#bechloe drabble

[pinkpastels113]

🤎 bechloe pls and thank you wenz 😌

ehehee so polite :3 ofc max <33

from this ask meme

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss

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"C'monnn call in to workkk," Chloe whines, refusing to budge from her position on top of her girlfriend. Her legs tighten their bracketing on Beca's hips, trapping her in. She presses another kiss to Beca's face, giggling at the sleepy weak shove to her shoulders. "Please?"

"But I'm not sick," Beca grumbles, rubbing at her eyes. She accepts the lips brushing softly against her own, coming up smiling a little at the end when Chloe pulls away. "Totally healthy."

Chloe pouts. "But I'm not." She feigns a cough. "Soooo sick. Need alone time with my girlfriend, mhms. Need her to take care of me."

"Oh?" Chloe can see the moment it clicks, when Beca decides to play along. She tries- and fails- to hide her smile of victory. "And what has gotten you so out of it today, Beale?"

"Deprived of one tiny grumpy brunette. With awes music taste. And a tendency to wear raggedy old band shirts." Her lips trail along the line of Beca's jaw, down her pulse point to where she delights in the jump she receives when she offers it a gentle nibble. "Doctor's orders to spend this gorgeous spring morning outside with her today."

"Ignoring that first bit because you're cute." Beca's hands find home on Chloe's waist, where it always fits. Like it was made for her. She tilts her head back against the pillows to provide Chloe with more space to work with. More space to kiss. "Doctor's orders huh?"

"Mmm, yep." Chloe takes the skin of Beca's chest in between her teeth, sucking on it with her tongue, soothing it with her open mouth. "Vital for my health."

Her heart leaps at the groan that is released to the ceiling, which is dancing with strips of sunlight peeking through the curtains, "Guess I have no choice then."

[disastercomingfaster]

I have finally finished my spooky season Bechloe fic! Please let me know what you guys think, I'm really nervous about how it turned out.

Gifs are from https://www.tumblr.com/beca-mitchell and https://www.tumblr.com/the-watcher-in-the-sky - if that is not okay, please let me know and I will take them off

It's spooky season for the girls! Beca Mitchell's roommates are shocked to learn that the usually tough Barden Bella is secretly terrified of haunted houses. While Chloe tries to show her girlfriend how these houses can actually be a lot of fun, Fat Amy is on her own quest to find the clown love of her life.

[massivedrickhead]

17, please? (If it's been done I'm sorry I didn't see it).

I'll be honest, I didn't really have it in me today. I want to keep the streak going, but I'm not really happy with this. So I'm sorry if it sucks, and I'm sorry it's so short. This is all I can do today.

17. “You’re so cute when you’re tired and speaking in half-sentences.”

Prompt taken from here

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It was a little after 5 am when Chloe returned home from her night shift at the vet clinic. 

She expected a quiet house, and she’d planned to just crawl straight into bed and curl up with Beca before she had to leave for work. 

She was bone-tired. Her feet were burning, her back aching, and a headache had settled right behind her eyes.

She’d finally finished her two nightshifts of the month - which had ended up being back-to-back this time - and she couldn’t wait for some much-needed time off.

Really, all she wanted to do was sleep.

Chloe was surprised then when she got home and found Beca sitting up at the kitchen table, typing away on her laptop and stopping periodically to rub at her eyes.

“Hey,” Beca said, grinning sleepily at Chloe when she walked through the door. “How was work?”

“Long,” Chloe mumbled, slumping down into the chair beside Beca. “Exauhsting. Why are you up? Too early,” she said, through a yawn.

“Work,” Beca answered with a shrug. “One of our artists is on tour in Europe at the moment, and apparently he couldn’t wait for normal office hours to rearrange his set.”

“Been up long?” Chloe asked, her head coming to rest on her folded arms.

“A couple of hours,” Beca said. “I finished a little bit ago, but I figured I’d wait up for you.”

Chloe gave her a tired grin. “You’re sweet.”

“And you’re so cute when you’re tired and don’t speak in full sentences. Shall we go to bed?”

“Please,” Chloe said, gratefully taking Beca’s hand.

Chloe changed out of her scrubs and into a pair of pyjamas before crawling into bed next to Beca, who was already propped up against the pillow typing something into her phone.

Chloe tapped her on the arm, and Beca lifted it to allow Chloe to cuddle into her side.

“No work,” Chloe said.

“Yes ma’am,” Beca replied, putting her phone down on the nightstand. “You’re not back at work until Monday now, right?”

Chloe gave a grunt of affirmation, her eyes already closed, sleep only seconds away.

“What should we do with our day off together? It’s been a while since we had one.”

“Sleep,” Chloe said.

“You wanna sleep all day?”

“No,” Chloe replied. “I want you to sleep now.”

“Sorry,” Beca said, with a light chuckle.

Beca closed her eyes and took a breath that seemed to fill up her whole chest. 

Any stress she’d been feeling from work melted away, and she couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face.

“I love these moments with you,” Beca said. She pressed a kiss to the top of Chloe’s head. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too,” Chloe replied, her voice little more than an exhale. “But if you don’t go to sleep, I’m gonna start asking for a divorce.”

[mcrololo]

for @pinkpastels113, whose prompt was "tsk it's so cold". takes place after this

“You’re so lucky,” Chloe teased, delicate fingers taking off the last remnants of wrap.

“Why?”

“I don’t always get tempted to do the aftercare,” Chloe giggled. She informed Beca she was going to clean her shoulder.

Still, Beca couldn’t stop the gasp when icy fingers touched the curve of her neck to her shoulder. “Fuck me, dude, that’s cold.”

“Oh hush,” Chloe said. “I washed my hands with lukewarm water. Your skin is just burning.”

Beca rolled her eyes. “Right. Completely normal.”

The ring of Chloe’s laughter directed the swirl of butterflies in her belly. “It’s healing, you big baby!”

[betterto-burnout]

"Everybody's watching her, but she's looking at you"

Beca and Stacie are out in one of the hottest clubs in the city, Beca battling her bad mood, Stacie trying to get her to enjoy herself. The club is packed, but somewhere in the centre of the dancefloor is a woman with all eyes on her, although it seems that she herself only has eyes for one person in particular...

Oneshot, Beca x Chloe, ~4,500 words

CW - Alcohol consumption

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

From The Crowd

Chloe stared up at Beca with a smile on her face and awe in her eyes. She could already feel Aubrey's disapproving glare boring into her but she couldn't bring herself to care. Becca was everything she imagined and more. Even if she hadn't practised the song that she was meant to or shown off her belt, Chloe could feel herself being blown away and mesmerised by that voice. Everything about her was perfect. So much so that she didn't even dare to ever look away.

She couldn't wait to have her a part of the Bella's. And nothing more.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

[kdawgsuperfan]

Hiiiii! Omg it’s been so long since I’ve posted something on here! I decided to write a little drabble as this idea just came to me so here is that. Also I need more friends in this fandom so feel free to hit me up in the dms or leave me a comment! My ask box is also always open and I do take requests occasionally :)

Oh also, for context: this is set after PP3, after the bechloe kiss, when they return home to their shared apartment.

Hope you enjoy :)

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“Becs?” Chloe whispers.

“Hmm.” Beca grumbles sleepily.

“When did you know that you liked me?”

“Baby, it’s late…” Beca speaks softly, turning in Chloe’s arms to face her.

“Pleaseeee! I want to know.” Chloe pries.

“Mmmm.” Beca groans again, wiping her tired eyes, blinking them to see Chloe through the darkness.

Chloe waits patiently, tracing circles on Beca’s hip.

“My freshman year, at initiation night.”

“Initiation night? Really?” Chloe whispers, staring over at Beca who has again shut her eyes.

“Mhm.”

“Interesting. What was it about that night?” Chloe asks, eyes fixed on Beca’s sleepy face.

Beca thinks it over a moment before answering. She opens her eyes again. “You were very drunk, and you came up to me and we were chatting.”

“Right! That’s right.”

“You pulled me close and said you thought we would be very fast friends.”

“Awe and we were!”

“And then three minutes later, you were making out with Tom, and I was a little jealous to say the least.”

“Oh my god really? Bec you never told me that.”

“Well we just got together Chlo, there hasn’t exactly been a good time to tell you that I was jealous when you were making out with your boyfriend six years ago.” Beca chuckles softly.

“I guess I kind of blew it then huh?” Chloe says after a short pause.

“What? No. Things worked themselves out babe, we’re together now aren’t we?”

“Well yes but we could’ve been together way sooner had we just…”

“Just what Chlo? We were young, we didn’t know. Obviously that was new territory for both of us. And quite frankly I’m happy with the way things turned out.” Beca reaches up and moves the hair from in front of Chloe’s face, tucking it behind her ear.

“Seriously. I am, because you know what? Who knows where we’d be had things been different.” Beca lets her hand rest on her girlfriend’s cheek, softly caressing it.

“Probably married, living in a tiny cottage by now.” Chloe says softly, followed by a yawn.

“Hmm. Maybe one day Beale.”

The two sit in a comfortable silence, staring into each other’s eyes. “I love you.” Beca offers sleepily.

“I love you too.” Chloe replies, closing the gap between them and placing her lips on her girlfriend’s.

Chloe turns over so her back is facing Beca, taking her turn as the smaller spoon.

“Please don’t over think it Chlo.” Beca whispers softly into Chloe’s ear, leaning forward to give her a peck on the cheek as her arms snake around her waist. “We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.”

[wilderado25]

I’ve been thinking about writing some Pitch Perfect headcanons and one shots/drabbles! Does anyone have any requests?

I’ll write for most ships, including Bechloe, Junksen, Chaubrey, Chemily, Becemily/Bemily, Mitchsen, Triple Treble, Jessley, etc.

Won’t write for anything including Jesse, Theo, Chicago, etc!!

[becasbelt]

in regards to a bechloe mafia au that takes place after this drabble

[143bc]

February Drabble Challenge

eolhceB143

Chapter 3: Day 14 - Kisses

Summary:

Stacie and Beca are taking their girfriends, Aubrey and Chloe, out for Valentine's Day. Beca can't bring herself to stop kissing the redhead, even for a short time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37064791/chapters/92619325

[pinkpastels113]

Can u do another bechloe story pls wenz tysm🤎

bc i love yall and lowkey was stewing at work all day today and need to excise some of my pent up stress-

AND BC ANNA CAMP GOT A GF RAHHHH

from this ask meme

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss (didn't i do this already??)

also read on ao3

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"Babe," Beca says, voice muffled with the position of her mouth buried in the back of Chloe's neck.

Work was rough that day; the clients were picky, the bosses were particular, and Beca already had more close calls of mental breakdowns in a week than she would rather have in her lifetime.

She wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with her girlfriend and doze on her tummy, tough badass reputation be damned. (It's not like the Bellas are living with them anymore anyways.) But sadly, Beca had come home to no girlfriend jumping on her with open arms like usual, but instead to a delicious smelling kitchen and pop music floating from their shared speakers.

Beca'd followed the scent to find Chloe shimmying her hips to Ariana Grande, with a spatula mixing dark batter in a bright blue bowl. Her iconic yellow cup set meticulously to the side. After standing there silently for a couple of seconds, Beca had released a fond sigh and wrapped her arms on Chloe's waist, kissing her cheek in hello, laughing when Chloe jumped a foot in the air in surprise.

Now she's grumpy, because Chloe is taking forever. The brownies- which she is apparently making to destress from finals- are taking their sweet time glopping into the baking dish, their viscosity strong with how rich Chloe likes to make her recipe. Beca'd already pressed kisses to every inch of Chloe's neck and shoulders that she could reach, so her patience is wearing thin on not having Chloe's hands card through her hair.

"Hm?" Annoying. She knows what Beca wants.

"You done yet?"

Chloe giggles, scooting her butt backwards to carefully slide the pan into the oven. Beca follows, wrinkling her nose to the hot air blowing against her exposed arms. When it's secured, Chloe spins around, giving Beca a proper kiss since that morning.

Then another. And another until Beca's left breathless and her cheeks are (but she would deny it) unmistakably pink when Chloe pulls away.

Her hands card through Beca's hair. Slow, soft, gentle. There is this affectionate look in her sparkling eyes and Beca's own drop.

"Yes, baby. You ready to cuddle now?"

kofi link

[chloebeale]

honestly i couldn’t think of a caption, so there’s a little bechloe drabble under the cut instead. feel free to enjoy the gif set with or without!

(approx. 1k words)

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Sure, maybe the Bellas are three time collegiate a cappella champions with a surprising amount of glory and notoriety to their name—the a cappella world is...weirdly way more expansive than Beca would’ve ever imagined—and sure, maybe they have found themselves invited to entertain the troops during the USO tour alongside other (way more legit) groups (no, bands. Legit bands.), but even now, even after touching down in their first destination of Cádiz, Beca still...doesn’t really get the hype.

Performing with the Bellas is fun, they really are her family at this point, and Beca enjoys singing alongside each and every one of them, but she really doesn’t understand how this level of acknowledgment has happened—or why in the hell they have the a cappella world’s most annoying podcasters following them across a freaking ocean to keep up with their lives as if they are literal celebrities or something.

Still, over the years, as irritating as they may be, John and Gail have become something of a staple in the Bellas’ lives, two people Beca has kind of just given up on trying to avoid—after being followed to work every morning, it becomes difficult to really give a damn anymore, anyway. They are technically not harming anybody, so it is easier at this point to just do what they ask, which is how Beca now finds herself seated in front of their camera, brows lifting in response to the two excited faces beaming back at her from behind their equipment.

“So, Beca,” Gail begins enthusiastically, “What do you hope to gain from this tour?”

It is a simple question, in reality a pretty broad one, too, but Beca cannot help but find herself momentarily stumped for a response. Honestly, after spontaneously quitting her job and essentially finding herself kind of stuck, she really does not have any expectations. This tour had simply been a distraction for her, something for her to do so as not to find herself crawling back to the office and begging the BFD higher ups to take her back… She cannot very well say that, though. Can she?

Evidently noting a lack of input, Gail adds helpfully, “Any dreams? Fears?”

“Fears,” John echoes. “Of course you have fears, women are scared of everything.”

Although Beca only responds with a neatly arched brow, she notes the immediate look of disdain to pull itself across Gail’s features in response to her co-host. “Uh, I don’t know,” Beca says flatly, “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Really?” John questions curiously, mouth twisting into something of a knowing smirk as he exchanges a brief glance with the blonde seated beside him. Beca can see the same look drawing itself onto her face, too, and finds herself entirely confused. “Not even bear traps?”

The way Beca’s short, black polished nails clamp onto the arm of her seat is something she rectifies quickly, and silently prays has gone unnoticed by the two eager sets of eyes piercing into her from behind the camera. What do bear traps have to do with this, anyway? It is not like they are at Aubrey’s campsite from Hell anymore, after all.

“Bear traps?” Beca echoes with as much nonchalance to both her voice and expression as she can manage. She quickly clears her throat. “No, they’re whatever.”

In response, John and Gail only continue to watch her expectantly, and the amusement painting itself onto John’s weathered face tells her he knows something she doesn’t. Sure, these two show up everywhere, but Beca knows for a fact that they had not been at the retreat, and despite the fact that she’d never explicitly said so, she has always been under the assumption that there is a mutual agreement among the Bellas to never bring up that particular incident again—ever. To anyone.

Beca’s eyes narrow in on his expression, before adding in that same nonchalant tone, “I mean, I don’t, like, love them, but I’m not,” she air-quotes the next word, “scared of them.”

By now, Gail’s subtle smirk has settled into something of an almost sinisterly kind smile, though John looks just as outwardly smug as he had done before. “That’s not what a little red birdy told us,” he muses proudly, and Beca’s nostrils instantly proceed to flare.

A little birdy.

A little red birdy. Fucking Chloe.

“Chloe, yeah?” She says in a blank tone, lips pursing in defeated thought. She stares upward in a half eye roll, head shaking disapprovingly. “Dude, I swear, if she wasn’t my girlfriend…”

The good thing about a John and Gail interview is that the Bellas are under no actual obligation to see it through, so with a scoff and another more obvious roll of her eyes, Beca pushes herself up from the seat, deciding that their pointless interview is effectively over.

While Gail attempts to reel her back in, John says in an amused tone, “Watch where you’re going, little woman. You might run into a… Bear trap!”

The only reason Beca jumps in response is because of his increasing volume and emphasis, not because she cannot even hear the very term since the unfortunate incident at the retreat, duh. Without looking back to even glare in response to the loud, obnoxious laughter echoing from the hosts, Beca grumbles petulantly and tugs open the door, closing it loudly behind her.

“Hey!” Chloe’s voice is the next thing Beca hears, head lifting to take in the sight of those vibrant eyes shining excitedly. Beca only glares in response, though Chloe doesn’t seem to notice. She simply rocks on her heels, meeting Beca with natural Chloe Beale enthusiasm. “That was fast. Their questions are kind of weird, huh?”

Rather than respond to the question, Beca approaches her girlfriend with folded arms, the look of helplessness on her face entirely unintentional. “Dude, you told them about the retreat?” Chloe only stares at her curiously, so Beca adds in a lower tone, “You know… the bear trap thing.”

Chloe’s lips pull inward then, and Beca cannot tell whether she is trying to bite back a grin or if she looks kind of...embarrassed? She does note that no verbal response comes, though, and that serves as confirmation for Beca to release an annoyed groan, shoulders slumping defeatedly.

“I thought we were never bringing that up again?” she half-whines, hand rising to brush her fingers through her straightened hair. As it falls, her palm easily covers her eyes, and Beca releases a long sigh through her nostrils.

Familiar fingers wrap comfortingly around her wrist, and Beca’s lids flutter open to watch Chloe’s apologetic expression as she gently pulls her hand away from her face. She is kind of annoyed, obviously, but as her gaze meets that overwhelmingly calming blue, fingers parting to make room for Chloe’s to naturally slot between them, her own expression melts into something a little less angry, a little more calm.

“I’m sorry,” Chloe pouts, thumb brushing instinctively over the back of Beca’s knuckles. “It just slipped out.”

Despite the look of disdain Beca had been wearing only moments before, there is just something about that look on Chloe’s face, that adorable, apologetic wide-eyed stare that causes Beca to easily melt, for her shoulders to relax and her defenses to fall. Chloe has always had that kind of spell on her, truth be told.

It makes it hard to stay mad at her for long, no matter the circumstance.

She stares for only a moment longer, before easily relenting with a small puff of air through her nostrils. “Whatever.” She doesn’t even know why she does it, but Beca finds herself lifting their connected hands toward her mouth, lips brushing reassuringly over the back of Chloe’s fingers. “Just...don’t tell anybody else, yeah?”

The guilt written all over Chloe’s face begins to melt away at that, and is instead overtaken by a small, soothing smile. She uses the grip she has on Beca’s hand to easily tug her closer, and Beca does not resist as Chloe’s lips, familiar like home, push a delicate peck to her own. “Okay,” Chloe nods, gently nudging the tip of her nose to Beca’s. “Deal.”

[massivedrickhead]

Sleepy prompt #10 “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that.”

Another short and sweet one!

I think I'm on like a 14 day streak or something, I hope the quality isn't starting to dip 😬😂

10. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that.”

Prompt taken from here

Read on AO3

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“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that,” Chloe said, hitting stop on the credits of the movie that was playing on Beca’s laptop.

“I told you it was a bad idea,” Beca said, shutting the laptop and moving it off the bed. “You don’t like scary movies, I don’t know why you always insist on watching them.”

“I do like them!” Chloe insisted. 

“They terrify you,” Beca replied.

“Which is what they’re meant to do,” Chloe countered. 

“You can never sleep after them, which means I never get to sleep after them,” Beca said.

“I’m not stopping you from sleeping,” Chloe said. Beca raised her eyebrows at her. “I’m not. You are free to go sleep in your own bed if I’m going to keep you up.”

“That wasn’t what I was saying,” Beca said. “I just don’t know why you need to watch them at night when you know how freaked out you get.”

Chloe shrugged. “It’s all part of the fun.”

“Fun?”

“If you’re the one that’s too scared to watch them, then you just need to say so and we’ll watch other stuff,” Chloe said.

“They don’t bother me, I’d sleep like a baby tonight if I could,” Beca said. 

“Well, then go ahead,” Chloe replied, gesturing up to Beca’s bedroom. “I won’t have anyone saying that I robbed Beca Mitchell of her beauty sleep.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Chloe said. 

Beca could tell that Chloe wasn’t going to let this go, so with a huff and a roll of her eyes, Beca grabbed her laptop, gave Chloe a quick kiss on the cheek, and then climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

“Trouble in paradise?” Amy asked when Beca walked in. 

“I think this might be the equivalent of me being sent to sleep on the couch,” Beca said. “All because I suggested that she shouldn’t watch scary movies before bed.”

“Sucks to be you, shortstack,” Amy said.

Beca noticed she was pulling on her shoes. “Going somewhere?”

“Gotta go see a man about a horse,” she replied. 

“Is that code for ‘booty call at Bumper’s place’?”

“Got it in one,” Amy said. “Don’t wait up.”

When Amy left Beca got settled in bed, put on one of the playlists she used to help her fall asleep, and switched out the light.

For the most part, Beca had never been the type of person who struggled to fall asleep, but that night it just wouldn’t happen.

She tossed and turned, and flipped her pillow over to the ‘cool side’ about a hundred times. 

She just couldn’t switch off.

She couldn’t get the image of Chloe, alone in her room and potentially freaked out, out of her head.

Plus, she really wasn’t used to sleeping alone anymore now that she and Chloe had started dating.

She sat up with a huff and realised it was no good.

For Chloe’s part, she was doing okay.

She knew she wasn’t likely to get much sleep, but she wasn’t really bothered. She didn’t have any classes the next day, so she knew she could sleep in or grab a nap if needed.

The string of fairy lights around her bed was switched on, and she was happily scrolling through TikTok with a mug of hot chocolate. 

The occasional creak of the house still made her jump, and if she thought too long about the movie, she felt the fear begin to creep up her back again, but other than that she was coping pretty well.

Then she heard a soft knock at her door.

“Chloe?” 

“Uh-uh?” Chloe said, her mouth twitching into a smile as she recognised the voice.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Beca pushed Chloe’s door open and closed it behind her.

“I’m sorry,” Beca said. “I shouldn’t have said that you keep me up. You don’t. I… I’m sorry.”

Chloe’s smile grew, and she moved over in bed and patted the space beside her. 

Beca’s shoulders dropped as the tension left her body, and she joined Chloe in bed. Her head came to rest on Chloe’s shoulder, and Chloe kissed her head.

“So, can’t sleep without me, huh?”

“Something like that,” Beca said. “Don’t tell the others how mushy you’ve made me.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Chloe replied. 

Beca smiled and stifled a yawn. “Are you still freaked out by the movie?”

“A little,” Chloe said. “But you don’t need to stay up.”

“No, no,” Beca said, rubbing at her eyes. “I can stay up.”

“Beca,” Chloe laughed. “It’s okay, you can go to sleep.

“We can watch another movie,” Beca said, grabbing her phone and opening up Netflix. “A happy one.”

She handed it to Chloe to pick, and Chloe picked the first dumb romantic comedy she saw. The case on Beca’s phone also doubled as a stand, so she put the on her nightstand, and they changed their positions so Beca became the little spoon and they could both see the screen.

“Should have brought my laptop down,” Beca mumbled. 

“As if you’re not going to be asleep in thirty seconds anyway,” Chloe said, kissing the back of Beca’s head. “Thank you,” she added. “This… this really helps.”

“Like I said,” Beca said, closing her eyes as the movie started, “you made me mushy.”

[bechloeweek2025]

These will be the uploading dates and prompts that go with each date.

July 24th - Drunken Dare

July 25th - "You're up early"

July 26th - Reality TV

July 27th - Enemies/rivals to lovers

July 28th - Bosses daughter

July 29th - Royalty / Knight AU

July 30th - "I'm worried about you"

You can upload one shots, drabbles, chapters of previous or new work, art, or songs that you think fit the prompt. As long as the piece is centered around Bechloe and follows the prompt of the day.

You don't need to do something for every day, or even upload anything if you just want to see other peoples work. But if you do upload something or reblog, make sure to tag it as 'bechloe week 2024', that way others can find your work.

With that being said, have fun!!

[mcrololo]

Can you do some spin the wheel pp things and create a fic based on the results?

Gonna be real, I'm swimming in wips and ideas enough already, but the wheel gave me tatoo artist x flower shop AU yesterday and I couldn't shake that, so have a little drabble:

Beca didn’t even need to turn and face the entrance when the bell chimed and an even cheerier voice carried over it. She also didn’t bother to bite away her growing smile when she did turn around to find baby blues trained on her.

“What brings you here today?”

Chloe grinned. She gestured a bare arm, decorated with different petals in a variety of colored ink, further into the shop. “I’d like a bouquet. What else?”

“Ha-ha.” Beca smirked. “Wanna pick them out yourself?”

She rounded the counter and Chloe slipped closer, finger tracing Beca’s shoulder. “Got any pink lotuses?”

[bobby-lynnes-bra]

Chloe likes to make sure Beca is home safe after ending a gig on her world tour that she can’t attend.  As much as she tries to go to all of them, adult responsibilities always seem to get in the way.  Beca has told her that she doesn’t have to work anymore, she can provide enough for both of them, but Chloe loves her job too much.  Being a vet isn’t about the money (though she does like contributing and buying Beca gifts from her own money), it’s also a purpose for her.  She loves the good and the bad days, the happy endings (not so much the sad ones) and the new beginnings.  

Whenever Chloe can’t attend a gig for whatever reason (usually it’s in another country and she can’t take time off) - they phone each other before each performance Beca does.  If it runs late, Beca is supposed to text Chloe a photo of herself back in the hotel to show that she’s back safe instead of calling just in case she’s asleep.  Whenever Beca fails to do this it’s usually because she falls face first straight onto the hotel bed and passes out from exhaustion.  Chloe knows nothing will happen to Beca, but she can’t help but worry anyway.