Web Caucus For Millennial's

I just wanted to quickly say:

I have quite a few smut prompts in my ask box.

Thank you to those who have submitted me something. I’ll work on them in the next few days.

I’m from the UK and we’re now on a country lockdown (starting in an hour and a half) again till December 2nd (at the earliest) meaning, I have LOADS of spare time to write (type) till my hands fall off.

Stay tuned for the new smutty one-shots😜

Bechloe - ‘Love’

I’m in love with you 🖤

Chloe stared at the words over and over again. Five simple words on her phone screen. The five words that had just pinged through to the device in her hand. Her heart began racing and a broad smile swept onto her face.

Beca was in love with her! Beca Mitchell - self confessed moody alt-girl - had done what her co-captain had previously only ever dreamt she’d one day do: fallen in love with Chloe Beale. It was two years on since they’d first met. And four months since they’d started secretly dating. There had been casual mutterings of “love you nerd” during those months but nothing as concrete as being in love! Not until now.

Chloe looked up and over her phone at Beca who sat facing her. They shared the same large armchair, their legs tucked up under a shared blanket. Beca’s legs were draped over Chloe’s thighs as they did most evenings. And it had become so normal that most of The Bellas didn’t notice. Just like they hadn’t tonight.

The redhead’s stomach had butterflies racing around it as she saw her girlfriend draw her eyes up from her phone and look back at her with a fairly innocent expression. As though she hadn’t just divulged the most sweetest and deepest of feelings over text to the person who meant the most to her. Chloe pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and quickly texted back a reply:

I’m in love with you too 💛

She saw Beca’s face lit by her phone screen, and the way Beca’s expression changed to one that best fit a goofy laugh. Chloe knew her reply meant the world to her girlfriend.

Why are we saying this now?? I just wanna kiss you but The Bellas are here 😫 xx

Chloe read Beca’s message then looked back over at the brunette. Beca looked at her longingly. And it was that very longing expression that fuelled Chloe’s next move.

With all caution thrown to the wind, Chloe chucked her phone to the side (of which it unfortunately landed in a bowl of popcorn that was balancing on Flo’s lap) and launched herself on top of her girlfriend, immediately planting a full and firm kiss on Beca’s lips. Beca, who had initially been a little stunned by the motion, quickly forgot about everyone else and everything else in the room. Her arms automatically wrapping around her girlfriend’s waist while their kiss deepened.

The Bellas sat around the TV. But their focus was no longer on ‘10 Things I Hate About You’. No, their attention was fully on their co-captains kissing deeply on the nearby armchair. Where the hell had that come from?! They’d always known Beca and Chloe were close but…they’d never realised that was because they were dating!

“Uh, babe?” Beca mumbled as her kiss with Chloe gently broke, and Chloe simply grunted a gentle “Uhuh?”

“The Bellas are watching…”

Beca and Chloe slowly turned to look at their friends who were all looking at the two of them in shock. But Chloe didn’t care. She didn’t care that they knew. And neither, it seemed, did Beca.

So with a small smile, Chloe simply replied “Perverts.” then resumed her focus on her girlfriend, Beca chuckling just as Chloe’s lips landed back on hers. The Bellas looked to one another with raised eyebrows, all still unanamously agreeing silently that this was a huge surprise for all of them.

Ahh hey there anon and thank you so much for your message!

Gosh, it feels like forever ago that I wrote that script but glad it met your expectations and more 🤗

I loved writing it and do hope to actually write a PP5 script this year too as part of a sequel..

(And no, Daisy & Robbie weren’t named after characters from Agents of Shield - mostly because I’ve never watched it - but you’re welcome to envision that it was meant to be that way 😉)

Thanks again for the message! Have a fab weekend!

Pitch Perfect 4 Script

Pitch Perfect 5 Pitch

Pitch Perfect 5 opening scene..

Pitch Perfect 6 Pitch

I’ll admit I had no idea what a Sadie Hawkins Dance was until this prompt. And now it’s all I hear (heard it when watching ‘Cockblockers’ the other day and ‘Dumplin’)

Bechloe Christmas 2018 Masterpost

Day 24 - Bechloe - ‘Sadie Hawkins’

Chloe stood nervously, twirling a small 50’s style handbag between her fingers, rocking back and forth on her heels. Her red hair was styled into a stunning retro fifties look, and she wore bright red lipstick that was only enhanced by the innocent light pink of her ‘Pink Ladies’ jacket.

So this was a Sadie Hawkins dance, yes. But Chloe believed herself to be the only girl here who hadn’t actually asked her ‘date’ to this thing. And she was definitely the only girl here who had no idea who the guy was. It had all been the arranging of Jesse Swanson of all people.

— One Week Earlier —

“Hey Chloe.”

“Um..” Chloe began, her eyebrows rising in surprise while she stirred a wooden spoon through the homemade soup she was currently preparing for herself and The Bellas for lunch, “..Hey Jesse! Everything okay?”

Jesse never contacted Chloe. Ever. There had only been one time, around a year ago, when Beca had been out with The Bellas and her phone battery had died. Chloe had actually been the one to contact him first to let him know. And all he’d replied with was an “OK. Thanks.” That had been it. So to get a call from him out of the blue was very odd indeed.

“Yeah, I hear you’re in need of a date for this Sadie Hawkins dance next week?”

Chloe felt her cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment. She’d never had a problem with getting a date before. But for some reason, the only guys left in the current senior year - who were all unfortunately a couple of years younger than her - seemed completely intimidated by her bright smile and forward nature. None of them had agreed to go to this dance with her. And as a result, Chloe was completely and utterly dateless.

“Yeah unfortunately so..” she said, keeping her tone low while she looked over her shoulder at her friends who were all gathered around the kitchen table, picking up warm slices of the freshly baked bread she’d not long pulled out of the oven. She noticed Beca walking into the kitchen, the brunette’s eyes lighting up at the sight of the bread on the table.

“Well I know someone who’s also dateless but really wants to take you. Interested?”

Chloe turned back to the soup, her heart racing a little faster as her face lit up, “Seriously?”

“Unless you don’t want to then I can always go back to them and-“

“-No!” Chloe blurted quickly, and she noted the way her friends fell silent behind her. Chloe cleared her throat awkwardly, adding, “No I’d…I-I’d love to go with him.”

“Great.” Jesse replied in a surprisingly light tone, “I’ll be in touch with further details.”

Chloe ended the call and let out a huge breath of air. Then she turned on the spot to face The Bellas with a huge smile on her face.

“I’ve got a blind date to the Sadie Hawkins!”

And The Bellas all cooed and squealed in excitement for her. Except for Beca, who stood towards the back with a massive grin on her face, looking as though she’d just won the lottery.

— One Week Later —

Next to a painted wooden cutout of the ‘Grease Lightning’ car, Chloe stood patiently, trying to hold herself back from biting her bottom lip and ruining her lipstick. She’d really had to hold herself back from getting too excited about the prospect of potentially meeting ‘the one’ at this Sadie Hawkins dance. It didn’t help that her parents had met at a Sadie Hawkins back in college.

The redhead peered at all manner of male seniors, dressed up as T-Birds, trying to work out if any of them were alone. Trying to work out if any of them were approaching her. But none of them were or did. As the minutes ticked on, her heart began to drop.

The Bellas had excitably left her here twenty minutes ago to go off in search of their Sadie Hawkins dates. Beca hadn’t even come, stating the dance was ‘dumb’.

Chloe let out another sigh, plucking her phone from her small purse and re-reading the text Jesse had sent her. He’d specifically stated the guy who would be her date would meet her at the ‘Grease Lightning’ car cutout at 8.30. Well it was now fast approaching 8.50. How long could she stand here looking like a complete loser, waiting for someone who had every potential to not even show up-

“Hey.”

Chloe looked up from her phone and had to do a double-take. Her mouth went dry and should couldn’t help her jaw from dropping. There, stood before her in a slim-fitting white top that accentuated her ample boobs, a black leather jacket, black tight pants, some killer shiny black shoes, and her beautiful dark brown hair slicked back, was Beca! The younger woman had a side-grin tugging at her red-stained lips, and Chloe felt certain her own heart skipped a beat. Beca looked hot!

“Sorry I’m late. My hair took way longer to do than I expected.”

Chloe furrowed her brow for a moment, long enough for Beca’s smile to grow:

“Jesse never told you it was me, did he.”

And suddenly Chloe’s heart soared. Beca was her mystery date to the Sadie Hawkins!

— One Week Earlier —

“So I’m gonna ask your permission for something. And it’s gonna sound weird. But…just don’t stop me until I explain my reason behind it.”

Beca was busy pacing up and down her attic bedroom, her phone in one hand held to her ear, and her other hand folded across her stomach. It was the beginning of November. One week before ‘Barden’s Senior-Year Sadie Hawkins Dance’. And The Bellas house had been a hive of activity since the announcement of this year’s theme: ‘Grease’. ‘Pink Ladies’ jerseys had been bought en-mass by the women, and evening discussions of how to have their hair styled was prime topic of conversation. That and who each Bella was going to invite to the dance of course.

That was the whole point of a ‘Sadie Hawkins’. The girl got to pick the guy to ask out to the dance, unlike other dances where the guy traditionally asked the girl.

Beca - having already had a boyfriend who happened to be studying away in LA at that present moment in time - had been far less than excited about the impending event that none of The Bellas were going to allow her to get away with missing. She didn’t want to ask a guy to the dance. Even if it was someone as innocent as Benji (who Jessica had actually already asked anyway..)

“O-kaaay?” Jesse said down the phone to Beca, a little curious about her desire to ‘ask his permission’ for the first time ever.

Beca let out a sharp breath of air, stopping on the spot and squeezing her eyes shut. She just needed to get this over and done with.

“Is it okay if I ask Chloe to this dumb ‘Sadie Hawkins’ dance thing?”

Her heart was almost ripping from her chest she was so nervous. Chloe had come home three times this week alone - three times - in tears because each boy she’d asked to the dance were already taken. Now she was running the risk of attending the thing alone.

“Wha-?” Jesse began, but was quickly cut off by Beca who furrowed her brow. He’d promised she could explain why.

“-She keeps asking guys and they keep turning her down and you know how insecure Chloe can be. Better I ‘take’ one of my best friends, right? Instead of asking some random dude?”

“Sounds like there aren’t many dudes left if Chloe can’t get a date for the dance.” Jesse mused, and for a fleeting moment Beca’s stomach twisted with jealousy. What was that supposed to mean? Did Jesse find Chloe attractive? Beca would agree with him if he did. Her best friend was attractive. But still…it wasn’t right for him to suggest it so casually.

“Sooooo…is that a yes?” Beca asked, holding her breath while her boyfriend appeared to sit down with a sigh wherever he was in LA.

“Yeah. No, it’s a good idea Beca. Ask Chloe to go with you. Try to cheer her up.”

“Will you be my wing-man? Like, tell her you’ve got someone for her but she can’t find out who it is until the night?” Beca asked hopefully. It was weird to ask her own boyfriend to be a ‘wing-man’ for her to ask her best friend on a kind of date. Perhaps wing-man was a poor choice of label. And Beca scrunched her face up, hoping Jesse wouldn’t read too much into this. She just wanted to help her best friend out. That was all.

“I thought you hated surprises.” Jesse said in a suspicious tone.

“I do.” Beca quickly replied, “But not if I’m part of the planning of one.”

— One Week Later —

“I-I can’t believe it!” Chloe gushed, completely overwhelmed by the gesture her best friend was making here to ensure she wasn’t dateless for the Sadie Hawkins - an event she’d been excited about attending with her friends for years, patiently waiting for them to reach senior year so she could go. “Beca you…you planned all this for me?”

And Beca, ever the casual nonplussed individual, simply shrugged as if it were no big deal, “You love surprises. You love big gestures. And you’ve loved the idea of Sadie Hawkins for years. I couldn’t let you go to this thing alone.”

Chloe felt tears build in her eyes, becoming somewhat oevrwhelmed with emotion. This was possibly the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her.

“I don’t know what to say.” she mumbled with a soft smile on her face, and Beca reached out to take her hand.

“You don’t have to say anything.” Beca replied kindly, a grin spreading across her face while she slowly began to guide them through to the main hub of the dance, “You can do all the talking with those hips of yours, Beale.”

And Chloe let out a giggle as she gripped Beca’s hand, allowing herself to be guided within the crowd of fellow seniors who all had a good look at them as they passed. But Chloe didn’t care. And neither did Beca, it seemed.

This was what best friends did. They looked out for one another. And they went as plus ones to events if it was important enough to the other.

— Seven Week’s Later —

Beca crashed through the back door of The Bellas house, her lips swollen from the earlier make-out session, her slippers crunching in the compact snow in the back yard as she followed a fuming Jesse to a clearing a little bit away from the house. Her chest felt tight as he wheeled around on the spot and glared at her.

“You want to explain, huh?” He asked, clearly furious and confused about what he’d just walked in on in the kitchen moments before, “Well then explain to me how long you and Chloe have been screwing around with each other behind my back!”

Beca swallowed loudly, her hands tightening into fists. Her heart beat heavy against her ribs. She was embarrassed. She was ashamed. And she was upset.

She and Chloe had never meant to start this thing at the intensity that they had. They had never meant to continue it at the intensity that they had. And they’d certainly never meant to get caught. Not least of all by Beca’s boyfriend…

——

Bechloe Xmas 2018 Masterpost

Day 4 - Bechloe - First Christmas

A huge yelp of pain rocketed through The Bellas house closely followed by rather frantic talking, all coming from the entrance hall of the sorority house.

Stacie, Cynthia Rose, and Flo - who had just been leaving Jessica and Ashley’s shared bedroom - dived downstairs to find out what was happening. They were closely followed by Jessica and Ashley themselves, who bumped into Flo at the back of the small group because the Guatemalan had had to stop behind Stacie and Cynthia Rose - both of whom having frozen on the stairs.

All five women looked down at the front door in horror. Chloe laid crumpled on the floor, her hands to her face which she moaned into - clearly in a lot of pain. Knelt by her side was Beca who, by the looks of her hat, scarf, gloves and coat, had just arrived home from her final class before the Christmas break. Beca was apologising over and over again, asking Chloe if she was okay. And Chloe kept mumbling that it was ‘alright’ in return.

“What the hell happened?!” came the familiar booming voice of Fat Amy, and all The Bellas on the stairs along with Beca, turned to see the Australian arrive with Lilly, in the doorway to the lounge. The blonde furrowed her brow, still completely perplexed why Chloe was now wincing, her hands still covering her face.

There was a look on Beca’s face that none of The Bellas had seen before in the year and a bit that they’d known her. The girl looked highly concerned - unusual for someone who was normally so laid back and disinterested in things. But as she turned back to Chloe, The Bellas heard an ounce of the real Beca. The part that the Captain must have been trying to hide. The part that cared.

“Can someone please get an ice pack or something??” she cried out to the girls around her, tugging her gloves off. Nobody noticed that Lilly already had an ice pack in her hand ready, the quiet girl stepping forward and holding it out to Beca.

The brunette took it without really processing who had handed it to her, instead a little preoccupied with the heap that was her co-captain on the floor before her, “Ice.” she mumbled, reaching out for Chloe then not overly sure what she could touch so retracting her hand and pointing to the ice pack instead, “There’s an ice pack here Chloe. Come on.”

The Bellas all winced and let out gasps as Chloe brought her hands from her face to ease herself up. The redhead boasted an impressive swollen red and blue nose, with blood seemingly dripping from it now her hands were no longer blocking the way.

Beca, however, caught sight of the blood and suddenly the colour drained from her face as she held the ice pack out to Chloe, “H-Here…Here you g-go…” But before Chloe had a chance to hold the ice pack she took from Beca, up to her face, the redhead let out a light squeak of worry as Beca’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and the girl fainted.

The Bellas all surged towards their captains, Fat Amy immediately chucking Beca into the recovery position as that was what she assumed was the best thing to do. Meanwhile, Stacie and Cynthia Rose tried to keep Chloe from diving on top of Beca, such was the redhead’s concern for her friend. They all knew Beca needed air in order to come round.

And come round the twenty year old did, when Jessica and Ashley produced a bag of smelling salts each, wafting them under Beca’s nose. By that time, Chloe had finally settled and was willingly allowing an ice pack on her face to try to bring the swelling of her nose down a bit.

“C-Chloe?” was the first thing to fall from the brunette’s mouth as she’d stirred, her eyes flickering open, looking around at the occupants of the entrance hall of their house. At her friends.

“M’okay Beca.” came Chloe’s response, the girl sat on an armchair in the lounge that had been dragged to the doorway so she could keep her eyes on Beca while their friends tended to the two of them.

Beca winced as she eased herself up to her feet, holding a hand up to Fat Amy who was trying to advise her not to stand too quickly. It was a little too late, the brunette already on her feet and slowly wandering towards Chloe.

“Sure you’re okay?” Beca mumbled, blinking a little, trying to stop her head from swimming a bit as she stopped before her friend and Chloe smiled gently, the ice pack still on her nose.

“Yeah Beca, nothing to worry about.”

“But…I punched you.”

The revelation of what had happened had The Bellas around them gasping. All looked confused while they turned to look from Chloe’s face to Beca’s concerned expression. Cynthia Rose and Flo automatically stepped in front of Chloe, to try to block her from Beca, protectively.

“Girls, it was my fault.” Chloe tried to explain, sticking her hand between Flo and Cynthia Rose’s hips so she could ease them to the sides, but it only served for the two Bellas to fold their arms defensively.

“That’s what all victims say, Chloe.” Cynthia Rose insisted, looking sternly at Beca, “They always blame themselves.”

“Girls, I was the one who jumped out at her.” Chloe confessed, and the two Bellas ‘protecting’ her hesitated before stepping aside to look at the redhead while she continued, “There’s mistletoe over the door and I thought I’d try and catch Beca as she got in from class.”

All nine Bellas looked over at the mistletoe that Stacie had stuck above the front door earlier that day. There was no way Beca would’ve known about it. And slowly the results of Chloe’s ‘ambush’ was beginning to make sense. Because Beca was known for having taken a mixture of martial arts, wrestling, and boxing classes as a kid - having grown up with three older brothers. Which meant the girl was always ‘ready’ for some sort of ‘attack’.

“I-I didn’t mean to punch her. Honest.” Beca tried to plead, and her friends all looked at her somewhat sympathetically while the brunette remained focussing her concern on the girl before her in the armchair.

“It’s okay, Beca.” Chloe mumbled in a sweet tone, “Hopefully the swelling will go down before I go home for Christmas in a couple of days.”

And if Beca hadn’t felt guilty enough, with Chloe’s aired hope she felt a million times worse..

— Two Hours Later —

Chloe stood before the long mirror in her bedroom, wincing slightly as she brought her fingers to the length of her nose and touched it lightly. God it was painful. But then love hurt. And while repercussions of going to kiss Beca under the mistletoe hadn’t quite been as she’d planned, Chloe was pleased with herself for at least trying.

The crush she’d had on Beca this past year and a bit since the brunette had joined The Bellas had been somewhat torturous. So no sooner had Chloe found out about Stacie’s mistletoe, she’d been on the lookout through her bedroom window for Beca’s return. Unfortunately all she’d been left with was no kiss and a bloodied nose.

But Chloe, ever the optimist, decided that it would end up just becoming a funny story that she and Beca would end up telling their children and grandchildren, when they eventually did get together.

Suddenly a light knocking was heard at her bedroom door.

“Come in!” Chloe called out but after a moments pause, the door remained closed. The redhead furrowed her brow and made her way over to it to see who was there. To her surprise she saw Beca stood sheepishly outside her door.

“Hey, uh…” Beca said somewhat nervously, and a small smile swept across Chloe’s face. She’d already forgotten about the state of her appearance until she saw Beca look specifically at her nose with a wince. “I-I’m really sorry I punched you.”

“It’s okay, Beca.” Chloe assured for what felt like the millionth time that evening, but Beca still didn’t seem to accept her forgiveness.

“It’s not okay. Me and my dumb reflexes..” she muttered, clearly annoyed with herself.

Chloe had to admit, she loved it when Beca was like this. All coy and awkward. She wished Beca was a little more snuggly. Would accept hugs or would provide hugs as a form of comfort. But Chloe conceded she’d probably have to work on her favourite prickly alt girl for a couple more years.

“I uh…I wanted to make it up to you.” Beca said in a quiet tone, then motioned her head up.

Chloe glanced up with a furrowed brow. A furrowed brow that quickly unfurrowed when she caught a glimpse of the very mistletoe that had been stuck up over the front door of the house earlier. It was now stuck above her bedroom door instead. Perfectly above her and Beca. And the redhead quickly snapped her attention back to her co-captain.

“You don’t have to-“ Chloe began, fully aware that this was far from anything Beca would want to do. But Beca looked back at her seriously, almost determined.

“-No it’s alright, dude.” She insisted before shrugging, “It’s the rules of mistletoe, right?”

There was a long pause while the two girls looked into one another’s eyes. It was the most intense interaction Chloe had had with her friend since their earliest days, when Chloe had first asked Beca to join The Bellas. Fifteen months ago.

Chloe’s heart rammed against her chest while she watched Beca let out a sharp heavy exhale. The brunette took a step closer, then slowly reached up to gently cup Chloe’s cheeks. And Chloe thought she was going to pass out herself right there and then. Because this was fast becoming one of her dreams. A dream coming true.

She noticed Beca’s eyes flutter closed while Beca’s face slowly approached hers. So Chloe closed her eyes slowly too, her hands automatically reaching for Beca’s waist.

Then suddenly Beca and Chloe shared their first kiss. Beneath the mistletoe. On their very first Christmas shared in The Bellas house.

Chloe’s body went numb, the throbbing pain she’d had from her nose falling to the back of her mind. Because she was kissing Beca! Beca was kissing her! Finally! And the redhead allowed a tear to slip from the corner of her eye, the kiss continuing.

At some point, and Chloe wasn’t sure when, their kiss deepened, their mouths parting much more, allowing tongues to slip into one another’s mouths. And Chloe felt as though she was melting into Beca’s arms. This was already the best kiss of her life. And if she could spend the rest of her life kissing Beca then she would.

But as with any good thing, the kiss gradually came to an end. The two co-captains broke their lips apart with content sighs. Neither smiled when they eventually opened their eyes - both so shocked at how amazing that kiss had felt.

“Now that was a hot mistletoe kiss.”

Beca and Chloe jumped at the sound of Stacie’s amused tone, turning to see the leggy brunette leaning on her own bedroom door, a teasing grin on her face. Chloe let a coy smile grace her face while Beca went bright red in embarrassment, her hands dropping from Chloe’s neck where they’d ended up.

To their surprise, ‘hmms’ of agreement sounded from behind Beca and the two co-captains turned to see Cynthia Rose, Flo, Jessica and Ashley stood on the stairs looking up at them with grins on their faces.

“Oh God.” Beca mumbled under her breath, turning to hang her head near Chloe’s body - choosing the redhead as the safest person to be embarrassed around.

Chloe removed her hands from her friend’s waist and let out an amused chuckle. Again, she loved Beca like this. And the sensual kiss they’d just shared gave her hope that their coming years could become very eventful indeed. Very hopeful.

“You can go to your room if you want.” she whispered kindly, and Beca looked up at her gratefully.

“Thanks.”

Just as Beca turned, making her way over to the stairs that would lead to the attic bedroom she shared with Fat Amy, Chloe’s ears picked up Stacie declaring loudly, “My turn next Chloe. Get ready.”

And to all The Bellas delights, they watched as Beca turned on the spot, dashed back towards Chloe’s bedroom, and leapt up. The petite brunette impressively grabbed the mistletoe (that it turned out she’d got Stacie to stick up above Chloe’s door for her), pulled it down, then landed expertly, looking at Stacie seriously:

“Chloe’s my mistletoe kiss. Go find your own.”

Chloe’s heart skipped a beat, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth while she watched Beca glance at her awkwardly, then make her way to her own bedroom. She couldn’t help the coy smile on her face. Beca had ‘fought’ for her. Had ‘fought’ to be exclusively her mistletoe kiss. And as Chloe returned to her own bedroom she felt as though she was on cloud nine.