#pitchmas 2021

[beca-mitchell]

MERRY PITCHMAS @wonder-never-wander!! 

I hope you enjoy this short and sweet little fic I based entirely on a TikTok i saw once. it was super fun to write and i hope you enjoy! Thanks to @merry-pitchmas for the great organization once more. 

if i got you here with me then let it snow (we got nowhere to go) (1/1)

Summary: Amy gets a hold of Beca’s phone just in time for the holiday season. Better than any mistletoe.

Ship: Beca/Chloe

Word Count: 3.3k

Preview:

Beca is so bad at checking her phone. Her notifications are a mess at any given time and she barely remembers her social media logins, much to the displeasure of her social media manager. 

Plus, she’s staying with Amy of all people in New York for a few months while she works on her new album. It just made more sense to stay in Amy’s giant penthouse instead of a hotel at the time of making arrangements. Now, going into her third week of living with Amy, she’s not so sure her plan was a good plan. 

There is also another reason she’s bad at checking her phone—right now, at least.

“Amy, have you seen my phone?” she yells, standing in the middle of Amy’s living room. It’s the most central point of the penthouse and she’s wary of wandering into one of Amy’s two bedrooms just in case she catches an eyeful of something she does not want to see (she’s still scarred from the multiple men she had seen in Amy’s room her first week of staying with her friend). 

“Yeah, it’s in the bathroom!” 

“Why is it in the bathroom?” Beca yells back, stomping towards the closest bathroom. “Which one?”

“I was listening to your playlist!”

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[massivedrickhead]

have yourself a merry little christmas (1/1)

Words: 2979

Summary: Merry Pitchmas!

It’s my first year taking part in the Merry Pitchmas gift exchange, and this year I was secret Santa to @godzillachloe!

I hope you enjoy, and Happy Holidays! 💖

Notes: Thank you to @beca-mitchell for looking over this for me 💜

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Chloe sank a little further into the tub, smiling as the hot water rose above her shoulders and lapped against the bottom of her ears.

She could hear the delighted squealing of her two girls downstairs, and she knew they’d be running laps around Beca.

She felt a tightness in her chest that she was missing out on this precious Christmas Eve excitement, but the thought of cutting her bath short seemed impossible.

She needed this.

She slid a little further into the water and it rose up to cover her ears. The noises coming from downstairs became muffled and distant.

It had been a busy week at the veterinary surgery - too many dogs that had gotten into their owner’s Christmas chocolate supply - and she’d had to beg and swap shifts to be allowed Christmas Day off.

So she hadn’t really been feeling the Christmas spirit and she knew that Beca, who had been home with the girls all week, could tell.

Getting home after another gruelling 10 hour shift, all Chloe wanted to do was sink into a bath and then spend the remainder of Christmas Eve with her family.

“Mama’s home!” Six-year-old Alice squealed as soon as Chloe had made it through the door.

Beca rounded the corner after her, one-and-a-half-year-old Olivia sitting on her hip, and a Santa hat on her head.

Chloe wished she could take a picture of this moment and show it to the Beca she met over ten years ago.

“Mama,” Olivia said, wriggling in Beca’s arms, her own chubby arms outstretched towards Chloe.

“Charming,” Beca said, smiling as she allowed Chloe to scoop the baby into her own arms. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Chloe said, a tired smile on her own face as she pressed a kiss to Olivia’s cheek. Her free hand ruffled Alice’s hair.

“Mama, we’re getting pizza for dinner but it’s a surprise so don’t tell anyone!” Alice said, practically vibrating from the excitement of Christmas. She and Olivia were already dressed in their matching Christmas Eve pyjamas, and Chloe felt a pang knowing she’d missed yet another bath time this week.

“I’ll be sure to keep it a secret,” Chloe said. “Are we going to stand in the hallway all night?”

Alice giggled and ran off towards the living room.

“I ran you a bath,” Beca said, taking Olivia back out of Chloe’s arms and setting her down on her unsteady feet. She hesitated for a moment before toddling off after Alice. Beca straightened up and pressed a kiss to Chloe’s cheek and another on the corner of her mouth. “I left room so you can top it up, I know you like it hotter than the sun.”

“Thank you,” Chloe said, grinning as she stole a final kiss from Beca. They spent a calm moment together, quietly kissing in the entryway of their home, before Chloe spoke up again. “The kids are too quiet.”

“I’m on it,” Beca said. “Go relax, I’ll let you know when the pizza’s here.”

“You’re the best.”

Chloe climbed the stairs up to their bathroom, and couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

There was a half-full bath, a bunch of unlit candles with a lighter set out of reach of the kids, a glass of wine, and new Lush bath bomb which was sitting on a note.

Chloe would recognise Beca’s untidy handwriting anywhere.

‘A Christmas Eve treat for the best wife in the world.

B x’

Chloe topped up the bathtub with more hot water, and took a drink of her wine before she pulled off her clothes.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been soaking for, but she knew she’d probably stay there all night if she didn’t move soon.

Her wine was long gone, the temperature of the water was starting to dip again, so she reluctantly climbed out of the tub.

Beca had left their fluffiest towel warming on the radiator, and Chloe quickly wrapped it around her as the cold air in the room bit at her skin.

She made quick work of blowing out the candles before doing a half-naked dash from the bathroom to her’s and Beca’s bedroom.

On the bed was another little gift from Beca, with another handwritten note.

‘Yes, I got us matching Christmas pyjamas. Don’t make a big deal out of it.

B x’

Chloe almost squealed as she pulled on her new pyjamas - red with white snowflakes - and a fresh pair of fluffy socks.

Christmas really was her favourite holiday, and the fact that she hadn’t been feeling excited about it was getting her down.

Seeing all these little things that Beca was doing to raise her spirits was just another thing that helped her realise how lucky she was to have her as a wife.

“Chlo’! Pizza’s here!” Beca called, as the noise from downstairs picked up.

“Nice hat,” she heard the pizza guy say to Beca as she handed over some cash.

“Thanks,” Beca replied. “Happy Holidays!”

“You too!”

“Can we watch a movie with our pizza, Mommy?” Alice asked, following Beca into the kitchen.

“Hmm, I dunno,” Beca said. “We’ll have to see what Mama says.”

“I think Mama’s okay with it,” Chloe said, entering the kitchen behind her wife and daughters, scooping up Olivia as she walked. “But just this once.”

“Someone looks very cute and festive,” Beca said, grinning at her in her own set of matching pyjamas.

“I could say the same about you,” Chloe said. Beca put a few slices of pizza onto a plate and then handed it to Chloe. Olivia reached out to grab them. “Not yet, baby,” Chloe said. “Too hot.”

“Alice, can you carry your plate?” Beca asked, handing her other daughter another plate with pizza on it.

“Uh huh,” Alice said, taking it and carrying it into the living room.

Beca balanced hers and Chloe’s pizza box on Olivia’s highchair before carrying both into the living room.

Chloe followed, still trying to keep the plate of hot pizza out of Olivia’s reach.

“What are we watching Ally?” Beca asked once Olivia was settled in her highchair.

“Uhhh Elf!”

“Elf again, huh?” Beca asked, picking up the remote and switching on Netflix. “Haven’t we watched that one like three times this month?”

“But it’s my favourite,” Alice said, turning to give her mom her best Chloe-Beale-eyes.

“Fine,” Beca said, smiling and rolling her eyes.

“Mama,” Olivia said, wriggling in her chair, trying to get to her still too-hot pizza.

“Still too hot,” Chloe said. Olivia puffed up her cheeks and blew out. Chloe laughed. “Clever girl,” she said, gently blowing on the pizza in her hand. “Here you go.”

Chloe set a slice of pizza on the highchair in front of her, and Olivia let out a squeal of delight.

“If only you were this enthusiastic when I made your lunch,” Beca said, laughing as Olivia grabbed a fistful of toppings and cheese and put them in her mouth, smearing tomato sauce over her face in the process. “Good. I’m glad I decided to bath you before dinner.”

Once Olivia was finished, Beca got up and cleaned off her hands and face, grabbed her a sippy-cup filled with water, and sat her on the sofa between her and Chloe.

Alice, who had been sitting on the floor with her pizza, scooted back so her back was resting against the sofa.

It didn’t take long before Olivia’s eyes were starting to droop. She was curled up on Chloe’s lap, her thumb in her mouth with her other hand playing with her hair.

“Okay, I think it’s bedtime for this little one,” Chloe said.

“Do you want me to-”

“No, I got it,” Chloe said, smiling.

“We’ll pause it,” Alice said, “so you don’t miss any.”

Chloe laughed because they’d all seen Elf a thousand times by now. “Thank you,” she said.

While Chloe took Olivia to bed, Beca and Alice tidied up the living room.

“Do you think Mama is feeling better?” Alice asked as she watched Beca wipe down the highchair.

“I dunno, I think so. What do you think?” Beca asked.

Alice thought for a moment before she nodded. “I think so too. She smiled with her whole face, not just her mouth.”

Beca washed and dried her hands before she ruffled them through Alice’s long brown hair.

“You’re pretty observant, aren’t you?”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you pay attention. You notice all the little details that other people might miss,” Beca said. She sat on one of the chairs by the kitchen table, and lifted Alice up onto her lap.

Beca had been able to see the change in Chloe over the past few weeks. The way it was getting harder for her to get out of bed in the morning. The way she’d stopped singing in the shower. The way she was feeling less and less enthusiastic about, well, everything.

She’d known Chloe since college, so she knew what was going on.

But she hadn’t expected Alice to pick up on it too.

“Is it a bad thing being obser… observant?” Alice asked. Beca pressed a kiss to her daughter's head.

“No baby girl,” Beca murmured. “It’s a really good thing.”

Alice had noticed when the sparkle started slipping from Chloe’s eyes, and she’d asked Beca about it earlier in the week.

“I think Mama’s sad about something.”

How do you explain depression to a six-year-old?

Beca just told her that sometimes her Mom got sad but it wasn’t any one’s fault. Like how Alice sometimes got sick with a stomach ache or cold, this worked the same way.

“Can we make her better? Like with medicine?”

“Yeah,” Beca had said. “She has medicine she can take sometimes. But we can help in other ways too.”

“Like how?”

“Like by showing her how much we love her.”

“So she’s better now?” Alice asked, leaning back to rest her head against Beca’s chest. “She won’t be sad anymore?”

Beca sighed and tucked a strand of Alice’s hair behind her ear. “It’s not that simple. Just because she’s feeling better today, doesn’t mean she’ll be better tomorrow. But just because she was sad yesterday, doesn’t mean she’ll be sad forever.” Beca placed another kiss on her head. “But it isn’t your job to worry about that, okay?”

Chloe, who had been hovering by the door for the last couple of minutes, made her way into the kitchen.

“I hope I’m not missing out on a hug?”

Alice giggled and scooted off Beca’s knee and wrapped her arms around Chloe’s legs.

Chloe picked her up and sat her on her hip, squeezing her tight.

Her eyes met Beca’s, and the brunette knew she must have heard everything.

“Come on, let's finish watching Elf. It’s almost bedtime,” Chloe said, carrying Alice through to the living room.

They watched the remainder of the movie with Alice cuddled into Chloe’s side and Chloe’s head on Beca’s shoulder.

“What did you guys get up to today?” Chloe asked.

“Got all the vegetables and potatoes prepped for tomorrow,” Beca said. “And Alice and I made some cookies for Santa, while Olivia kept trying to eat them.”

Alice giggled softly. “Don’t forget we need to put them out.”

“We won’t forget,” Chloe said.

“How was work?” Beca asked.

“Yeah, fine,” Chloe said. She always tried to avoid talking about the details of her job around Alice in case it upset her. “Busy.”

The end credits started rolling, and Beca hit stop and turned off the TV.

“Bedtime,” Beca said. She stood up and held out her hands so she could pull Alice up off the sofa.

“I’m not tired,” Alice said, pouting.

“Well I am,” Beca said. “And so is Mama. And if we stay up much later, we’ll fall asleep on the sofa and then who’s gonna put out the cookies and tuck you in?”

“Okay,” Alice said with a sigh, finally allowing her Mom to pull her up.

They went into the kitchen together and loaded up a plate with some cookies.

“Do you think Santa wants milk or does he maybe want some brandy? Or a wine?” Beca asked.

“Mommy, he can’t drink, he has to drive the sleigh!” Alice said, sounding shocked.

Chloe had to stifle a laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Beca said, pouring a glass of milk and setting it beside the cookies. “How’d you get so smart?”

Chloe and Beca took her up to bed, tucked her in, and each kissed her on the head.

“What time can I get up tomorrow?” Alice asked.

Chloe and Beca looked at each other.

“Six,” Chloe said.

“Seven,” Beca said at the same time.

Alice giggled.

“Six thirty,” Chloe said. “Now go to sleep.”

Beca and Chloe returned to the kitchen and Chloe poured them each a glass of wine.

“Can you drink that?” Beca asked, nodding towards the milk as she picked up a cookie and wrinkled her nose.

“Uh huh,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes fondly. “I don’t know why you poured such a big glass.”

“Santa gets thirsty,” Beca said with a shrug, her mouth full of cookie.

“Dork,” Chloe said, laughing as she finished off the milk and ate the other cookie. “I’m so tired.”

“I have some bad news,” Beca said. “I didn’t get any wrapping done this week. We need to wrap the girls’ stuff.”

Chloe groaned. “I suppose I can’t be too mad about that.”

Chloe retrieved the wrapping paper while Beca grabbed the gifts they’d gotten for the girls.

“What time are your parents getting here tomorrow?”

“Like, 1 pm I think,” Chloe said as they sat on the floor, piles of gifts beside them ready to be wrapped. ”My Mom wanted to come help out in the kitchen, but I persuaded her not to.”

Beca raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her wine. “Don’t want a repeat of thanksgiving?”

“You mean the time my wife and Mom argued for twenty minutes about the right way to make gravy?” Chloe said, smirking.

“No I meant the time your Mom was wrong for twenty minutes about the right way to make gravy.”

Chloe laughed and took another drink before lining up some paper on a gift. “Hold this.”

Beca held the edges of the gift wrap together so Chloe could tape them.

“Oh, did your Mom get back to you about coming?” Chloe asked, folding up the edges and taping them down.

“Uh, yeah, she text me this morning. She isn’t going to make it.”

“I’m sorry Bec,” Chloe said, looking up from the gift she was wrapping.

Beca shrugged. “It’s fine. I didn’t think she’d come.”

Chloe wrapped an arm around Beca’s shoulder and squeezed.

“You’re allowed to be upset about it,” Chloe said. “I know you miss her.”

“It’s fine,” Beca said, clearing her throat. “I have the girls. I have you. I have everyone I need.”

“I love you,” Chloe said. “But I really wish you hadn’t waited until Christmas Eve to wrap these.”

Beca laughed, and shoved Chloe away from her.

“Listen, it’s hard enough getting them both dressed and fed, I don’t know when I was meant to find time to wrap presents,” Beca said.

“It’s good to know you still need me,” Chloe said.

It sounded like a throw-away comment, but Beca knew better.

“You’re damn right I still need you,” Beca said. “I managed to keep our kids alive for a week, but if I knew I had to do it everyday without you? I don’t think I’d be able to get out of bed.”

“Bec,” Chloe said, softly.

“You’re the beating heart of this family, Chloe. You’re… you’re like the safe-zone in a game of tag.”

Chloe let out a laugh and wiped away her tears. She took Beca’s hands and pulled her closer.

“We need you. We love you,” Beca said.

“I know,” Chloe said, sniffing. “I love you too.”

“No matter what your head’s telling you, this family doesn’t work without you,” Beca said, pressing her lips to Chloe’s forehead.

Chloe nodded and wiped her eyes.

“Now we have to finish wrapping these before Santa comes.”

It was close to midnight when the presents were finally wrapped and placed beneath the tree, and Chloe let Beca take her hand and tug her up the stairs to bed.

“Next year maybe Santa should get them gift cards or something,” Beca said. “Much easier to wrap.”

“Or maybe next year we finish our wrapping earlier.”

“Yeah, that could work too,” Beca said.

They crawled into bed and Chloe snuggled up to her wife immediately, smiling when she felt Beca’s hands begin trailing through her hair.

“Bec, I wanted to ask you something,” Chloe said.

“Sure, I’ll marry you,” Beca mumbled back, causing a tired laugh from Chloe.

“Shut up, I’m being serious.”

“Sorry,” Beca said, stifling a yawn and rubbing her eyes. “I’m listening.”

“How would you feel if I quit my job? Became a stay-at-home Mom? At least until Olivia’s a little older.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “I’ve looked at our finances, and we actually wouldn’t be losing out on that much money, since we wouldn’t have to pay for childcare anymore. And it would mean I’d get to spend more time with the girls, and I wouldn’t be getting home late and missing out on bath time and stuff.”

“Chlo’ if that’s what you want to do, then you can 100% do that. I want you to be happy, and if this will help then I’m completely on board. I know work’s been hard for you lately.”

“Yeah, it has been. Thank you, Bec. Thank you for being so understanding,” Chloe said, snuggling in closer, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her chest.

They heard the neighbourhood church bell begin to softly ring.

“Hey, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Beca.”

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

ALL I WANT IS ONE THING

Rating: T

Oneshot

Pairings: Bechloe

Summary: After Chloe goes home to Boston for Christmas, Beca is faced with a choice; take a risk and tell Chloe how she feels or let her go for good. If only Beca had an overly invested group of friends to help her...

For @not-so-average-fangirl from your @merry-pitchmas Secret Santa!!!

Merry Christmas to you lovely, some very soft and cheesy festive bechloe for you to celebrate the holidays with, I really hope you enjoy it!!!

There’s one more fic I have left as a guaranteed publish this year and then I have uni things and a project for my own stuff to do so it’ll probs be the new year before I get anything else out, but more on that later!! Have an amazing holiday my lovely nerds however you’re spending it, I will be getting steaming drunk for the next three days sjkdfjgfsdg 🤣💖

[brittany-snow]

Merry Pitchmas @samdifference! From your secret santa

[gaytrashgoblin]

Don We Now Our Gay Apparel

Happy holidays and merry pitchmas! This year I’m gifting to @beyond-bechloe​, so here ya are, pls enjoy!

Beca let out a tired groan when her phone lit up her otherwise dark dorm room. Dreading who the message could be from, she chose to ignore it for now, deciding instead to continue letting her emotions go through the music blaring from her headphones. When it went off for the second time almost immediately after, she reconsidered, knowing there was only one person who would double text her. 

Flight got cancelled, so I’m here for xmas. If you need to escape your dad’s you know where to find me! 

Or if you just want to spend some time with your girlfriend without an excuse, you know I’d love that too <3 

That was all the motivation Beca needed to drag herself up and out of her cold, dark dorm room. She trudged through the snow across campus and managed to get an Uber to the off campus apartment Chloe shared with Aubrey. She didn’t bother fixing her appearance, knowing that Aubrey had already left for her own Christmas plans the day before, and that Chloe would pick up on her sour mood whether or not she tried to cover up her irritated eyes. 

“Chlo? I’m here,” she called while entering the apartment with a knock. Hearing her answer, Beca made her way into the living area where her girlfriend was curled up on the couch in a mountain of blankets with an adorable beanie on top of her head that made it look like she had cat ears. 

“Bec! I knew you’d- woah, what happened?” she asked, climbing out of her blanket mound to comfort Beca, having noticed her red eyes mid sentence. Beca huffed, moving the both of them back to the couch and getting comfortable with Chloe’s arms wrapped securely around her. 

“I was with my dad yesterday,” she starts with a light sniffle, “and I guess it never came up before, I don’t know… but Sheila asked if I ‘had anyone special,’ or whatever, and I was like yeah.” She paused, taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly. “And, well, I told them it was you and then he just, like, exploded. Talking about how its an abomination and I’m gonna burn in hell for eternity.” 

“Oh, sweetie, I’m-”

“It fucking pissed me off! Like, where does he get off? I get that religion became super important to him when he got sober, like with the twelve steps and whatever, but you can cheat on your wife and abandon your kid and that’s all fine but I love a girl and suddenly I’m the problem?! Like what the fuck is that?!” Beca ranted, letting her anger at the situation out. “He’s a total hypocrite and it just made me so mad! Like what fucking year is it, dude, grow up. Ugh!” She yelled, pacing in front of the couch, having stood up halfway through. 

“You know what? Screw him. My mom was super excited when I told her I was seeing someone, and she wants to meet you and everything. I knew I shouldn’t have even bothered trying with him, I don’t need him. I have my mom, and you, and the girls, and that’s all I need.” She said with finality, letting herself fall back onto the couch with a huff. 

“Feel better?” Chloe asked after a moment, brushing some of the hair out of Beca’s face. 

“Yeah. Thanks.” 

“You’re welcome,” she said with a grin. “So, what’s this about your mom wanting to meet me?” Beca’s face went red, ducking her head a little. 

“Well, I mean, that’s what she said. You totally don’t have to if you don’t want to, and not like soon or anything but-”

“Beca, I would love to meet your mom. Whenever the opportunity arises, okay?” 

“Really?” 

“Yes, really! Now, I don’t know about you, but I think this Christmas is gonna just be the two of us and the mountain of blankets watching as many movies as you can tolerate.” 

“Only if it’s Jim Carrey’s the Grinch; that movie is gold and you can’t deny it” Beca said with a grin, opening her arms for her girlfriend to settle into. Chloe happily snuggled into her side, handing her the remote to pick the film. Looking down at Chloe once more, Beca nodded to herself. Yeah, this was all she needed.

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“Babe, you look fine, I promise, just sit down,” Beca said for what she swears is the tenth time. 

“I just want to make a good impression, Bec, it’s your mom,” Chloe fretted over her hair and outfit, yet again, before finally sitting down next to Beca on the couch. It was Christmas day, and Beca and her mom had already had plans to video call on the day to catch up, so Beca decided now was as good a time as any to introduce the two of them. Before Chloe has a chance to second guess herself again, Beca hits the call button and the ringing sound makes Chloe sit up ramrod straight. It takes a few moments before Beca’s mom, Jen, pops up on screen, a wide smile on her face. 

“Beca! My baby, Merry Christmas! And you must be Chloe, Beca’s told me so much about you, it’s nice to put a face to the name. ” 

“Merry Christmas, mom. Chlo, this is my mom, Jen; ma, this is Chloe, my girlfriend,” Beca says, giving her a soft smile and taking one of Chloe’s hands in hers. 

“Hi, Merry Christmas! It’s wonderful to meet you too,” she says, giving her brightest smile. They talk for some time, catching up on each others’ goings on, Beca’s mom getting to know Chloe and whatnot. When Beca gets up to use the restroom, her mother waits a moment before speaking softly.

“I want to thank you.”

“For what?” 

“When Beca’s father insisted she go to college, I wasn’t really on board with the idea as much as I had led Bec to believe. I know she had a real rough go of things at the start, then when she told me about what her asshole of a father did I wasn’t surprised, but I was so worried. Worried that she’d be alone or let it get to her, but I can see now that she’s not alone. She made some real friends, from what I know, and found an amazing partner to boot, and it’s thanks to you making her join your club.” 

“I… well I wouldn’t say-”

“It’s because of you. So thank you, for taking care of my girl and making her happy,” her mother finishes with a smile. Chloe returns it, blushing profusely, her smile growing just that much when she spots Beca making her way back to the living room.

“Believe me, if anyone here got lucky, it was me.” 

[kendrickslmanburg]

Since it's the 24th here in my country, here's my pitchmas gift to @pleaseactsurprisedxx ! Merry Pitchmas ❤️❤️❤️ hope you like it! (ps: the faceclaim for Aubrey's neice aka Peyton is Renee Rapp)

[snowflake19-things]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell, Chloe Beale & Beca Mitchell Characters: Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell Additional Tags: Fluff, Merry Pitchmas Gift Exchange 2021 Summary:

This is my Pitchmas 2021 entry! @kdawgsuperfan, I hope it is to your liking, for I was your Secret Santa this year! :)

Hope you all have the most wonderful of holidays, or just wonderful days in general if you don't celebrate!

[pindaleng]

Merry Pitchmas @becasbelt​ !!

The fluffiest fluff to ever fluff, hope you like it!

Title: Can I go where you go?

Pairing: Bechloe

Chapters: 1/1

Wordcount: 3579

Summary: Beca has Chloe over for dinner with the parents, but doesn’t tell Chloe one crucial detail: that she’s coming over as Beca’s girlfriend.

Read on AO3 or below.

Beca hears the door open approximately half a second after the doorbell rings.

Fuck.

She taps her phone screen, waking it up to check the time. She internally groans. Of course Chloe arrived early. She should come to expect it now. Fashionably late to parties, but early for important events. She’s always been proud of having her priorities in order. Perhaps she should feel flattered dinner at the Mitchell’s is considered an “important event”.

It’s her fault really, for losing track of time trying to make her room presentable for Chloe’s first time in her house. Stuffed animals were shoved into the closet, embarrassing pictures were hidden in drawers, counters were dusted and organized. She could barely recognize it after. Good.

The beginnings of a conversation drift up towards her as she sprints to leave her bedroom and rush down the stairs. Why does everything now feel five times the usual distance? Normally this interaction happening would be fine, but there’s something she hadn’t told Chloe yet about the visit.

“…nice it is to finally meet Beca’s girlfriend!” She’s close enough now to hear the words, and of course her step mother was first at the door. Leave it to her to be eager to make a first impression, not even letting Beca introduce her guest first. She cringes at the use of one particular word.

“Nice to meet you too! Excited to be here.” If Chloe was thrown off by what Sheila said, her voice doesn’t give it away.

“Chloe!” She’s out of breath when she finally reaches the front door.

“Beca!” Chloe says excitedly. Beca makes eye contact, and suddenly, the panic disappears, and the tension in her body floods out. It leaves a sense of comfort, like they’re the only two in the room. Like Sheila isn’t standing right between them, a solid one foot away.

She never realized she would miss college so much, until the best part of college gracefully invaded her home life.

Chloe moves to hug her, and Beca easily sinks into it. Her step mom’s face shifts into one of surprise, but it disappears so quick that Beca’s sure she imagined it. It must be a sight, Beca not only accepting a hug, but readily returning it. If it were three years ago, she would have undoubtedly been a stiff board with her hands by her sides.

How times have changed.

They step away from each other and Beca moves onto introductions. “Yeah so, Chloe, this is Sheila, and Sheila, this is Chloe.” She makes loose gestures between the two with her hands. “Though it seems you’ve already met.”

“Well, someone was a mile away.” Chloe notes, a quirk on her lips. “Is there a place I can put my stuff?”

“Yep, you can put it in my room. I’ll show you.” She replies quickly. Chloe’s tone was light, but Beca can tell she’s dying to ask something. And Beca can’t blame her.

“Okay. Well your dad’s just putting the finishing touches on dinner, so don’t take too long!” Sheila calls after them as they go up the stairs.

Beca closes the bedroom door behind them.

“So…” Chloe looks at her with a raised eyebrow. Beca cringes. “‘Girlfriend’?”

“I can explain.”

“I sure hope so.”

“Ok, don’t be mad, but I kind of told them I was…seeing someone.”

In one of the family dinners forced upon by her dad, Sheila and her dad kept heckling her about her love life. And by that, she means Sheila kept offering to set her up with some of her book club members’ kids. At last, Beca, unable to take it anymore, blurted out that she had a girlfriend. The room went silent for a good second, and she hoped that would be the end of the conversation. Maybe it would be silent for the rest of the evening and she could be back on campus and ignore the whole thing happened.

Unfortunately, she was not that lucky.

Oh, how exciting! Does she go to Barden? What’s her name? When can we meet her?

The questions were relentless.

“We would love to meet her, Beca.” Her dad added at the end of the interrogation. He sounded so genuinely sincere that she began to feel bad about lying. It’s one thing being dishonest to Sheila at any time or to lie to her dad when he’s being annoying. It’s another thing to lie while she can tell he’s really trying. “Maybe she can come around for winter break?”

She mumbled something like “maybe I’ll see if she’s free” to hopefully finally end the conversation.

Her dad seemed satisfied by the answer.

She hoped they’d forgotten about it when they hadn’t mentioned it in a month, but then she got a text from her dad asking if she’d be bringing around her girlfriend for Christmas.

She had successfully sequestered her friends away from her family for the past three years, but of course she was her own downfall in ruining that streak.

Chloe had finals later than Beca and thus had to spend a couple days extra on campus. They worked out that she’d come to Beca’s house the evening after she finished her last exam, stay a couple days, then catch a flight back home. Beca was hoping she’d be the first to greet her at the door so she’d be able to whisk Chloe away for an explanation before meeting anyone else, but that obviously didn’t work out.

She tried telling Chloe beforehand, but couldn’t figure out how to bring it up, and kept putting it off until it was too late.

She finishes her rambling explanation and anxiously awaits Chloe’s verdict. The other girl has been circling around the room, examining everything. It doesn’t help her nerves.

“Wish you told me earlier Bec.” She was expecting that response. “I could have done my entrance so much more convincingly.”

Okay she wasn’t expecting that.

Chloe actually looks…excited?

“Oh, this is cute!”

Even after quadruple checking the contents of her room, Beca managed to miss something. She snatches the picture frame out of Chloe’s grasp.

“Can you focus?” She hisses. “We need to discuss our stories so they’re consistent.”

She’s frantically trying to cover all her bases with possible questions that might be asked and topics that might be brought up, all while Chloe is still roaming. Beca’s not sure Chloe is even listening.

“Relax Becs, I’m great with parents.” Chloe doesn’t look worried at all. Which of course, makes Beca more worried.

“So, are we done here?” Chloe’s hand is already twisting the door handle open. Beca grumbles, which Chloe takes to be invitation to leave the conversation and the room.

Chloe was right about being great with parents. Beca can tell that both her dad and Sheila love her.

Conversation is going smoothly. It helps that most of the things they’re saying aren’t lies at all. They did meet at the activities fair, Chloe did prank Beca with a fake cockroach, and Beca did accidentally hit Chloe in the face with a basketball during team bonding.

It’s the middle of dinner, Chloe’s explaining something, talking about the Bellas maybe, but Beca’s too focused on the act of paying attention that she’s really not absorbing anything. Like she’s just an outsider to this conversation.

She feels a gentle hand on her knee, stopping the bouncing leg that she didn’t even notice. It’s a reminder to just breathe. She glances over, but Chloe hasn’t broken her vocal stride. Beca places her own hand over Chloe’s, and she sees a subtle brightening in the other girl’s face.

“You’re staying here through Monday, right?” Her dad asks.

“Yep! Then I’l be out of your hair.”

“Oh please, I told Beca here that you could stay as long as you’d like.”

That wasn’t a lie. They were pretty disappointed when Beca told them that Chloe would only be here for two nights.

The topic shifts. “So tell me, Chloe, what drew you to Beca?”

“Dad!”

“Come on Bec, I’m curious.”

She can feel her face heating up. Partially from being absolutely mortified, partially from panic that they didn’t cover corroborating this story in the quick initial debrief. She looks at Chloe, who of course is unbothered and actually looking amused.

Oh this will be good.

Beca would be lying, though, if she said she wasn’t curious at all at what Chloe might say.

“Well, it was freshman year, and she was doing the internship at the radio station. And there was a day that her boss was finally letting her play her music on the air. And she was absolutely buzzing the entire day, but was also trying not to show it. And she was still barely warming up to us, so I didn’t want to scare her by being too interested. But i tuned in that night and heard her mixes. Though the best part was her talking so passionately on her thought process and emotions and intentions with them all.”

Beca remembers that day, but had no clue Chloe also did. She did indeed ramble all about her mixes that night on air, but didn’t expect anyone to be listening at that hour, least of all someone she knew.

“How sweet! Beca said, though, that you guys have only been dating a few weeks?”

Chloe laughed. “Yeah, it took a while for Beca to get the galls to ask me out.”

“Okay great, let’s just make this pile-onto-Beca night.”

Chloe plants a kiss on her cheek as she sulks. “All love, Becs.”

She can feel her face flush again, but this time, it’s not from embarrassment.

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“I can tell you really like her, Beca. I’m happy for you.”

She almost drops the plate she’s loading into the dishwasher. Sheila had called Chloe off to help pick the movie for the night, leaving her and her dad to clean up the table.

What’s she supposed to reply with? “Thanks”? “I know”? “This is all a lie, and I’m not sure how to tell you that she’s just my best friend, not girlfriend”?

On the other hand, she’s relieved she’s sold the part. Then when they inevitably ask about Chloe in a couple weeks, she can say that they decided they were better as friends. Maybe she can even stretch it out a few months to maximize the time avoiding being set up on dates by her step mom.

They’ll forget about it, and things will go back to normal. She’ll need to think of new excuses to get out of the blind dates, but she can handle it.

Right now, it's enough to just be in the present. Enjoying movie night.

After her dad and Sheila turn in for the evening before the movie finishes, citing the late hour, it feels like they’re back on campus: Chloe needing to see the end of the movie and Beca wanting to maximize time with Chloe, even if it meant staying up an extra hour for a movie she already figured out the ending to.

The togetherness is so much more natural now. The first time Chloe came within two feet, Beca immediately moved as far away as possible on the couch. She would’ve melted into the sofa arm if that was an option.

Now, they’re pressed up against each other like they’re a single person, and Beca likes it.

Beca feels Chloe flinch into into her at a particularly loud moment in the movie.

She whispers to the side. “You scared, Beale?”

“Yeah actually, could you hold my hand?” Her eyes are still on the screen, but her palm is facing up between them, awaiting response.

She places her hand in Chloe’s. “Just because you’re terrified of muppets.”

Her free hand scratches an imaginary itch above her lip so she can school the embarrassing smile taking over her face.

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Beca turns around to a space filled now with a random stranger. “Chloe?” She swears she was with her a second ago.

She tries to backtrack, but the wave of people is moving in one direction, making it difficult. Beca thinks she catches a glimpse of Chloe’s blue hat with a streak of red underneath, but it’s gone in a flash. It’s hard to be sure in the darkness.

When she suggested the winter market for their day two activity, she didn’t expect it to be chaos. There are so many more people than she expected, and with everyone cocooned in layers due to the freezing temps, even less space is available to walk freely.

After a minute or so of struggling against the natural motion of the crowd, she decides to move off to the side, in-between a couple of stands. She should have superglued their hands together; leave it to Chloe to get separated when she was the one desperately keeping them together earlier when they arrived. Beca pulls off her right glove, commanding her freezing fingers to move across her phone screen to call the other girl. The frigid phone is up against her ear as the rings continue.

It goes to voicemail.

Beca hangs up and immediately calls again.

“Chloe I swear to god…” She mutters to herself.

It’s about to finish ringing all the way through again when the redhead pops up in front of her.

“Hi!”

“Jesus, Chloe!” Beca puts her phone away. “Thought I’d have to get someone to announce over the intercom for help finding a missing child.”

“Ha ha very funny. Close your eyes.” Her hands are behind her back.

Beca narrows her eyes. “Why?”

“Just do it.” And after a hefty sigh, which fills the cold air with a large cloud of condensation, she does.

Moments later, Beca feels a softness wrap around her neck.

“Okay, you can open them.”

She feels it with her hands first before her eyes fully register the plush red scarf.

“Oh.”

“You said you were cold, so thought I could help warm you up.”

“Well, I meant that in a way so we could leave soon. And shit, now I feel bad I don’t have anything for you.”

“Well in that case, I can take it back…” Chloe makes a motion to reach for it.

Beca immediately goes to clutch the scarf against her.

Chloe smirks. “That’s what I thought.”

“Ok whatever, Beale. You’ve earned yourself exactly five more minutes here, then we’re heading back to the luxury of indoor heating.” She extends her hand in a moment of boldness. “But we’re going to be velcro-ed together for it.”

Chloe takes it without hesitation.

They continue to wander, Chloe taking time at every booth, musing out loud everything that would make a good gift for any of her family members or the Bellas.

(“Didn’t you get everyone gifts already? We already did our Bella gift exchange.”

“Birthdays, Beca. Birthdays! This is why you’re always last minute shopping.”

“How did this turn against me??”)

After about twenty minutes, and Beca finally being unable to hold back her “I’m freezing” complaints any longer (despite the new neckwear), they head back to the car.

Chloe’s the only person she’s allowed to take aux in her car. Not necessarily because she has the best music taste, but because she’ll give puppy eyes and until Beca eventually gives in. It’s better to pass the aux right away than be subjected to the guilt of Chloe’s pleading eyes.

Naturally, Chloe begins playing Christmas pop, starting off with the classic All I Want for Christmas is You. Volume gets maxed out, as they’re practically yelling along to the song. Next is Christmas Tree Farm, which has made its way into the holiday song rotation at the Bellas the past couple of years. The drive passes like this, singing their hearts out to their favorite songs, and she files it away as one of her favorite holiday memories.

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She’s more disappointed than she expected to be when she has to drop Chloe off at the airport. They’ve gone their separate ways for break so many times now, so it’s not like this is their first time away from each other after being joined at the hip. It’ll only be for a few weeks, just until class resumes.

There are other couples there, either dropping off someone or reuniting, and there’s some ache in her chest. It’s absurd because the two of them aren’t even a real couple.

As she pulls the last of Chloe’s stuff from her car’s trunk, Beca asks a question that’s been nagging her mind since the first night’s dinner.

“Was it true, what you said about what drew you to me? The night I got to play my songs on radio?”

Chloe pauses. “You’ll have to ask me on a real date to find out.”

She swears her heart stops. Or doubles in speed. She’s not sure.

She manages to splutter out a response. “Very coy, Beale. Fine, keep your secrets.”

Chloe just winks at her before strolling through the airport doors.

Beca mopes for the whole day.

Her dad and Sheila plan a day of activities, like they knew she would be having a pity party in her room if she was left alone. It ends up being surprisingly fun, doing stuff like hanging up ornaments and decorating cookies, but she keeps on thinking how it’d be so much nicer if Chloe was here too, doing everything along with them.

She’s not sure how she can do three more weeks of this.

But then Chloe calls, and they talk for two hours (only hanging up because Chloe was basically about to fall asleep on the phone) and it doesn’t feel so bad. There’s still some sort of longing ache, but the hopelessness is gone. It seems ridiculous now, like the moment of clarity after finishing a five minute task that was put off for two months.

She takes to wearing around the house the scarf Chloe gave her. If her dad or Sheila notice, they don’t say anything.

Her and Chloe talk a few more times over break, but it’s sparser, with family activities ramping up on both sides. They still are texting plenty, but it’s not the same.

Beca misses her.

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Chloe [11:31 pm]: Are you home?

Beca [11:31 pm]: Yeah, why?

She presumes Chloe is wanting to call or the like, and is wondering if she’s awake. When she doesn’t get a text in the next couple of minutes, she focuses back on the TV.

New Year’s Eve festivities fill the screen. After all these years Beca still finds it fun to see the ball drop and the performances leading up to it.

Harry Styles is in the middle of a song when the doorbell rings.

“Can you get it, Beca?”

“Sure.”

She goes and opens the door to one Chloe Beale, standing on her porch.

“Wait, what? What are you doing here?” What she assumes to be an Uber drives away in the background. Chloe’s hair is frazzled and she looks out of breath. “Are you okay?”

Beca herds her through the front door into the house, away from the cold outdoors, while going through every single worst case scenario in her mind.

“Yeah totally. No everything’s great.”

“Okay…well you look really stressed dude.”

Chloe gaze moves down and her shoulders relax. “You’re wearing it.” Her voice lilts with wonder.

Her hands reflexively go up to touch the scarf. She forgot she still has it on. “It can get pretty cold in the house.” She says indignantly.

More hands make their way to it. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Of course I would.”

“Everything okay, Beca?” Her dad calls from the living room.

“It’s just Chloe!” She yells back.

“Okay!”

“I’ve been thinking…” Chloe trails. Beca’s attention is back on her.

Chloe plays with the tassels on the scarf, while Beca waits patiently for whatever Chloe is needing to say. Whatever it is, it’s rendering Chloe Beale speechless. A tremendous feat. Beca’s still not entirely convinced something awful didn’t happen.

So she stands, watching Chloe avoid eye contact as she continues to mess with the scarf and play with some loose strands. If this was under circumstances less on a brink of a large information reveal, she knows she could comfortably do this all day. Staring at Chloe. Just in each other’s space, breathing together.

“Can I kiss you?”

Oh.

Oh.

Suddenly, everything clicks into place. How did she not see it before? Of course it’s Chloe. It was always going to be Chloe.

Sleepless nights and stupid fights and the hours upon hours they’ve spent practically glued together all led to this. Seeing each other at their best and worst, but always finding one another in those members. It’s utterly insane that she didn’t think of this before.

Beca nods without hesitation. “Yes,” she breathes.

Their lips meet in the middle as Chloe pulls her in with a gentle force on her waist and a tug on her scarf.

This feels like what she’s been waiting for all her life.

They startle apart as fireworks explode in the neighborhood, lighting up the sky. Champagne is popped in the living room, and muffled cheers emanate from the TV.

Chloe laughs sheepishly. “Sorry, guess I went for it a little early.”

“No it was perfect.”

Beca hooks a finger around the loop of Chloe’s jeans, pulling her back in.

Perfect time, perfect place. This is right where she’s meant to be.

[sherraships]

Merry Pitchmas to @chubby-maimaki !!! Here is my Bechloe Pitchmas gift! Hope you have a good time this Holiday!

[chubby-maimaki]

Title: Well, it's Christmas (And I hope you'll feel it too)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: A Christmas party, an unlikely duo, and the fine line between love and hate = All the ingredients for a fun Christmas!

Notes: For @sherraships.

Merry Christmas sherra, I hope you enjoy this!

Read the story on AO3

@merry-pitchmas

[ferretboy74]

Merry Pitchmas 2021:  Fall Into Me

This story got aggressively out of control.  I hope you like it, @anotherbechloeshipper.  Merry Christmas!  

Beca Mitchell is a junior music producer living in New York City. Thanks to her past, she has lost all sense of enjoyment of the holiday season. Chloe Beale is a vet technician also in The Big Apple. Despite all the love she gives, she has never found someone to love her the same. Can love thaw a frozen damaged heart and bring both women what they need?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35929708/chapters/89581591

[beca-mitchell]

Hey!!! I was your secret Santa for Pitchmas this year. I had more in store for you, but I’m running behind… I’ll probably submit some things over the next few days! 🤣

This is SUPPOSED to be Beca and Chloe chilling on the couch, Chloe opening a small present on Xmas morning.

Happy holidays!

[merry-pitchmas]

Right then, Pitches! Deadline is done. I’ll be sending everyone their drawn names today via tumblr messenger or ask boxes. As a reminder, please make sure your ask boxes are set to allow anonymous messages!! Even if you’re sure they are, please just double check for me. 

Thanks to everyone who has replied to the post and decided to take part this year! 

Okay, enough yammering...

~ Red

[bobby-lynnes-bra]

Ho Ho Ho! It's your pitchmas elf here to write you your very own fic for the season! Tell me anything and everything your little heart desires and I shall do my best to make you a fic thats extra special!!!

hi hi hi! this is very exciting! i'm a very easy going fic reader so i'm happy with bechloe fics of all shapes and sizes!

i especially love an au and i'm a fan of most tropey things: soulmates / coffee shops / domestic / meetcutes / single parent / angst! / supernatural stuff - you name it!

i give you free rein to run wild and write as you please :)

[becaeffinmitchell]

hello!! this is your secret santa calling! ☃️

anything specific you’d like to see in your pitchmas gift? pairing, rating, trope, particular situation, or literally any other wish

HIII I’M SO EXCITED ❄️❄️❄️ thank you for signing up and spreading some festive joy, my cute lil santa!

my preferred pairing is beca/chloe (and beca & success 👀); let me just list down some themes that i would be thrilled to receive but these are not absolute musts! reunions, soulmates, single parenthood, long distance; i do love their time between pp2 and pp3 together, or post pp3 if you wanna explore that whole space and beyond there. or you can go super au and have them in whole different settings and eras, like royalty, superheroes, or any sort of supernatural-ish backgrounds!

i honestly will love anything though so go on and create to your heart’s desire 💖

[gaytrashgoblin]

Hi! I’m your secret Santa for Pitchmas. What’s your favorite ship? Any preferred story types? Anything you don’t like?

!!!! its that time of year already!!! yes, yes, i would like to request a tooth rotting fluff piece of beca and any non mainstream wlw pairing. (so no chloe or aubrey) you can pick which whichever character you want and whatever scenario inspires you, whether holiday themed or not.

Bonus points if short jokes are made and Beca doesnt care/ leans into it, because honestly, us short people need to accept that we are adorable bc were small!!