#bechloe prompt request

[massivedrickhead]

99 for the prompt please.

99. Starting a family with them.

Words: 3673

Notes: Once again, I'm sorry it took so long to write this prompt request. I didn't intend for it to be this long, but once I started writing I realised it was a universe I wanted to spend more time in. So if people like it, I would be up for writing more.

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101 ways to say I love you with actions

Beca and Chloe hung back, hovering by the doorway of the newly decorated bedroom, watching as twelve-year-old Levi looked around the room. His hand was tightly gripping the strap of his backpack as if afraid it would be whipped away from him at any second.

He looked so much older than he was. Looking at him it was hard to believe he wasn’t even a teenager yet.

“We can paint it a different colour,” Chloe blurted out, never one to deal with silence very well. “If you don’t like grey. We thought neutral would be best but-”

Beca gently elbowed her in the ribs, and she stopped rambling. Chloe was radiating nervous energy, and Beca didn’t want Levi to pick up on it.

It had all been leading up to this moment. The application forms, the meetings, home visits, parenting classes, all of it had been leading up to this. 

They had met Levi a few times now, but this was his first night in their home. In his new home. If it all went well… 

They both knew things could still go wrong, they were still a long way off from adoption, but this felt like the biggest step they’d taken so far. 

They were both so excited to be finally starting their family. Both so terrified that they were going to mess it all up.

“The colour’s fine,” Levi said, still looking around the room. It wasn’t big, but it was comfortable. Clean and tidy, still smelling of fresh paint. “It’s nice.”

There was a bookcase in the corner that was empty save for a few used paperbacks they thought he might like, mostly ones Beca had gotten from her dad when she was a teenager. 

Under the window was an empty desk with a chair tucked neatly underneath, and a wardrobe and chest of drawers lined the wall opposite a double bed. A nightstand stood on either side of the bed. An alarm clock on one side, a lamp on the other.

“It’s a little bare right now,” Chloe said, her nerves bubbling up again in the silence. “But we thought maybe you’d like to pick things out for yourself? We could take a trip to IKEA or something at the weekend? Maybe we could get you some new clothes too while we’re out if you like? We’ve already bought you a few bits, but we don’t know what you like to wear or-”

Another elbow in the side from Beca.

“Or we could get it for you,” Beca said, her voice calm in comparison to Chloe’s babbling, “if you don’t want to come. I know I hated shopping when I was your age.”

“You still hate shopping,” Chloe said. 

“Very true,” Beca agreed. 

“IKEA sounds like fun,” Levi said. “I’ve never got to pick out my own things before.”

Chloe beamed. “Awesome!”

“We’re gonna let you get settled in,” Beca said. “I need to check in with work, and Chloe is going to finish up dinner. Come and find us if you need anything, okay?”

“Yeah,” Levi said, looking relieved to be given some alone time. “Um, thanks.”

“Mac and cheese for dinner!” Chloe said, brightly. “Ice cream and a movie after, if you eat all your veggies!”

Levi pulled a face. “Veggies?”

“Oh, Chloe will make us eat vegetables with almost every meal, dude. It’s really the only thing that’s wrong with her,” Beca said.

Chloe whacked her playfully on the arm, and Levi laughed before he could stop himself.

“Make yourself at home, okay kid?” Beca said. Levi nodded, and Beca smiled at him before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Instead of going into the kitchen, Chloe followed Beca into her office.

“It seems to be going well,” Chloe said, starting to pace as soon as Beca sat down at her desk. “Right? Like he seems to like it.”

“Yeah,” Beca said, looking up from her computer, watching Chloe walking in circles around the room. “So far so good.”

“Am I being too much? Like, overbearing? I don’t want to be weird and freak him out.”

Beca smiled. “You aren’t being weird. You’re making me dizzy with all the pacing, but you aren’t being weird. You aren’t too much.”

“I’m just so nervous,” Chloe said, wringing her hands.

Beca stood from her desk, and placed her hands on Chloe’s shoulders, stopping her from pacing. “I know,” Beca said. “So am I, and I bet he is too. It’s normal to be nervous when you care about something this much.”

“What if he hates it here? What if he tries to run away like he did at his last foster home? What if we can’t do this, Bec?”

Beca’s hands moved from Chloe’s shoulders to cup her face. “Take a breath,” she said, trying to get Chloe to hold eye contact with her. “We can do this. We know why he ran away from his last home, and we aren’t going to treat him like that, are we?”

Chloe shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “Of course not.”

“He isn’t going to have any reason to want to run away from us, and he isn’t going to have any reason to hate it here. I’m sure we’re going to make mistakes, it feels like we’re starting at level 5 of a video game without playing the tutorial first, but I know us. I know we can do this. I know you can do this. Let’s be the parents he never got the chance to have, yeah?”

Chloe swallowed and nodded. “Yeah,” she said, hastily wiping at the tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d start spiralling so quickly.”

“It’s okay,” Beca said, kissing her forehead. “You don’t need to be sorry. You feel this way because you care a lot, and that’s a good thing. I’m sure I’m gonna have my freak-out moments, and I know you’ll be there to talk me down.”

“We’re going to need to plan them so we don’t both have a meltdown at the same time,” Chloe said, causing Beca to laugh.

“I’ll put a schedule up on the fridge.” She kissed Chloe again, and let her hands drop. “I’m gonna go finish dinner.”

“I thought you had to work?”

“It can wait,” Beca said. “Take a few minutes to get yourself grounded again and then come help me?”

Chloe smiled and nodded. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

-

“Levi, dinner’s ready!” Chloe called into the hall, spooning mac and cheese onto plates. 

Beca was setting the table, putting down placemats and cutlery, her heart soaring as she finally got to set the table for three instead of two.

Levi came into the room and hovered near the door, as if unsure where he should go.

Chloe smiled at him. “Can you grab some glasses out of that cabinet and put them on the table?” She asked him.

He nodded and did what she asked, placing three glasses on the table by a pitcher of water. Beca took the plates from Chloe, and placed one on each mat, glancing at Levi who still seemed uncertain.

“Have a seat wherever you’d like,” Beca said, sitting down in her usual spot. Levi hesitated for a moment before he took a seat next to Beca.

“Okay, dig in,” Chloe said, sitting opposite Beca, smiling as she watched her start removing the broccoli from her own plate and putting it on Chloe’s. “What did I say about eating veggies?”

“And what did I say about making me eat broccoli?”

“It’s good for you,” Chloe said, doing her best to look stern.

“Yeah, it tastes good for me,” Beca replied. Levi laughed, and Beca felt it in her chest.

“Do I need to start hiding it in the mac and cheese again?” Chloe asked.

“Not if you want us to stay married,” Beca said, smirking as she watched Chloe trying not to laugh. 

“Hmm, how could I cope without you? What would I do if there was no one hogging all the bed space and letting dishes pile up in their office? I don’t know if I could live that way,” Chloe said, her eyes twinkling at Beca as Levi continued to laugh.

“Ouch,” Beca said. “You’re making me look bad.”

“Maybe next time you’ll just eat your greens.”

They bantered back and forth while they ate, and Chloe felt the nerves she’d been carrying for the last few weeks begin to slowly dissipate. He was here. He was finally home, eating dinner with them, laughing at Beca’s lame jokes.

It had been over a year since she had Beca had decided that adoption was the way they wanted to start their family together, and a little under a year since they’d decided they wanted to adopt an older kid. A kid that was more likely to get lost in the system until they aged out of it. 

It had been stressful and emotional, but they’d made it this far. They were parents now. 

“I’m stuffed,” Levi said, putting his knife and fork down. 

“Not too stuffed for ice cream though, right?” Beca asked. 

He shook his head and grinned again. 

“I can still see something green on your plate,” Chloe said.

“Don’t worry, I got this,” Beca mumbled to Levi. “Hey, Chloe, what’s that behind you?”

Chloe rolled her eyes but turned anyway, and Beca took the piece of broccoli from Levi’s plate and put it on Chloe’s.

“Now who hasn’t eaten all her vegetables?” Beca asked.

“Don’t laugh, you’ll just encourage her,” Chloe said as Levi practically giggled beside her. It was a contagious laugh and Chloe couldn’t help but join in. 

Beca gathered their plates and piled them into the dishwasher before getting the ice cream out of the freezer.

“What movie are we watching?” She asked. “Also, Levi, do you want mint chocolate chip or strawberry shortcake? Or I think we have some vanilla buried in here somewhere?”

“Um, mint please,” he said, standing to help Chloe clear the table.

“Atta boy,” Beca said, scooping out the mint for herself and Levi, followed by the strawberry shortcake for Chloe.

“Go get comfy on the sofa,” Chloe said to Levi. “You can start picking a movie. We’ve got Disney Plus, Netflix, Prime, the whole lot.”

“We have too many,” Beca added. 

Levi dropped onto one of the sofas and started scrolling through Disney Plus.

“All good?” Beca asked Chloe quietly. 

Chloe nodded, and let her head rest on Beca’s shoulder briefly. “You made him laugh.”

“Yeah,” Beca said. “That felt good. He looked so serious when he got here. So grown up. It was nice seeing him look like a kid again.”

They joined Levi in the living room a few minutes later and Chloe sat on the sofa beside Levi. Beca sat on Chloe’s other side and handed Levi his ice cream.

“Did you pick something?” Beca asked.

“There’s too much choice,” he said with a shake of the head.

“That’s what I’m always saying!” Beca said, her voice triumphant as if she’d just won an argument she was constantly having with Chloe.

“Choice is a good thing,” Chloe countered. “What sort of movies do you usually like?” Levi shrugged. “Comedies? Action? Musicals?”

His eyes flicked in Chloe’s direction.

“You like musicals?” Chloe asked. Levi shrugged again. “Musicals are the best.”

“They’re okay,” Levi said as if he was admitting something embarrassing. He shifted in his seat slightly, his attention focused on his ice cream. “Richard, the, um, the guy from my last foster home, he said musicals were for girls. Girls and fa- I mean, girls and, um, gay people.”

“He doesn’t sound like a very nice guy,” Chloe said, trying to tread carefully.

“He’s also totally wrong,” Beca added. “I’m a girl and I’m gay, and I don’t like musicals.”

Levi grinned, but he didn’t look up from his ice cream. “He was a jerk,” he said. 

“So we probably shouldn’t worry about anything he had to say,” Chloe said. “It doesn’t matter what he thinks, because he isn’t here and you don’t have to deal with him anymore.”

“No one here is going to make you feel bad about the things you like,” Beca said. “You’re… You’re safe here, Levi. I know you really don’t know us yet, but, well, we want to be your parents, or guardians if that’s what you’d prefer. We want to take care of you. And we’re going to keep you safe, especially from big jerks like Richard.”

Levi nodded but didn’t say anything else. He seemed embarrassed and maybe a little uncomfortable, so Chloe turned her attention back to the TV. 

“Have you seen Hamilton?” She asked.

Levi looked up and shook his head.

“You’ll love it,” Chloe said, clicking on it and hitting play. “Even Beca likes Hamilton.”

Halfway through Beca’s phone rang, so Chloe hit pause on the movie and used it as an excuse to stretch her legs and tidy away their empty bowls.

“Sorry, it’s work,” Beca said, answering the call and quickly leaving the room. 

“Do you want a drink or anything?” Chloe asked, carrying the bowls through to the kitchen.

“No thanks,” he said, turning so he was kneeling on the sofa, looking over the back of it at Chloe in the kitchen. He seemed more relaxed now than he had been since he arrived. “Does Beca usually work at night?”

“Sometimes,” Chloe said. “She’s not supposed to, and they aren’t supposed to call her after six anymore.”

“How come?” He asked.

“Because she gets a bit… wrapped up in work. She really loves her job and she’s really good at it, and sometimes she works so hard that she forgets she needs to do other things too.”

“Like what?”

“Like eat, sleep, and spend time with her wife,” Chloe said, glancing towards the door Beca had just left through. 

“She forgets to eat?” Levi asked like he’d never heard anything so crazy.

Chloe laughed at the incredulity in his voice and nodded. “It’s happened more than once.”

“She works in music, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Chloe said, returning to sit beside him on the sofa. “She’s a producer. She helps artists make their songs sound as good as possible.”

“And you’re a vet?” 

“I am,” Chloe said, grinning. “What do you think you might want to do for a job when you’re finished with school?”

Levi shrugged again. “I don’t know. I’m not really good at anything.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Chloe said. “I bet there are lots of things you’re good at. But it’s okay if you don’t know what you want to be yet. I didn’t know I wanted to be a vet until after I’d graduated college.”

“You didn’t? What did you want to be before then?”

“I honestly didn’t know,” Chloe said. “Sometimes it takes people a long time to find their calling, and not everybody has one. Beca has known since she was a kid that she wanted to make music, but I didn’t know until after college what I wanted to do. So it’s okay if you don’t know yet. It’s okay if you never know.”

Levi thought for a moment. “I like to draw,” he said.

Chloe’s eyes lit up again. “You do? That’s so cool! Do you have any drawings you can show me?”

“They aren’t very good,” he said, his ears turning red.

“That’s okay,” Chloe said. “They don’t need to be good, as long as you had fun drawing them.”

“I have my sketchbook in my room,” he said.

“You’ll let me look at it?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Um, I’ll go and get it.”

He returned a few minutes later, holding the sketchbook in his hand like it was his most prized possession, which it likely was.

He tapped his fingers against the cover before sitting beside Chloe on the sofa again.

“You don’t have to show me if you don’t want to,” Chloe said, sensing his hesitation.

“No, it’s okay, I want to,” he said. 

He handed over the book and Chloe began carefully turning the pages.

She couldn’t have smiled harder if she tried.

The book was full of drawings of superheroes and comic book characters and even little comic panels he’d drawn up himself.

Chloe could see his drawings improve as she turned the pages. She could see the points when he’d begun to understand proportions and poses. She asked him about the characters, and he seemed embarrassed to admit that he’d come up with a lot of them himself.

“That’s so clever,” Chloe said, turning the pages. “I can’t do anything like this.”

“They aren’t that good,” he said, the tips of his ears glowing red again. “They’re not as good as, like, Spiderman or anyone.”

“Well Stan Lee had to start somewhere,” Chloe said, not wanting to look away from the pages. “What about this guy? What’s his superpower?”

Beca had finished up with her call and had returned to the living room. She leaned against the doorway, her heart practically bursting as she watched Chloe and Levi interact. He was talking to her animatedly now. Excitedly. And she could see the warmth and love in Chloe’s eyes as she hung on his every word.

Chloe glanced up and their eyes met. She was grinning so hard it made Beca want to cry.

Chloe had wanted this for so long. She’d wanted to be a mom, to have a family, for so long. 

“Bec, come look at these, they’re so good,” she said, waving her over to the sofa.

“Is that okay?” Beca asked Levi, who nodded. She took the book from Chloe and started looking through it the same way Chloe had. Handling it like it was made of gold, turning each page carefully. “Dude, these are seriously so cool. You came up with all this stuff by yourself?”

“Yeah,” he said, shifting a little closer to Chloe so he could see what Beca was looking at. He pointed to a character on the page that looked like it was in a particularly complex pose. “That one took me ages.”

“I bet,” Beca said. “It looks like you worked really hard on it.”

“I did,” he said, with something like pride in his voice. Beca wondered how many people he’d shown this to. How many people had praised him on it. She hoped they weren’t the first, but judging by his reactions it couldn’t have been many.

The drawings stopped with only a few blank pages left in the book. “You’re almost out of pages,” Beca said, handing the book back.

“Yeah,” he said with a frown. “I’ve been trying to save them so I don’t run out.”

Beca glanced at Chloe. “We’ll have to get you a new one,” Beca said.

His eyes flicked up again. “Really?”

“Of course,” Chloe said. “We can’t leave you with nothing to draw on.”

“We’ll be giving you an allowance each week,” Beca said. “You can spend it on whatever you want.”

“But maybe this could be an extra treat,” Chloe said. “Call it a welcome home present. I think there’s a Michaels close to IKEA. We could go this weekend when we get the stuff for your bedroom?”

“Can we?” He asked, looking between them.

“Yeah, of course we can,” Beca said. “If you want to.”

“I want to,” he said, his eyes lit up with excitement. “Thank you!”

“And here was me thinking I’d have to beg you to come shopping with me,” Chloe said, grinning at the excitement on Levi’s face. “So, are we gonna finish this movie?”

“Yeah,” Levi said, sitting back down, his attention returning to the screen.

Chloe got comfortable beside him as Beca sat on her other side. Beca took hold of her hand and squeezed as she pressed play on the remote with the other.

When the movie was almost done, Chloe felt her chest get tight as Levi let his head rest on her shoulder. She squeezed Beca’s hand, who glanced over and smiled.

When the credits rolled Levi sat up and stretched.

“Think it might be time for bed,” Beca said, checking her watch and yawning. “Do you want to take a drink of water or something to bed with you Levi?”

“Yes please,” he said, and Beca stood to go and get him one, ruffling his hair as she passed.

“Did you enjoy it?” Chloe asked, turning off the TV.

“Yeah,” he said. “I really liked it.” 

“I’m so glad you like musicals,” Chloe said. “Now I’ll have someone to watch them with.”

“You’re really taking a bullet for me here, dude,” Beca said, handing him his water. 

He took it with a smile and followed them down the hall to his room. 

“We sleep just across the hall,” Chloe said as they hovered in the doorway again. “Come get us if you need anything, okay?”

He nodded and put his glass down on his nightstand. Then, after a few seconds of hesitation, he took a step toward Chloe and wrapped his arms around her. 

She hugged him back quickly, looking at Beca as her eyes filled with tears.

“I’m so happy you’re here, Levi,” she said.

“Me too,” he said.

When the hug ended, he turned and did the same to Beca, catching her slightly off guard. She hugged him back, a hand coming to ruffle through his hair again. 

“Night kid,” she said when the hug was over.

“Night,” he said back.

“Sleep tight,” Chloe said. 

“Thanks,” he said. “Goodnight.”

They closed his door behind them and went into their own room, neither speaking until the door was closed.

“He hugged us,” Chloe said. “He likes us, Bec.”

“Yeah,” Beca said, letting out a shaky laugh of disbelief, tears springing to her eyes. Chloe pulled her into a hug and kissed the side of her head. “I’m so happy he’s here. I’m so happy he’s home.”

“Me too,” Chloe said. “Me too.”

#no matter the timeline #101 ways to say i love you with actions #101 ways to say i love you #bechloe #bechloe prompt #bechloe fluff #domestic bechloe #bechloe prompt request #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fic #prompt #bechloe au #bechloe parents

[bechloeislegit]

i wanted to send a prompt for your latest prompt req, are there letters that need more prompts than others?

Hello, Anon. Thanks for the ask.

I have prompts for the following letters:

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, M, N, O, R, S, T, W, X, and Y

I still need prompts for the letters J, K, L, P, Q, U, V, and Z.

As I have barely begun writing these, if you or anyone else has an idea for any of the letters (especially the letters I do not have prompts for), please send them to my Inbox!

Thank you!

~~ BeChloeIsLegit

#my asks #ABCs of BeChloe #prompt request #bechloeislegit

[becabeale143]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40395807

Intentions

eolhceB143

Chapter 1/1

Chloe's jealousy shines through. She didn't like the way the model during Beca's photoshoot touched her wife. Preparing to leave for lunch with Aubrey and Stacie the day after, Beca gets a look at the dress her wife is wearing. The redhead wants something. Beca wants Chloe. Neither's intentions are anything other than sinful.

#beca mitchell #chloe beale #beca and chloe #BeChloe #prompt request #bechloe smut #and more smut #nothing but #jealous Chloe #possessive sex #Chloe demanded it

[lastchildofkrypton]

Nothing worth sharing like the love that lets us share our name - 3,210 words, one shot.

“Why do you even want to know?”

Beca sighs when she walks into the house and is immediately hit by Charlie’s booming voice. She loves her daughters, dearly, but sometimes she wishes they never learned to talk.

Read on Ao3

Written for @kdancewritedream who requested some hurt/comfort for the IWSMWLLY girls. Thank you for this prompt - I hope this is what you were looking for.

#iwsmwlly #prompt request #bechloe fic #pitch perfect fic

[lespetitesmortsde]

so we can still send you prompts even if you won't get to them now? who're you writing for?

Yeah, for sure, I just want to be as transparent as possible that it may take some time. And if I'm not feeling/can't do a prompt, I'll say so.

I'm definitely in a Southern Gothic / Imodna (Laudna/Imogen from Critical Role, Campaign 3) vibe right now, and I've got a few thoughts percolating there.

I still adore Bechloe (Beca/Chloe from Pitch Perfect), obviously.

Rizzles (Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles from Rizzoli & Isles) is possible, but it's been a long time since I've done stuff for them so I may need to be really inspired to do a prompt justice.

I'm also considering dipping my pen into Vexleth (Vex'ahlia/Keyleth from Critical Role, Campaign 1), but I feel like I'd need to rewatch it first.

You're welcome to suggest others, but I'd need to really get into the media/content for characterisation, so it's probably less likely than a request for one of the pairings I've listed.

#imodna #bechloe #rizzles #vexleth #ask #lespetitesmortsde #writing

[suituuup]

Hi. If you fancy a prompt… bechloe are reminiscing about their first kiss (the leaked kiss) years after it happened. They both tell (or remember) their version of the kiss very differently. Their audience could be their kids, the Bellas, or Beca’s success leads to memoir (tshoeh vibe). Perhaps the Bellas add their own memories /conjectures of the aftermath.

“One more.” Bright blue eyes looked up at Beca. “Please?” 

Their daughter knew damn well Beca was weak to those eyes, unlike Chloe. 

“Fine. Which one, baby?” 

The five-year-old positively beamed. “Your first kiss with mommy.” 

Out of all the requests Beca could have imagined, this wasn’t one of them. “Oh, uh…” she cleared her throat, smiling as her mind went down memory lane. “Well. It was right after we finished the USO tour. I had just performed by myself and your mom was standing there looking really pretty and we just… kissed.” 

Allison let out a little huff that was scarily similar to Chloe’s. “But who kissed who?” 

“Oh, um, I think I did?” Beca said, suddenly unsure. 

“What was it like?” 

Beca felt a little awkward talking about that with her daughter, even if a fond smile spread over her lips with the memory. “It felt like… two pieces of a puzzle finally fit together, you know? I had been waiting for that for so long and it sort of felt like I was coming home.” 

“Did you love Mommy already?” 

Beca hummed. “Yeah, I did. Very much.” She kissed the top of Allison’s head. “K. Bedtime munchkin. I love you.” 

Chloe was reading in bed when she came back into the bedroom, Jacob was sound asleep in the cot on Beca’s side. She lovingly gazed at her son for a moment before sliding in beside her wife. 

“So,” Chloe started as soon as Beca had settled down. “You were the one to make the move?” 

Beca chuckled, not surprised at all that Chloe had eavesdropped on that conversation. “Wasn’t I?” 

“No!” Chloe whisper-shouted. “I was the one to kiss you.” 

“You were?” 

“Wow, I love how memorable our first kiss is for you,” Chloe mumbled, glancing back at her book.

Beca shuffled closer. “I’m sorry I don’t remember the details. What I remember though is how amazing it was and how good it felt to finally be able to do that.” 

“Nice save,” Chloe said, still wearing the trace of a pout on her lips. 

Beca nuzzled her cheek. “Want to refresh my memory?” 

#bechloe

[bechloe-week]

DATE CHANGE FOR PROMPT SUBMISSIONS!

Due to starting Bechloe Week late, prompt submissions were going to be opened for an extra two days. However, with it only being announced 24 hours ago and a whopping 30 submissions already, prompt submissions will be closing the evening of Sunday, July 17th.

The list of prompts will be posted on Monday, July 18th, for one full week of voting.

As a reminder, please do not submit specific scenarios - these should be directed to individuals in the fandom that take requests. Please consider prompts that are open ended, such as a word, a concept, a phrase, etc.

Please reach out if you have any questions!!

#bechloe #bechloe week #pitch perfect #chloe beale #beca mitchell #pp3 #bechloe week 2022

[beca-mitchell]

So I just spent the better half of two days binge reading every single one of your bechloe works on ao3 because somehow in the great year of 2022 the bechloe bug finally got me and the hyperfixation hit me hard.

Im just wondering if you still take requests for them or write for them! If you do I have some fun ideas that I’d love to bounce off of you :) and I write myself so I’d love to send you some prompts or inspo if you’re still interested in writing them!

You’re obviously one of the most talented writers I’ve had the privilege of coming across by the way if my binge reading didn’t make that obvious enough! So this is also just a thank you for using your talents to bring bechloe to life so vividly the fandom is so lucky to have you!

hey omg thank you so much! i've actually been going through such a writing slump due to personal reasons, but i want to try to put something out before the end of the year

i also would be so so so happy to talk about anything and everything bechloe. my dms are open, but so is my discord (because tumblr notifications never come through to me for some reason) which might be easier for chatting.

no but seriously, thank you for taking the time to send this. and for reading my fics in this day and age!!

i can't promise responses to prompts, but only because i feel really bad when i can't fulfill one. but i take everything under consideration.

#ask #anonymous #nice things

[disastercomingfaster]

Spilling Secrets (Bechloe Fanfiction)

Alright, so this is my first attempt at a fanfiction in...months, I think. Please go easy on me, I’ve been trying to get over my writer’s block and an awesome user named @lyricalmuse91 recommended I write a fanfiction based on the song “If You Love Her” by Forest Blakk and so I came up with this slightly angsty but also very fluffy fanfiction. Please enjoy! And if it’s not great, my apologies, hopefully this will get me out of my slump. Please know I am open for more requests in the future, just inbox me. 

Take it If she gives you her heart Don't you break it Let your arms be a place She feels safe in She's the best thing that you'll ever have

 “I’m in the room, yet all you can do is stare at your phone?” Chloe’s giggling voice snapped Beca out of the trance she was in.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Beca quickly swiped out of the page she was in and set down her phone.

Chloe grinned and made a grab for Beca’s phone. “What kind of porn were you looking at?” She teased.

Beca grabbed the phone and stood up. “Nope, nope!” She held the phone above her head.

Chloe burst out laughing. “Are you serious Mitchell?” She reached up and easily grabbed Beca’s phone. Beca blushed; Chloe was a good two inches taller. This had been a rookie mistake.

“Chloe, please don’t.” Beca let down her guard and pleaded with the red head.

Chloe looked at Beca in surprise. “What’s wrong?”

“Just please, give me back my phone.” Beca begged. Slowly Chloe handed her the phone.

“Whatever it was, you can tell me.” Chloe reminded her.

Beca sighed and shoved her phone back in her pocket. “Let’s talk about something else, please.”

Chloe sighed. “You always do this.”

“Do what?” Beca asked.

“You’re my best friend, and I feel like I know nothing about you.” Chloe told her. “I’ve told you everything about me, every detail about my life. But I only partially know you.”

“You know what matters.” Beca insisted.

“Do I?” Chloe asked, sitting back on the ground. “Do you not trust me?”

“I don’t trust anyone.” Beca said impulsively.

“I didn’t think I was just anyone.” Chloe snapped.

Beca sighed and sat down next to the red head. She wrapped her arms and pulled her into a hug.

“You’re not just anyone.” Beca assured her. “I’m just…I’m just scared you won’t like what you see. I can’t lose you, Chloe.”

“Have you murdered anyone? Because I think I can handle anything else from you.” Chloe teased.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t killed anyone that mattered.” Beca teased back. Chloe gently smacked the younger girl’s hand and they both laughed.

 She always has trouble Falling asleep And she likes to cuddle While under the sheets She loves Pop songs And dancing, and bad trash TV There's still a few other things

 Beca pulled her keys out of her pocket, doing her best to not fall right asleep at the door. Somehow her group project had underestimated how long it would take to finish up their report. She hadn’t gotten out of the library until nearly midnight.

Beca pulled the front door open, trying to be as quiet as possible, only to be greeted by Chloe in her pajamas.

“Hey bestie.” Chloe waved.

“What the fuck are you doing up, hun?” Beca sighed. “Don’t you have class at seven tomorrow?”

“I couldn’t sleep, so I wanted to watch some Jersey Shore reruns.” Chloe shrugged.

“Again?” Beca asked.

“I mean…” Chloe shrugged. “You know what always helps me fall asleep, right?”

Beca rolled her eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Please, Beca?” Chloe pleaded.

Beca sighed. “Let me put my stuff down in my room and change, I’ll meet you in your room.”

Chloe was already comfortable in bed by the time Beca made it to her room. Beca rolled her eyes. “Move over, weirdo.”

Chloe grinned and made a space in bed for Beca to slide in. Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe.

“Thank you.” Chloe snuggled into Beca.

“I can’t believe you make me do this.” Beca complained.

“Oh, shut up. You love this just as much as I do.” Chloe laughed.

Beca rolled her eyes, but Chloe was partially right. Beca both loved and hated cuddling Chloe until she fell asleep. She hated in for the same reason she loved it.

She was in love with Chloe.

And Chloe had no idea.

 Take it If she gives you her heart Don't you break it Let your arms be a place She feels safe in She's the best thing that you'll ever have She'll love you If you love her

 “So, you two are literally spooning almost nightly, but you can’t tell her you love her?” Jesse laughed and took a sip of his beer.

“I wouldn’t call it spooning.” Beca practically whispered, looking around the bar.

“No, it’s literally spooning.” Jesse said, not bothering to keep his voice down. “You are straight up friendzoned.”

“And you clearly can’t handle alcohol.” Beca said, grabbing his drink out of his hand.

“Hey!” Jesse protested.

“You can get this back when you stop being an asshole.” Beca said. “Which means you will probably never get it back.”

Jesse laughed and grabbed his drink. “Becs, she likes you. She needs you to help her fall asleep. That’s sickening and possibly adorable.”

“Yeah, and what if you’re wrong?” Beca snapped, taking a swig of her beer. “What if you’re wrong and I completely ruin our friendship and make things totally awkward?”

“You’re probably already making things awkward because you’re in love with her and you’re pretending you aren’t.” Jesse pointed out.

“God.” Becca groaned. “I hate it when you have actual points.”

Jesse winked and took another sip of his beer. “Look. Beca. She’s crazy about you. You two are together all the time and she has these desperate-looking googly eyes whenever you’re around. She’s into you. And it’s really gross, to be honest. Go for it, kid. What’s the worst that will happen?” Jesse laughed. “I mean, I told you I was hot for you and here we are getting drunk on a Tuesday night three years later even though you have absolutely no feelings for me.”

“I mean, that is a good point.” Beca admitted.

“Just go for it, Becs. You hold everything in, why not try trusting people every now and then?” Jesse took anther chug of his drink. “How about the next round is on me?”

“Sounds good.” Beca finished her drink. “I think I’m going to need it.”

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 “You’re doing that thing again.” Chloe’s voice interrupted Beca’s thoughts.

“What?” Beca asked, locking her phone.

“Beca, something is clearly going on with you.” Chloe insisted.

“Just drop it, Chloe.” Beca insisted, shoving her phone in her pocket.

“We’ve been best friends for over three years. I’ve told you every stupid thing about me but now something is clearly going on that you think I can’t handle hearing about and you’re keeping me in the dark!”

“It’s complicated.” Beca muttered, avoiding eye contact with the red head. To tell Chloe what was going on with her phone could easily lead to Beca sharing she had feelings for the red head which could lead to Chloe never speaking to her again.

“I’m listening.” Chloe said, taking Beca’s hand. Beca bit her lip, trying to control the rush of emotion that went through her.

“I can’t-”

“Beca, if you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine. I just want to make sure my relationship with you works on both sides. It can’t just be me sharing to you, me complaining to you. I want you to feel like you can trust me, hun.”

“Michelle’s pregnant!” Beca burst out.

“Michelle?” Chloe asked. “Who’s Michelle, Becs?”

“She…we dated…we had plans and we were…” Beca sighed. “It doesn’t matter. She moved on…and I mean I guess I should have by now, and I thought I did…it was high school for Christ’s sake…but I mean, we were going to get married and…fuck, I’m pathetic…”

“Beca, you don’t have to judge how you feel.” Chloe squeezed her hand.

“I was crushed years ago and now I’m…I’m this.” Beca laughed.

Chloe laughed. “And what’s wrong with this? I think this is pretty cool.” Chloe squeezed Beca’s hand. They both stared at each other for a moment. “I think ‘this’ is perfect.” Chloe whispered.

Before Beca knew what was happening, Chloe had pressed her lips against Beca’s. Beca immediately pulled Chloe closer.

“You…you wanted…you also…?” Beca sputtered out in-between kisses.  

Chloe pulled away and giggled. “Honestly, this is what I thought you were hiding.”

“I mean, it was.” Beca laughed. “But I thought if I shared anything all my feelings would just pour out.”

“I knew you were just a big softie under all that attitude.” Chloe giggled, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

“Hey! Beca Mitchell is no softie!” Beca laughed and put her lips back to Chloe’s.

“Wait, wait!” Chloe pulled away. “Does that mean you trust me now?”

Beca laughed. “Chloe. I always trusted you. And I was so, so fucking scared if I told you the truth, I would lose you. And I don’t know what the hell I would do without you, Chlo.”

Chloe grinned and kissed Beca. “I’ll make sure you’ll never have to find out.”

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37. Leaving when you know that your presence hurts them too much

Words: 8178

Notes: So, as you can tell by the word count, this one got away from me... And as you can probably guess by the prompt it's an angsty one. Trigger warnings for illness and depression and some religion-based homophobia.

Thank you for sending this prompt, I'm sorry it took so long to get out. Hopefully the obscene word count makes up for that 😂

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Chloe kept her gaze on the ceiling as Beca finally fell asleep beside her. Her breathing evening out, the weight of her arm on Chloe’s stomach getting heavier.

She waited a little longer, relishing in this moment. In this closeness. In this love. 

It would have been so easy to just change her mind.

To allow herself to fall asleep in the safety of her fiance's arms. To get up the next morning as if nothing had happened. As if nothing was going to happen.

But she couldn’t do that.

She couldn’t do that to Beca. Beca, who she loved more than anything in this world.

She couldn’t put her through that kind of pain.

Yes, this would hurt her too, but it would be nothing compared to the pain of losing her slowly. Of watching this illness eat away at her.

No. Chloe cared about Beca too much for that. She wouldn’t let Beca watch her suffer. She’d rip the bandaid off now. Tonight.

She eased herself out from underneath Beca’s arm and slipped out of bed. 

She dressed in silence, shoved some clothes into a bag, and pulled out the letter she’d hidden in her bottom drawer. 

She pressed a final kiss to the side of Beca’s head, placed the letter on her nightstand, then slipped off her engagement ring and put it on top.

She left her phone plugged in on her own nightstand, not wanting Beca to have any way of contacting her.

This needed to be a clean break.

Brutal and painful, but quick. 

She took one last look around the room. One last look at Beca. At the way she looked when Chloe thought she was at her most beautiful. Relaxed and unguarded. She wanted to kiss her again. She wanted to press her lips against the tattoo on her shoulder, against the curve of her jaw and the hollow of her neck. She wanted to hear her laugh again.

She almost went back. Almost put her ring back on, crumpled up the letter, and crawled back into bed.

Almost.

Then she thought about what the doctor had told her.

About the toll the treatment would take on her. About the chances of success. About the kind of care she’d need, and the decisions that would have to be made if it all went wrong.

She turned away before the silent tears she was shedding turned into full sobs and she left the room. Left the house. Climbed into her car, and drove.

Beca woke the next morning to the sound of Chloe’s alarm.

“Chlo’? Can you get that?” Beca mumbled, turning to bury her face into the pillow. 

When she got no response she finally opened her eyes, frowning when she saw the empty space beside her.

She shut Chloe’s alarm off and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

“Chloe?”

Silence.

That’s when she noticed the ring on her nightstand and the letter.

She swallowed, trying to ignore the cold dread that filled her stomach.

She stared at the letter, trying to think of any other explanation. Her heart was beating uncomfortably in her chest, and her hands shook as she picked up the letter.

I just need to open it and then it’ll all make sense, she thought. Chloe won’t have left me. 

She can’t have left me.

Beca started crying five words into the letter.

Chloe had left her.

She was gone.

Beca picked up her phone and called her immediately, her heart sinking again as she heard it ring from the other side of the room.

She cancelled the call and then called Aubrey

“Beca, it’s seven in the morning, what the hell-”

“Chloe’s gone,” Beca sobbed, any effort to keep her voice steady had gone out of the window. 

“What?”

“She’s gone. She… She left.” Beca started crying harder. “She left me.”

“What do you mean she left? Where did she go? Why did she go?”

Beca tried to answer but her sobs were coming in tight gasps as she struggled to keep control of her breathing.

“Beca, calm down and tell me what happened,” Aubrey said. 

Beca couldn’t. She let the phone slip from her hand as the gravity of what was happening began to hit her.

Chloe was sick. Really sick. She was sick, and she’d left Beca - had broken up with Beca - because she didn’t want her to have to watch her die.

She didn’t want her to have to take care of her.

She didn’t want her.

Chloe had been the one to pursue Beca after college. She had been the one to ask her on a date. To ask her to be her girlfriend. She’d been the one to get Beca to lower her defences. To ask her to move in. To ask her to marry her.

She’d been the one to promise Beca she’d never leave. Never hurt her. Never stop loving her.

They’d made plans. Promises.

And now she’d left. 

Aubrey found Beca curled up on her bed crying harder than she’d ever seen her.

She tried to get her to calm down, to say something, but Beca didn’t even seem to register that she was there.

Aubrey picked up the crumpled and tear-stained letter and began to read.

‘My Beca,

I’m leaving. In fact, I’ve already left. I cannot ask you to watch me get sicker. I can’t ask you to give up your life to take care of me. I won’t ask you to watch me die.

I know this hurts. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but trust me it’ll be better this way.

I love you, and I will never stop loving you, but I do not want to see you again.

I do not want you to look for me.

This is a clean break. An out. You’re free from me now.

Tell the Bellas that I’m sorry it has to be this way.

All my love,

Chloe.’

“Jesus,” Aubrey said softly, tears in her eyes as she folded the letter back up.

She knew Chloe was sick but she never thought she’d do this.

She didn’t know what to say or do, so she put her hand on Beca’s back, and sat with her until the crying stopped.

“I have to find her,” Beca said, crying giving way to exhaustion. “She can’t give up.”

“We’ll find her,” Aubrey said, her hand still rubbing soothing circles on Beca’s back. 

“If she doesn’t want to be with me anymore, I’ll respect that,” Beca said. “But she can’t do this alone.”

-

A month passed without a word from Chloe.

No one had seen her. No one had heard from her.

Her social media accounts hadn’t been touched, it was like she’d stopped existing the moment she’d left.

Beca wasn’t coping.

She took time off work and spent it shut away in her home office. Calling everyone she knew who knew Chloe. She called hospitals in case she’d been admitted, and even tried calling the police to report a missing person. They told her she was an adult, who had taken her clothes and money, and had even left a note. They told her she wasn’t a missing person, and that it wasn’t their job to help her track down her ex-girlfriend.

Beca never thought Chloe would be her ex anything. 

She never thought Chloe would hurt her like this, whatever her reasoning for it had been.

Even if she found Chloe now and convinced her to come home, would she ever be able to trust her again?

Beca didn’t know, and that scared her almost as much as not knowing where she was.

Maybe there was no going back to how things were.

Maybe she’d never feel love like that again. 

It felt bitterly unfair that Chloe would open her up in this way and show her what love felt like. Convince her that it was real, that it wasn’t about to fall apart in front of her, only to have her yank it away. Leaving her alone, cold, exposed.

How do you come back from that?

She knew Chloe was sick. She knew she was scared. She knew she was trying to protect her.

But it was hard not to be angry at her.

It was hard when she could feel her heart beginning to turn to stone. She could feel the weight of it in her chest as it started to harden. She wondered how it was still beating. She wondered why it was still beating.

At first, she’d tried to fight it. Tried to resist the feeling of it calcifying in her chest. She didn’t want to be that person. She wanted to be the person Chloe had fallen in love with. She wanted to be the person who had fallen in love with Chloe.

But with every morning that she woke up alone it got harder and harder and, in the end, it was easier to give in. To let it take her.

It was like being greeted by an old friend that she’d hoped she’d never see again. 

Like putting on an old sweater that she thought she’d outgrown, but that fit her as well as it ever had.

By the time Aubrey had noticed it happening, it was too late.

Beca stopped trying.

She stopped caring.

She went back to work and did little else. 

Calls and texts went unanswered, and even when Aubrey turned up at her door, Beca had little to say to her.

She hardly ate, hardly slept, she just existed.

The rock in her chest got heavier with each day until one day it was too heavy to lift.

It pinned her to the bed, so that’s where she stayed.

Her phone buzzed on her nightstand until the battery died. 

She felt… nothing.

After days of silence, Aubrey went over. She used the spare key under the plant pot and marched her way into Beca’s bedroom.

“Beca, I found her,” she said. “I know where she is. I’m driving out there now, are you going to come?”

Beca didn’t react, she just kept staring at a point on the wall.

“Beca? Did you hear me?” She moved around the bed and stood in Beca’s eye line. She tried not to let the shock of her appearance show on her face. Aubrey had never seen her look like this before. She looked so hollow and pale. “Beca… I… Beca, I’m so sorry. I should have… I should have seen this coming. I should have been here.”

Beca didn’t react.

“I’m sorry,” Aubrey said again. “I should have known you weren’t coping. I should have helped.”

She felt torn. She wanted to go and see Chloe. To check if she was okay, to convince her to come home, but she couldn’t leave Beca like this.

“Beca, please say something,” Aubrey said, sitting on the edge of the bed, pushing a strand of greasy hair from her face.

“You should go to her,” Beca said, her voice hoarse from disuse. “Go make sure she’s okay.”

“Will you come with me?” Aubrey asked, relieved to hear her voice, terrified at the sound of it so empty.

“She doesn’t want to see me,” Beca said, her voice void of emotion. As if she was stating a simple fact, and not a heartbreaking truth. “She doesn’t want me. I’m not going to force her to deal with me.” Beca blinked and swallowed, her throat dry and scratchy. “You should go. She needs someone.”

“Bec, I can’t leave you like this,” Aubrey said. “You need someone.”

“I’m fine,” Beca said. “I’m not sick. I’m not dying. I’m just… tired.”

“Beca-”

“Go,” Beca said. “Please. I’m not asking you to pick between us, she’s your best friend.”

“I’m calling Stacie and telling her to come over here,” Aubrey said. 

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Beca said, a hint of a growl in her voice. “Just go and find Chloe. She doesn’t want me, but she never told you she never wanted to see you again. So go.”

“And what do I say when she asks how you are?” Aubrey asked, feeling tears stinging her eyes.

“Tell her the truth,” Beca said. “Tell her I’m right where she left me. She can come and see for herself how I am.”

“Beca, what are you trying to do here? Are you just giving up on yourself because you think that'll, I don’t know, guilt her into coming back?” Aubrey asked, her fear, anger, and frustration getting the better of her.

Beca looked at her properly now, and the look in her eyes was something Aubrey had never seen before. It knocked the air out of her lungs.

“Fuck you,” she said. “Fuck you for thinking I’d stoop that fucking low.”

“Beca, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“Get out. Find her or don’t, I don’t care, but I need you to get out of my house.”

Too scared to hear what Beca would say next, and too scared of making it worse, Aubrey apologised again before hurrying out of the house, guilt pooling in her stomach as she pulled out of the drive and drove off.

Beca started crying as soon as the front door closed.

Was that really what they thought of her?

That she was, what, faking? That she was doing this deliberately in the hopes that Chloe would hear about it and come back to her?

She didn’t want to be this way. She didn’t want to feel this way.

She wished she’d been able to do what Chloe had asked of her. She wished she’d been able to see that this was for the best. She wished she’d been able to carry on living. She wished she didn’t still love Chloe with every miserable atom in her body.

Well, if that’s what her friends thought of her, she’d be better off without them. She didn’t need them. She didn’t need any of them.

Aubrey would find Chloe, bring her back, and they could all carry on with their Bellas sisterhood without her.

She’d never really belonged anyway, no matter how much she’d wanted to believe she had.

God, she hated this.

She didn’t know if she’d ever felt lower in her entire life.

She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve it.

When the doorbell rang a little while later, she made no move to answer it.

Then she heard the door open, and she cursed Aubrey for not locking it after her, and she cursed herself for not getting up to check.

“Bec?” Stacie’s voice rang out in her otherwise silent house. “Aubrey called and told me what she said. She’s really sorry, and we’re all really worried about you.”

Stacie found her curled up in the bedroom, her back to the door.

“Beca, I’m sorry I haven’t been a better friend. I should have made more of an effort to check in on you,” Stacie said. “Aubrey’s going to get her back, you know? She’s going to fix this. And when Chloe comes back, you don’t want her to see you like this, do you?”

“I don’t really care, Stace,” Beca said. “I don’t think there’s any easy fix to this, do you? I think we’re past the point of things being fixed now.”

“So, what, this is it then? You’re just going to wallow here until you die?” Stacie asked. 

“Don’t know,” Beca said, turning her face away, her voice becoming muffled by the pillows. “Don’t care.”

“Fuck that,” Stacie said. “You do care. You care so much you feel like it’s going to shatter you. If you didn’t care, you’d be carrying on like normal.”

“I don’t know what you want from me,” Beca said, the strain back in her voice. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to try, Beca. I want you to take a shower, change your clothes, eat something,” Stacie said. “You aren’t going to get better if you just… give up.”

“You make it sound easy.”

“It isn’t easy. You’re… I don’t think it would be a stretch of the imagination to say you’re depressed. Capital D Depressed. You can’t get out of bed, you aren’t eating, you aren’t going to work, you’re pushing away your friends.”

“I know what it is, Stacie, I’ve had it my entire life.”

“I know you have. Which means you should know that this kind of thing doesn’t fix itself. You need to work hard to get better. And it is hard, Beca. It will be hard. But you aren’t alone. Whether Chloe comes back or not, you aren’t alone. You have us. We’re your family Beca, we’ve got you.”

“Stop it,” Beca said, her voice wobbling now. “Please. Please just leave me alone.”

“No,” Stacie said. “You don’t get to give up.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to lose my friend,” Stacie said. “I don’t want to lose you. Neither does Aubrey, neither do any of the Bellas.”

“I’m tired. I’m really tired, Stacie.”

“I know,” Stacie said. “I’m sorry, Beca. I should have tried harder. I should have realised… When did you stop taking your meds?”

“A few days after she left. I just… I ran out. I forgot to get the prescription refilled with everything that happened. And then it was just… It was too late. It felt too late,” Beca said.

The anger had gone from Beca now, she was just tired and desperately unhappy.

“Aubrey shouldn’t have said that to you,” Stacie said, after a few minutes of silence.

“She doesn’t know. None of them do, just you and Chloe,” Beca said.

“She still shouldn’t have said it,” Stacie said. “She didn’t mean it. That isn’t what she thinks of you, it isn’t what any of us think of you.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Beca said. “I don’t know how to get better.”

“Start small,” Stacie said. “Shower and food, and tomorrow we’ll get you back on your meds. I’m not going anywhere, okay? I promise.”

Beca sniffed and nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”

After what seemed like a lot of effort, Beca managed to drag herself up and into the shower. While she showered, Stacie found some clean pyjamas and fixed her a sandwich.

Her phone buzzed with a text while she was heating some soup to go with the sandwich.

Aubrey: Found her. Convinced her to come home. She’s okay. xxx

Stacie: I’m glad she’s okay, but please don’t bring her to Beca’s. She’s in a bad way. Take her to our place, I’m going to stay with Beca until she’s feeling better xxx

Aubrey: Okay, give Beca my love, and tell her I’m sorry. Love you xxx

Stacie: Love you too xxx

“Hey,” Beca said, walking out of the bedroom, shivering in the cold air of the living room.

“Hi,” Stacie said, putting the soup and sandwich on the coffee table. “Feel better?”

“A little,” Beca said, sitting down on the sofa. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do this.”

“I know,” Stacie said. “Eat up.”

Stacie flicked through the TV channels as Beca ate, encouraging her to try and eat a little more every time she showed signs of stopping. 

Once Beca had eaten as much as she could, Stacie turned off the TV and turned to look at her. 

“Aubrey found her,” she said. “She’s bringing her back to our place.”

Beca nodded but didn’t say anything. 

“I told Aubrey not to bring her here,” Stacie said. “You need to focus on getting well again. And I’m going to stay here until you are.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Beca said, feeling relieved that she wasn’t about to be faced with Chloe yet. She wasn’t ready to see her. She didn’t know if she’d ever feel ready to see her. “You can go home, help make sure Chloe’s alright.”

“Chloe doesn’t need me,” Stacie said. “You do. You can’t do this on your own.”

Beca knew it was pointless arguing, so she just nodded, sitting back on the sofa.

“I never thought there’d be a time in my life when I didn’t want to see Chloe,” Beca said, her chest feeling heavy again. “What if I never want to see her again?”

“Then you don’t have to see her,” Stacie said. “I know she’s sick, I know she was trying to protect you, but she hurt you. You’re allowed to feel hurt. You’re allowed to be angry. Don’t force yourself to forgive her before you’re ready.”

“She might not even want my forgiveness,” Beca said. “I don’t know why I all of a sudden think she’d want to see me.”

“I don’t think she’d have agreed to come back if she didn’t want to see you,” Stacie said. “But you don’t have to worry about that yet. Focus on yourself first.”

“I don’t know how to do that,” Beca said. 

“I know,” Stacie said. “That’s why I’m here.”

Beca’s mouth twitched into a smile for the first time in over a month. “I guess I got lucky when my best friend turned out to be a therapist, huh?”

Stacie smiled back. “Very lucky,” she said. “Do you know how much I’d charge for a session like this normally?”

-

It was a few weeks later when Beca finally started to feel like herself again. She was back on her meds, eating and sleeping more regularly, and had started seeing a therapist that Stacie had recommended. She hadn’t gone back to work yet, but she was in regular contact with them, and they encouraged her to take however long she needed.

She hadn’t seen or spoken to Chloe yet.

Stacie had given her bits and pieces of information when Beca had asked for it, but she never pushed her to make contact.

She’d met up with Aubrey a few times, who also wasn’t pressuring her to meet with Chloe.

All Beca knew was that Chloe was well and that she wanted to see her, but she understood if that wasn’t what Beca wanted.

Beca didn’t know what she wanted.

She missed Chloe desperately, but she was so afraid to see her. So scared of what her reaction would be. What if she felt nothing but hatred? What if all the warmth she used to get from Chloe was gone, replaced by cold anger?

She knew it was a possibility that she’d see her and never be able to forgive her, and she wasn’t ready for the confirmation that their relationship was over.

So she kept putting it off, until, almost four weeks after Chloe came back, she agreed to meet her.

They met in a coffee shop near Stacie and Aubrey’s apartment, and Chloe arrived before Beca did.

It took Beca a few minutes to locate her. She’d been looking for the familiar flash of red hair that used to make her heart speed up, but when her eyes finally landed on Chloe, the red hair was gone.

She was wearing a navy beanie on her head, and a hoodie that Beca vaguely recognised as one of her own. The last time she’d seen Chloe wearing it, it had only just fit her. Now she was practically drowning in it.

She looked tired and uncomfortable, but when her eyes fell on Beca, they lit up. They sparkled like they always had, and her mouth broke into a smile, chapped lips almost splitting.

“Hi,” she said when Beca reached the table. “It’s so good to see you.”

“How are you?” Beca asked, watching her wearily.

“Better,” Chloe said, taking in Beca’s appearance. She looked like she’d lost weight too, and bags under her eyes let Chloe know she probably wasn’t sleeping well either. “I’m doing better.”

Beca nodded. “Good,” she said. “I’m glad.”

“How are you?” Chloe asked, her hands twitching in her lap as she fought the urge to reach out and take her hand.

Beca shrugged. “Fine,” she said. “Better than I was.”

“Good,” Chloe said. “Um, Stacie said you came off your meds for a bit. I’m glad you’re doing better now.”

Beca sighed and rubbed at her forehead. “Cool, glad she shared that. It was an accident, I didn’t just decide to do it. I… I was too focused on trying to find you, I didn’t realise I’d run out.”

“Bec, it’s okay, you don’t owe me an explanation,” Chloe said. She looked down at the tea in front of her, not wanting to meet Beca’s eyes. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“I’m gonna get a coffee,” Beca said, standing up. “Do you want anything?”

Chloe shook her head. She hated seeing the pain in Beca’s eyes. Hated that she had been the cause of it. She’d promised Beca she’d never hurt her and she’d done it anyway. She just hoped that whatever damage had been caused could be fixed. She hoped there was still a chance for them.

Beca got back a few minutes later with her coffee and something on a plate. She sat down and pushed the plate towards Chloe.

There was a gingerbread man in the shape of a snowman on the plate, complete with orange icing for the nose and chocolate chips for the buttons.

Chloe looked at Beca, who shrugged.

“They’re your favourite,” she said, not meeting her eye.

Chloe felt tears spring to her eyes as she broke it in half and offered it to Beca. Beca hesitated, then took it. Chloe smiled. Maybe there was hope for them yet.

“I, um, I’m really sorry for what I did Beca,” Chloe said, once the silence between them had stretched on too long. “I honestly thought I was making the right decision. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

Beca swallowed, her attention still focused on the broken gingerbread showman in her hands. She didn’t know what to say to that, so she took a bite of it.

“Bec, can I try and explain myself?” Chloe asked. “Can you just hear me out? Then, if you want nothing to do with me after that, I’ll understand. I won’t like it, but I’ll understand.”

Beca nodded, feeling the gingerbread sticking in her throat. She felt sick. She wanted to go home.

“So, um, I guess it starts a few days after my diagnosis, but before I saw the specialist,” Chloe said. “I didn’t tell you, but I called my Mom.”

Beca looked at her now, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Yeah,” Chloe said, rubbing the back of her neck. “I thought… I thought she should know. She asked… She asked me if I was still going to marry you. I thought she was just being her usual homophobic self, but then she said… She said I was selfish.” Tears filled her eyes but she carried on talking. “She said that staying with you was selfish. That I was going to ruin your life and break your heart if I made you watch me get sick and die. You know, the same thing my dad did to her.”

“Chloe,” Beca said softly, the first hint of warmth that Chloe had heard from her. It made her want to cry harder. “You should have told me.”

“I know,” Chloe said, sniffing and wiping her eyes. “I know that now.” She cleared her throat and took a sip of tea. “She told me I should come home. She told me she would take care of me, that that was her job as a mother.”

Beca scoffed before she could stop herself. “When has she ever cared about being a mother before?”

“I thought she was trying to change,” Chloe said, the ache and want in her voice evident. “I thought this would be different.”

“So you actually went to her? After everything she did to you growing up? After everything she’s done since?”

“I was scared,” Chloe said. “And guess what, it turns out brain tumours actually do have an impact on your decision-making abilities. My one, apparently, affected my ability to think rationally. It made me more impulsive. Anyway, I decided if the specialist told me it was benign, an easy fix, I’d stay. If… If he gave me bad news I would go.”

Beca swallowed, tears filling her eyes as she remembered that awful day. Listening to the neurosurgeon explain that, because of its size, the tumour was too risky to try and remove, but because it was cancerous, they couldn’t leave it in. He said they’d have to blast it with radiation, to try and shrink it down and stop the cancer spreading, then they’d try to remove it once it was a more manageable size. He explained how sick Chloe would get, and how risky the surgery would still be. How many things could go wrong. He gave Chloe her chances of survival, and they weren’t good.

Beca’s hand had gripped Chloe’s the whole time. She’d promised to be there with her. To take care of her. To do whatever she needed.

Chloe had been quiet. Hardly saying a word all night, or the few days that followed.

Now Beca knew why.

“So, you went to your Mom’s?” Beca asked, wanting to push those awful memories away.

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “And I realised my mistake as soon as I got there.” She wiped away another tear, and Beca could see her hand was shaking. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a steadying breath as she fought back the sudden wave of nausea. When she opened her eyes, Beca was looking at her with concern. “Sorry,” she said. “I’m just… I’m really tired.”

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Beca asked, finding it hard to stay angry at Chloe when she was looking so tired and weak.

“No,” Chloe said. “I owe you an explanation. I need you to know what happened.”

“We don’t have to do this now,” Beca said. “You can tell me another time.”

“Please,” Chloe said. “Please, let me finish?”

Beca sighed and nodded, and Chloe took another sip of her now cold tea.

“As soon as I got there… I should have just turned around and come home, but I was so tired. She… She made me pray with her. For hours. She kept saying the tumour was punishment from God for being a sinner. She,” Chloe’s voice broke and she took another drink of tea, “she said if I wanted to be cured then I needed to repent.”

“Jesus,” Beca said, softly. “What the fuck?”

“I refused,” Chloe said. “I told her this wasn’t why I’d come, and that first thing in the morning I’d be going home. I said I’d made a mistake. She woke me up every hour to pray with her, trying to get me to repent. To ask for forgiveness. I begged her to stop but she wouldn’t. I was so tired, Beca. I’d been awake for over 24 hours, and she wouldn’t let me sleep. So I just… I gave in. I asked God for forgiveness, and she let me sleep.”

“She’s… she’s fucking sick,” Beca said, her voice shaking as she tried to repress the anger she was feeling. “What she did… that’s torture, Chloe. It’s abusive.”

“I know,” Chloe said, her voice tired, her head hurting. “Which is why I planned to just play along until I’d slept enough, and then leave as soon as I got the chance. I… I was ready to go. My bag was packed, I had my car keys and then,” Chloe swallowed, and rubbed a hand against her forehead. “I had a seizure.”

Beca took a deep breath and forced herself not to cry. She reached out to take Chloe’s without thinking, and Chloe gripped it tightly like a lifeline.

“When I came round, my Mom had put me back in bed. I asked her to take me to the hospital, but she said I didn’t need any doctor, I just needed God. I… I was so scared, Beca,” Chloe said, her voice shaking. “I thought I was going to die, alone in that room, with no one there who loved me.”

“You didn’t have your phone,” Beca said, remembering the panic that had set in when she realised she couldn’t call Chloe. “You couldn’t call for help.”

“It felt like karma,” Chloe said. “It felt like I was being punished. I kept getting sicker. I got headaches so bad that I couldn’t see. All the days started to blend together, and I didn’t know what was real anymore. I… I started begging God to forgive me. To stop the pain.”

Beca sniffed and squeezed her hand tighter. “I called your mom, you know?”

“You did?”

“I called everyone. I called hospitals and the police and anyone I could think of who might have known where you were,” Beca said. “I… I was terrified. I called your Mom, and as soon as she heard my name, she hung up. I should have tried harder. I should have driven out there.”

“No,” Chloe said. “This wasn’t your fault. You’d never have thought to look for me there. I should never have gone there. I’m so sorry, Beca. I’m so sorry I put you through this.”

Beca shook her head and wiped her eyes again. “How did you get away from her? How did Aubrey find you?”

“I don’t know how long it had been, all the days sort of blended into one, but one day my aunt came over. Apparently, the people at my Mom’s church were worried because they hadn’t seen her in a while, and they asked my aunt to check on her. She found me in my old room and I… I was in really bad shape. I was dying. She called the cops, called an ambulance, and told my Mom that if she touched me again she’d kill her. She got me out. She saved me,” Chloe said. “I was pretty delirious, I didn’t know what was going on, but apparently I kept asking for you.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Beca said. 

“Bec, you don’t need to apologise for anything. It was my fault you weren’t there. My fault I was even in that mess to begin with,” Chloe said. 

“So how long were you in the hospital for?”

“About a month I think,” Chloe said. “My health had deteriorated so quickly while I was at my Mom’s, because of the stress and lack of sleep and seizures and stuff, that the original treatment plan wasn’t an option anymore. It was either they operate or I die. The tumour was really screwing with me at this point, I didn’t know what was going on or what was real. They didn’t think I had the mental capacity to make the decision, so it was down to my aunt. The poor woman hadn’t seen me in god knows how long, and within the space of 48 hours she’d rescued me from my abusive mother and was having to make a life or death decision. She picked the surgery, which is why I’m sitting here without hair instead of lying in a cold metal drawer.”

Beca felt like something was squeezing her chest. Like something was constricting her air.

“I should have been there,” she said, tears falling quickly. “You shouldn’t have had to do that alone. You almost died and I… I was sulking because you left me.”

“Hey,” Chloe said. “Don’t downplay what you went through. It sounds like you had a pretty substantial depressive episode, and I’m so sorry that I was the one who triggered that. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was protecting you. I got it wrong, I know that now. I made a mistake.”

Beca nodded and used her free hand to wipe her eyes. “So, they got the tumour out then? The big-ass scary tumour that the other neurologist wouldn’t touch?”

Chloe smiled and nodded. “They got it out. Without messing up my eyesight or my speech, which apparently was like a million to one shot. I finished my last round of chemo a few days ago and I’ll go for a checkup in a couple of weeks to see if I’m cancer-free or not. But the doctors are hopeful. They think I’ve got a good chance of beating this thing.”

Beca smiled, genuinely smiled, for what felt like the first time in months. “I’m… I’m so glad you’re okay, Chloe. And I’m glad Aubrey was able to track you down.”

“Actually, my aunt tracked her down. She tried calling you but I guess your phone was off for a while,” Chloe said. 

“Yeah,” Beca said. “I kinda shut the world out for a while.”

“But you’re doing better now?” Chloe asked. “You’re back on your meds? Eating and sleeping and everything?”

“Yeah, I’m doing okay now,” Beca said. “I even started therapy.”

“That’s great, Beca. I’m really proud of you,” she said. She realised they were still holding hands across the table, and her thumb brushed against the side of Beca’s hand. “What happens now, Bec? What happens to us?”

Beca swallowed and her chest felt tight again. “I… I don’t know,” she said. “I’m sorry.” She pulled her hand away, and Chloe tried not to let the hurt show on her face.

“It’s okay,” Chloe said. “You don’t need to be sorry. I didn’t think we’d be able to just pick up from where we left off. I… I still love you. I never stopped loving you. I don’t know if that’s worth anything now, but I need you to know.”

“I still love you too,” Beca said, her eyes focused on her chipped nail polish. “But I can’t pretend that what you did didn’t hurt. I can’t pretend that you didn’t break my heart.” Her voice caught on the last word, and she looked up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. “You… You promised me so many times that you wouldn’t abandon me. That you wouldn’t leave without a word the way my dad did. And then you did exactly that. It… It made me question every other promise you made me. I’m scared I won’t be able to trust you again, Chloe, and I don’t know how we come back from that.”

“Can I play the tumour card one more time?” Chloe asked, her voice wobbly as tears filled her eyes. “It made me make rash decisions. It made me call my Mom for god’s sake, and then she got in my head too. I never wanted to hurt you, Beca, I really thought I was protecting you.”

“I know,” Beca said. “And I can tell myself that until I’m blue in the face, but it doesn’t change the fact that you did hurt me. Whatever the reason, whatever you intended, you hurt me. You left me without a word. Without giving me the chance to fight for you.”

Chloe swallowed, scared she was about to break down in the middle of the coffee shop. “So, what, that’s it? You won’t even try and see if we can work things out?”

“That isn’t what I said,” Beca replied. “I’m just… I’m trying to be honest with you. You’re asking me to forgive you, to give us another go, and I’m telling you I don’t know if I can. I don’t want to be one of those couples that fight all the time, Chlo’. That holds onto every grievance and resentment until they hate each other. I don’t want to hate you.”

Chloe nodded, looking down at her hands as the tears started falling. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry I did this to you. I’m sorry I did it to us.”

“Just,” Beca reached across the table to take Chloe’s hand again, “just give me some time. Let me think about it.”

“Okay,” Chloe said, squeezing Beca’s hand and wiping her eyes with her other. “Take all the time you need.”

“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” Beca said. “You look exhausted.”

It didn’t take long to walk back to Aubrey and Stacie’s place, and soon they were both lingering by the doorway. 

“Do you want to come in?” Chloe asked. 

Beca shook her head. “Thanks,” Beca said, “but I’m good. I need to go and make a mix or something. I need to think. I, um, I’m really sorry for what your Mom did to you, Chloe. And I’m really glad that you’re okay.”

She went to walk away but Chloe took hold of her wrist. 

“Beca, I love you. With every bit of my heart. You know that, right?”

Beca nodded. 

“I know there’s probably nothing I can do or say that will get you to trust me again, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying. I’m… I’m rooting for us. I’m not going to walk away from you again,” Chloe said. 

Beca looked at her. Looked at the sincerity in her eyes. Chloe really believed what she was saying. 

“I really want to believe you, Chloe,” Beca said. “I really want to trust you.” She took a step back, her wrist falling out of Chloe’s grasp. “I’ll call you, okay? You should get inside, it’s freezing out here.”

She turned and left, and began the long walk back home. 

-

Beca twisted the cap off her beer and joined Stacie on the sofa.

“I don’t know what to do,” she said, taking a long drink as she got comfortable.

“Yes you do, you’re just scared to do it,” Stacie said, taking a swig of her own. 

“Can you blame me? What would you do in this situation, if Aubrey did this to you?”

Stacie thought for a minute. “I think, if I thought Aubrey was dying, and then she was given a shot at a full life, I would see that as a miracle. I’d want to spend every single minute with her, regardless of what happened in between.”

Beca shook her head. “I guess you’re a better person than I am.”

“No,” Stacie said, “I’m not. Obviously, I don’t know what I’d do in this situation, because I can’t imagine it ever happening to me. None of us thinks these kinds of things will happen to us.”

Beca took another drink. “I did. When Chloe and I first started dating, like when we got serious, I kept waiting for her to leave. I kept waiting for that moment when she’d realise I wasn’t good enough for her. She spent years convincing me that I was good enough. That I was the person she wanted to spend her life with. I actually started to believe her.”

“Bec, it was one mistake. And I know it was a big one, especially for you, but she was scared. She made one mistake, and she tried to take it back straight away, but she got stuck. She got sick and she got trapped,” Stacie said. “I know you’re hurt, and I know you’re scared, but I don’t think she’d do anything to hurt you like that again.” Beca still looked doubtful. “Look, I didn’t come over to convince you to give her another chance. I’m here for you, to make sure you’re okay. We don’t have to talk about Chloe anymore if you don’t want to.”

“Okay,” Beca said. “Thank you.”

“But I think you’ve made up your mind about what you want to do. And whatever that decision is, whether you try again, or you officially end it, you need to do it soon. You can’t just leave her in limbo forever. She doesn’t deserve that,” Stacie said. 

“Noted,” Beca said, taking another drink to try and push down the swirling nerves in her stomach. “Any more final words before we talk about something else?”

“I just… I think life’s too short not to be with the people you love. And I think if you walk away from this you’ll kick yourself for not even trying. You got mad that Chloe left without giving you a chance to fight for her, well now you have a chance to fight.”

-

Beca: Meet me at the coffee shop tomorrow? X

Chloe: Sure. I have an appointment in the morning, I can meet you at 1 pm? Xx

Beca: See you then xx

-

This time Beca arrived before Chloe, and she tried to keep her nerves under control as she watched the door.

When Chloe finally arrived she felt something tug in her chest at the sight of her. 

She was still wearing the beanie which covered her still very short hair, but her eyes seemed a little brighter. Her face a little fuller.

“Hey,” she said, joining Beca at the table. “How are you?”

“Yeah, I’m good thanks, how are you?”

“Good,” Chloe said, her eyes sparkling. She was biting her bottom lip like she was trying to stop a grin from spreading across her face.

“What?” Beca asked.

“Beca, I’m in remission,” she said, practically squealing. “It’s been like two months now since I had my operation, and there’s been no tumour regrowth, and all my scans and tests have come back clear. They still want me to go in every few months for scans and tests, and I might need more chemo in the future, but, for now, I am cancer free!”

“Oh my god, Chloe, that’s amazing!” Beca said, leaning across the table to give Chloe a hug. “You totally kicked cancer’s ass!”

“I kinda did, right?” Chloe said laughing. The hug ended and they held eye contact as they sat back in their seats. “So, am I getting more good news or is it not so good news?” She tried to keep her voice light, but Beca could tell she was nervous.

“Yeah, it’s um, it could be either, depending on how you feel about me,” Beca said, rubbing the back of her neck. “I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting so long.”

“It’s okay,” Chloe said. “I mean, it’s been tortuous, I’ve missed you so much, but I understand why you needed time.”

“I missed you too,” Beca said. 

“Come on then,” Chloe said. “Let’s hear it.”

“I, um, I don’t really know the best way to say this-”

“Bec, it’s okay, you can tell me,” Chloe said, tears shining in her eyes now. “If you’re trying to think of a way to let me down gently you don’t have to. You can just rip the bandaid off.”

“That’s… That’s not what I’m doing.”

“It’s not?”

“No,” Beca said. She took another breath and she forced herself to look into Chloe’s eyes. “Chloe, will you come home? Please?”

Chloe blinked. “You want me to move back in?”

“I want you to come home,” Beca said. “I’m not saying we should pick up right where we left off, but I also don’t want us to start from scratch. I love you and I miss you, and I don’t want to waste any more time living without you. I… I almost lost you. I did lose you. And now I have a chance to have you back? To have a full life with you? I… I want that with you, Chloe.”

Chloe let out a watery laugh as tears began falling rapidly down her cheeks. She reached out and took hold of Beca’s hand, and Beca wasted no time in entwining their fingers.

“I want that too,” Chloe said. “God, I want it so much, Beca. I miss you and love you so much.”

Beca grinned as she started crying too. “I want to give us the best chance we can, Chlo’. If it doesn’t work out, I want to know that we did everything we could.”

“It will work out,” Chloe said. “I won’t ever let you go again. I won’t ever run away again, no matter what’s going on, no matter how scared I am.”

“I know,” Beca said. “But I also think we should look into doing couples counselling or something. We hit a bump that brought up a lot of stuff for both of us, and I think we need help in sorting through it all.”

“Yeah, of course, whatever you need,” Chloe said. “Beca, do you really mean this? You really want me to move back in?”

“Yeah,” Beca said. “I mean it. How many people get a second shot at a happy ending? We thought… We thought you didn’t have much time, and we’ve been given a miracle. I don’t want to throw that away because I got hurt. I don’t want to be that closed off broken person anymore. I don’t want to be too scared of getting hurt to allow myself to love.”

Chloe cupped Beca’s face in her hands. “I love you,” she said. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Beca said, grinning so hard her face was starting to hurt. “So, will you come home?”

“Yes,” Chloe said, half laughing, half crying, as she pulled Beca into her arms again. “Yes, I’ll come home.”

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[bechloeislegit]

Prompt Request

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

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

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

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

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

~~ BeChloeIsLegit ~~

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

#bechloe #my ask box is open #bechloeislegit

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

@ halloween prompt anon: I see you, I will SO write that I have half a plot already BUT my priority this week is Horror Week (which I have 3 days left to write) and some uni stuff because my assessment is due next week, so it might not be done in time for halloween I'm afraid, but I will endevour to try!! 😘

#gs rambling again #fic requests #bechloe #honestly i love this prompt it has given me IDEAS

[charmingcentry]

Bechloe - Lost

I just couldn’t help to imagine a mini Beca Mitchell ahhhhh. This was fun to write, thanks anon!

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Chloe Beale is out on a shopping trip by herself in the late afternoon, attempting to be productive to distract herself from the poor ill puppy that was brought into her clinic earlier in the day. A young couple brought in their young puppy that has been throwing up constantly and it shatters the redhead’s heart whenever she sees an ill animal, so, she tries her absolute best to nurse those animals back to health. 

The redhead strolls into a large clothing store, a bag of makeup hanging on her right forearm and her purse slung over her shoulder. She takes a step into the store and immediately is blanketed by the aroma of strong perfume; although she may enjoy the scent of perfume, there is a limit of how much perfume should be sprayed. Chloe walks over to a polka-dot sundress displayed on a mannequin past the perfume section, she is relieved to finally breathe air that isn’t polluted with 20 different scents. The redhead walks over to the rack where the dress would be located, then suddenly feels a slight tug on the hem of her shirt. She looks up, noticing there’s no one next to her until she notices a small little girl who is very tiny, the girl’s hand still clenched onto Chloe’s shirt.

“Hi there.” Chloe softly says, staring into the little brunette’s navy eyes. The little girl hesitates to answer for a bit, looking up at Chloe with sad puppy eyes. The redhead estimates the little girl to be around six or seven years old.

“I-… uh, I can’t find my mommy.” The little girl’s eyes began to tear up and Chloe immediately kneels down to her level, her mother bear instincts kicking in “Don’t cry, don’t cry, you’re okay. Uh…” Chloe pauses, softly rubbing the girl’s arm, darting her eyes around to look for someone who may appear to be this brunette’s mother. “Where did you see her last? Do you know?” The little girl bites her fingernails.

“Over there.” The young girl points her small finger towards the men’s section but in an extremely general direction. Chloe bites her lower lip before getting up a tiny bit, hands on her knees. 

“Okay, well, I’ll help you find her.” The little girl smiles a bit, causing Chloe to grin as well. She holds the little girl’s hand and stands up a bit. “What’s your name?”

“Jamie…” The tiny brunette bites her nails.

“Okay Jamie, I’m Chloe.” Chloe holds out her hand and is surprised to see the young girl shake it. “Now, how does your mommy look?” The little girl uses the best of her abilities to describe her mother, and from the way Jamie describes her, it sounded like Chloe is going to have somewhat of a tough time. Jamie says her mother wears a black marker around her eyes, Chloe assumes that to be eyeliner. She adds on, saying her mother has hair like Jamie’s, wavy and brunette. They also have the same eye color and her mother is wearing a grey top with buttons and a brown shirt along with pants. The redhead nods as she walks through the store, Jamie holding her hand, walking very closely towards Chloe. The two walk through the entire store, the first and second level, but to no avail, Jamie’s mother is nowhere to be found. Chloe asked around, sharing Jamie’s description of her mother, but no one has seen anyone who looks similar to the description. Chloe begins to feel anxious as Jamie is on the verge of tears and suddenly, the redhead has a light bulb moment.

“Hi Jamie, what’s your mother’s name?” Chloe tries to prevent her light smile from turning into a grimace when Jamie starts to have a confused expression on her face.

“Her name is mommy.” The redhead lets out a soft sigh and has another brilliant idea.

“What’s your last name?”

“Oh! It’s Mitchell.”

Jamie Mitchell, Chloe thought, that has a nice ring to it. The redhead smiles and scoops up little Jamie in her arms and isn’t surprised to learn that the little brunette is lightweight. She boops the nose of Jamie, eliciting the most adorable giggle Chloe has ever heard. The redhead tells Jamie that they will be going down to one of the registers to locate her mother. The young girl nods and they make their way down to the escalator and approaches an empty cash register with a young blonde male standing behind it.

“How can I help you?” He asks, organizing a small shelf that contained gift cards

“Sorry to bother, but could you make an announcement over the P.A for me? This little girl lost her mother and we can’t seem to find her.” The young man’s grins and nods.

“Of course!” He grabs the phone under the register and looks back at Chloe. “Who shall I call?”

“Uh… could you ask for someone by the last name of Mitchell?” The redhead grins, hoping that the mother would be somewhere in the store or an area where she could hear it

The young man clears his throat. “A customer with the last name ‘Mitchell’ would you please report to Level 1 at the cash register, there is a young girl waiting for you. Again, I repeat, a customer with the last name ‘Mitchell’ would you please report to Level 1 at the cash register, there is a young girl waiting for you.”

Chloe lets out a sigh of relief as the message echoes throughout the large store, hoping that they were listening to the announcement. The redhead thanks the young man once more and waits nearby, her head frantically looking around for someone who may be heading to the cash register. Chloe begins to panic when no one shows up, before hearing the little girl scream, “Mommy!” at the top of her lungs. Jamie squirms out of Chloe’s hold and runs to a young lady who doesn’t look a day over 30. The mother begins to cry of joy as she wraps her daughter in a hug. Jamie then drags her mother towards Chloe and immediately the redhead is enamored by the mother’s beauty.

“Thank you so much, uhh-”

Chloe is left with her jaw slightly opened, looking into the deep navy eyes of Jamie’s mother, she could tell that her cheeks were beginning to blush. Chloe then snaps out of her entrancement and clears her throat. “Oh! I’m Chloe and no problem, your little girl is such an angel, I was glad to be of help.” 

The taller brunette smiles as she holds tightly onto Jamie’s hand, she’s also blushing and Chloe notices how the tips of her ears have turned pink. “Well, I try my best haha… single mom and all…”

The redhead couldn’t believe it… she seems so young to be a single mother. “Oh wow. Must be tough…”

The brunette bites her bottom lip and nods. “Yeah…” There’s an awkward silence between the two, exchanging little smiles at one another. “Uh, do you wanna join us for ice cream? Jamie here has been begging for it ever since we came and I want to like… thank you.” Before Chloe responds, the brunette speaks again. “If you’re not busy.”

“I would love to.”

The three of them make their way out of the store to a small ice cream shop located further down in the mall. During their short walk there, Chloe learns that the mother’s name is Beca Mitchell and the redhead accidentally blurts out that it’s the most beautiful name she’s ever heard. Beca awkwardly says a thank you and they continue talking, their chests warm and stomachs full of butterflies and luckily little Jamie is oblivious to it all. The blushes remain on their faces even when they enter the freezing ice cream shop. Beca orders for the three of them, paying for Chloe even though the redhead insisted she uses her own card. They take a seat at a table in the corner of the shop and begin eating their ice cream cones as Jamie shovels her rainbow sherbet ice cream from her cup. 

“Hey, Beca?” Chloe says softly, letting out a soft giggle when Beca perks her head up with a droop of chocolate ice cream on the corner of her mouth, the redhead wipes it off for her. “I, how old are you? If you don’t mind me asking…”

The brunette takes one more lick of her ice cream cone. “I’m 26… got pregnant when I was 21.” 

Chloe frowns a bit, noticing how ashamed Beca looked when she said it. The brunette was only three years younger than her. “Oh. That must’ve been hard.”

Jamie is distracted by the T.V playing in the corner of the shop, so they continue their conversation. “Yeah. Her dad left when he, uh, found out. So it’s just been me and this little angel for a while. I was still in college too and I somehow managed to finish.” Beca lets out a laugh. “She was a year old when I graduated, the university even bought her a little gown when it happened.”

Chloe ignores the way her stomach feels when she saw the attractive brunette smile. “That’s cute… it’s really impressive how you did it. I mean, some people probably would’ve dropped out. You are super strong for doing that.”

Tears begin to gloss over her eyes before Beca shakes her head and gives Chloe another smile. “Agh, it’s whatever… don’t gotta be all mushy about it.”

The redhead lets out a laugh from Beca’s attempt at a nonchalant response to a major compliment. “Do you have a job?” The brunette bites into her cone and hands Jamie a napkin who spilled some of her ice cream onto her pink shirt.

“Yeah, I’m a music producer. My schedule is somewhat hectic and I usually send Jamie to kindergarten and my dad picks her up. Then I drive to his place and we drive back to our condo. I work in Atlanta, it’s an hour and a half drive there and back ” Chloe raises her eyebrow out of amazement

“Wow, that’s a lot of driving. Where do you live?” 

“I live a couple blocks down, I live in that little cul-de-sac with the gigantic duplicate condo apartments.” The redhead grins even more

“That’s amazing! I live like the next street over in the gated community.”

Beca smiles and brushes off the remaining crumbs from the ice cream cone she had just finished. “Oh sweet. I send Jamie to that little school near a Veterinarian clinic. I think the one over on-

“No way, I work there!” Beca gasps as she lets out a small chuckle that again, causes Chloe to blush even deeply and her stomach fills with jitters.

“Dude, that’s a lot of coincidences, how do I not know your lying?” Beca teases

“Oh please, like I would seem the type to lie Beca.” The brunette shrugs playfully and notices her daughter is ready to leave.

“Oh well, we gotta go… uh, I enjoyed this,” Beca says, gesturing between herself and Chloe, she immediately retracts her hands and mutters something about using her hands too often. Jamie lets out a cute giggle.

“I did too, I’ll maybe see you around?” Chloe asks hopefully, not wanting to lose connection with the lovely ladies she had just met

“Yeah! Uh…” Beca gulps. “Do you maybe wanna grab coffee sometime this week or something? I’d like, want to keep in touch… and stuff.”

Chloe grins. “Hel-” She suddenly remembers there’s a child with them. “Heck yes! I would love that.”

“Great uh-

“It’s a date.” Chloe winks as she pulls out her phone to exchange numbers with the brunette

“Oh! I mean… yeah. I mean, yes. Yes, it is.”

The two exchange phone numbers, Beca entering Chloe in as Annoying Redhead and Chloe entering Beca as Grumpy Brunette;). The two hug and Chloe boops Jamie on the nose then finally says goodbye to the pair. Beca and Jamie walk out of the mall to make their way to their home. Mid-walk, Jamie asks Beca a question.

“Mommy, do you have a crush on Chloe?” Beca gasps comedically at her daughter’s sudden interest in her mother’s love life

“I do not! What makes you think that?” Jamie lets out a giggle

“You did that hands thing when you get… uh…-

“Nervous? Yes, yes I did… is it okay if I like her?” Beca asks when they stop at a crosswalk just turned red. 

“Yep! Chloe seems awesome. She helped me find you too!” Jamie exclaims

Beca smiles at Jamie’s approval and excitement. “Well good, I think Chloe is awesome too…”

“Watcha you going to wear when you get coffee with her?” 

“It’s ‘what are you’ sweetie and I think that’s enough questions about mommy’s crushes if someone wants extra five minutes of playtime tonight.” Beca teases as she scoops up her daughter after crossing the street

“No!” Jamie yells before immediately shutting her mouth. Beca laughs and holds her daughter tightly.

“Okay, okay. But I’ll wear whatever just to see that cute little look on her face…”

“Can I help you put one together?”

Beca laughs, knowing well that her daughter does have a sense of style. “Sure sweetie.”

Jamie erupts into a cheer and Beca continues making her way back to the condo, the only things on her mind was that annoyingly cute redhead with a smile and personality that made Beca feel all sorts of ways and her sweet little curious daughter. 

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“Can I borrow your sweater? It smells like you” Bechloe

Hey Anon 😊

Just a little something, something. Hope you like it 😘

The clock strikes closer to 5 pm with every second, feeling Beca up with anxiety. The sun is already set for the day (one of the many perks of winter) as is her suitcase which is packed and ready to go beside her.

Her taxi should be here in twenty minutes to take her away for two weeks and Beca does not want to go.

Winter Break used to be her favorite holiday when she was younger. School was halfway done, her Mother couldn’t force her to go outside because of the cold weather and there was no homework. So, the only thing to do was mixing. She spent days up in her room, attached to her computer with her headphones turned loud and nobody to bother her.

But that changed (well, everything did) when she joined the Barden University Bellas.

Those nine girls totally turned her world upside down (sometimes literally thanks to Fat Amy’s pranks) but Beca wouldn’t want to change any of that. She learned to be more level-headed when chaos breaks out - which happens a lot in the Bella Residence - or be more amused than annoyed when the girls would carry her out of her cave to watch a cheesy chick-flick.

And Beca’s not sure she wants to exchange that for awkward silences and forced conversation with her Dad and her step-Mother.

She’s laying on her bed, her right leg resting on her bended knee as she’s fiddling with her phone, contemplating if it is too late to cancel. Should she pretend she’s sick? It worked before. After all, she’s prides herself to be a master of getting out of social interactions using lame excuses.

No, she can’t do that. Right?

But soft footsteps coming closer and closer to her room makes her pause. She peaks out over her phone to find a redhead by the name of Chloe, clad in her pajamas and bunny slippers smiling at her.

Beca can’t help the smile on her face. Chloe doesn’t believe in getting dressed during holidays, opting for something comfortable and cute (her words, not Beca’s) and staying home the whole time. The brunette honestly can’t blame her.

Her eyes are a little hooded and her smile is just big enough for Beca to know that she’s tipsy.

“Did you drink all of it?” Beca asks amusedly, referring to Stacie’s secret recipe punch that she makes every year, leaving the Bellas in different stages of drunk each time. Two years ago, Beca threw up after drinking two glasses. So yeah, it is quite strong and no, it did not discourage Beca from drinking more.

“I might have.” Chloe answers cheekily, her head tilts to the side and her eyes shine brightly. A totally sober Chloe Beale is naturally flirty but a tipsy one… Beca feels her heart start to beat faster. Her giant crush on the redhead for the last three years doesn’t help matters either.

Beca swallows and drops her phone on the bed. “Just be careful.” She watches as Chloe bits her lip and nods her head, stepping up to the shelves lining on the walls. “They might taste good in the beginning but not so good when they come out.”

Chloe lifts her fingers and delicately touches the picture frames, tracing the faces of her fellow Bellas, covered in mud but with the biggest smiles on their faces.

Beca falls silent and can’t take her eyes away from the girl. The air feels thick and heavy but the brunette doesn’t know why. Chloe’s been in her room hundreds of times before so why does it feels different?

The silence lasts for a moment before Chloe stops looking at the pictures and turns back to Beca.

“Are you ready to go?” Her tone is monotone, nothing like her high and cheerful pitch Beca became so accustomed of.

The brunette bits the inside of her cheek and nods reluctantly. “Yeah, the taxi should be here in ten minutes.”

Chloe’s eyes drops to the floor. “I’m going to miss you, you know?”

Beca’s jaw drops just the slightest at the confession but she refuses to get her hopes up. It happened way too many times before and it always ended badly.

“Chlo…it’s only two weeks. You’ll have your hands full with the girls anyway, you won’t even notice I’m gone.” She’s trying to lighten up the conversation and it seems to be working when Chloe’s smile reappear and fills the room with warmth again.

The redhead walks closer towards the bed and Beca quickly sits up to make room. Her knee gently grazes Chloe’s thigh before Beca pulls back.

“Promise me, you’ll text me every day.” She says, pulling out the puppy dog eyes she does so well and Beca falls into the trap.

She sighs dramatically. “Fine. I’ll guess I can spare you a minute or two.”

Chloe rolls her eyes like she’s annoyed but the smile on her lips tells a different story. “You better.” She threatens softly.

Silence falls over them again as Chloe glances away but Beca can’t. If she was just brave enough to confess her feelings maybe things would be different. But the other possibility of maybe not is much too large to risk.

She is shaken out of her thoughts when she sees Chloe smile gently and lift up her sweater that she found on her bed. Beca frowns in confusion as the redhead holds up the clothing to her chest and hugs it tightly.

“Can I borrow your sweater?” She asks quietly, her ocean blue eyes locked onto Beca’s.

Beca frowns deeper and pulls her head back. “Why?”

Chloe grins and slowly lowers her head, burying her face into the material and takes a deep breath.

“It smells like you.”

The statement is uttered so quietly and lovingly that the words gets stuck in Beca’s throat. It is such a simple and innocent sentence that Chloe probably doesn’t even how much it means to Beca. The brunette’s hands are sweating and her heart is beating so loud she’s afraid Chloe would hear it.

But before she could do anything Chloe just gives her an airy laugh and leans closer. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She mutters and places the most gentle kiss on Beca’s cheeks.

It’s over before Beca realizes what happened as Chloe springs up from the bed with a mischievous smile and with the sweater in her hands and leaves Beca alone again.

Beca lifts her hand and softly touches the burning spot Chloe left behind and falls back down on the bed with a sigh.

The End.

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62. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex? ;) Have an awesome vacation!

Thanks for the prompt! And my vacation was lovely :) Here you go!

Restless Nights

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Rated M

AO3 and FFN

Jessesnores so loudly. Beca wonders howit’s never bothered her before.

Though,she supposes, she usually falls asleep before he does, so she’s never reallynoticed the irritatingly loud rasping sound emitting from his throat. God. It’sso loud. Like seriously, he’s goingto wake up everyone else in the Treble house.

Or maybenot, Beca thinks as she rolls to her side, her back to Jesse. Most of theTrebles have already moved out in anticipation of their ending lease. She andJesse are due to leave the day after next, too, headed to LA.

Just thethought of the move makes Beca’s stomach flood with molten nerves. She frowns,punching her pillow into a new shape. That’s been happening a lot lately - anxietyabout moving. She’s not really sure why; she’d always planned on heading to LA aftercollege to start her producing career. Plus, instead of doing it on her own,she gets to bring her boyfriend of three years along, as he was offered a jobthere as well.

Everythingis all lined up.

Really.Everything. She graduated. She and Jesse have an apartment in LA, signed underhis name. The Bellas won Worlds. Emily’s going to take over captaincy. They’vealready signed the house over to her, and the rest of the Bellas will be movingout within the next days as well.

Unsurprisingly,Chloe is going to be the last to move out. She won’t leave until the day theirlease ends, after everyone else is gone.

For somereason, the thought makes Beca uneasy. She doesn’t like to think of Chloe alonein the house. Beca knows it’ll make her sad, without anyone to cuddle and alltheir empty rooms staring back at her. She realizes with a pang that she’s notsure where Chloe’s going to go after she leaves. Somehow, all they’ve talkedabout lately is Beca’s move to LA.

Beca rollsagain to lie on her back, this time purposefully jostling the bed, hoping it’llget Jesse to stop snoring. It doesn’t. In fact, his snores get even louder.

She turnsher face to glare at him, annoyed. He’d better not do this in LA.

Closingher eyes, Beca exhales her frustration. She shouldn’t have thought of Chloealone in the Bella house. It made her nervousness reappear. Or maybe it was theLA thing again. Beca frowns at the ceiling fan in Jesse’s room.

She’s notsure she made the right decision to spend the night with him instead of in theBella house. She’d figured she should be with Jesse, because she hasn’tactually stayed with him since before the retreat at spring break (she’s beenbusy with the Worlds, that’s all), but now that she’s here it feels wrong. Hisbed isn’t comfortable at all, and hermind won’t stay quiet.

Shewonders what movie the Bellas watched together before they went to bed. Wonderswhat Chloe and Stacie made for dinner. Wonders what type of alcoholic concoctionAmy had forced them all to drink. Wonders what scary thing Lilly whispered thistime.

Mainly,she wonders where Chloe spent the night.

It’ssomehow become a regular thing for Chloe to show up in the room Beca and Amyshare and climb in Beca’s bed with her. Only when Amy’s not there, of course;Beca is positive that would bring back the whole “Bloe” thing all over again.But it’s been nice, waking up with Chloe wrapped around her. It was weird atfirst, but Beca likes the warm, solid presence of her best friend at her back,and she knows how much Chloe likes to cuddle. But Chloe’s probably in her ownbed tonight.

Jesse’snot touching her. He didn’t even hold her when they first got into bed; he didn’twrap his arms around her like he used to. And back when Jesse did used to hold her, Beca remembers, ithad felt suffocating.

Chloenever feels like that.

Chloedoesn’t snore.

And Becadoesn’t want to go to LA. More than anything, she really, really doesn’t wantto go with Jesse.

The realizationmakes Beca rip the covers away and scramble from the bed. Her hands move up tofist in her hair and she paces around the room, her overlarge sleep shirtflowing around her to where it stops mid-thigh. She can’t go, she can’t justmove across the country, she can’t live with Jesse, she can’t leave C –

Before thethought can fully form, Jesse gasps awake mid-snore, roused by her suddenmovement and the sound of her frantic breaths.

“Ugh…Beca? What - what’re you doing?” he asks drowsily, his voice raspy withsleep.

Her headsnaps around to look at him, all tousled hair and blinking brown eyes. Herheart pangs once; she really does care for him, but knows they have no realfuture together.

She opensher mouth to tell him this, to let him know that she’s not going with him toLA, that she’s breaking up with him, but she can’t quite manage it. She closesher mouth, seeing the unease in his eyes. She’ll wait until morning. She needsto be sure she’s not making some stupid late-night decision. He deserves thatmuch, at least.

“Nothing,”she finally replies, “can’t sleep is all.”

Hecontinues to blink up at her, staring at her intently. She bites the inside ofher lip, wondering if he somehow knows,praying he won’t ask again.

But thenhe says, “Well, if you can’t sleep… we could have sex?”

She’s notquite prepared for the distaste and annoyance that rises in her throat at thesuggestion. It should be obvious that she’s having some sort of freak out, andinstead of comforting her or asking what’s wrong, Jesse asks for sex. She knowsfor sure then that it’s the beginning of their end.

He lookshopeful, and she realizes with another pang that it has been a while. It’s onher; she’d been so busy that sex with her boyfriend had just slipped her mind.And, well, if she’s honest with herself, she hasn’t really wanted to sleep withJesse lately. Emotionally stunted as she may be, she can still tell there’sbeen something missing between them for some time.

Besides,staying in the Bella house and falling asleep next to Chloe had become moreappealing lately. Maybe that should send warning bells off in her head, but itdoesn’t.

Eventually,she replies, “No, I…” she trails off momentarily at the disappointmentin his face. “I think I should maybe go.”

“Iseverything okay?” Jesse asks, finally understanding that there’s somethingwrong.

She knowsshe really should just tell him, but it’s late and she needs to be positiveshe’s in the right mindset before letting him know that she can’t go with him.It wouldn’t be fair to him otherwise.

So, shesays, “I’m good, I think I just need to head home - I mean, to theBellas.”

She wincesinternally at the slip up, knowing he wants her home to be with him. Thesuddenly guarded expression on his face tells her he’d noticed.

“Well…”Jesse says slowly, “if you’re not feeling good, maybe you will sleepbetter in your own bed.” He does a remarkable job of keeping thebitterness from his tone, she thinks, but she can still spot the defeat in hiseyes.

For thefirst time, it occurs to her that Jesse might also be having second thoughtsabout going to LA together. She can’t really blame him.

She nodsin agreement of his words and, not knowing what else to do, moves to thebedside nightstand. She unplugs her phone from its charger, stuffing it in theovernight bag she’d brought containing her day clothes and toiletries. Jessedoesn’t say anything, only watches as she finishes packing and moves to thedoor to slip on her shoes.

Beca feelshis eyes on her but doesn’t look back at him as she pulls open the door andleaves his room. She closes it softly behind her before tip-toeing down thestairs, careful not to wake anyone that might still be in the house. As shemakes her way to the front door, she wonders dimly if Jesse is going to comerunning from his room to stop her, to ask what’s really wrong and guide herback to his room. He doesn’t, though, and she reaches the front door inseconds.

Unlocking thedeadbolt, she opens the door and steps out onto the porch before tugging it closedbehind her. She can’t lock it, because she doesn’t have a key, but it’ll beokay for the few hours left before daylight. She pauses for a moment, leaningagainst the door and letting her head loll onto it as her eyes slide closed.

She needsa minute. All she’d known is that she had to get away from Jesse so she couldthink. She wants to go to her own bed, like Jesse had said, but she can’t bearthe thought of being alone.

Her eyessnap open. She knows where she needs to be.

Liftingherself off the door, she reaches the edge of the porch and jumps down. Shefights her way through the bushes separating the Treble and Bella properties,not wanting to waste energy going around to the sidewalk. Though, she reflectsas she untangles a branch from her hair, maybe the sidewalk would have been asmarter option in the dark.

Swearingunder her breath, she makes it through the thicket and onto the Bella side. Inseconds, she’s at the front door, using her key to get in, and then closing andre-locking it behind her. She doesn’t pause as she makes her way up the stairsto the first landing, the smell of microwave popcorn from whatever movie theBellas had watched earlier still lingering in the air. Turning left at the topof the stairs, Beca walks quietly past the room Ashley and Jessica share, past Stacie’ssingle room (no one had really wanted to share with her and The Hunter), untilshe ends up outside the last room in the hall.

For thefirst time since leaving the Treble yard, she hesitates. Maybe it would becrossing some sort of line to just waltz into Chloe’s room unannounced. Chloemight not even be there; maybe she spent the night with someone else, Bella or otherwise.For some reason, the thought makes Beca’s stomach clench unpleasantly. Theunexpected sensation gives her the courage to rest her hand on the door handleand turn, opening the door slowly. She peeks her head around the door, notwanting to startle Chloe if she’s still awake.

Thepresence of a lump in Chloe’s bed soothes Beca’s strange unease immediately asshe steps fully into the room. She pulls the door closed behind her and plopsher overnight bag on the floor near Chloe’s desk. When she turns back to thebed, the familiar sound of Chloe’s soft breathing makes her smile.

Shefigures it would be kind of a dick move to just climb right into bed with Chloebefore announcing herself; it would probably scare her, and Beca doesn’t reallywant to get screamed at or punched in the throat.

“Chlo,”she whispers. “Chlo, it’s me.”

Nothing.Beca rolls her eyes. Chloe can be a heavy sleeper.

“Chloe,wake up,” she tries a little louder.

Stillnothing. It’s like talking to a rock.

With anaffectionate sigh, Beca leans over to poke at the blanket-covered lump.“Chloe! Hey! Dude!” she calls loudly.

This time,the lump stirs feebly and a sleepy voice replies, “Wha… I don’t want acat.”

Beca’s startledlaugh finally does the trick, and soon Beca’s looking at a blinking, adorablyconfused Chloe Beale sitting up and yawning at her. Unable to resist someteasing, Beca asks, “Dreaming about cats?”

Ignoringthat, Chloe mumbles, “Bec, why’re you here?” as she rubs the sleepfrom her eyes.

Beca looksdown at her feet, still in the Converse she’d slipped on at Jesse’s.Awkwardness suddenly washes over her; maybe she’d been presumptuous to bargeinto Chloe’s room in the dead of night. It’s silent, and Beca knows Chloe iswatching her, waiting for an answer.

“Um,”she begins, “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Weren’tyou with Jesse?” Chloe says, her tone uncharacteristically sharp.

Becaglances up at her with a grimace. “Yeah, but I… I needed, uh…” itfeels childish to use the world “cuddles,” but she’s not sure what else to callit, so she resorts to awkwardly flapping her arms around and sort of gesturing witha hug. Excellent.

Thankfully,Chloe catches on quickly. She frowns at Beca and says, “Couldn’t Jessehold you?” Beca flinches as if Chloe had struck her. She hadn’t expected Chloeto sound so… accusing.

Beca againdrops her gaze to her feet as she whispers shamefacedly, “I didn’t wanthim to.”

There’s along pause, and Beca risks looking up. Chloe’s staring at her, a weirdexpression on her face, one that Beca can’t read. She almost looks disapproving,but with something more. Whatever this is, this awkward tension between them that’snever been present before, Beca hates it. She’s about to tell Chloe never mind,that she’ll go up to the room she shares with Amy, when Chloe breaks thesilence.

“Comehere.”

Chloe’svoice is gentle, her expression softening as she scoots over and pulls the blanketsto one side so there’s room for Beca.

Thetension in the room breaks and Beca exhales, relieved. A soothing warmth fillsher chest as she slips her shoes off and climbs into Chloe’s bed, still in hersleepwear. Normally, she would lie with her back against Chloe’s front, but shethinks maybe since it’s Chloe’s bed, she should do things differently.

“Turnaround,” she says, and Chloe’s eyebrows lift a little in surprise, but sheturns so her back is to Beca when she lays down. Beca scoots up behind her,aligning their hips before she also lays down.

It feelslike the most natural thing in the world to toss her arm over Chloe’s waist andpull Chloe into her, so she’s not sure why Chloe inhales sharply at themovement.

It takesthem a little longer than usual to settle, Chloe stiff against her, but Beca chalksit up to the different position. Eventually, though, Chloe relaxes back intoher, making Beca smile into her shoulder. And maybe it should scare her, howwelcome Chloe feels in her arms, how much more she likes sharing a bed withChloe than she ever did with Jesse, but the fear never comes. She knows there’snowhere she’d rather be.

She closesher eyes and lets herself be lulled to a doze by the feel of Chloe’s breaths.Chloe shifts a little, her sleep shirt rising, and Beca’s fingers brush againstexposed skin low on her abdomen. Mind still clogged with sleep, Beca lets herfingers trail repeatedly over warm skin, making swirling patterns.

She feelsChloe’s breath hitch and muscles tense. Beca stops moving her hand instantly, suddenlyfeeling more awake than ever.

“Beca,”Chloe breathes, her tone almost warning.

“Ican’t go to LA with him,” Beca blurts out before she can stop herself.

The weirdtension immediately rushes back, but now so much worse because Beca can’t seeChloe’s face. She can only feel how rigid Chloe has abruptly become, as ifpreparing to fling herself away from the bed. The deafening silence stretcheson, until Beca becomes worried – has Chloe even taken a breath? – but then –

“So youcame here?” Chloe’s voice sounds weird. Strangled. She sounds both sad and happyat the same time, and Beca has no idea what to make of it.

“I…” Becaisn’t sure what to say. She’s completely thrown. She’s not sure what she’d beenexpecting Chloe to say, but that certainly wasn’t it.

Chloereaches down to lift Beca’s arm from around her waist and pulls away. Hurtflares in Beca’s chest, hot and shocking, but then Chloe’s turning around andpulling her into her chest.

“I think you need to be held right now,” Chloewhispers into Beca’s hair, her hands moving around Beca’s back. Beca reaches toher instinctively, returning the hug as she tucks her face into Chloe’s neck,inhaling her familiar scent.

As she’sdrifting off to sleep, she thinks she feels lips press against her forehead,but she can’t be sure. Her last thought before falling to darkness is home.

The nextday, she goes back to the Treble house. Jesse’s waiting for her in the livingroom, some movie she doesn’t recognize but that is probably very famous pausedon the screen. He doesn’t seem surprised when she tells him she can’t go to LAwith him.

He doesn’teven seem surprised when she tells him they need to break up. She almost wisheshe would at least pretend to try and change her mind, but he doesn’t.

When hesays, “I think that’s for the best,” she tries not to let him see her relief.

She feelsguilty about how easy it is to walk out of his house and his life, but by thetime she reaches the front door of the Bella house, knowing Chloe is waitingfor her on the other side, she feels nothing but joy.

It feelsonly natural to ask Chloe and Amy to come with her to New York when she getsher job transferred there from LA. The beaming smile Chloe sends her when sheasks only serves to reinforce the feeling.

It feels evenmore natural to kiss Chloe for the first time, almost a year after they move intogether. And when they start dating, Jesse is the first person she tells.

He laughs(kindly, and without bitterness) and says she should have kissed Chloe yearsago. She privately agrees.

When she andChloe become serious, they move out of the tiny closet they share with Amy.Surprisingly, the idea is Amy’s.

“If I haveto walk in on you aca-lesbos one more time, I swear to God I’ll set a crocodileon you. Or Lilly.”

With thatfrightening threat looming over them, they manage to find their own apartmentwithin days.

And thatis how, about two months after moving into their own place, Beca finds herselfbeing rudely awoken by a sharp jab to her ribs.

“Hmm?” shegrunts, “whaz ‘appening?”

Chloeclicks her tongue from next to Beca and huffs impatiently, “You weretalking in your sleep again. It was keeping me awake.”

Beca yawnshugely and turns toward her girlfriend. “Doesn’t normally bother you,” shesays, feeling more awake.

“Yeah,well, usually the fan drowns it out.”

Their windowfan had broken that day. A strong gust of wind had forced it out the window andto the floor with a crash. Beca had spent several minutes using a screwdriverand much swearing to try to get it working again but had failed miserably. So,there’s currently no fan to drown out Beca’s nighttime mutterings.

Beca wrinklesher nose; she’d always been one to talk in her sleep and she doesn’t see howshe can stop now. But Chloe’s looking at her with a jutting lower lip and hugepuppy eyes, so Beca has to fix the situation somehow.

Withoutthinking it through, she says the first thing that comes to mind: “If you can’tsleep… we could have sex?”

“What did you just say?” Chloe’s eyes widen,and she looks at Beca like she’d suddenly grown a second head.

“Uh,” Becagapes, panicking. She really hadn’t meant to say that, something so crude that Jesse had once said to her, but it hadjust happened, and she knows she needs to fix it before she spends the night onthe couch. “Wait, I – uh, I didn’t… it just slipped –”

“Okay,”Chloe replies decisively, her expression turning amused.

“What?”

“Okay,”Chloe repeats. “Let’s do that.”

Beca canonly stare mutely as Chloe moves closer to her, the sheets rustling. She’sbeyond surprised by Chloe’s response – she was sure she was going to be yelledat for her crassness – but she’s even more surprised by the hand that ghostsunder her pajama shorts to cup her crotch over her underwear.

She gruntsand sees a flash of white teeth in the dim room as Chloe grins at her.

“Toomuch?” Chloe asks sweetly as she moves to hover over Beca, her hand pressingagainst her firmly.

“N-no, youjust –” but before she can say “surprised me,” Chloe drops down to kiss her,hard. The hand against her crotch pulls away to instead slide up under hershirt, nails running gently below her breast. Chloe’s mouth is relentless, herlips moving with a vigor that Beca hadn’t been expecting for the middle of thenight. They trail a fiery path over Beca’s mouth and down to her jaw. Beca reflexivelytilts her head back into the pillow, exposing her neck; she hears her ownbreath hitch the instant Chloe presses open-mouthed kisses against the skinthere.

Beca’shands have somehow found their way to Chloe’s lower back, under her shirt, andshe revels in the firm muscle she feels there. Her hands clutch at Chloe andshe whimpers at the feel of Chloe’s tongue dragging up her neck.

“Chlo –”

Whatevershe was going to say – really, she had no idea what she was going to say – ismuffled when Chloe’s lips land on hers again. Chloe shifts over her and Becaknows what she wants; she parts her legs to allow Chloe to slip a knee betweenher thighs.

Chloesmiles into the kiss at Beca’s response, then nips at Beca’s lower lip.Completely overwhelmed, Beca opens her mouth and there’s suddenly Chloe, Chloe everywhere. A tongue istangled with her own; fingers graze over her breast, then a whole hand coversit; soft skin on Chloe’s back sears her fingertips.

The firstroll of Chloe’s hips into Beca’s makes her jolt; the second has her groaninginto Chloe’s mouth, and the third makes her lift her free leg to hook overChloe’s hip, giving Chloe more access.

Withoutmissing a beat, Chloe’s hand slides away from her breast, down her stomach, anddips into Beca’s shorts. And Beca knows she’s already worked up, probablyembarrassingly so, and she really wants nothing more than to let Chloe touchher, enter her, bring her to ecstasy, but Chloe’s hand is really confined inBeca’s shorts and – and they’re still both fully clothed.

Beca’seyes fly open and she jerks away from Chloe with an extremely flustered,“Wait!”

Chloelooks down at her in confusion, pupils dark, lips swollen, and hair framing herface.

“We –we’re still dressed,” Beca manages breathlessly.

“Oh! Well,let’s fix that.”

Chloerolls off her (Beca misses the contact immediately) and reaches to pull her ownshirt up and over her head. Beca barely has time to appreciate that Chloe isn’twearing a bra before she feels fingers working at her own shirt; she sits up tomake it easier for Chloe to take it off of her. Chloe tosses the shirt acrossthe room haphazardly, not caring that it lands on a dresser and knocks overseveral bottles of lotion as her eyes land on Beca’s bare chest. She reachesfor Beca’s shorts, but this time, Beca musters the brainpower needed to catchher hand before it can get there.

“Let me,”Beca says in response to Chloe’s questioning look.

Becascoots over to the edge of the bed and stands. Her head is buzzing, numb withshock at how this whole thing turned out. She’d been kidding, really, whenshe’d suggested it, but she’s not about to start complaining now. But Chloe hashad the upper hand this whole time… she wants to change that up a little.

So, whenChloe moves to stand from the bed as well, Beca insists, “Nope, you staythere.”

As sheknew would happen, Chloe freezes and need washes over her expression. Becasmirks, letting smugness into the expression, and Chloe whimpers. She likesBeca in control.

And whenBeca reaches to touch Chloe’s ankle with a whispered “come here,” Chloe can’tscoot herself over fast enough. Beca watches her settle, her legs hanging overthe end of the bed with Beca standing between them. Chloe makes such abeautiful vision in that moment, on her back and staring up at Beca with wide,dark eyes, one hand reaching out, the other already fisted into the sheets,that Beca almost takes a step back. It astounds her, still, that Chloe wantsher so badly, loves her and trusts her enough to be this vulnerable in front ofher.

Shereaches down slowly to slide Chloe’s shorts and underwear down, moving to theside to cast them away. She also removes her own, stepping out of the garmentsquickly and leaving them on the floor.

Eventhough this is hardly their first time, it feels like a wonderful dream as Becadrops slowly, first to her left knee, then to her right, her hands resting onChloe’s thighs. Beca’s stomach swoops in anticipation at the same time Chloe propsherself up on her elbows and whispers her name.

“Beca,”she breathes, and it takes everything Beca has to draw out the moment ratherthan giving in. She presses one soft kiss to the inside of Chloe’s right knee,then to her left. Chloe sighs and relaxes, laying down completely on the bed.

Beca movesa few inches higher, lips ghosting over the tops of Chloe’s thighs. Chloe’stoes curl and she reaches one hand down; Beca reaches up to lace their fingerstogether. The next instant, though, she’s using her free hand, pushing gentlyat Chloe’s thigh. Immediately, Chloe opens her legs wider. Beca’s own centerthrobs and her stomach muscles tense at the sight.

“You lookbeautiful,” she says reverently, and Chloe’s hand tightens in hers.

“Youalways say that,” Chloe gasps, and Beca glances up to see her eyes screwed shuttight and her free hand still tangled in the sheets.

“Well, Ialways mean it,” whispers Beca before gently pulling her hand from Chloe’s gripto drape one of Chloe’s legs over her shoulder.

She sees the effect that simple movement hason Chloe, her stomach muscles jumping and hips already lifting. Beca hums herappreciation as Chloe’s now-freed fingers thread into her hair. She presses herlips high on Chloe’s inner thigh, running her nose along the same path. She canfeel the heat coming from Chloe against her face, and she can’t resist pressinga single kiss to Chloe’s center.

Chloearches with a hiss before falling back on the bed. “Stop teasing,” she grunts,making Beca smile.

“As youwish,” Beca says, looping her arms under Chloe’s legs to anchor her hips.

Chloestarts to say something else, maybe to call Beca cheesy for the line, but she’scut off by her own strangled groan as Beca uses the new leverage to pull heropen even wider. Beca knows she doesn’t need anymore teasing, she can see it, so she ducks her head to pressher mouth against Chloe.

The firstbroad lick up through folds drags a “Bec– oh,” from Chloe. The second has her thighs tensing and her heel digginginto Beca’s back. And the third makes her hips grind into Beca’s face with adeep moan.

Beca’shaving the time of her life. She can’t really breathe, but she doesn’t mind,refuses to stop her actions for something as silly as oxygen, because it wouldstop the noises Chloe makes. And that would be unacceptable. She watchesChloe’s reactions as she swirls her tongue around, occasionally sucking onswollen, sensitive skin, purposely avoiding the point where Chloe wants hermost.

“Up – Bec– up higher,” Chloe gasps brokenly. Beca only hums in response, pressing intoChloe so that the vibrations can travel from her throat to Chloe’s core.

She keepsgoing, not yet finding rhythm, only alternating between licking broad strokesand flicking her tongue around, occasionally prodding with her nose to drawdeep groans from Chloe. It’s not until Chloe’s writhing, the hand in Beca’shair starting to claw almost painfully, that Beca attaches her mouth fully and pressesher tongue inside.

“Oh – yes –shit –” Chloe pants and her thighs start to close around Beca’s head, but sheforces them back open with her hands. She pulls her tongue along Chloe’s wallsdeliberately slowly before pulling out and pushing back in.  

Her owncore aches, begging for attention, and her jaw is starting to cramp a little,but Beca keeps going. In, out, in, out, until a particularly strong roll ofChloe’s hips loosens her grip on her thighs, and Beca’s completely encased inChloe as her thighs close around her. It’s only then Beca gives in, finallymoving up to close her lips around Chloe’s swollen bundle of nerves.

Chloe’sentire body jerks and she cries out, though the sound is muffled to Beca. Thehand in Beca’s hair disappears, and she glances up to see it fisted in thesheets with its partner. She unhooks her left arm from Chloe’s leg, bringingher hand up to push two fingers inside as she sucks on her clit. Chloe’s entirebody tenses, tightening and twitching around Beca’s fingers. At the familiarsensation, Beca redoubles her efforts, pumping her fingers in and out, curlingthem and rubbing inside as she circles her tongue around Chloe’s bud.

“Unh – God– Bec – don’t you dare stop – right there – shit – keep going – I’m going to –”

Chloeclenches around Beca, hard enough that Beca has to slow her movements. Becawrenches her face away so she can watch as it happens. Chloe crashes over theedge, pulsing around Beca’s fingers, her thighs clamping on the hand betweenher legs. Beca takes in Chloe’s furrowed brow, open mouth, and closed eyes,memorizing every detail as she moves her fingers gently, easing Chloe down.

When herbody finally relaxes and her thighs fall open, Beca pulls out gently, wincingin sympathy when Chloe grunts at the emptiness.

Beca liftsherself off her knees – they’ll probably bruise from being knelt on for solong, but she doesn’t care – to lean and hover over Chloe, her hands on eitherside of her head as she leans down for a kiss. Chloe’s eyes remain closed, butshe responds eagerly to the kiss, her tongue flicking out to taste herself onBeca’s lips.

Betweenkisses, she asks sarcastically, “So that was okay?”

Chloesmiles against her lips and whispers, “Shut up. Your head doesn’t need to beany bigger.”

In hersecond brilliant stroke of word vomit for the night, Beca fires out, “Sizedoesn’t matter. It’s how you use it.”

Chloepulls away from the kiss to look up at her, her eyes still glazed. “That…doesn’t make sense.”

Becawiggles her eyebrows and replies, “I know you are but what am I?”

“Shut up.”

Chloeshuffles up so that she’s completely on the bed, still on her back. Becafollows, crawling with her knees on either side of Chloe’s hips.

“What areyou doing now?” Chloe huffs, confused.

“I thoughtyou liked me on top,” Beca says, feeling more playful than the situation (andthe fire between her legs) should really warrant.

“Well,fine, then,” Chloe says, reaching up and pulling Beca down and into a firmkiss.

She feelsChloe’s hands move to her back, fingertips running down her spine. Chloedeepens the kiss instantly, her tongue licking into Beca’s mouth and her handsclutching. Beca loses herself for an instant when Chloe lifts a thigh up intoBeca’s center. She grinds down on it helplessly as Chloe lifts up into herrhythmically.

Chloe nipsher lip and the hands at her back scratch at her skin, making her gasp. Shecan’t believe Chloe knows how to do these things; they never talked about howBeca likes the sting, likes some roughness, but Chloe just knows. As it hasalways done, Beca’s body sings for Chloe like no one else.

Yet, itstill surprises her when Chloe’s fingers appear between her legs, immediatelyinside.

Becagroans, breaking the kiss and her elbows giving so that her forehead hits thepillow and her right cheek is pressed against Chloe’s left. Chloe’s not beingdelicate – she doesn’t need to be – and the fingers of one hand thrust intoBeca frantically while her other hand glides through folds, stroking along skinthat’s been throbbing since Beca first dropped to her knees. Beca tries to holdon, she really does, but then Chloe’s thrusting even harder and deeper and theother hand presses against her, three fingers circling relentlessly and Becasqueezes her eyes shut and her back tenses and she comes.

For thenext minute – or maybe it’s an hour, or a second, she isn’t sure – all sheregisters is wave after wave of pulsing pleasure surrounding the fingers movinginside of her. Eventually, though, her muscles give out and she relaxes, herbody melting into the bed. When she opens her eyes, she’s somehow on her backwith no memory of how she got there and with Chloe hovering over her.

“Uh,” isall she can manage.

Chloegrins at her, looking far too satisfied with herself, easing out before rollingoff to lay next to her. Beca feels Chloe lace their fingers together and sheholds on tight, worried that if she doesn’t she’ll float away.

After aminute, Chloe says casually to the ceiling, “So, I think we should do thatevery time one of us has trouble sleeping. And, unrelated – let’s not bothergetting a new window fan.”

Beca only laughs;at the excellence of their sex life, at the ridiculousness of the wholesituation, and at the pure, unfiltered love she has for Chloe Beale.

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Overreaction of Love

Request: Can you do a prompt where the bellas are having rehearsal and amy trips and falls on beca. Everyone laughs and chloe gets mad at everyone and overreacts slightly

Alright, here is my first prompt fill. I’m not necessarily pleased with the end results, I really struggled with this one, but hopefully I’m just overreacting and you all like it. I also dived into my first attempt at smut, so let me know what y’all think. 

When Beca and Chloe were first put in charge of the Barden Bellas following Aubrey’s graduation, it was quickly agreed upon that Beca would be responsible for choosing the music that they would use for their set list while Chloe would be responsible for creating the choreography to go along with the music that Beca selected. After all, they both knew their strengths and were both confident that this would give them the best chances of succeeding.

As time went on however, Chloe’s confidence in their abilities slowly began to disappear. Not only was she dealing with an increasingly distant Beca Mitchell, but she was also dealing with the fact that unless they were able to win Worlds at the end of the year, this would be the last of the Bellas as a competitive collegiate acapella team.

So when Fat Amy, who had been messing around during a water break at rehearsal, went crashing into Beca, sending the brunette tumbling to the floor, all the stress that Chloe had been dealing with over the past few months came flooding out.

“Amy! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Chloe yelled, immediately rushing over to Beca’s side, kneeling on the floor next to her.

“Chloe, I’m fine, it’s okay, I promise. It was just an accident.” Beca said, standing up, brushing herself off, doing a quick check of her body to make sure she really was okay.

“I don’t care! She shouldn’t have been messing around like that! She could have seriously hurt you!” Chloe seethed, shooting a glare at Amy, who just put her hands up in the surrender position.

“Chloe, it was just an accident, there’s no need to freak out.” Stacie said, trying to deescalate the situation.

“Calm down? Seriously, Stacie? Would you want me to calm down if it was Aubrey?” Chloe asked, waiting for Stacie to shake her head. “Exactly. So don’t tell me to calm down when it’s the woman I’m in love with.” Chloe said, her eyes slamming shut the moment the words slipped out of her mouth, praying that for whatever reason, Beca hadn’t heard what she just said.

“You’re in love with me?” Beca questioned from behind her, the tone in her voice one that Chloe had never heard before.

“Uhhh…” Chloe said, unable to form an actual response, turning around to face the DJ, the expression on her face just as foreign to the redhead as the tone in the brunette’s voice.

“Practice is over.” Beca said, the resolve in her voice clear as she strode forward, taking Chloe’s hand in hers, pulling her towards the exit, across campus, and into the empty Bella house.

Not wanting to take any chances, Beca pulled Chloe up the stairs and into the redhead’s bedroom, knowing that at least here, they wouldn’t have to worry about Fat Amy interrupting them as she returned home.

Closing the door behind them, Beca made her way past Chloe, before turning around to face her best friend, her eyes searching.

“Say it again.” Beca said, watching as Chloe’s eyes widened before her entire face softened, a small smile spreading across her lips.

“I’m in love with you Beca Mitchell, have been for a while now.” Chloe said, barely managing to get the second part of her sentence out before Beca was striding forward, her hands finding the redhead’s hips, pushing her backwards until her back connected with the door, her lips quickly following, pressing against the redhead’s in a heated kiss, a kiss that ended far too quickly for either one of their likings.

“I love you too.” Beca said, her entire body relaxing as she finally said the words she had been so desperate to say for so long.

“Yeah?” Chloe asked, her eyes hopeful.

“God yes.” Beca said, a slight smirk appearing on her lips.

“Good.” Chloe said, surging forward, her lips immediately finding Beca’s, pushing her backwards until the brunette’s back hit the wall opposite the door, Chloe’s thigh seamlessly sliding into between Beca’s, a moan escaping from the back of Beca’s throat as Chloe pressed into her, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Not wanting to waste any time, overcome with an intense desire to just touch skin, Chloe quickly grabbed the bottom of Beca’s t-shirt, pulling it upwards and over Beca’s head, throwing it aside, Beca’s bra quickly following, before Chloe leaned forward, her lips immediately closing around one of Beca’s nipples, her tongue darting forward, spurred on by the sounds coming out of the brunette.

Making sure to work both nipples into hard peaks, Chloe began to kiss her way down Beca’s stomach, getting on her knees before the brunette, looking up into the DJ’s darkening eyes as she went to work removing the brunette’s pants, sliding them down her legs, allowing Beca to kick them aside before she repeated the same action with Beca’s panties.

Breaking eye contact, Chloe leaned forward, an unintentional moan escaping from her lips as Beca parted her legs slightly, clearly wanting what Chloe was about to offer. Without a moment of hesitation, Chloe closed her mouth around Beca’s throbbing clit, sucking it into her mouth, her tongue darting forward, flicking across the sensitive nub, her own panties growing wet as Beca reached town, tangling her hand in Chloe’s fiery red locks, her hips grinding against the redhead’s face.

Knowing that Beca wasn’t going to last long, Chloe quickly stood up, pressing her lips to Beca’s, allowing the brunette to taste herself on the redhead’s lips as Chloe’s hand found its way between Beca’s legs, not wasting any time as she slowly said two digits inside of the brunette, curling them slightly as she began to slide them in and out, loving the way that Beca’s hips moved with her, increasing the pleasure that she felt.

While Chloe was completely content with just putting her full attention on Beca, Beca clearly had other intentions. Sliding her hand downwards, Beca slid her hand into Chloe’s shorts and panties, running them through the redhead’s folds, moaning at the wetness that she found there.

Circling Chloe’s clit a few times, Beca followed Chloe’s example and slid her own fingers inside of the redhead, quickly matching the redhead’s pace within her own body, both of them rocking against the other’s hand, their moans and heavy breaths filling the room as they both got closer and closer to their orgasm.

As Chloe’s thumb brushed against Beca’s clit, Beca felt her break apart, her entire body tensing as her orgasm washed over her. At the feeling of Beca breaking apart around her fingers, Chloe pressed her lips desperately against Beca’s, her own orgasm washing over her following a few more thrusts from Beca, both of them continuing to rock their hips as they worked their way down from their orgasms.

“Wow.” Chloe said, resting her forehead against Beca’s, her chest heaving.

“Wow indeed. Though I can’t help but feel a little disappointed about the fact that I’m standing here naked while you’re completely dressed.” Beca said, a slight smirk on her face.

“Well then, maybe you should fix that.” Chloe said, a smirk on her lips as she slowly disentangled herself from the brunette, slowly moving backwards toward the bed.

“I think I just might.” Beca said. “I think I just might.”  

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