It wasn’t right of me, Beca. You’re not a coward.”

“You’re not totally wrong, it’s okay. If I wasn’t I would’ve left this place a long time ago.”

“I know why you don’t.” Chloe pulls back from the embrace. “That gang is your family.”

Beca frowns, “They used to be.” Grabbing at Chloe’s hand, she leads Chloe up creaky, wooden steps, “C’mon, let’s see if there’s a bed here. We should leave as soon as the sun comes up.”

[mooosicaldreamz]

Ooh, can I have 33, 40 and 41 please?

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

i think my favorite sort of compliment is when people say that they read something they never really expected to be read and kept themselves in it bc i wrote it well. when i was doing my thesis my advisor said that about one of her favorite stories in my collection and it made me feel v good

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

oh yeah tons of people do

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

the first answer i thought of was aubrey in my bechloe fic, but in general i think that fic had a lot of minor characters doing a lot of business. i think jessica in that fic was really fun to work with as well. my sc fics don’t tend to have much in the way of minor characters bc i think of their relationship as so insular that they sort of get a bubble. 

[theambracer88]

Ho ho ho!!! Greetings from the Pitchmas Secret Santa workshop, we've heard that you've been very good this year, so we want to gift you with your very own Pitch Perfect fic this Christmas!! Do you have a pairing that you'd prefer, a trope you want to see, any request at all our elves will try and fulfill it!! ❤️💚❤️💚

Howdy! I'm glad to hear that I've been good. 😅 Honestly? I'm not picky about what you do. I'm sure I'll love anything you produce. I think as long as the story focuses more on the side of sisterhood/friendship between the girls, I don't mind the pairings. Emily is also a favorite of mine, so as long as you include her as well, I'm happy. You can always hint at Bechloe and any other pairings you wish (only ones I'm not big on are adults/minors.) I love canon and non-canon/AU tropes, so whatever you feel like writing. Some AU Ideas if you want it - Hallmark Christmas Movie trope. If you watch Hallmark movies, I'm sure you know what to do. If not, let me know and I can expand on this. - Hospital AU where they all work at the hospital or are patients or some are doctors, and some are patients. Think of Red Band Society or the Good Doctor (if you know those). - High School AU. Where instead they meet in HS versus college - Perfect Harmony AU - That one show Anna camp was in except is her as Aubrey and the other Bella's/characters can be a part of it - Almost Family AU: Where instead of Julia, Brittany Snow is Chloe Hopefully that's enough information? If not, feel free to reach back out. ^_^