#bechloe one shot

[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.”

#bechloe #pitch perfect fanfiction #fanfic #pitch perfect fanfic #fanfiction #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #beca #chloe #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fic #bechloe fluff #bechloe prompt #pitch perfect fic #fluff #no matter the timeline #one shot #bechloe one shot

[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.

#beca mitchell #beca x chloe #bechloe #bechloe drabble #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe one shot #one shot #pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction #fanfic #humor #funny #lol #fanfiction #pitch perfect fandom #drabble #drabbles #tw clowns #tw halloween #chloe beale #fat amy #halloween #horror #spooky #cute #sweet #funny fanfic #short fanfic

[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. 

#bechloe #bechloe fanfiction #beca mitchell #bechloe one shot #chloe beale #fat amy #taylor swift #speak now #fan fiction #Pitch Perfect #wedding #beca and chloe #beca mitchell and chloe beale

[freedomseeker91]

#Bechloe #Pitch Perfect #FanFic #One Shot #More Than Good Enough Series

[maddiedrawz]

you could be the one that i keep

pairing: bechloe

rating: g for gReAt fRiEnDs :D

word count: 506

summary: it’s basically this

author’s note:

message in a bottle was on the radio while i was writing this sooo the title is in honor of that :33 the way i woke up and started writing this immediately must’ve manifested it wow

also super sorry for posting lateee😭

ao3 link (will post there later :))

chloe beale was understood to be a morning person. and people who assume so would be right. she is a morning person. that was why she was up and brewing coffee right now because she knew her roommate/best friend/the girl she’s been in love with for five years would be extra grumpy if she didn’t get her usual morning cup of coffee.

when chloe got back in their bedroom, coffee in both hands, beca was just lying there, her back against the pillow propped on the headboard playing on her phone. she just looked so... beautiful. sure, of course, if you asked chloe, she would say beca is beautiful all the time. but it was something about the morning light filtering through the blinds and landing on beca’s serene face in a soft golden glow that pulled chloe in. she set the two mugs of coffee on beca’s night stand.

“hey, good mo-“ beca didn’t even get to finish her sentence before chloe cradled the brunette’s face gently and leaned down to kiss her.

the kiss was chaste. chloe moved slightly away from beca, enough to look at her face. as expected, she looked like a deer in the headlights.

“w-why-“ beca’s words seemed to be stuck in her throat. “i- why did you do that?” beca finally said. there was no heat behind the words so she was obviously not mad. just shocked.

“because i wanted to,” chloe said giving the other girl a shy smile. her heart is beating out of her chest to the point where she hoped beca couldn’t hear it. she couldn’t believe that she did that either. “was that... okay?” she asked tentatively.

it took a second for beca to come back to herself. stormy blue eyes were flicking rapidly between ocean blue ones and pink, soft lips. “yeah. yeah, more than okay,” beca whispered. and before chloe could even think, beca yanked her by the neck and pull her down on top of her. chloe let out a surprised squeal at the quick motion. she was now being rolled onto her back with beca straddling her hips. they were attempting to kiss again which proved to be impossible because of the endless fits of giggles and smiles both girls bear on their faces. beca gave up and buried her face in the redhead’s neck to try to sober up instead.

once they both did, they shared a moment of comfortable silence, just soaking in each other’s presence, before beca spoke up.

“why didn’t you do that earlier?” beca lifted her head from its place in chloe’s neck to smile down at the redhead’s equally delightful expression.

“i don’t know! why didn’t you?!” chloe giggled, her grin growing wider and wider by the second. “it doesn’t matter. we got there in the end, didn’t we?”

“yeah,” beca said sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to contain her smile. “can we um,” she swallowed. “can we try that again?”

chloe just beamed and brought their lips together again.

#i did a sketchy drawing thing too sooo :D #maddie's folklore #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #pitch perfect 2 #pitch perfect 3 #bechloe fic #drabble #fluff #one shot

[annakendrick47author]

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.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell Characters: Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale, Stacie Conrad Additional Tags: Bechloe Week, Bechloe Week 2022, Steca brotp Series: Part 2 of Bechloe week, Part 11 of One Shots Summary:

Beca wants to go to an underground rave, what happens when Chloe finds out.

#bechloe week #bechloe week 2022 #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #stacie conrad #one shot #pitch perfect #ao3

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Send me some prompts babes

got some time on my hands tonight. send me some one shot/drabble requests in my ask bin. lots of love to you. plz. 

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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.

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[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

OH BABY (IT'S COLD OUTSIDE)

Rating: G One Shot Pairings: Bechloe Summary: Beca finally found the courage to ask Chloe on a date. The only problem? It's an ice skating date and Beca is the clumsiest person known to man...

Merry Pitchmas to @ittybittytinypaws!! I am your Pitchmas Secret Santa for this year, and I really hope you enjoy this short and sweet little Bechloe fic 🥰 (I actually don't remember the last time I wrote straight up fluff, so this was a nice change dklfjlfkdjgdf)

This is almost definitely my last fic of 2023, I'm taking a little break for the holidays/my birthday because my brain has just been mush for the last month or so, I should be back fairly quickly in 2024 though because I have plenty more angst to infilct 😇

Happy Holidays my lovely people, I hope you have a peaceful end to 2023 and spend it with people who love and appreciate you 🩵🩵🩵

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[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.

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*gif not mine*

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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.

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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.

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[massivedrickhead]

41. "Sleep. I'll keep you safe.”

Oopsie, I got a little serious with this one. Defintely more hurt/comfort than fluff. I don't know if this is good or not, I'm very tired and this took much longer to write than I thought it would.

Trigger warnings: violence, injury, blood, panic attack

Prompt taken from here

Read on AO3

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Chloe’s hands were shaking as she gripped the steering wheel, her driving bordering on reckless, as she sped down the highway and towards the hospital.

Theo’s words were still ringing in her ears as she thought of every possible scenario, each one worse than the last. 

“Don’t freak out, but there was an incident at Beca’s show.”

Chloe laid on her horn as a car swerved out of its lane in front of her, and she forced herself to slow down.

She’d be no use to Beca if she got herself killed.

“What do you mean an incident?! What happened?!”

“She’s okay, but we’re taking her to the hospital.”

Her heart was hammering so hard in her chest that she thought it might break through her ribs. She’d never been so happy to see the sign for her exit.

When she reached the hospital she parked haphazardly in the first space she saw, and sprinted towards the ER, where she knew Theo was waiting for her.

“You don’t need to come-”

“Don’t even bother finishing that sentence.”

She pushed her way through the crowd of paparazzi that the hospital security was managing to hold back.

By the time they realised who she was Chloe had made it through the double doors and was marching towards Theo.

Their shouts and the flashing of their cameras chased her down the hall.

“Theo!” She said, as soon as he was in sight.

She saw him tense and brace himself.

“Chloe-” he began, his hands held up as if to try and placate her.

“Where is she?” 

He sighed and gestured for her to follow him. “She’s getting stitched up. I told you, she’s okay. She’s cracking jokes with the nurses and everything.”

Chloe had to swallow every ounce of anger she had because if she didn’t she would have hit him.

“Don’t tell me she’s okay,” Chloe said. “How the hell could you let this happen?”

“Don’t blame this on me,” he snapped back. “How the hell was I supposed to know some weirdo fan would bring a brick to a meet and greet?”

Chloe stopped walking, a cold wave of nausea sweeping over her. “What?” She asked, her voice now quiet and shaking, 

He grimaced and stopped too. “Sorry,” he said. “I hadn’t told you the details yet, had I?”

Chloe felt like she was going to throw up, or pass out, or burst into tears. “Someone hit her with a brick?”

Theo nodded.

“Wha… How?”

“He wrapped it,” Theo said. “Had it in a gift bag. Venue security didn’t question it when he went through the bag check.”

Chloe’s hands were covering her mouth as tears filled her eyes. “He could have killed her,” she said.

“She’s okay,” Theo said. “They did a head CT and it came back clear, it’s just a superficial wound.”

“Please, just take me to her,” Chloe said. Theo nodded and they carried on walking.

Chloe could hear the laughter before she got to the room, and she tried to quickly remove any trace that she’d been crying.

Theo opened the door to the private room Beca had been given, and Beca’s smile grew as she saw Chloe enter.

“Hey,” she said. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Shut up,” Chloe said, any attempt at trying to seem calm out of the window. “Of course I had to come.”

Beca rolled her eyes, which was difficult for her to do while someone was stitching up the gash on her forehead. “Everyone, this is my wife Chloe. Chloe, meet Dr Bauer, who is the head of plastics.” She gestured to the doctor stitching her up. “And this is his intern Dr Larson, who apparently isn’t allowed anywhere near me with a needle.”

“Not on his first week he’s not,” Dr Bauer said. “I’m not having you out there on tour with a messy scar because I let some intern botch your stitches. Nice to meet you, by the way,” he added glancing at Chloe.

Chloe just nodded.

“Here, honey,” a nurse said, who had been sitting at Beca’s other side. She gestured to her spot. “I offered to hold her hand until you got here.”

“This is Nurse Stevens,” Beca said.

“Trish,” the nurse said, shaking Chloe’s hand.

Again, Chloe just smiled politely and took the nurse’s seat. She took hold of Beca’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

She wanted all of these people to leave.

She needed them all to leave.

Because Beca might have seemed calm, but Chloe knew her wife.

Chloe knew when she was On, and Beca was On right now. She was Beca Mitchell the popstar. The Grammy winner. The celebrity.

These people would go home and talk to their friends and family about this. They’d remember it. 

And Chloe knew that Beca was doing everything in her power to mask how she was really feeling.

Because Beca had never been good at letting her guard down, and her years in the spotlight had hardened every one of her defences. Had made her an expert at putting on a smile and hiding how she really felt.

But Chloe could see right through them.

She’d always been able to see right through them.

And she knew without a doubt that, right now, Beca was terrified. 

They’d been able to read each other like a book for years now, and Chloe could see the fear burning in her eyes. Could feel it in the way that Beca squeezed her hand. 

Beca was running on adrenaline, and she was using it all to keep the shake from her voice. To keep the persona up. 

She hated Theo for not being able to see it.

He’d told her Beca was okay, but she was far from it. 

“Do you know how much longer?” Chloe asked, voicing the question that Beca couldn’t. 

“Almost done,” he said. 

Chloe ran her thumb back and forth across Beca’s knuckles and gave her hand another light squeeze.

You’re okay, I’ve got you.

“And she can go home after this?”

“Sure,” he said. “Neuro checks came back clear, so once these are done she’ll be good to go.” He looked at his intern. “What does she need to watch out for over the next few days?”

“Uh, headaches that don’t go away with painkillers, vomiting, loss of consciousness, seizures, memory loss, changes in behaviour, vision loss-”

“Kid, I’m not going to remember any of this,” Beca said. “And that’s not because of the head injury.”

“We’ll give you some pamphlets,” he said, blushing slightly. “All the information is in there.”

“Thank you,” Chloe said.

“Okay,” Dr Bauer said, “you are good to go, Ms Mitchell.”

“Thanks so much,” Beca said. “If I ever need a face-lift, I know who I’m coming to.”

“Really, thank you for everything,” Chloe said. She turned to Trish. “Thank you for taking such good care of her.”

“Just doing our jobs,” she said, smiling. “Ms Mitchell, if you want to hop in here, we can get you moving.” She patted the seat of a wheelchair that an orderly had just brought.

“Really guys, I can walk,” Beca said. Chloe could see that her edges were beginning to fray. 

“Hospital policy,” Trish said. “Come on, we’ve rolled out the red carpet and everything.”

Beca shrugged and smiled, and got into the wheelchair. 

“There’s, um, a few paparazzi at the main entrance,” Chloe said, trying to sound casual. “Is there another exit we can use?”

“We’ll take care of them,” one of Beca’s security guards said. 

“I don’t want them following us to my car,” Chloe said, lowering her voice. 

“We won’t let anything happen to her, ma’am,” he said. 

“Something already happened!” Chloe snapped. “I’m trying to stop it from getting worse!”

“Chloe,” Beca said, “it’s okay. I can handle it.”

But you shouldn’t have to, Chloe wanted to scream. 

They reached the hospital entrance and Chloe saw the lights already to begin flashing through the doors. Both Beca’s personal security and hospital security managed to force them back enough to form a gap for Beca, Chloe, and Theo to walk out.

They followed them to the car. Shouting questions, camera bulbs flashing. 

“Hey!” Chloe snapped, turning on them. “She has a head injury, can you fucking cool it with the flashing lights?!”

Beca tugged Chloe’s hand and they carried on walking.

The pictures didn’t stop. 

“Chloe.”

“I know,” Chloe said, squeezing Beca’s hand as they reached the car. “I know, baby.”

Chloe could hear it in her voice.

She was about to break.

“Keys,” Theo said to Chloe. She tossed them to him without a second thought. “Beca’s security will follow us back and keep watch tonight. I can call an Uber later.”

“Thank you,” Chloe said. 

They reached the car and Chloe helped Beca into the back before climbing in beside her. The cameras couldn’t penetrate the blacked-out windows, but that didn’t stop the photographers from trying.

“Fucking cockroaches,” Chloe muttered as Theo pulled out of the parking lot, laying on the horn when they crowded the car.

Chloe waited for Beca to make a joke about her potty mouth that only came out when Chloe was stressed, but it didn’t come. 

Beca was finally letting herself feel the panic. The fear. 

“You’re okay,” Chloe said, trying not to wince as Beca’s hand tightened around hers. “Just take a breath.”

Her breathing was coming in short sharp gasps, and Chloe knew they were in the beginnings of a panic attack that would likely last the rest of the night.

“Do I need to go back to the hospital?” Theo asked, glancing in the rear-view mirror.

“No,” Beca and Chloe said at the same time,

“I have her,” Chloe said to Theo. She focused her attention on Beca again. “I have you, okay?”

Beca nodded and tried to focus on her breathing.

“I thought I was going to die,” Beca said, between gasping breaths. “Why did he do that?”

“I don’t know, baby,” Chloe said. 

The drive home seemed to take forever, but finally, Theo was pulling up to their drive and hitting the button to open the gate. 

“Get her inside,” he said. “I’ll sort everything out, out here.”

“Thank you, Theo,” Chloe said. 

“Stay home for the next few days,” he said. “It’ll blow over.”

Beca seemed calm again as they got out of the car, and she walked steadily towards the house without looking back. 

Chloe followed, her hand resting on Beca’s back.

When the front door was finally shut behind them, Chloe wasted no time in pulling Beca into her arms, letting her own tears fall as she clung to her wife.

“I was so scared,” Chloe said. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

Beca clung back, her eyes squeezed shut as she buried her face into Chloe’s neck.

Her head was hurting badly, the gash on her head stung and throbbed as the local anaesthetic began wearing off, but that all felt small compared to the panic that was growing larger in her chest.

“Can I get you anything?” Chloe asked, unwilling to let her go just yet. “Water, or something to eat?”

“No,” Beca said. “Just… Please just hold me.”

“Okay,” Chloe said, holding her tighter. “I can do that.”

They stood there for a while in the entryway of their home, Beca wrapped protectively in Chloe’s arms until Beca spoke again.

“He looked at me like he hated me,” she said. “What had I done to make him hate me like that?”

“This wasn’t your fault,” Chloe said, finally ending their hug so she could look at Beca. 

Her eye was beginning to bruise now, and Chloe thought it might have started swelling too. There was dried blood in her hair and all down the front of her shirt. 

“He gift-wrapped it,” Beca said. “He planned it. What if… What if he’d brought a knife? Or a gun?”

“Hey,” Chloe said, cupping Beca’s face with her hands. “Look at me. He can’t get you now, okay? He was arrested, and even if he wasn’t, your security guys are right outside.” 

Chloe pressed a kiss to the uninjured side of her head.

“Come on, you need to rest,” Chloe said, taking Beca’s hand and leading her upstairs. 

Beca tried to change out of her clothes, but her hands were feeling too clumsy. She couldn’t get them to cooperate enough to un-do the buttons on her shirt, so Chloe took over. 

“I don’t feel good,” Beca said, watching as Chloe eased her out of her shirt. 

“Do you feel like you need to be sick?” Chloe asked, trying not to panic.

Beca shook her head, which turned out to be a mistake. She winced and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Bec, talk to me,” Chloe said. 

“I just feel…” Beca trailed off as she searched for the word. “I keep going from numbness to fear and I just… I don’t feel like myself.” She let out a huff as tears fell quickly. “I want it to stop. I want this day to be done.”

Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat. “I know you do,” Chloe said. “I do too. I wish I could say something that would fix this, but all I can do is promise that I’ll be with you every step of the way through whatever happens next.”

Beca nodded and gave Chloe the first genuine smile she’d had all night. Chloe helped Beca out of the rest of her clothes and into a baggy t-shirt.

“Thanks,” Beca said, climbing into bed.

“Does your head hurt?” Chloe asked, looking for something concrete that she could do to help. 

“Yeah,” Beca replied. 

“I’ll get you something,” Chloe said.

She grabbed a bottle of water and some painkillers, and while she was downstairs she looked outside.

She could see that the paparazzi seemed to have left, but Beca’s security team was still there, and that made her feel safer. 

She double-checked that both the front and back doors were locked before returning to the bedroom. 

When Chloe got back, Beca was scrolling on her phone, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“It’s already on the internet,” Beca said. 

Chloe didn’t tell Beca that she already knew. While they’d been waiting for the doctor to finish stitching her head up, Chloe had been fielding texts from the Bellas.

Chloe sat on the bed beside Beca and had to stifle a gasp when she looked at her phone.

It was one thing to hear about it, but quite another to see it in high definition. To see it looped, again and again. The brick connecting with the side of her head. The confusion on her face being quickly replaced by fear and then pain. 

“Okay,” Chloe said, taking Beca’s phone from her hand. She closed whatever app had been open and put her phone on the nightstand. “Here, take these.” She handed Beca the pills and the water. Beca did so without complaint. “You need to try and get some rest.”

“I can’t,” Beca said. “Everyone has seen it now. What if they all get the same idea? What if… what if they come here? The press knows where we live, anyone could have followed us home.”

“Shh,” Chloe said, gathering Beca into her arms. “That isn’t going to happen.”

“You don’t know that,” Beca said.

“I know that I’m not going to let anything else happen to you,” Chloe said. “I know that there are men and women outside right now who are here to protect you. And I know that you’re running on adrenaline right now and that sleep feels impossible, but you need to try.”

Chloe knew Beca wasn’t going to lie down and try to sleep willingly, she was too wired for that, so she adjusted their positions until Beca was lying with the uninjured side of her head on Chloe’s chest.

As carefully as she could, Chloe began stroking the hair from her face, making sure not to get anywhere near her stitches.

“Do you want an ice pack or anything for your head?”

“No,” Beca said, her breathing beginning to even out. “Please don’t leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Chloe said. “We’ll call your therapist in the morning to see if she can squeeze you in.”

“She’s probably seen the video,” Beca said. 

“Well, then she has all night to figure out what to say to make it better.”

Beca gave a soft laugh.

They stayed in that position for hours, the only sound was the occasional sniffle from Beca. At one point, Chloe asked if she wanted her to turn out the light, but Beca said she’d rather keep it on.

Chloe knew her eyes were fixed on the doorway, waiting for someone to burst through the door and attack her.

“You need to try and sleep,” Chloe said. 

Beca gave a grunt in response, and Chloe knew that was all she could manage. All her energy was going into just keeping her eyes open.

“Sleep,” Chloe said again. “I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

It wasn’t a choice anymore, and Chloe felt Beca’s body finally relax against hers.

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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

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[bechloeweek2023]

Bechloe Week!

We've got prompts all we need now is dates. Good thing we've got those. The week, starting on the 6th of August will go like so.

6th - Reunion

7th - Time Travel

8th - Stranded/Lost

9th - "I wanna ruin our friendship."

10th - Cops/911

11th - Celebrity Scandal

12th - Mafia

13th - "Why didn't you say anything?" "You needed me to be ok."

You can post stories (one-shots, drabbles, full thirty chapter books, whatever tickles your fancy), fanart, songs that remind you of the prompt for the day, whatever you want! So long as it is Bechloe centric.

Have fun with it guys, gals, and pals.

Tag any of the relating 'bechloe week 2023' if you want others to find it!

#bechloe week 2023 #beca mitchell #chloe beale #beca x chloe #bechloe week #bechloe fanfic #pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction

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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.

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[beca-mitchell]

You're an awesome writer dude! Do you still write?

thank you very much! i dabble here and there - my last fic (a 24k word bechloe one-shot) was back in November. But I have been working on some multi-chaps i left hanging. even if it's just brainstorming and jotting down one-liners.

we'll see because life is probably going to be interesting this year... :) I used to think it was the end of the world if I didn't write or consistently put things out but I've didn't realize how burnt out I got until i crashed like 2 years ago. my last fic was my first sincere attempt to get back into writing (fanfic at least) and it was enjoyable.

#ask #anonymous #nice things