#ifionlyhadmorepaper

[ifionlyhadmorepaper]

hey y’all,

i know it’s been months since my last update on any of my stories, and i just wanted to let you all know that they are not abandoned, and they will be finished. i don’t know when, i work on updates as much as i can, so thanks to everyone who is bearing it with me.

have this meme, as a token of my appreciation,

xoxo- the author

#ifionlyhadmorepaper on ao3 #bechloe

[beca-mitchell]

any recs for long bechloe fics, slow burns, big stories, etc. or series. preferably complete but wips ok too. i just want some fics that’ll occupy my mind for a prolonged time. just wanna immerse. tia if you respond!

absolutely - and let me know if u want more dksfkd i am still a fic library/librarian!!

baby, i know places we won't be found by @cheapthrillsbeca / hedaswolf (fame au / 60k words / complete)

She's Out of My League by OmACAgee (beca is a bartender, chloe is a dancer / 41k / 2 chapters / complete)

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) by @mooosicaldreamz / mooosicaldreamz (fame au / 64k words / complete)

Days of Plenty AU by @lastchildofkrypton (est Bechloe raising Beca's half-sister / 461k words and counting / 6 fics in series / ongoing)

Stained Glass by @kailoraurelius (OBVIOUSLY / fake dating AU / AU generally / 143k words / complete)

Idol by Grotchon (American Idol AU / 122k words / 24 out of 30 chapters but you can find it completed on ff dot net)

Guiding Light by @massivedrickhead / massivedrickhead (angsty au / 36k words / 22 chapters / complete)

And Everyone Wins by littlepip (single parent au / 114k words / 29 chapters / complete)

Midnight Sunshine by redchocopanda (vampire AU / 253k words / 31 chapters / complete)

Come Back Home by GoesOnAndOn (fame au kinda + mild cheating implication / 92k words / 17 chapters / complete)

You Know I’d Rather Drown Than To Go On Without You by @ifionlyhadmorepaper / ifiOnlyhadmorePaper (hanahaki disease au / 23k words / complete + has continuation)

and if you go into my fic rec tag, you can find several more posts where i reference bechloe fics that I've read and enjoyed in the past including similar asks, reblogs, and more!

#ask #anonymous #bechloe #fic rec

[143bc]

http://archiveofourown.org/works/38363356

and i might be okay but i’m not fine at all

ifiOnlyhadmorePaper

Words:6683. Chapters:1/1

Summary:

Beca sucks at communicating her feelings, and Aubrey needs to be in control of everything — including her feelings.

Notes:

this is for @iwactsomf on tumblr! thank you for participating in the pp fandom drive!

Aubrey sat in the middle of her couch, with her hands in her lap, as she anxiously rubbed her thumb against the harsh bone of her wrist, and she glanced at the clock. It was early — too early — it was still blue outside, and it was cold. Beca had gone, she took her records, and she took the fairylights she’d brought with her, and Aubrey was by herself again in a quiet, darkened apartment. She still half expected to hear her singing in the shower, or smell a fresh pot of coffee brewing, but neither happened. She was alone.

❤️ mitchsen 🌹

#mitchsen fic #mitchsen #fic recommendations #beca mitchell #aubrey posen #good stuff #angst with a happy ending #mitchsen au #pitch perfect fandom drive #ifionlyhadmorepaper

[massivedrickhead]

the nights are darker, the stars are brighter (1/22): prologue

Words: 3419

Summary: It’s 1899. Beca Mitchell lives and works with Ramsey Beale on his ranch, and they’re pretty content with their lot in life. Then Ramsey’s niece Chloe arrives, and Beca discovers there might be more to life than they previously thought.

Notes: hello I’m back back back back back again with another bechloe au! I started writing this one in mid January, and it completely took over my life. I started it as a way to distract myself from all the Bad Feelings I was having, and I really, really enjoyed writing it. So much so that I completed it in about 7 weeks. Anyway, I hope you all like it!

Side note - this fic features non-binary Beca. It's the first time I've written a non-binary character and, as I'm not non-binary myself, there's a chance I've gotten things wrong. If anyone spots anything that doesn't seem right, or anything like that please let me know!

Thank you to @beca-mitchell for always listening to me talk about my aus and for just generally being encouraging and awesome, and thank you to @ifionlyhadmorepaper for reading through the first couple of chapters for me

Oh, one more quick thing - as the whole fic is written, I'm going to be posting a chapter every Monday and Friday.

Trigger warnings: bruises and reference to abuse

Read on AO3

#the nights are darker the stars are brighter #bechloe au #bechloe western au #au #pitch perfect au #western au #bechloe #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fic #pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction #pitch perfect fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #beca #chloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

[pinkpastels113]

2021 fic round-up

tagged @cheapthrillsbeca and @143bc, thank you <33

so like, this is my first time ever doing this and my first year in the fandom and i have to say, i have never found something so welcoming and warm and soft to be a part of and i feel like i will be forever grateful of it and that one day in which i had whimsically decided to create a tumblr account and started following bechloe and its bloggers. a lot has happened to me and the rest of the world this year- the pandemic, the protests, the election, us freaking out whether we would even survive the weird ass events and scares the first few months- and in that time i graduated with a (kinda lame but whatev) valedictorian speech, flew across the country by myself on a very mini vacation, started college, started a part-time job, found amazing new friends, texted on discord, freaked out over anna kendrick (and the rest of the cast) and wrote and read and laughed and cried and paced and grew more confident as a creator in such a niche fandom. it took a lot out of me trying to imagine a fictional world where characters i love have their proper voice, engaging in activities that i have personally haven’t experienced before (ie. going to a bar and having a drink, i’m underage okay sjhgsdj) but it had been fun! and exhilarating, writing something that other people enjoy and have actually experienced before. 

anyways, here goes! and i hope they had (mostly) been okay next to the other phenomenal and fluffy fics out there:

fics (bechloe)

one-shots (in descending timeline order)

i’d write this in the sky (i miss you like the very first night) (2.6k, fun and quick lil meet-cute au, M, for @maddiedrawz)

we could leave the christmas lights up 'til january (2.8k, christmas fluff, M, for @accio-sense)

i threw a wish in the well (i looked to you as it fell) (1.2k, meet-cute au in a mall, T, steca brotp)

caught (952, fluff, G)

because i see green and you were red (5.3k, meet-cute au in the middle of a street with a bike crash, T, emily is beca’s cousin)

d-day on the beach (2.9k, fluff and crack, T, for chloe beale’s birthday)

without you my heart is barely keeping me alive (2.4k, break-up angst au, T)

let me be the laughter to your cry (4.3k, hurt and comfort fluff, T, mental breakdown chloe)

we fit like stars (2.9k, seven year old beca in a library au, G)

talk numbers to me (3.3k, beca is a math genius au, G)

zombae (6.8k, meet-cute rescue mission in a zombie apocalypse au, M)

multi-chaps

give me a shot (8k, meet-cute whilst getting a covid shot au, T, steca brotp)

barking morning (7.9k, beca is a neighbor with a beagle au, G, ongoing)

unreal (13k, pining whilst dreaming drama, E, first ever bechloe fic)

drabbles

why am i still writing pages? (12k, fluff and angst, T, ongoing)

burning red (6.3k, fluff and angst and pining, T, mood fic)

series (1)

the question of when (9.9k, beca and chloe relationship progression, T, different bellas pov)

that one fic that is not bechloe

you look naughty but i’m sure you’re nice (2.3k, jessley meet-cute au in a bar, G, for rare pair week 2021 day 2)

and finally...

2021 stats

user subcriptions: 31

kudos: 1,474

comment threads: 164

bookmarks: 179

subscriptions: 116

word count: 95,864

hits: 19,857

tagging

@someone--stupid, @anastasia-93-daybidaylove, @wordsofmyreality, @pleaseactsurprisedxx, @ifionlyhadmorepaper, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#whew that was a super long post #lol it feels so weird to do a big self promotion like this with ALL of my fics in one place #welp it's once a year right? sdfdsjhgk #thanks for tagging me #w writes #bechloe #bechloe fluff #bechloe fic #jessley #pitch perfect

[pitchslapped]

The Night Before Pitchmas

As it's Christmas Eve I have put together a festive episode.

Featuring actor news, a highlight of some of this years festive fanfics and I attempt to read a Christmas Story called "Christmas Must Be Something More" by @snowonebutyou​. I also have a special rendition of The Night Before Christmas but Pitch Perfect style made by @ridiculously-over-obsessed.

You can listen to the episode here: Pitch Slapped - The Night Before Christmas

This weeks featured fics are:

Beca Noelle by 22_Ti aka @wordsofmyreality

The Twelve Pains of Christmas by @handsinaca-bitches 

The Christmas Connection by Fireroasted

You Can Hold My Hand If No One's Home by @ifionlyhadmorepaper

Have a wonderful Pitchmas!!

#Pitch Perfect #pitchmas #barden bellas #fic read #beca mitchell #chloe beale #aubrey posen #bechloe

[unholyhelbig]

We Sold Our Souls | 001: Beca

Summary: A small-town rock band continues to play even smaller venues well past high school graduation. Aubrey, Beca, Emily, and Chloe struggle with newfound fame and the long bloody road to get there.

[Based off of "We Sold Our Souls" By Grady Hendrix"]

Read on AO3 | Dt to the amazing @ifionlyhadmorepaper

Beca’s fingers were split and callused where Chloe’s were warm and protected. They were covered in bandages of all shapes and sizes, little adhesive papers that browned at the edges from dirt or from blood that hadn’t been dabbed away. They were wrapped, lacerated where she had pressed too hard on the velvet cords of her guitar. Beca Mitchell would play until rustic oozing syrup covered the face of the instrument.

They stung, sometimes, but right now she leaned into the numbness that the temperature in the office provided. She wanted to spread them in an equal motion over the glass of the desk so each finger lined up with a toe in her Doc Martins. Instead, she placed them calmly in her lap and stared at the silver pen that rested next to the contract.

She picked silently at the ace bandage that she had strategically wrapped around her pinky finger. It had been the newest slice; a wound still fresh to the sterile room. She was sure it would drip one, maybe two drops of red on the white linoleum.

Beca glanced up from the writing utensil and saw nothing but a suit, a slate and dull grey that blended perfectly with the rest of the room. There were no photos on the wall, nothing but a bland black leather sofa and a glass coffee table that matched the same desk they sat at now. She wanted to look through the floor to ceiling windows but saw nothing but white. Everything was white.

She was the darkest thing in the room.

Her boot tapped against, a low and thumbed rhythm. She waited for him to say something, to say anything. But she realized quickly that he may be darker than her. She could stare into the abyss that was his face, into the shadow but it would mean nothing. There were no defining features other than a crisp, business-like smile.

She had switched from pulling at the dressing of her wounds to picking at the frayed edges of her black jean jacket, littered with patches and permanent marker. Beca traced a signature that Chloe had drawn on one drunken night.

They had popped a bottle of champagne and the bubbles made the cuts on her fingers burn something fierce. But she let the golden liquid slosh onto the carpet of the hotel room, and bubble up in her throat until she couldn’t quite hold it between her lips anymore. Chloe kissed her and she tasted like weed and cherry.

It was the first night that their song was played on the radio.

The four of them huddled around a radio, its antenna stretched to the ceiling of that dingy room. The lights buzzed as much as the static, and it was close to three am; too late for the bar handlers to be heading home, and too early for the suits to be warming up their cars. But they played it- they played it.

They could quite possibly be the only four people in the entire world to hear the first song from the DEMO that Beca slid under the studio door.

When she leaned forward, the leather her pants made an ungodly noise. She didn’t’ want to read through the stack bound with a thick black clip. The first page was highlighted where she needed to initial and bolded at the most important parts; the parts that distracted her from what really mattered.

Her father was a stockbroker before he was dead, and he would tell her every single time he brought home a new contract, that they make the glittery things darker. That’s not what she was supposed to read; she was supposed to look at the little pieces of text that had stars next to them. People liked to trick you with shiny things.

Beca moved her finger across the large stack; the paper was cool to the touch and caught on the adhesive of her ace bandage. “What exactly are you offering me here?”

Summer 1985

It took her four whole months to save up for the old white Charvel that sat at the back of Shawl's pawn shop. There were bars strapped across the windows and an ugly neon orange sign that let Beca know when they were closed and when they weren’t. She would cling to those bars when old man Shawl would tell her to buy something or get the fuck out.

He stared at her even harder when she emptied the shoebox of change and crumpled up bills stained with sweat and sticky substances onto the glass counter, but even he couldn’t turn down a profit. She waited for ages while his liver-spotted hands counted the money carefully. Then he pursed his lips and pulled the beat up guitar down from his perch above his shoulder.

In later years, Beca knew she didn’t have nearly enough, and she thanked him silently for taking pity on her and passing it over anyway. She was driving all of his customers, she reasoned, by sulking on the hot sidewalk in front of the shop, letting banana flavored popsicles drip onto her fingers until it was nothing but a stick left.

She had fastened the worn leather strap around her chest and straddled her jet red bicycle. Beca had never peddled so fast in her life. The Mid-August heat clung to every inch of her was humming with sweat by the time she skidded to a stop in front of her house. She let the bike drop and got an instant hit of relief when she crossed the threshold into the open garage.

Beca scooted past the dusty Monza that barely fit in front of the door leading into their kitchen. Her mother had bought it off a stranger that came into the diner back in 78’. There were questionable stains in the backseat and an odd scent of Clorox that they could never get rid of. But it ran back and forth, and that’s all they needed.

She pulled open the honey blossom fridge and grabbed the closest thing they had to a cool drink. Beca drank tang straight from the pitcher, letting it drip down her face and soak into the collar of her shirt. She was noisy when she drank, and oblivious to her mother watching her from the archway as she tied her apron around her waist.

“We have glasses, Bec’s”

Her mother didn’t’ comment on the guitar strapped to her back. She figured that her daughter had picked up another hobby. Last year it was basketball, and the year before that she begged and begged for a set of baseball cards from the local hobby shop. After they were shoved under her bed she was told to fund her ventures on her own.

Beca swallowed the last of the orange flavoring on her tongue and took a savoring breath to fill her burning lungs. She turned to the woman and smiled “That would just dirty two things instead of one. Besides, you don’t drink this anyway.”

She couldn’t argue with that. Her mother wrestled silently with the faux pearl earrings that matched the beaded necklace against her collarbone. The soft blue tone of her uniform washed out her skin and made her look pale despite the summer heat that lingered well into August.

Beca placed the glass decanter back into the bottom half of the fridge before she mock saluted her mother and wandered back out to the garage. Her skin instantly became slick with sweat. She pulled an empty milk crate a few inches from the line of the setting sun.

She finally pulled the old Charvel from her back and situated it in her arms. It was far from a perfect fit. She reached over the neck and felt the way the side dug into her ribs uncomfortably. The strings were frail and sounded rough as she dragged her thumb against them.

Beca had only learned the start of one song, the first few cords of Black Sabbath’s Tomorrows Dream. They had printed the cords on the back of the record sleeve, each specific note highlighted in a comically large dot. Beca would breathe in the dust of the garage and listen to the record on a constant loop, pressing her fingers down against the notes.

She took a deep breath and started to follow the instructions that she had completed a million times over. The strings were too tight and it sounded choppy, sharp, and thick all at once. She cringed at her half-hearted attempt and the way the cords cut so deeply into her fingertips they stung.

She ignored the old car pulling out of the garage, and the way she had to squint at the darkness after a while. There was still the sour taste of orange on her tongue and sweat dripped from her nose. But she played and played, and played until there was blood against the white face of the instrument and tears pinching at her eyes. It sounded somewhat like Black Sabbath.

“You like metal?”

Beca jerked her hand back quickly and drew in a sticky warm breath of air. She had been so wrapped up in her task that she hadn’t realized she wasn’t alone anymore. A girl stood in the dull light that leaked from the garage and into the pavement. She didn’t’ quite pass the threshold- instead, she lingered.

A certain chill had invaded the air and the girl folded into herself. Her wild mane of orange hair fell around her shoulders and ghostly blue eyes lit up optimistically at the sight of a guitar.

“Uh,”

“That’s a Charvel, right? I begged my parents for one last Christmas but they got me an acoustic instead. Hooked me up with lessons from Miss Jensen. I learned one country song and started pocketing the fifty bucks a week instead.”

“Yeah,” Beca swallowed hard “It’s a Charvel”

“That’s cool,” she rocked back and forth on the souls of her sneakers. The cold didn’t’ seem to get to her much anymore. Beca tried to place her. Her ears were ringing and her fingers hurt. The crickets were hissing their own song. “You go to Kennedy don’t you?”

“I’m second year”

“I’m third.” She beamed “I live right next door, I’ve seen you around.”

Beca lifted her chin; she had seen the girl around too. It usually followed loud screaming and slamming doors. She would sit on her stoop and stare at the way her cassette player would turn. Beca had seen her flip a tape four times once- still like a statue until the music stopped and hat to be reset.

“Listen, I uh- don’t want to intrude, but maybe we could play together sometime?”

“Yeah, I would like that.” She found herself saying, the orange drink in her system making her stomach churn. She nearly felt bad, felt a pang of sadness for the girl. “I’m Beca.”

“Hi, Beca. I’m Chloe.”

Winter 1994

Beca let the case fall shut a little too loudly. The acoustics on the small stage seemed to catch all the wrong things. She couldn’t get her voice to carry earlier in the night, but the fur-lined box that they housed their amp in bounced all the way to the entry of the little venue in Portland.

She blinked hard, trying to ignore the harsh red lights that covered every single inch of the place. There were bumper stickers covering the spotty paint of the walls and a bar that was more piss and peanut shells than anything. Emily gulped down warm beer and struggled to keep it down momentarily. She didn’t look up at the noise, her stare trained on a coaster, and the crumbs that lie next to it.

Beca leaned back on her heels and pulled in a thick breath. She smelled like sweat and blood and alcohol. Her little stunt had drawn the attention of Aubrey, the woman wrapping the cord to a different amp around her forearm and palm. She narrowed her unripe stare.

“This was fucking shit,”

“I’m doing my best”

They spoke at the same time. She knew that Aubrey’s anger was buzzing, it was festering until it finally burst. She looked pale under the red lights, the same tattoo they had all gotten two years ago stretched under her tank top and down to the gap between her jeans.

She knew what Aubrey was going to say. Her best wasn’t good enough, and it never was; they had been doing this for years, eight long years and they were still playing the shit-stink venues in even shittier towns. They barely had an audience tonight, and it had all been Beca’s fault. The whole room was thinking it, but no one had the balls to say it other than Aubrey.

Chloe moved from the corner of the room, “We’ll get a better place, Bree.”

“Yeah? When? I’m tired of giving my all to an audience that doesn’t’ fucking exist. We’re not kids anymore.”

“We’re shit broke.” Emily turned in the creaky barstool, swallowing the foam at the bottom of her glass. “I don’t even think we have gas in the van.”

“How much from this gig?” Chloe asked.

Her hair was matted with sweat and her thumb pulled at the chain around her neck. It was fastened with a marbled red pick, one from their first real venue ever. She had nervously wiped away the gold lettering and now the smooth plastic was all that was left. Beca hated disappointing her, and she did it often these days.

“Five hundred.”

“Five hundred? Beca that’s barely enough to cover the hotel rooms.” Aubrey let the wrapped cord fall back to the stage “We don’t break even on this. It’s not fucking worth it. It never was and it never is.”

They all knew what came next. Emily stared down a coaster she had begun to shred. The remaining foam on the glass culminated at the very bottom of the glass and she knew she couldn’t muster enough change to order another one. So she sat with the sour taste in her mouth and festered.

Aubrey would mention Julliard.

“I could have had everything.” She hissed instead.

Beca didn’t dignify it with a response. Instead, she leaned down and pulled the amp up with nothing more than a grunt. Instead, she walked out into the cold Portland air and let it make her skin tighter. She blinked away the red light and searched for the keys in her pockets. She had left them inside.

#Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #Bechloe #Emily Junk #Aubrey Posen #Junksen #band au #rocker au

[direfoxicorn]

Lock screen and home screen for @ifionlyhadmorepaper

Tagging @uberrapidash @joccey @sword0fstorms @empressofkrakens

[psychofilmer]

Omg I got tagged in one of these little things!

I was tagged by @inversetwilight. Thank you! :)

I’m over 5’5” // I wear glass or contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tighter clothing // I have one of more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I prefer Nike to adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

Hobbies & Talents

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to TV shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during school or work breaks // I can do a handstand

Relationships

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // My parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have had a long-distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I meet up with someone I have met online

Aesthetic

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell //  I have watched the sunrise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

Misc

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom/dad friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I  am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs // I have a cat

Tagging: @free-falling-grenade @ukulelekatie @acidglue234 @massivedrickhead @ifionlyhadmorepaper

#tag game #i think that's what these are called #thanks again for tagging! #I never get this stuff so it's always fun when I do #so two things i didn't bold even though they are probably true #one: i can play an instrument. just basic and not well though. so i'm not counting it because it's basically nothing lol #and two: if you count photography then yes. I am artistic #but ever the hater of my own work #i don't count it #I count drawing and actual art as being artistic #so sue me #personal stuff

[ifionlyhadmorepaper]

and i might be ok but i’m not fine at all

Mitchsen AU//

It was a bad idea.

A really bad idea, and nothing good could come of it.

#ifionlyhadmorepaper on ao3 #beca mitchell #aubrey posen #mitchsen #pretty angsty #AU #moodboard #pitch perfect #one-shot #give it a read #all too well by taylor swift the ten minute version #all too well

[beca-mitchell]

do you ever think of beca mitchell singing before he cheats by carrie underwood?

do u breathe air? yes, i want her voice injected into my veins,

#ask #ifionlyhadmorepaper #beca mitchell

[143bc]

http://archiveofourown.org/works/27856813/chapters/90991672

Chapters 7/10

Chapter 1: I'll let you set the pace, 'cause I'm not thinking straight

Notes:

chapter title taken from love me like you do by ellie goulding

Beca tilted her head up at the lights, illuminating the houses around her, as they walked down the street in the chill of the night. Her nose was cold as ice, and the only thing keeping her warm was Aubrey's hand firmly clamped in her own. She looked at her, seeing the thrum of color reflecting in her hazel eyes, and the way her mouth was opened slightly in wonder. Beca didn’t enjoy being outside in the cold — it made her hands ache and her muscles stiff — but with Aubrey, it was bearable for a time. Mostly because Beca thought she was beautiful in the warm glow of the Christmas lights and snow, and she did what Aubrey asked of her. “Are you having fun?”

Plenty of ups and downs. You’ll like it❤️🌹

#beca mitchell #aubrey posen #chloe beale #mitchsen #then BeChloe #good fic #ifionlyhadmorepaper

[ifionlyhadmorepaper]

I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before and I Didn’t Like The Ending

read the sequel to this story here.

#bechloe #ifionlyhadmorepaper on ao3 #chloe beale #beca mitchell #bechloe au #pitch perfect #give it a read #bechloe fic #angst #ifionlyhadmorepaper #moodboard #sequel to you know i’d rather drown than to go on without you #exile by taylor swift

[ifionlyhadmorepaper]

You Know I’d Rather Drown Than To Go On Without You

read my newest story here!

#bechloe #ifionlyhadmorepaper on ao3 #chloe beale #beca mitchell #bechloe au #pitch perfect #give it a read #bechloe fic #angst #ifionlyhadmorepaper #pining #oceans by seafret #moodboard #canon divergence

[ifionlyhadmorepaper]

Hey everybody!!!

I just want to say thank you for all the positive responses to my pieces for bechloe week!!! I appreciate all your kind words, and support!! My hobby wouldn’t be as fulfilling without y’all!! Happy Bechloe Week!

Special Thanks to:

@pinkpastels113

@rifewit204

@accio-sense

@justis14

@alex-crafttt

@ultimateskyscraper

@acabellas

@beca-mitchell

I appreciate y’all!!!🧡

#ifionlyhadmorepaper on ao3 #pitch perfect #bechloe week 2021 #ifionlyhadmorepaper

[ifionlyhadmorepaper]

she smells like lemongrass and sleep

AU/ based off this tumblr prompt.

Beca wanders through the forest behind her house, taking jars of milk and honey, polished vintage coins, and jewelry in her backpack as offerings in exchange for mushrooms, leaves, rocks, and stream water. One day, she notices a single, white primrose being overshadowed by a fallen tree trunk; she pushes the tree trunk back, and realizes that the primrose came from a red-haired girl — covered in moss and soil — hidden under it. Her name is Chloe, and she is very serious about paying Beca back for saving her. Beca can’t get her to leave her alone.

#bechloe #bechloe au #based on tumblr prompt #chloe beale #beca mitchell #nymph/dryad #forest vibez #ifionlyhadmorepaper on ao3 #ifionlyhadmorepaper #she by dodie