"As I walk in, Beca is pulling her shirt off, her back still towards the door. My eyes trail along her spine, yea, I've seen her unclothed before, but everytime I'm breathless again." edit: i wrote this three years ago and it's going well so i haven't deleted it. but at some point i plan to go through and edit it loads :)

This isn't only bechloe fics. It's now going to be as many pairings from pitch perfect as I can manage! From pitch perfect. There may be new one-shots added through time from Pitch perfect 2 but until then it's from the first Pitch perfect! Like and comment if you like these fanfics to let me know what you thinks

It's common knowledge that Chloe has a crush on Beca. Well... common knowledge to everyone but Beca, it seems. 6 months since the Barden Bellas sang their final song, Chloe has been too nervous to get back in touch with Beca - Beca's got a whole new life as a signed artist, she probably doesn't need any of the Bellas anymore, let alone Chloe specifically. But Chloe misses her and with vet school not exactly going as well as planned, she really needs someone to talk to. And who better would it be to talk to than the one girl Chloe would do anything to spend the rest of her life with? Maybe it's impossible for things to go right when feelings aren't reciprocated. Maybe Chloe won't ever find another place where she belongs like she did in the Bellas. She just knows there's nothing more she wants in the world than to be Beca's girl. (Starts from the end of Pitch Perfect 3, fanfic/part textfic, hope you enjoy 😄) -I DON'T OWN PITCH PERFECT- -MATURE DUE TO SOME STRONG LANGUAGE-

After graduating Beca and Chloe finally moved in to share a domestic so called friendly life together, but living so close and sharing a bed is getting complicated when feelings start to grow stronger.

Beca and Chloe decided early on that their relationship was strictly friends with benefits. No strings attached, and no commitments. But when a drunken night sends their relationship to a whole new level, will Beca stay, or will she flee?