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Prompt: Beca calls a phone sex operator and ends up falling for her. Oh and of course she’s super awkward at first.

aaah thanks for the prompt! i know this has been in my inbox for quite a while now but oh well, enjoy!———

Beca regretted it as soon as she dialed the number and while she wanted to do nothing more than to hang up again, she knew that perhaps she should at least try. It hadn’t been her own idea, of course not, only Stacie would come up with something that unlike Beca and only she would get Beca to actually do said ridiculous thing that the brunette was more than just a little hesitant about.

And so she was basically cursing under her breath when a woman with an ,admittedly, amazing voice answered the phone call, though Beca knew she shouldn’t have been surprised about that, guessing that you kind of need a great voice to do that kind of job. She, for one, probably wouldn’t be able to seduce someone with only her mouth, not that she wanted to try.

Beca was too nervous to actually comprehend what the other woman was saying, at least not until she properly introduced herself.

“I’m Chloe, what can I do for you?” she asked, and Beca was left wondering how someone could sound that hot while saying something as ordinary as her own name.

“Uhh hi,” the brunette managed to mumble nervously. “I’m Beca.”

“Ohh a girl,” Beca could basically hear Chloe smirk and the fact that she sounded genuinely excited made her feel fuzzy all over. Though she wasn’t going to admit that, obviously not. She had just called because she was curious, not because she actually wanted to use their services. “I like that.”

When Beca stayed quiet, not finding anything to say that wouldn’t be incredibly awkward, Chloe kept going with a chuckle. “A nervous one, huh? What can I do to help you feel more comfortable?”

Chloe’s voice was dripping with arousal and sex and Beca almost choked upon imagining all of the things that the other woman could be suggesting. “I-I… I’m not sure…”

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

Beca didn’t know why she felt caught, didn’t know why she felt absolutely embarrassed and didn’t know why she blushed. It was, after all, her first time and she knew that there was absolutely nothing wrong with that, and yet her ego was xkind of bruised after she realized how obvious she must have been. “Yeah…”

“I can tell,” Chloe laughed softly but quickly composed herself when silence was the only thing she got in response, realizing that her words had probably come across anything but comforting. “It’s fine though. Cute, even. There’s really nothing you have to worry about, I promise.”

Beca let out an audible sigh of relief, making herself chuckle. “It’s just… this is incredibly weird. I usually don’t do stuff like this…”

“How about we start by making sure you’re all relaxed and comfortable, mh?” Chloe asked and Beca realized, perhaps a bit too late, that she couldn’t see her nod. Luckily for her, Chloe took the silence as s yes. “Are you in your bed?”

“Sitting on my bed.” Beca found it much easier to answer direct and less awkward questions and it gave her back some of the confidence she’d been missing.

“How about you lay down instead? Are you wearing comfortable clothes?”

“Sweaters,” Beca chuckled and Chloe hummed in approval.

“Wanna know what I’m wearing?” she asked seductively and, once again, took the silence that followed as a yes. “I wish you could be here to see my tiny, black thong.”

Beca almost choked on her own saliva. This was more like what she had expected and yet it was taking her off guard. “A-are you really wearing that…?”

To her own surprise, Chloe started laughing. “Funny, you’re the first person to ask that question.”

Beca was surprised by that, used to question everyone’s motives. “Really?”

“Believe it or not, the horny guys that usually call me just love to pretend that it’s true.”

Beca was chuckling as well now, though she wasn’t ready to drop the subject just yet. The woman’s voice was intriguing, in a way, and making her feel things she hadn’t in a while. Feelings that she missed. “But, is it? True, I mean?”

“Who knows?” Chloe was using that seductive voice of hers again and Beca decided to give up. Perhaps pretending the same thing those guys did would actually help her. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you call me?”

Beca almost smirked, noticing that Chloe was still trying to sound hot but being unable to hide the little hint of genuine curiousness. “Well, some might say my job’s perfect for picking up loads of girls, but it’s kinda the opposite. I haven’t…you know, been with anyone in a while…”

“Mmh so I’m guessing you had a lot of fun alone then, huh?” The question resulted in Beca, once again, choking on nothing but thin air, which quickly turned into a full blown coughing fit. And despite the fact that she should have been able to stay professional, Chloe couldn’t help but laugh loudly.

They were both out of breath once silence settled between them again and Beca was grinning softly to herself. “Can I ask you a question now?”“Go ahead.”

“Is Chloe your real name?”

———

Their conversation really spiraled then, the reason why Beca had called in the first place long forgotten as she found out that the other woman’s name was, in fact, Chloe. The two of them ended up talking about the most random things and Beca’s smile never left her lips as she got to find out more about Chloe, things she hadn’t ever expected.

“And his name is Tupac! Can you believe that? This girl’s seriously crazy, in an adorable way.” Beca had absolutely no idea how they had ended up talking about her friend’s hamster, even though they had started with the topic of masturbation. Though there was also the fact that approximately three hours had passed since Beca had actually dialed Chloe’s number and she was now yawning right into her phone every few minutes.

“Beca?”

“Mh?”

“You’re tired, you should go to sleep.”

“But I like this.” Chloe chuckled, knowing that Beca was probably pouting on the other end of the line. Though, of course, she would never be able to know for sure.

“We’ve been talking for three hours. You do realize you still gotta pay even if we’re not, you know..”

Beca smiled softly to herself. Chloe was obviously avoiding ‘crude’ words in order to make her feel comfortable. It worked.

“I know, but it’s kind of worth it.” Beca meant every single word of that and the little sound that Chloe let out definitely sounded confused. “I’ve been in music business for a while now, this is the first genuine conversation I’ve had in what feels like ages.”

Chloe seemed to understand now, but managed to find something nice in the sad revelation Beca had just made. The brunette had realized just how happy and positive the other woman was after about an hour of talking to her on the phone. “Speaking of music, I don’t think I’ve told you I can sing, have I?”

“Do it.”

“What?”

“Sing for me.”

“Beca that’s-“

“I’m serious!” the brunette laughed. “I’m paying for this, after all.”

Beca hadn’t expected Chloe to actually do it, but she was an absolute goner as soon as the other woman started to sing a soft and incredibly beautiful melody.

Had she just fallen for a phone sex operator?

———

Beca called almost every day after that. It was quite ridiculous, really, but every day after work she’d get comfortable and call her favorite phone sex operator. All of the things she had gotten to know about the other woman filled her with joy and having actual, real conversations with someone made her feel better than she had in a while.

They’d usually talk for hours, about everything that came to their minds. They never tried to actually have phone sex again, though Chloe couldn’t help but make some dirty innuendos every now and then, just to experience the pure pleasure of flustering the other girl. Something she found incredibly endearing and cute.

“My boss worries about you, thinks you’re some kind of stalker.”

“What?” Beca mumbled, her mouth full of Chinese takeaway. She had just gotten comfortable on her couch and called Chloe, though she hadn’t expected that sentence to be the first words she’d hear out of the redhead’s mouth that day.

“Well, you’ve been calling every day for like two weeks straight now, can you blame him?”

Beca laughed loudly then, supposing that no, she really couldn’t blame him. The whole situation was ridiculous. “Hey, it’s not my fault that a phone sex operator is my best friend!”

“Did you just friendzone me?”

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headphones strongly recommended! more audios like this here x

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the ultimate dash cleanser.

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That made me so happy! I wish it was longer.

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#brittany snow #rip billie #sadness

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Home Is a Person: Epilogue (29/29)

Well, this is it. I can’t believe this is the final chapter. I feel like I’ve been writing and posting this fic for so long, it doesn’t really feel real that it’s all done with.

I want to thank everyone who reblogged and liked and sent me messages

This obviously won’t be the last you’ll see of me, I don’t think I could give up writing bechloe even if I wanted to. I’m already working on something else which I don’t want to say too much about because it’s in the very early stages, but I’m super excited about it and I hope it won’t be too long until it’s ready.

In the meantime I’m sure I’ll be adding chapters to ‘No Matter the Timeline’ so if you wanna send me prompts please do :)

Thank you again, here’s the final chapter 💖

One year later

“The question remains,” Benji said, pulling his car into the parking lot at JFK airport, “when are you gonna learn to drive?”

“I don’t need to drive,” Beca said. “Not when I have you.”

“It’s really lucky for you that Chloe is so sweet,” he said, parking up. “Because there’s no way I’d be driving you to pick up anyone else.”

“I know,” Beca said. “I had a lot of time to think about it on the subway the last time I flew home from Barden.”

“And you couldn’t get the subway this time because?”

“Because Chloe always packs too much,” Beca said. “Her case will be super heavy. Plus we get weird looks when we make-out on the subway.”

“You’ll get more than a weird look if you make-out in my car.”

“You’re getting a free dinner out of this,” Beca said. “And gas money.”

“I’ve heard that before,” he said. “You still owe me for last time.”

“You know I’m good for it,” Beca said. She checked her phone. “Cool, she’s landed, be right back.”

Benji waved her off and Beca clambered out of the car.

“Flowers,” Benji called.

“Thank you!” She replied, reaching into the backseat before she hurried into the airport, her heart racing with excitement.

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i wish i could read this again for the first time😭 i just loved it

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Do you know of ant fics with firefighter Chloe? One where she saves Beca? If not could you maybe write one please?

I asked some friends and @justis14 came up with these ^^

Made by the amazing @suituuup the (unlucky) adventures of a mail carrier

And these three made by the lovely @bechloeislegit https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13737352/4/ https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13737352/13/ https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13879313/1/You-re-Going-to-be-One-Hot-Mama

Also, if I find some time, I’ll see what I can do about writing something myself ;)

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Firefighter Chloe fics!

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I’m still so thrilled you’re all enjoying this fic so far! Providing it from only Chloe’s POV maintains the mystery. But it won’t be mysterious for long..

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4

Bechloe - Amnesia AU (pt.5)

Chloe can’t help it when she attempts to raise her arm slightly to assist Beca. It’s an automatic response in her. As though it’s in her nature to want to help.

She only manages a tiny lift, but it’s enough for Beca to mumble a generous “Good job” as the brunette eases the sleeve of Chloe’s nightgown down her arm and off her hand. Even the slightest of movements exhausts Chloe. So with each piece of the nightgown removed from her body, Beca and Gail give Chloe several moments to lay back and rest. To catch her breath and close her eyes.

Once the nightgown is completely removed, Chloe lays back with another heavy sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. She feels Beca lay the nightgown over her front to protect her dignity - though all dignity is stripped from her the second she requires help to bathe herself.

“Would you like a wet cloth to wipe your face with, Chloe?” Gail asks kindly, and Chloe opens her eyes, readying herself again for the next task. She imagines it wouldn’t normally be too laborious. But it feels it for now. “Or would you like Beca to help?”

“I’ll try.” is all Chloe can muster.

The cloth is damp and warm when it’s placed in her hand, that much she knows. It’s weird to think that something so simple provides so much comfort and anticipation all in one go.

Chloe brings the cloth as close to her face as her energy can provide, leaning forward in an attempt to meet it. Her hand shakes and she can hear the monitor nearby bleeping, indicating her heart rate is increasing. But she’s determined. She manages a few swipes at her cheek, unable to savour the feel of something soft ‘massaging’ her aching face, before it’s too much. With a light groan Chloe falls back, her head hitting her pillow and her hand flopping down onto the bed. And she attempts to catch her breath. Why is this so difficult??

“Hey, that was amazing.” Beca praises in a soft tone, her hand gently squeezing Chloe’s arm in reassurance. Chloe’s chest bobs with a tiny chuckle, a tired wisp of a smile on her face. Beca’s kind. Too kind. It was far from amazing. She can’t even clean her own face..

“Beca’s right, Chloe.” Gail agrees, taking the cloth from Chloe’s hand to place in the bowl of warm soapy water. “Not many people can do that much so soon after coming out of a coma.” Chloe is reminded that yes, she was entirely inactive and in a coma for seven months. “It’s only normal for your limbs to feel exhausted from the tiniest movement.”

Chloe stares at the ceiling, determined not to cry. She won’t cry. And yet, tears begin to build in her tired eyes.

“Hey.” Beca coaxes affectionately, smoothing her hand gently a few times from Chloe’s forehead back through her hair, trying to soothe her. “Heyyy, it’s okay. We can stop for now if you want?”

It’s tempting. Really tempting. Stopping now would give Chloe a chance to just lay back and rest her eyes and sleep.. but... she’s kinda been asleep for seven months. And yes, she needs to be kind to herself. But she also desperately needs a ‘freshen up’. Perhaps then she’ll feel a little more human?

———

Chloe clings as independently as possible to the side bar of her hospital bed, keeping her eyes focussed on Beca’s hips in an attempt to maintain her strength. But as the seconds tick on, she’s feeling less and less strong. This is it. The moment she feels completely and entirely helpless. She continues to lay on her side, Beca supporting her physically while the nurse quickly sweeps a warm wet cloth across her back and butt. Something feels sore around there, and she hears Gail mumble something about applying some cream.

Neither of the women with Chloe seem concerned or baffled by the redhead’s appearance. In one instance, Chloe had looked down the length of her body to see a neat curved scar, several inches in length, near her right hip. Beca had smoothed a warm wet cloth over it with little hesitation. She knows why it’s there. Chloe doesn’t.

“And come back, Chloe.” Gail advises in a calm tone, having finally arranged the bedsheets. Chloe feels Beca release her slightly, still remaining in contact to ensure Chloe doesn’t roll back too quickly. With one final long exhale, Chloe settles back in the bed, too exhausted to even comprehend that Beca is busy pulling her fresh nightgown down over her stomach.

Closing her eyes right now is literally the only thing Chloe has energy to do. So she does. And within a matter of seconds, she falls asleep.

———

“You should lay down.”

Chloe says it almost as soon as she wakes up. She has no idea what time it is, nor how long it’s been since she was washed. But she feels somewhat refreshed - or as refreshed as she can be - now she’s clean. Her eyes are directed, along with her statement, at Beca. Beca who is still sat loyally beside her bed. Still holding her hand. But now propping her head up with her other hand and a very tired expression on her face.

“I don’t want you to feel alone.”

For the first time Chloe feels a smile spread slightly across her own face. The response is as sweet as Chloe expected it to be. She has no idea why Beca insists on sitting directly beside her. Perhaps it’s what she’s done every night for seven months? Either way, tonight is the night that Chloe wants to give Beca permission to rest properly. She doesn’t know what they are to each other (though she appreciates that Beca mentioned they’re best friends), but she knows that Beca is here. That’s all that matters for now.

“I’m not alone.” Chloe assures, becoming aware that her throat is getting dryer by the minute. She needs to stop talking to save her voice. But her natural instinct to comfort Beca - while surprising - is stronger than Chloe’s common sense. “Really. Lay on the bed for a little while.”

She sees Beca glance over her shoulder at the fold out bed that a couple of the nurses had set up for her in the corner of the room.

“You look so tired.” Chloe adds in a soft tone, squeezing Beca’s hand weakly. The brunette turns back to her with a worried expression. Somehow Chloe knows what ‘her best friend’ is saying in that one look.

“I’m safe.” she adds. Because she is. Here in this hospital, being watched over by nurses, being monitored by high-tech equipment, and with ‘her best friend’ by her side.. she’s safe.

“If I need you...” she pauses, having to catch her breath a bit, but she soon recovers, “...I’ll use the button.” and she sees Beca glance at her free hand, and the call bell within it. She desperately doesn’t want Beca to worry, but it seems as though it’s just something within the woman’s genetics.

“Promise?” Beca asks, looking back at Chloe so their eyes lock again. Chloe recognises the vulnerability, but she doesn’t know how. She just knows it makes her heart tug in a certain way.

“I promise.”

———

Chloe turns her head on her pillow, looking over at the small fold out bed that the hospital have provided. In it lays a petite figure, fast asleep. She notices how calm and at peace Beca looks whilst sleeping. Her face doesn’t look strained or worried or anxious. It looks relaxed and still. And Chloe is able to take this moment to note how beautiful Beca is. A consideration that causes her heart to soar. The feeling confuses her, and a slight frown appears on Chloe’s face.

Are these reactions normal for her? Did the person she once was have feelings for Beca? Deep feelings? Feelings that caused her heart to soar and her mind whirr with thoughts of how beautiful the brunette is? Was it love? Is it love??

Chloe tries to make a mental note to ask Beca when she wakes. To ask Beca what had happened to her that resulted in her being placed in an induced coma. To ask Beca about how she met her husband. To ask Beca about her children. To ask Beca about the scar on her abdomen.

For now, however, Chloe finds the dimly lit room and the methodical bleeping of the monitors somewhat soothing. And for what feels like the millionth time since coming round from her coma, Chloe allows sleep to overpower her body. Within a matter of moments, her eyelids become heavy. And the final thing she sees is Beca, fast asleep, exhausted on the fold out bed..

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