#merry pitchmas

[massivedrickhead]

we’re here tonight (and that’s enough)

Words: 2778

Summary: Merry Pitchmas @wordsofmyreality! I’m your secret Santa this year! I hope you like this little bit of Christmas fluff 💖 @merry-pitchmas

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“Chlo’?” Beca called from her spot in the living room, her hands on her hips as she surveyed their fireplace. 

“Yeah?” Chloe replied from the kitchen. 

“Did you move my stocking?”

“Your what?” Chloe asked, struggling to hear her wife over the sound of the music playing in the kitchen. 

“My stocking,” Beca said back, raising her voice so it could be heard over Mariah Carey. 

“It’s on the fireplace.”

“It isn’t,” Beca said, staring at the empty spot where her stocking had once hung. Bright red with a golden B embroidered on it. She turned her head to where Chloe’s still hung - bright red with a golden C - and then back to the empty spot where hers should be. 

“Huh,” Chloe said, entering the living room, wiping her hands on her apron before resting one on Beca’s back. “Weird.”

“It was here this morning before I left for work,” Beca said. 

“Have you checked David’s hiding spot?” Chloe asked.

Beca glanced down to where their dog - named after David Guetta - was curled up. His head lifted at the sound of his name. He did have a habit of stealing their clothes, but he’d never pulled anything down before. 

“I’ll look now,” she said. “How’s dinner prep going?” 

“I’m almost done,” Chloe said. She gave Beca a quick kiss on the cheek. “Once you’ve checked his spot can you take him for a W-A-L-K?”

“Sure,” Beca said. “You don’t want to come?”

Chloe shook her head. “I’m so beat from work this week, I just wanna go lie in the bath for an hour. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is,” Beca said. “Are you feeling okay? You’ve been tired all week.” 

“I’m fine,” Chloe said, smiling at the look of concern on Beca’s face. 

“Am I a bad wife for letting you do all the Christmas dinner prep?”

“A terrible wife,” Chloe replied, rolling her eyes as she kissed Beca on the cheek again. “I need to get back in there.”

Chloe returned to the kitchen and Beca watched her go, feeling that pull to follow that she always got when Chloe left a room. 

David nudged her leg with his head and she looked down. His tail was wagging, and Beca wondered if he’d somehow learned to spell. 

She scratched him behind the ear and then went to the spot in the room where he hid his stolen wares. 

Beca had been reluctant about getting a dog all those years ago. She’d always liked dogs, and had always envisioned having one in the future, but she’d still been hesitant. 

It was before they were married - before they were even engaged - and they’d only been living together for a few months when Chloe mentioned the puppy that had been brought into the veterinary surgery where she’d worked at the time. 

“He’d been abandoned, Bec,” Chloe told her, tears in her eyes as she showed him pictures on her phone. “Left on the side of the road, tied to a telephone pole. He’s just a baby.”

Chloe told Beca about how skittish and afraid he was of them. How he wouldn’t let anyone get near him, except for Chloe. He reminded her so much of Beca, that Chloe just had to have him. 

“Comparing me to an abandoned dog isn’t the compliment you think it is.”

Beca had been hesitant but eventually agreed. Now, nearly five years later, she couldn’t imagine their life without him. 

Chloe had been right, as always. 

Beca scratched him behind the ear again as she searched through his dog toys for his hidden stolen goods. 

She found several of her missing socks, a dish towel, and even one of Chloe’s bras, but there was no bright red stocking. 

“So you’re not the stocking thief,” Beca said to him. “But we do have to talk about the bra thing, dude. Those things aren’t cheap, you know.”

Once she was wrapped up in her winter coat and had pulled on her boots, she clipped David’s leash to his collar and they set out for his evening walk. 

They walked around their neighbourhood, David sticking close to her side instead of running ahead like he usually did. 

She supposed he must be able to feel it too, that tinge of sadness that had clung to Beca ever since she found out that - once again - her Mom wouldn’t be coming for Christmas. 

Beca had told Chloe she was fine, that she was used to her Mom flaking on her by now, and while all of that was true, there was still a part of her that had hoped for change. It had been years since they’d spent any real time together and, despite her flaws, Beca did love her Mom. 

David stopped to do his business, and Beca looked out at the houses in their neighbourhood. The Christmas lights shone through the windows, casting their snow-covered lawns in warm and colourful glows. She wished she could take some of that glow with her and bring it into her own home. 

She took a deep breath of cold air and held it in her chest before slowly expelling it, watching a cloud form and dissipate quickly as the air left her body. 

David tugged against the leash, pulling her arm back in the direction of home. 

“Okay,” she said out loud. “I’m coming.”

The house was quiet when they got back, and Beca was desperate to shift the sadness that clung to her like the cold. She tried to leave it at the door along with the snow she’d kicked off her boots, but it wouldn’t go. 

She spent longer than necessary in the entryway of their home, drying David’s paws with the towel they kept in there for that reason. 

Chloe was on the sofa fiddling with her phone when Beca finally entered the living room. 

Everything felt heavy, and the lack of her stocking on the fireplace seemed to perfectly mirror her lack of Christmas cheer. 

She dropped onto the sofa beside Chloe and wasted no time in pressing a kiss to the side of her head. Chloe’s hair was still damp but the familiar smell of her shampoo seemed to ground Beca.

“You’re freezing!” Chloe shrieked as Beca’s cold hands slipped beneath Chloe’s Christmas pyjama top and pressed against her warm skin. 

Beca laughed as Chloe batted her hands away. She removed them and placed them over the pyjamas, her hand going to Chloe’s stomach without thinking. 

Chloe covered Beca’s hand with her own. “We’ll find out soon,” she said. “I promise. I just… it was our first attempt. There’s a good chance it didn’t work and I don’t want to put a downer on things if that's the case.”

“I know,” Beca said, kissing the side of her head again. The anxiety of not knowing if they would soon become parents mixed unpleasantly with her already lingering sadness about her Mom, and she searched for something to distract herself. Her eyes fell on the fireplace. “How come you stole my stocking?”

“What makes you think it was me?” 

“Well it wasn’t David, and it wasn’t me, so that doesn’t leave a lot of options,” Beca said. 

“Santa?”

“That’s like the opposite of Santa’s vibe,” Beca said. “He gives presents, not steals them. You’re thinking of the Grinch.”

“Oh, well it must have been the Grinch then,” Chloe said, smiling as Beca’s thumb continued to brush back and forth across her stomach. “Or maybe Santa knows that you can’t be trusted not to peek in your stocking before Christmas morning, and he wants your gift to be a surprise for once.”

“Ah, is that it?” Beca asked. 

“It must be,” Chloe replied. 

The Christmas stockings had been a tradition that Chloe had brought from her childhood. 

Beca had always thought they were a place to put small gifts - ones that weren’t really tree-worthy - but the Beales had used them for the gifts that were more sentimental or special. 

It’s how Beca had proposed to Chloe all those years ago, only to find that Chloe had had the same idea, and now Beca couldn’t be trusted not to squeeze the stocking and try to guess what might be inside. 

She was fairly confident in her gift this year - a USB full of original songs that Beca had written, sung, and produced just for Chloe - but she still couldn’t stop herself from checking her own stocking just in case Chloe had once again outdone her. 

“What time are your parents arriving tomorrow?” Beca asked after a comfortable silence had settled over them. 

“Around midday,” Chloe said. “We can do the stocking presents in the morning and save the rest until after dinner.”

“Let’s hope Santa brings mine back in time,” Beca said, the conversation lapsing into silence again. 

“You’re sad about your Mom,” Chloe said. It wasn’t a question. Beca could insist she was fine and that she didn’t care, but Chloe knew when she was lying. 

“Kinda,” Beca said. “But it's my own fault. I should know by now what she’s like, I don’t know why I expected anything different.”

“You’re allowed to hope for the best and hope that people might change,” Chloe said, turning her head so she could press a kiss to Beca’s temple. “This isn’t your fault.”

“It is what it is,” Beca said. “I’m gonna go get changed.”

“I’ll order pizza,” Chloe said. 

They spent the rest of their Christmas Eve curled up together on the sofa, eating pizza, and watching Chloe’s choice of Christmas movie. 

Beca had a glass of wine, but Chloe complained of a headache so just stuck to water. 

“I hope you aren’t getting sick,” Beca said, running her hand through Chloe’s hair, her nails lightly scratching her scalp. 

“I’m just tired,” Chloe said. “Work was crazy this week.”

“Thank you for taking care of the dinner prep,” Beca said. “It really makes cooking it all so much easier tomorrow.”

“I prep, you cook,” Chloe said, stifling a yawn. “Teamwork makes the dream work.”

“Let’s go to bed,” Beca said with a soft laugh. “I’ll let David out. Do you want anything for your headache?”

Chloe shook her head. “It’ll pass,” she said. “You go on up, I’ll let him out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Chloe said. “You took him out, I can stand by the door and wait for him to pee.”

As soon as Chloe heard Beca begin climbing the stairs, she withdrew her stocking from where it had been stashed. She smiled to herself as she hung it back on the fireplace, and she hoped that what was inside would do something to help cheer her wife up. 

When Chloe reached the bedroom, Beca was lying in bed scrolling on her phone, but she set it down on the charger as soon as she felt the bed dip beside her. 

“Are you answering work emails at 10 pm on Christmas Eve?”

“Not anymore I’m not,” Beca said. 

“You know if I see you working tomorrow you’re going to be in trouble, right?”

“Does that mean I can’t fake a work call when your dad tries to talk to me about college basketball?” Beca asked.

“If I have to discuss classic literature with your dad when we see him at Thanksgiving, you can handle college basketball with mine when we see him at Christmas,” Chloe said.

“Fair,” Beca said, curling into Chloe’s side as soon as she was settled in bed. 

It didn’t take long for Beca to drift off, but Chloe stayed awake for hours. She was full of the kind of Christmas Eve excitement that she hadn’t felt as a kid. 

She heard the neighbourhood church bells begin to ring, and it took everything she had not to wake Beca up, wish her a Merry Christmas, and drag her downstairs. 

Eventually, she managed to get some sleep and woke up not long after 8 am, Beca still sleeping soundly beside her. 

Chloe woke her up and coaxed her out of bed with kisses and promises of coffee and presents. 

Beca grumbled but didn’t argue when Chloe took her hand and pulled her downstairs. 

“My stocking came back,” Beca said, raising an eyebrow at Chloe as she settled on the sofa, a mug of coffee in hand. 

“I told you, Santa must have taken it,” Chloe replied, setting her own mug down on the coffee table before retrieving their stockings from the fireplace. She handed Beca hers, who wasted no time in squeezing the sides, and she sat down beside her. 

“You go first,” Beca said.

Chloe reached into the stocking and pulled out two small wrapped gifts. 

“Open the bigger one first,” Beca said,

Chloe did, and her eyes lit up as she pulled out a CD case. The cover was a photograph of the two of them from their wedding, and when she flipped it over she saw a list of five song titles that she didn’t recognise. 

“Open the second one,” Beca said. Chloe unwrapped a USB drive. “No one really uses CDs anymore,” she said, by way of explanation. 

“Bec, is all of this new music?”

Beca nodded. “My next EP,” she said. “All the songs were written for you.” 

Chloe squealed and wrapped her arms around Beca. “I love it!”

“You haven’t even heard it yet,” Beca replied, laughing. 

Chloe wiped the tears from her eyes and looked back at the CD case. 

“I don’t know if that’s the final album art,” Beca said. “But I wanted you to have your own version.”

“This is amazing, Beca. I can’t wait to listen to it,” Chloe said. She looked back up at her wife. “Is it okay if… can I listen to it on my own first? Just so I can really listen and hear it all?”

“Of course,” Beca said. “So, can I open mine now?” 

Chloe swallowed and nodded, a smile spreading across her face.

Beca pulled three small wrapped gifts from her stocking. As she always did, she gave them a squeeze and a shake. Two were soft, and one was a box that rattled when it shook. “Which one first?”

Chloe thought for a second, before tapping on one of the softer gifts. 

Beca unwrapped it and pulled out what at first seemed like a small red piece of fabric. She unfolded it and saw it was a stocking, just like the one she and Chloe had. 

“Is this in case my stocking goes missing again?” Beca asked, laughing lightly but not really understanding the gift. She looked at Chloe, whose eyes were now shining with tears. Something started happening in Beca’s chest. It felt like her heart was starting to beat faster. Like her body knew what the gift meant before she did. 

“Open this one,” Chloe said, tapping on the box. 

Beca did, her hands shaking though she couldn’t explain why. 

Under the paper was a clear plastic box, and it took Beca a second to realise what was inside. She swallowed and looked back at Chloe. 

“Two lines?” Beca asked, her voice trembling. “Two means… right?”

“Open the last one,” Chloe said, the tears that had been filling her eyes now slipping down her cheeks. 

Beca did, her hands shaking harder than ever.

She pulled out a tiny white babygrow, with the words ‘Baby Mitchell’ printed on the front. 

She couldn’t describe the noise that came out of her - something between a gasp and a sob and a cheer - but soon she was sobbing hard, her hands reaching out for Chloe, who eagerly pulled her into her arms. 

They held each other and cried until David jumped onto the sofa to try and investigate. 

Beca laughed as he wiggled his way in between them.

“I take it these are happy tears?” Chloe asked, wiping her own eyes as they ended their hug. 

“The happiest,” Beca said, laughing. “How long have you known?”

“A couple of weeks,” Chloe said. “It’s been killing me keeping this in, but I wanted to wait until after I’d seen my doctor, just in case. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

“Don’t apologise,” Beca said, looking down at the tiny babygrow in her hands. “This is the best present you could have gotten me.” She wiped her eyes and took hold of Chloe’s hand. “We’re going to be parents. I’m… I’m so happy.”

“Me too,” Chloe said. “Merry Christmas.” She pulled Beca into a kiss which Beca eagerly accepted. 

“Merry Christmas,” Beca replied, between kisses. “I love you so much.” Her hand touched Chloe’s stomach. “I love you both so much.”

“Me too, baby,” Chloe replied. “Me too.” 

[merry-pitchmas]

Will there be an exchange this year?

Sorry, I totes dropped the ball on getting an early start on the exchange this year but never fear!

The season of giving is almost upon us and you know what that means....

For a RECORD-BREAKING eighth year in a row, it's time for the Pitchmas Gift Exchange!!

Okay, listen up.

If you need a refresh on the rule, please check out this post from last year, but keep in mind the cut of dates will have changed. Because I've left this so late (again, my bad, sorry) I'm only going to let this float around until the end of the day on December 1st. If you'd like to take part in the exchange this year, please reply to this post by then.

Here's the TL;DR for those of you who don't wanna check out the link:

TL;DR:

Reply to this post to take part. Reblogs will not be included.

December 1st is the cut off date to sign up.

Posting will begin on December 24th - not a day before! And you have to have your gift finished and posted NO LATER than December 31st.

You don’t need money to take part - just a dash of creativity and the drive to want to do something.

Manips, videos, fanfic, and comics are just a few examples of the things you can do!

All pairings are welcome, but I strongly encourage all participants to ANONYMOUSLY message the person they have to ask questions about which they might prefer.

TURN ON YOUR ANONS. I’ve gotten to the point where if your ask box is not set to allow anon questions and your Secret Santa cannot contact you, I will no longer be trying to get in touch - I’ll just remove you from the exchange. So please, even if you’re sure anon asks are already allowed, double check. If you’re not sure HOW to do that, google is your friend.

If you change your name between now and the posting date, please send me a message to let me know. I will not be trying to track people down again this year.

Please don’t leave someone hanging. If you have no intention of doing anything and just want someone to do something for you, don’t reply. It’s not fair. (And I’m always looking for volunteers who will write for anyone who might get missed!)

Tag your posts with #merry pitchmas 2023.

HAVE FUN.

See you in a few, awesome nerds!

~Red

[beca-mitchell]

Beca and Chloe visit Beca’s mother’s home for the holidays and it’s the first time they’re doing so as a couple. Beca couldn’t be more delighted by how easily Chloe fits in. Especially with her mother’s dog.

Merry Pitchmas @143bc! // @merry-pitchmas

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

OH BABY (IT'S COLD OUTSIDE)

Rating: G One Shot Pairings: Bechloe Summary: Beca finally found the courage to ask Chloe on a date. The only problem? It's an ice skating date and Beca is the clumsiest person known to man...

Merry Pitchmas to @ittybittytinypaws!! I am your Pitchmas Secret Santa for this year, and I really hope you enjoy this short and sweet little Bechloe fic 🥰 (I actually don't remember the last time I wrote straight up fluff, so this was a nice change dklfjlfkdjgdf)

This is almost definitely my last fic of 2023, I'm taking a little break for the holidays/my birthday because my brain has just been mush for the last month or so, I should be back fairly quickly in 2024 though because I have plenty more angst to infilct 😇

Happy Holidays my lovely people, I hope you have a peaceful end to 2023 and spend it with people who love and appreciate you 🩵🩵🩵

[dailybrittanysnowpics]

[maddiedrawz]

✨🎄caught the holiday glee🌈

this drawing is my pitchmas gift to @ridiculously-over-obsessed hope you like it!!💖

MERRY CHRISTMAS✨✨ AHH im so excited to be participating in the gift exchange this year! this fandom is dying help- ndncndnf NO CUZ i was so scared that there’s not gonna be one this year lol but yea anyways hope y’all enjoy this and your holidays!!❤️

[psychoteacher90]

Merry belated Pitchmas, @kris246 !!!

I'm sorry this came a bit late! Hope the story makes up for it!

[ferretboy74]

Merry Pitchmas 2023: 'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Here is my Merry Pitchmas gift for @godzillachloe.

The Bellas Christmas Party is almost over. First, though, somebody has to read "'Twas the Night Before Christmas."

[godzillachloe]

Merry Pitchmas!!!!!!! @beca-mitchell

It is I your secret Santa!💙 💜Here is the fic I wrote for you. I hope it lives up to your standards.

Christmas With the Beales

I was really nervous writing for you since are basically the queen of the fandom, and I wanted to make this the best it could be. The result was this fic ended up being a little longer than I was originally planning on. But I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy it too. :)💙 💜

P.S. Sorry I don't know how to make GIF Sets 😭

[becabeale143]

[merry-pitchmas]

Let the gift giving commence!!

❤️💚❤️💚And a very Merry Pitchmas to all!! 💚❤️💚❤️

~ Red

[chubby-maimaki]

Title: Make My Wish Come True

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Beca dreaded this year's Christmas day. But with the help of a not-so-secret redhead Santa, Beca might believe in Christmas magic again.

Notes: Merry Christmas @godzillachloe! 🎅🎅🎅

Read the story on AO3

[massivedrickhead]

and buddy makes six (1/1)

Pitchmas 2022

Words: 2316

Notes: Merry Pitchmas @chubby-maimaki, I’m your (replacement) secret santa! 

You asked for a chaotic Christmas with some funny moments. Wholesome isn’t usually my wheelhouse but I hope this ticked all the boxes you were after. Happy Holidays, I hope you enjoy this!

Read on AO3

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Chaotic is the only word you could use to describe the Mitchell-Beale household at any given time, and on Christmas it was even more so.

And now that Beca and Chloe had finally caved - or rather Beca had finally caved - and gotten their three kids a dog, it was about to become so much worse.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Beca muttered, stepping through the back door of their home, a tiny Border Collie puppy held in her arms. He gave a small yap and wriggled, and Beca froze. “This is such a bad idea, they’re going to hear him."

“They can’t hear anything, the TV is turned up to 50 in there,” Chloe said, scratching the puppy behind his ears. “Hi handsome!” She cooed. “Go on, get him upstairs, the pen is all set up.”

Chloe gave her wife a quick kiss on the cheek before returning to the kids in the living room.

Beca crept upstairs with the wriggling puppy still in her arms.

“Something tells me I’m going to regret this,” she said. He responded by licking her cheek. “Gross.”

She opened her bedroom and placed the puppy in the pen that Chloe had set up for him.

“You’re gonna be good, right? No barking?”

He yapped in response.

“Dude, you’re gonna get us busted,” Beca said, scratching his ear. “It’s just for an hour until the kids go to bed, okay?” He rolled over onto his back, and Beca transitioned to rubbing his belly. “I guess you are pretty cute. The kids are gonna love you.”

She stayed a little while longer until he curled up in the blankets Chloe had put down and went to sleep. 

Beca crept out of the room and down the stairs, and then went to the front door.

She opened and closed it with a thud, and announced “I’m home!”

Three pairs of feet came pounding out of the living room.

“Mama!” Alexis, the youngest, said, arms outstretched so Beca could pick her up.

“Hi,” Beca said, grinning as she lifted up the two-year-old and sat her on her hip.

Callie, seven years old and their middle kid, was next to greet her, wrapping her arms around Beca’s other side.

Nathan, the oldest at almost thirteen, simply raised his hand in greeting. 

“You’re late,” Chloe said, trying to hide a smirk as she raised an eyebrow. She kissed Beca on the cheek. 

“I had a last-minute errand to run,” Beca replied.

“We had to start the movie without you,” Callie said, taking her mom’s hand and pulling her towards the living room.

“Oh no,” Beca said, with such heavy sarcasm that even Alexis picked up on it. “Whatever shall I do?”

“We could start over,” Chloe casually suggested.

“No, no,” Beca said, quickly. “It’s getting late and these kids need to be in bed before Santa comes.”

“Mom, Santa isn’t real-”

“-Really strict about bedtimes?” Beca said, cutting Nathan off and raising her eyebrows. “Actually he is.”

Nathan rolled his eyes but laughed.

“Hey, I’m the only member of this family that’s allowed to roll their eyes,” Beca said, sitting on the sofa beside him, Alexis still in her arms.

Chloe sat on Beca’s other side, and Callie climbed up onto Chloe’s lap. 

“I think we need a bigger sofa,” Beca said, as Alexis wriggled to get comfortable.

Just as Chloe was about to hit play on their paused movie, there was a very loud, very distinctive, bark.

Everyone froze.

“What was that?” Callie asked.

Chloe shrugged and hit play on the movie. “Probably came from outside.”

“It sounded like a dog,” Nathan said.

“There are dogs outside,” Beca said. “I’m sure Devon across the street just got one.”

“Doggy!” Alexis chimed in, helpfully. “Doggy, mama! Woof!”

“There’s no doggy, baby,” Beca said, kissing the top of her head. “Doggy outside.”

Chloe turned the TV up, hoping to disguise any more barks, until Alexis put her hands over her ears.

“Mommy loud!”

“Sorry,” Chloe said, dropping it back down.

Beca and Chloe exchanged a nervous glance.

Alexis was asleep in Beca’s arms by the time the movie had finished, and she carried her up to bed while Callie and Nathan helped Chloe set out milk and cookies for Santa.

She put Alexis in her crib, kissed her on the head, and switched on her baby monitor.

“Sweet dreams baby girl,” she said, softly, pulling the door shut behind her.

Beca stuck her head in her bedroom to check on the puppy, and his tail started wagging immediately as he let out another bark.

“Shh,” Beca said, quickly, hurrying into the bedroom. 

“Bec, come say goodnight to the kids,” Chloe called as she climbed the stairs.

“Dude, please be cool,” Beca said to the puppy, who cocked his head and yapped again. Beca sighed, quickly stroked his head, and then left her room. 

The kids reached the landing just as Beca shut her door behind her.

“What are you doing?” Nathan asked as Beca stood in front of the doorknob. 

“Nothing,” Beca said, quickly. 

“You’re acting sus.”

“I am not acting sus,” Beca replied. “I’m acting totally normal. Come hug your mother goodnight.”

Nathan rolled his eyes again but smiled as he gave Beca a hug. She gave him a kiss on the head and he groaned and wriggled out of her embrace.

“Gross,” he said. 

“Rude,” Beca replied. 

Chloe hugged and kissed him too.

“Please don’t stay up all night on TikTok,” she said. “Your sisters will wake you up early tomorrow.”

“Uh-huh,” he said. “Night Mom.”

“Goodnight,” Beca and Chloe said together.

“Night mama,” Callie said when Beca squeezed her into a hug.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” Beca replied, kissing her on the cheek. “You want a story tonight?”

Callie shook her head. “I wanna go to sleep so Santa can come.”

“Okay,” Beca said. “Sleep tight.”

Chloe walked Callie to her room, and Beca quickly retreated back into the bedroom.

When Chloe got back to their room, Beca was sitting in the pen she’d made for the puppy, with the dog on her lap.

“I thought you didn’t want a dog,” Chloe said, grinning.

“I don’t,” Beca said, smiling as he yawned and tipped backwards. “I think this is a terrible idea.”

“Mhm,” Chloe said, sitting on the bed and watching them. “We’ll have to put him in our bathroom tonight you know.”

Beca looked up at her. “By himself?”

Chloe laughed. “The kids will burst in here first thing, we don’t want them to see him.”

Beca frowned. “I’ll wake up early and put him in there tomorrow.”

“Oh my god, he already has you wrapped around his little… paw. I can’t say I’m surprised, it was the same as Nathan, Callie, and Alexis. You can’t resist a cute face.”

Beca laughed and shook her head. “Tell me about it. Why do you think I said yes when you asked me out?”

“And here I was thinking you just wanted to see me naked again,” Chloe said with a laugh.

“Well, yeah, that too,” Beca said. “Are the milk and cookies set out?”

“Yep,” Chloe said. “Plus a carrot for Rudolph.”

“I wonder if he wants some milk,” Beca asked, looking at the puppy. She looked at Chloe. “Can we give him that?”

“Not unless you want him to shit everywhere,” Chloe said. 

“So does that mean I have to drink it?” Beca asked, and Chloe rolled her eyes. “Okay, when did this family start doing that? The eye-rolling is my thing.”

“Ah ha,” Chloe said. “You invented eye-rolling babe.”

“And now sarcasm? Is nothing sacred?”

“Shut up,” Chloe said, laughing. “Bring him downstairs so he can pee and I’ll take care of the milk.”

Once the puppy had used the bathroom and Beca and Chloe had taken care of the milk and cookies, they both headed up to bed. All of their kids were sleeping soundly, and the puppy dozed off in his pile of blankets as soon as Beca put him down.

They climbed into bed and shared a quick goodnight kiss before settling down.

“I can’t believe we got a dog,” Beca mumbled as Chloe wrapped her arms around her waist. 

“I know,” Chloe said. “We’re crazy.”

-

“Bec,” Chloe said, her voice thick with sleep. “I can hear the kids.”

“They’re loud kids,” Beca replied. “We hear them constantly.”

“No,” Chloe said, stifling a yawn. “I mean they’re up. You need to hide the dog.”

“Already getting this dog is coming back to bite me in the ass,” Beca groaned.

“You’re the one who-”

“I know, I know,” Beca said, waving her off as she forced herself out of bed.

The puppy was still sleeping soundly, and Beca moved his pen as gently as she could into their en-suite and shut the door, just in time to hear the sound of a little fist rapping against their door.

Beca and Chloe looked at each other and saw their own tired smiles reflected back at them. 

“Come in,” Chloe said.

The doorknob turned and Callie burst into the room, climbing up onto her parents’ bed. 

“It’s Christmas!”

“Is it?” Beca asked. “No one told me.”

“Can we go downstairs?” Callie asked. “Please?”

“What do you think, Mommy?” Beca asked Chloe.

“Hmm, it might be too early,” Chloe said.

“But I’ve been awake for ages,” Callie moaned. “And Nathan said I had to wait but I can’t!”

“Okay,” Chloe said. “Go get Nathan, I’ll get Alexis.”

No sooner had Callie left the room did they hear a little yap coming from the bathroom.

“What was that?” Callie said, running back in.

“I sneezed,” Beca said, quickly.

Callie’s eyebrows pulled together as she stared at her Mom.

“I think I’m getting a cold,” Beca said, doing another fake sneeze.

“Bless you,” Chloe said, trying hard to sound sincere. “Go get Nathan,” Chloe said again to Callie, scared that the dog would bark again.

“I’ll get Alexis,” Chloe said, “we’ll all go down together and then you can come back up for him, okay?”

“Got it,” Beca said. “Who knew the hardest part about getting a dog would be hiding him from the kids.”

Chloe cocked her head. “You’ve never had a dog before, have you, babe?”

Beca shook her head and Chloe laughed. She got up and gave her wife a kiss. “Merry Christmas, by the way.”

“Merry Christmas,” Beca replied, grinning.

Once all their kids had made it downstairs and were sitting in the living room by the tree, Beca excused herself.

“I think I left my phone upstairs,” she said. “Don’t start opening gifts without me.”

Callie groaned, at the thought of having to wait one more minute.

“Mommy presents?” Alexis asked, pointing at the wrapped gifts.

“Soon,” Chloe said. “When Mama comes back.”

“I can hear that sound again,” Nathan said, standing so he could look out of the window. “I can’t see any dogs out there.”

“Weird,” Chloe said, trying hard to hide her own excitement.

“Hey,” Beca said, poking her head in the door. “It looks like Santa left an extra gift upstairs for you guys.”

“What is it?” Callie asked.

Beca stepped into the room, the puppy held in her arms.

It took a moment for the kids to register what it was, but he soon wriggled, yawned, and let out another yappy bark.

“Oh my god!” Callie squealed. “Is he ours? Can we keep him?”

“Ah ha,” Beca said, smiling at the looks on her kids' faces. Even Nathan, who had been rapidly turning into a grumpy teen before their eyes, looked like a kid again, his eyes wide and mouth open.

“Now before everyone gets too loud and excited,” Chloe said, using her strict voice that was rarely heard. “We need you all to remember that he isn’t a toy. He’s a pet, a member of the family, and he’s going to be with us for, hopefully, a very long time. We treat him gently, and kindly, and we take care of him. We don’t pull or poke him, and when he doesn’t want to play, we leave him alone.”

“We’ll be gentle,” Callie said, practically vibrating with excitement as she reached up to pet him from where he was held in her Mom’s arms.

“Having a dog is a lot of work,” Beca said. “So we’ll all need to help out with cleaning up after him, training him, feeding him, and walking him. It’s a big responsibility.”

“We’ll help,” Callie said, quickly.

Beca looked at Nathan, who nodded. “We will,” he said. 

Beca crouched down and put the puppy on the floor.

“Hi puppy!” Callie said, trying to hold back as she stroked his little head. Beca could tell she wanted to pick him up and squeeze him, and she was proud that she was restraining herself.

Alexis wasn’t quite sure what to make of him, but when he sniffed her outstretched hand and licked it, she squealed and giggled. 

“Gentle,” Chloe said, as Alexis reached out to touch him again.

“Doggy!” Alexis replied. 

“What’s his name?” Callie asked.

“We don’t know yet,” Chloe said. “He’s a family dog, we should all help choose it.”

“He has a patch on his eye,” Callie said. “Like a pirate.”

“We could call him Patch?” Beca suggested.

“Patch,” Alexis repeated. “No Patch, Mama.”

“Okay,” Beca said, laughing.

“What about Spot?” Chloe said.

Callie shook her head. “He has patches, not spots.”

“We got him on Christmas,” Nathan said. “He should have a Christmassy name.”

“Oh!” Callie said. “We heard him bark when we were watching Elf! We should call him Buddy!”

Buddy replied with a yap.

“Yeah,” Nathan said, scratching him behind his ear, laughing as his leg started to twitch. “Buddy.”

“Can you say ‘Buddy’, Lexie?” Chloe asked Alexis.

“Buddy,” Alexis replied.

“Well I think that’s decided then,” Beca said. “Welcome to the family, Buddy.”

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

Hello! Just your friendly neighbourhood secret Santa sliding into your dms! I wanted to swing by and ask if you have any preferences or specific things you'd like to see? A scenario or pairing that you fancy? I hope your December is everything you're hoping for and more!

Hi!! I'm very excited for Pitchmas this year, I have no specific requests other than maybe some tooth rotting fluff because it's that time of year 😂🥰 as for pairings, I am a Bechloe ho, but I'll take any/all of the lesbian ships tbh, I love them all 😍 thank you so much, I hope you have a wonderful December too!! 🩵🩵🩵

[theambracer88]

Chloe thinks back to her years at Barden, with Beca by her side as she watches Beca’s performance. Song is Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Note: I don’t own the rights to pitch perfect or the song. I just borrowed them to create this masterpiece.

This is my submission for Pitchmas 2022. Thank you so much for hosting @merry-pitchmas! Always a pleasure to be involved in such an amazing community! Merry Christmas, @manthas! I am so sorry that this is late, but I had a few setbacks that were out of my control. This wasn’t what I originally had planned, but under the circumstances with me having to redo this at the last minute, I hope you will enjoy this regardless. I hope you have a fantastic New Year!

[143bc]

hey! your pitchmas secret santa here. tell me a little about what your favorite ships are and your favorite tropes! :)

Hello,

It very much begins and ends with BeChloe (or anything PP) - treble is nice, as well as quad.

More and more of my time is spent enjoying Clexa these days.

And it's really not possible in my book for there to be too much fluff 🥰🥰