#Bemily Fanfiction

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PITCH PERFECT SPOOKFEST 2023 - PROMPT RELEASE

Here we are Spookateers, the official prompts for 2023 are here and we are so excited to announce them!! All your votes have been collated and counted, and these are the top eight prompts that you chose!

24/10: #ppsf23.1 - Cursed Places 25/10: #ppsf23.2 - Psychological Horror 26/10: #ppsf23.3 - Possession 27/10: #ppsf23.4 - Waking Nightmare 28/10: #ppsf23.5 - Came Back Wrong 29/10: #ppsf23.6 - Found Footage 30/10: #ppsf23.7 - Dystopian Horror 31/10: #ppsf23.8 - Unfinished Business

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Spooky happenings with our favourite vampire hunters! 🧡

VHI 3.3 - I JUST CAN'T LOOK (IT'S KILLING ME)

Rating: T Oneshot Pairings: Bechloe, Staubrey Summary: VHI scramble to figure out what's put their friends and family into a state of deep, unwakeable slumber Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2023 - Day 4: Waking Nightmare

More SpookFest content while I listen to Clean (Taylor's Version) on repeat and weep 😭✌🏻

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This is my first oneshot, enjoy! :) 

The Bellas have another reunion, minus one Bella. Beca’s new song plays on the radio, all Emily can do is listen and hope. Bemily oneshot. 1,595 words.

The bars dimly lit, empty bottles are on the table, fresh ones in hands. The Bella’s are huddled into a booth and Emily’s profusely apologising. She had text all of the girls asking if they wanted to meet up for another reunion, a year after the USO tour, and yet again the Bella’s had misunderstood, thinking they’d be performing. Instead Emily had just missed the girls and wanted to see the crazy bunch again.

Smiles and laughter radiates out of the booth, alcohol and the natural vibe from the Bellas can make that happen. Flo’s talking about her latest campaign with her juice business, Jessica, Ashley and Lily all listening intently. Stacie, Chloe and Aubrey are all chatting about baby Bella, how much she has grown over the past year, gushing over the photos on her phone. Fat Amy and CR are playing pool, placing bets that don’t include money. Emily’s not sure if they should be stopped or intervened, but decides to leave them as they’re not causing trouble just yet.

There’s one more Bella that hasn’t arrived, Beca.

Emily understands that after the deal with DJ Khaled, Beca’s been busy recording for her new album that’s due to come out next month, creating her image and tv interviews. But that doesn’t stop Emily’s smile not reaching her cheeks. She was still hopeful that she might show up, but as time passed it was making her feel less optimistic. Even though they have still text over the past year, Emily was excited to meet her favourite person.

During Emily’s last year as a Bella, she stayed in touch with her old captain, asking questions about her set list that she put together, using Beca’s favorite songs. Or asking how Beca’s enjoying LA, knowing the woman does not do well in the sun. Selfies of Emily studying, Beca in the studio, the little things that have brought the two closer than ever before.

The bar’s radio is playing in the background when the bella’s hearse a voice that makes them all quiet down. “And now, the new single from Beca Mitchell, get ready to listen to the sneak peek of what will be coming from this up and rising superstar”.

Looks of confusion spread between the Bellas, as the guitar intro comes from the radio. Beca hadn’t mentioned to any of them about what songs she was putting on the album. She has only talked to Chloe and Emily since she had left and if it was brought up, Beca deflected the questions and the topic moved on. CR and Fat Amy stop playing, the rest of the Bellas put their drinks down. Fat Amy shouts to the bartender to turn it up, Bella’s all excited yet nervous to hear what Beca’s first single will be.

The guitar is still playing softly, strumming a few chords when Beca hums along, “There she goes, she's the one for me. We got the kind of love that a blind man can see. She's my all and all. And she's my everything”

The Bella’s are still quiet, listening to the lyrics, Emily’s looking at her hands in her lap, which Chloe and Aubrey didn’t miss. After the tour they had been hanging out a lot more, since Fat Amy found her fortune and Beca moved to LA, Chloe decided to move in with Aubrey and once Emily had graduated, she moved in too. They noticed when Beca had not replied for a few days, and Emily ate her sorrows in ice-cream. Or when Beca sent her a gift and Emily was like a child at Christmas. Yet again it was the little things, and they were both happy for Emily, knowing that her feelings were more than what Emily would admit.

“She's my seasons and reasons She's my summer she's my winter she's my spring That's why I'm in love With my best friend”

Everyone looks at Chloe, expecting her to know what's going on. It didn’t go amiss that Beca had clearly used female pronouns. Since she broke up with Jesse, she hadn’t dated anyone else, especially not a girl. She simply shrugs her shoulders and murmurs, then she looks at Emily, who is still looking at her hands. Too scared to look up as the tears had formed in her eyes, ready to fall.

“She's the reason that I'm still alive She took all the drugs and all the pain And all the bad stuff out of my life And that's the reason why And that's the reason why”

The song is played as an acoustic, with the occasional rap verse. It’s sung delicately, as if Beca’s scared herself and doesn’t want to break anything. But it’s still powerful, the meaning behind the words weighing more than what the guitar strings can hold. It’s a love song, not what the Bella’s expected from the badass captain, who they knew didn’t show a lot of emotions. It was as if the person on the radio was a completely different person to whom they had spent years with. It had only been a year, surly someone couldn’t change that much.

“I'm in love With my best friend I'm a love her Ooh, I'm a love her 'til the whole world ends”

Emily now looks at Chloe, the tears had fallen and her makeup was slightly smudged. Her smile has now gone, the younger Bella looked like a kicked puppy. She was hurt, Becas hadn’t mentioned any new friends in LA, surely she would have mentioned, better yet she would have mentioned about meeting a best friend. Chloe reached for Emily’s hands and showed her a small smile.

“My mama said girl She's a keeper you better Not ever beat her Or leave her I said mama Understand this That's my main, main Not my side chick”

Emily couldn’t understand. If there was no one in LA, who was Beca talking about? It is somebody who has met Beca’s family, which not many people had. She knew her relationship with her parents after their divorce was tough, but it had got better over the last few years. Beca was more understanding, but then again, she wouldn’t take just anybody to meet them unless she thought highly of them. The Bellas got to meet her parents in her second year at Thanksgiving, which was eventful enough (The Bella’s were on somewhat their best behavior but that didn’t stop the chaos of them). Jesse had met her parents which was understandable, they were together for 4 years. A few others had the opportunity too but once Beca left college, there was no one else to Emily’s knowledge.

“I'm in love With my best friend I'm a love her Ooh, I'm a love her 'til the whole world ends I'm in love... With my best friend Ooh, I'm a love her I'm a love her 'til the whole world ends”

The songs starting to come to an end, fading out. By now, all of the Bellas are looking at Emily, finally understanding the younger Bella’s feelings towards the short captain. No one said anything though, knowing Emily was on the verge of a public meltdown. The radio presenter starts talking again when the Bellas all look at the radio, almost as if the presenter was in the room.

“That’s the new single again from Beca Mitchell, lets hear the story behind the song from the woman herself!”

Beca’s voice can be heard, as if she was on the phone to the studio, “Thank you Mark, its one of the many songs from my new album, Mistakes. The song isn’t a mistake, but not telling the person it’s about is. I have had so many chances to come clean, but it’s scary stuff with all these emotions.” She chuckles and Mark asks who the song is about, after denying a few times she reluctantly agrees to spill.

The Bellas opposite Emily lookup, seeing Becas stood at the doors of the Bar on the phone, then eyes are on Emily. “It’s about somebody who I was in college with. At the time I was in a relationship with someone else, but I knew from the first time we met at a party, she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She is amazing and helped me get to where I am now, without her support I don’t know what I would be doing.”

The Bellas still look at Emily, trying to see a reaction to what they are hearing. The tears have stopped, instead there is just confusion written all over her face. Beca’s now walking closer to the group, and somehow the Bella’s are understanding of what’s going on. Still sitting down in the booth, they let Beca carry on. “It has always been her, I can only hope that she feels the same way.” Emily looks up to Chloe and sees the smile on her face, with a slight nod, she turns and looks at what Chloe was indicating. Over her shoulder she sees Beca standing there. “Emily, I love you.”

Emily shoots out of the booth and throws her arms around Beca. Small squeals coming from the Bellas, “I love you too Beca, I’ve always loved you.” She pulls away, looking into teary blue eyes, leaning slightly to lean into the kiss. Fat Amy picks up Beca’s phone to tell Mark to phone back as “Bemily” is too busy making out. The other Bella’s interrupting the two girls as they gather to all hug Beca.

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Bemily and “drunk enough to say that I love you”

Title: Hidden Bathrooms 

Ship: Emily Junk/ Beca Mitchell 

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It was supposed to be a simple work function; Emily had resigned to the fact that she would stay for a few hours, smile, and make small talk, then come up with an excuse as to why she needed to be home. Home wrapped in a fluffy blanket with a mug of hot chocolate hugged close to her, warming her hands.

That had been more than a few hours ago, and now Emily was more than a little drunk. Her generous boss had rented out a full bar for the night under the guise of a workplace meeting, and everyone was quick to take advantage of the fact, including her. She was on her fourth glass of champagne, pretending to listen to the dull slide that was being presented at the front of the room.

The bubbles burned her throat as she reached the bottom of the flute, licking her lips clean of the tart liquid. It sent a shiver down her spine that she masked by leaning back into the nice chair that was provided at the hotel.

They had to look like they were working, but Emily’s mind was miles away. It had found a place with the table to their left; a table of all the producers they had the pleasure of servicing every day. She would run and get coffee, she would scribble messages down on carbon paper and redirect gift baskets and flowers- and more importantly, keep their clients happy.

Most of them had a God Complex, including the man she worked for. He liked his drinks a certain temperature and his fruit arranged in bright colors only. Tired stuff that Emily memorized her first day in order to stay on the man’s good side. He rarely raised his voice with her, and when he did, she would never make the mistake again.

He laughed now, as the tech presenting finished up his speech. The room clapped and Emily kept her stare on Jesse like her life depending on it. Like she would drown in the very golden liquid that gave her enough courage to gawk in the first place. He was sitting too close to her.

“Em?”

“Hmm?”

She was pulled back to the other members of her table, they stared her expectantly and she flushed a bright pink. There was a waiter behind her, offering up another glass of champagne. She took one with ease and thanked her before taking two even gulps. It bit at her throat again, so she cleared it.

Jessica smiled nervously at the half-emptied basket of bread in front of them, the room had fallen into an easy conversation “Something on your mind tonight?”

Yes. Something was on her mind; that something, that someone, sat a mere seven feet away with her slim fingers wrapped around her own glass of red wine. She smiled an easy smile and squeezed Jesse’s arm every time he leaned close and whispered something drunkenly in her ear. It made her blood boil.

“No, I’m just” she waved her hand sluggishly in front of her face “listening,”

“More like pining,” Stacie spoke over the low buzz of the room.

“I am not. I am drowning my sorrows.”

The two other women shared an apprehensive look. Emily had nearly broken an apple in half with the sheer force of her squeeze when Beca walked into the break room two weeks back and moved around her for a coffee mug, fingers resting against the small of her back as she reached. It made Emily’s legs weak and her mind stopped racing for only a second.

“You should go talk to her.” The receptionist smiled wickedly into her drink.

“What? Absolutely not. She’s with her boyfriend, who is also my boss. You know how bad that would look?”

Jessica snorted “First of all, they’re not dating. Jesse just looks possessive because she agreed to sit next to him for this boring thing, and second of all, just because he’s your boss doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance.”

It did mean that she didn’t have a chance. She did everything in her power never to step on his toes. Mainly because he wore nice suede dress shoes and finely pressed suits. She couldn’t even begin to give legendary producer Beca Mitchell what he could.

She glanced over once more. She was running her thumb over the neck of the glass, nervously tapping a ring against the crystal as he spoke to her and she nodded passively. She looked how Emily felt, sick to her stomach.

Emily grasped her own glass and swallowed the rest of the sour liquid before excusing herself to go to the restroom. She elegantly walked around the tables and smiled when she was smiled at. As soon as she moved through the door of the function into the quiet hotel hallway, she let her shoulders slump.

She was drunk.

It made her mouth feel like cotton and her skin damp. She reached down and removed her heels, taking her down a few notches. The marble flooring was cool against the balls of her feet, and she left tracks of condensation as she struggled to remember which way the bathrooms were. Every hall was the same; a mix of royal gold and vibrant reds.

Eventually, she tracked down her destination and pushed past the door. She didn’t rush to a stall, instead, she flicked on the water and waited for it to get icy before dipping her palms under the stream of water and running it across her face.

She had smeared her mascara until the black bled to grey. Emily needed to ground herself, to not pay too much attention to the way her head was swimming. She would need to order a cab, despite living across the city. The fare would be cheaper than paying for a night at a place this fancy.

Emily had dawned a forest green dress. It popped against fair skin and was studded with small jewels. The neckline dipped a little too low, and each time she walked into a room, wearing something that sat at the back of her closet for months and months, she would pull her shoulders back in confidence.

Right now, Emily didn’t feel confident. She felt defeated. A certain sadness pulled at her, even though she considered the fact that she had nothing to be sad about. She hadn’t made a move with Beca Mitchell, and she had no right to feel as green as the dress she wore just because someone else had their eyes planted firmly there.

Emily drew in a sharp breath and tightened her stance the second the bathroom stall behind her creaked open. She hadn’t checked to see if she was alone, but she thrust her hands under a distinctly warm stream of water, scrubbing intently even though she hadn’t grabbed soap.

She couldn’t help her wandering stare in the gold-lined mirror.

Beca Mitchell flicked on the marble sink next to Emily and met her gaze with a charming smile. It was warm, and that familiar feeling shot up the girl's spine. She was suddenly aware of her messy makeup and her jittery hands.

“Are you trying to escape too?” Beca asked, taking a bit of orange-scented soap. She crinkled her nose as the odor hit her.

“I have been trying to escape since the invitation. Who rents out the bottom floor of a fancy hotel to discuss expansion plans? I mean, just say you bought a place in Vermont and get it over with.”

Beca laughed, a smooth sound “The presentations were engaging, at least. Best to take advantage of the full bar.”

“Trust me, I have”

Beca grasped at the paper towels and dried her hands offering one up to Emily as well. She took it gratefully and tossed it into the nearby trashcan. It circled the edge before falling in with a satisfying sound.

“Score,” She whispered to herself, invoking another smile.

“Not bad, hotshot.” Beca grasped another towel, running it under the water until it was soaked to a dark brown. “Do you mind?”

“Hmm?” Emily raised her fingers to the track of the producer's stare. She still had splotchy black makeup streaking her cheeks. She was fully content with waltzing back into the room filled with execs and their assistants looking like a raccoon. But the way the woman stared expectantly at her deterred her drunken train of thought. “Oh, yeah, sure”

“You should probably get some water,”

Beca sounded tender when she spoke. She pressed the warm cloth against Emily’s cheek and wiped softly until the grey and black faded away to slightly pink skin. The fingers of her other hand danced across the woman’s chin, so expertly placed, yet left there with no thought at all.

Emily breathed out, a mix of alcohol and mint filled the air. It mingled with the citrus of the soap. Beca stopped her movements, staring intently into Emily’s eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” Emily blurted out. She had sighed into the words and instantly straightened her stance. She snapped her mouth closed because she absolutely didn’t mean to blurt that out “I mean- you’re not beautiful. You are but you shouldn’t date Jesse. He’s totally a perfectionist, and not at all a bad guy, just not a good guy for you and”

Beca was laughing. It wasn’t in a cruel way; it was absolutely alluring in every single way. Emily finally silenced her thoughts and her words, and eventually, she started to laugh too. Part of her had sobered up, the other part was terrified.

“I’m not here with Jesse. I thought I would entertain him for one night, at the most. He’s persistent.”

That he is. It drove her to her own misery sometimes. But she admired his love for music. She was forever grateful that she wasn’t running insane errands like Jessica, or dangerous ones like Stacie. Instead- her only downfall was Beca; the charming producer that stepped in for a few months on behalf of another label.

“But,” She used the towel to wipe another streak of makeup from Emily’s skin “I have eyes for someone else.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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Bemily Week 19 Masterpost

Here is my masterpost for all of my works for Bemily week. I hope you enjoy :)

Day One: ‘The Bellas Find Out’

Day Two: ‘Secret Dating’

Day Three: ‘Road Trip’

Day Four: ‘Long Distance’

Day Five: ‘Oh No There’s Only One Bed’

Day Six: ‘Harry Potter AU’

Day Seven: ‘Childhood Friends’

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"the kids, they ambushed me." for bemily please?

Emily doesn’t really think twice about inviting Beca to come with her to her little cousin’s sixth birthday party—even though Beca talks to small children as if they’re adults, and grows noticeably irritated when children scream in restaurants.

To her credit, Beca seems to handle being around ten six- and seven-year-olds just fine. She only tries to talk to one of the kids about the state of the economy once before the subject is changed to monster trucks.

So Emily isn’t worried when she leaves Beca alone for a few minutes to run inside to help her aunt with some food prep.

When she comes back outside, Beca is standing uncomfortably in the driveway, soaking wet. Her eyeliner is running, giving her a raccoonish appearance. If that raccoon were dunked in a lake.

“What happened?” Emily asks, hurrying over.

“The kids,” Beca says, squeezing some water out of her shirt, “they ambushed me. With water balloons.”

“I am so sorry,” Emily says. ���Let me get you a towel.”

“It’s fine. Just get me some balloons,” Beca says, eyes narrowing. “Those kids won’t know what hit ‘em.”

“Beca, no,” Emily says firmly, putting her hands on the shorter girl’s shoulders. “No retaliation.”

Beca sighs. “Fine,” she agrees. “Does your aunt have any clothes I could borrow?”

“Sure,” Emily says, taking Beca’s hand to lead her into the house. “I’ll help you get out of your wet clothes,” she offers coyly.

Beca just answers with an, “Mm-hm,” looking over her shoulder at the group of kids playing.

“Are you still thinking about hitting the kids with water balloons?” Emily asks.

Beca at least has the sense to look somewhat guilty. “Yes.”

Emily rolls her eyes.

Maybe they should stick to adult events in the near future.

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Thursday Night (A Bemily One-Shot)

This is for @emilyjunk for making quality Bemily content and I wanna get back into writing…I have no clue what this flaming pile even is…it got real flaming’ at the end lmao lmao okie byeeeeee

For the past two months, Thursday night was officially Emily’s favorite night of the week.

It was the one night of the week that belonged solely to her…and her music…and Beca.

And not just for Bellas purposes or song writing purposes.

Thursday nights were meant especially for Emily and Beca to be together. The night off was spent usually in Emily’s dorm room with the two cuddled together in the freshman’s tiny twin bed, away from all the chaos and pressure of school, work, and Bella’s rehearsals. Nights were filled with soft conversation and stolen bites of each other’s meals, with their latest favorite songs playing quietly in the background. Thankfully Emily’s roommate had evening glasses and usually went away for the weekend, so they had the entire place to themselves – and none of the Bella’s usually bothered each other on these nights for school purposes and the knowledge that they’d spend the whole Friday afternoon together for rehearsals anyways. No interruptions, no distractions, just Emily and Beca alone to be themselves together.

“Please…” Emily pouted down at her older counterpart.

“Nuh uh…” Beca smirked, purposefully turning away from her…friend? Who she was secretly seeing less than platonically once a week?

“Please Beca…” Emily begged once again, this time pulling the older Bella by the waist so that the latter’s back was pressed into the freshman’s front.

“No way Em!” She fought her way out of the Legacy’s grasps but alas, Beca had the strength of a newly born doe compared to Emily.

This had been going on for a solid ten minutes now and was a regular occurrence on their Thursday night dates…hangouts. It wouldn’t be a Bemily Thursday night without a fight over the last bite of food. Tonight, it was a fight over the last eggroll from their Chinese takeout.

“But Beca! I paid this time!!” Emily whined as she continued to reach over for the eggroll. She couldn’t believe how difficult it was to do so, seeing how Emily’s arms are basically twice the size of the senior’s. But of course, Beca was stubborn and never shied away from a food fight.

“You didn’t even want them!” Beca argued. And that was a fact, Emily had insisted that she was only going to order enough for Beca to have because she wasn’t in the mood for them tonight. Of course, Emily was wrong. But Beca had just made it seem like she was eating the best egg roll in the world.

“But it looks good! Please Beca!” Emily pulled out the big guns and made her best puppy dog face. She sweetly batted her long lashes and the DJ had caved. It was Beca’s ultimate weakness and she was truthfully surprised Emily hadn’t pulled out that trick first. When a disgruntled groan traveled to Emily’s ears, she knew she had won. With hard eyes staring into Emily’s twinkling ones, Beca handed over her eggroll (but not without taking a bite of course).

Emily – who was completely unfazed – happily took the treat and began munching away. Beca – grumpy no more – shook her head at the happy girl…her girl? She would never admit it out loud, but Beca would give Emily anything she wanted in heartbeat just to see her happy. Over an eggroll, she rolled her eyes with a thought.

“Thanks babe.” Came Emily’s reply.

Beca’s eyes widened and before she knew it, Emily had placed a kiss on the corner of Beca’s mouth. The action had also caught the freshman by surprise and she immediately scooted back and fell off the bed.

“Oh my god!” She squealed before collecting herself; seconds later she was back on her bed next to Beca. The two sat speechless, a small gap between them created by their takeout containers, while coincidentally Fallingforyou by The 1975 played lowly from Emily’s speakers.

“I…I really like you Beca…” Emily said so quietly that Beca’s thoughts had almost kept her from hearing it. Beca’s heart was hammering in her ears and- oh my god am I gonna throw up?

What is happening?

What is happening?

What is happening?

What is happening?

What. Is. Happening?

“Beca…” Emily spoke up again, this time more timid and anxious as she rested her hand on Beca’s waist.

They were facing each other now, the 1975 still playing in the background, Emily’s teeth gnawing at her bottom lip while Beca’s eyes flittered around the room hoping to land somewhere other than the brown eyes she always found herself getting entranced by. Unfortunately, she had caught sight of Emily’s eyes turn down dejectedly due to Beca’s detached demeanor.

Fuck…sack up dude! Beca scolded herself.

She finally managed to snap out of her trance and focus back on Emily, placing her hand on the taller girl’s knee.

“You know I’m really weird about things like this Em…”

Oh god. Emily felt her chest clench up, not liking where the conversation was going. Luckily Beca had become an expert at reading the girl’s social ques and was quick to shut that thought down.

“Hey hey hey…relax Em…” The older girl encouraged, reaching up this time to cup Emily’s cheek. The Legacy immediately felt herself calm from just the contact.

“Remember when we were at the auto show and I had no freaking clue what I was saying to Komissar?”

Emily nodded, remembering the moment as how it happened perfectly. She was later asking Chloe what had just happened to her ever so collected captain and “Chlo said it was gay panic.” She said seriously and Beca could control the giggle that had escaped her lips.

“Yeah…Look Legacy…When I’m with you- god this sounds so cheesy and I feel really awkward but I’m trying and- fuck I’m really not good at this but- I – ugh- same.” She immediately groans because same? What the fuck? How lame can she be?

Emily giggles because yeah, that would be Beca’s reply. And suddenly the girl doesn’t feel as nervous if Beca did say she felt the same way.

“I’m sorry, I’m real shit at this Em…” Beca laughs at herself only slightly pathetically. With a shake of her head and a brush through Beca’s hair, Emily assures her that she’s doing alright.

“What I’m saying really contradicts the nonsense that’s coming out of my mouth right now…and its really corny – like movie theater popcorn corny – so I’m not used to this but…being with you, I know what to say and I don’t feel like word vomiting – wow that does not sound endearing or anything…fuck-“

“Beca!” Emily giggles and Beca feels herself relax when she’s being pulled into Emily’s arms.

“It’s…like this Em…”Beca says softly as she relaxes farther into Emily’s hold before toying with the rings on the girl’s fingers. Emily’s heart swells and like how Beca feels like this is really cliché but she likes it. “I never feel like I have to be someone I’m not when I’m with you. I can just be myself…and it makes me feel really…safe- oh my god can I stop now I feel really- I really like you Em.” Beca says now with more confidence as she turns in Emily’s lap, her legs straddling the younger girl’s torso.”

“I get it Beca…I feel the same way. And this…Us…I want this.” Beca feels on top of the world right now and the only thing that makes her feel like she’s not dreaming is the sensation of Emily’s hands lovingly running over her stomach above her top.

“Wow this is really- we’re really cheesy…Geez I’m really about to reconsider this relationship.” Beca jokes.

“Time to get used to it Beca. You’re stuck with me-” Emily smiles widely, her right hand bracing the back of Beca’s neck while the left cups her cheek

“I’m going in!” Emily giggles before bringing Beca’s face closer to hers.

“I can’t believe I’m dating the biggest dork on the planet.”

“Cutest dork on planet Eart-” Beca shakes her head and closes the gap between them, bring their lips together for a sweet kiss because she can’t handle not getting to kiss her cheeseball girlfriend any longer.

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[pitch-perfect-spookfest]

August is coming to a close, the weather is finally starting to cool off, and something wicked this way comes...

PITCH PERFECT SPOOKFEST 2023

COMING SOON.

[pitch-perfect-spookfest]

Oh what a cliffhanger!! We can't wait for tomorrow!! 😱🧡

Pitch Perfect Spookfest 23.5!

[greta--gill]

have i told you lately (i’m grateful you’re mine?)

Rated: M

Words: 8.8k

Status: 1/1

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Summary:

“Stick with me, okay?” Beca suggests gently, some part of her understanding Emily, the urge to prove herself and the little feeling that’s no doubt taking hold in the back of her head that whispers she doesn’t belong.

“I didn’t know it would be this hard,” she admits quietly. “I mean, who knew that ripping off gold pants was so much work.”

The comment makes Beca smile. “Definitely not me,” she assures, confused slightly by her own demeanor — usually her and Chloe’s roles are switched, but this unmistakeable care for Emily is too compelling to ignore. “Just… try not to get in Chloe’s way, okay? I know it’s probably an excuse you hear a lot, but we’re under a lot of pressure, so don’t ever feel like it’s you, dude.”

“Thanks, Beca,” Emily says earnestly. “I appreciate that.”

“Anytime.”

(Or, a study of Bemily and dancing — around the truth and then with each other — throughout the years.)

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[unholyhelbig]

Pearls | Emily x Beca

Title: Pearls 

Ship: Emily Junk/ Beca Mitchell 

Summary: Beca and Emily share a deep conversation while a party rages downstairs. 

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Emily felt the rain numb her skin. She could taste it, and smell it. The water was all-consuming and soaked through her yellow raincoat all the way to her fingertips. It fell in sheets and she simply wasn’t prepared for the magnitude of the storm. Even after she read the headlines in the papers, peering through the smoky windowpane of the bookshop until it’s grouchy owner chased her off.

She was dodging through the crowds of people holding their own bags and tattered umbrellas over their heads to block out the rain. A few of them grumbled obscenities at her but most ignored her labored breath and raw nose. She had pulled her hood up over her ears, and that seemed like the only part of her that remained dry.

Emily turned down a side street and ignored the rancid smell of day-old bread from the bakery, and then the equally as hollow scent of spoiled meat from the butcher. She hopped over trash bags and nearly took a tumble as she stopped to catch her breath at the corner; to check the watch that her father bought her ages ago. It was too fancy for her, but he was insistent. She was glad that it was waterproof.

There were already cars lining the street in front of their duplex. Their brake lights reflected like the pooling eyes of demons off the wet asphalt and their unmarked license plates spoke wonders. The people her family surrounded themselves with never drove anywhere. They had people to do that for them, people who were a lot better at parallel parking.

She steeled herself as her numb fingers gripped the doorknob and she quietly squeaked into the foyer. She was tracking dirt and water across the marble floor, but she didn’t’ care. If she could just sneak past the dining room and to the stone stairs without her mother seeing-

“Emilia Junk,” Busted.

Her heart sunk into her stomach, or launched into her throat; she couldn’t tell which one, but either way, that horrible feeling of dread washed over her. She had one hand on the stone and there was no temperature difference between the solid material and her own skin. She turned on her heel and the rubber sole of her shoe let out a brutal whine.

The woman held her chin high no matter the occasion; a fancy sweater covered her shoulders and a nice pair of slacks were pressed to perfection. She wore pearls, though, Emily assumed that a book club meeting was not that important. But she pulled the jewelry from the velvet box, even if she stopped for gas.

“Where is your shoe?” her mother asked.

Emily looked down at her feet; she had in fact lost a shoe somewhere along her sprint from the subway all the way home. She shrugged her shoulders “The giant mud puddle down the road demanded a sacrifice.”

She said it with confidence, even as she tasted stale rainwater. Emily had grown used to looks of disapproval from her parents to the point where she nearly craved it. The consequence she dreaded, but the annoyance sparked close to her skin.

Emily knew that the book club was today and all of her mother’s fancy friends would pretend that they read the latest mystery novels as an excuse to get drunk in the middle of the day like they needed one, to begin with.

Her mother fretted “Go upstairs and shower immediately. You will come back down to the party and greet our guests.”

She mock saluted and took one step before her mother wrapped her fingers around her wrist. It was hot compared to the ice of her skin and Emily had to admit, the shock bent her out of place a bit. But she would never reveal it. She glanced back.

“Be on your best behavior, Emilia.”

The rainwater that got on her mother’s fingers was rubbed together until they seeped into her skin. She looked at her with accusation for dirtying her perfect appearance before vanishing back into the living room. She heard the women fold around her mother like a saint. Like Jesus nailed to the cross, dawning the thorn circled crown. It would draw no blood.

Despite being caught, Emily took her time going up the steps. She opened her bedroom door, peeled off her raincoat and wet t-shirt before flopping down on the clean sheets. They smelled of detergent and made her want to curl into herself for the rest of eternity.

Fuck book clubs, and pretentious mothers, and pearls.

She stared at her ceiling; she must follow instructions at some point, but she couldn’t will herself to move. The rain still pattered against the windows and her bare skin ate the warmth of the heater up. A shower would ruin that. Putting on her nicest blouse and slathering on heavy makeup would ruin that.

“That doesn’t look like a shower to me.”

Emily didn’t look up at the voice. Instead, she gripped at one of the down pillows and shoved it over her face. She could feel a scream threatening to bubble out, but with her luck- the party downstairs would hear her frustrated growls, and then she would be done for.

Her mother didn’t trust her; didn’t trust her enough to do a simple task. She sent the driver of their unmarked Volkswagen to push her into compliance. Emily hated the idea of Beca more than she hated the fancy clothes, the extravagant beach house- and a book club that didn’t even read.

“Tell her I’ve caught a cold from all of her frigid rules.” She spoke into the pillow, breathing in lavender and warmth.

“We both know that wouldn’t go well.” She felt the bed dip. “Scoot over.”

Emily did as she was told for once. She pulled the pillow from her face and moved over enough for the driver to lie down next to her. They listened to the rain for a while before Emily frowned and looked at Beca; her features were pale and delicate like a porcelain doll, her eyes so blue they were almost other-worldly. Emily liked the way her lips curved, how a tattoo of flowers on her shoulder peaked out from the white button-down that she was forced to wear.

She had loosened her tie and rolled up the sleeves. She looked human; not like someone trapped in plastic. Not like someone trying to flash family jewels and softly pink pearls. “Beca?”

“Hm?”

“If you could drive anywhere in the city, where would you go?”

Beca frowned and glanced at Emily, her nose scrunched and she had a ghost of a smile on her face that one would deem charming in certain situations. “Why? Where do you want to go, Emily?”

“No, you can’t answer my question with one of your own. That’s against the rules.”

“I wasn’t aware we were playing a game.”

“We’re always playing a game.”

They both pulled their stares away from one another and returned them to the ceiling. Beca smelled like lemon and leather wax. It was earthy and thick, and both of them would get a lashing if they didn’t move in a few moments. But neither did. The rain continued to rush outside and the party buzzed on downstairs.

Beca began to toy with the top button of her shirt. “There’s a place downtown, by the old train tracks. A little bookstore that you have to climb what seems like a million stairs to get to, they sell the things that no one wants. The books with torn pages and notes written in cursive in the front cover because they meant something to someone at some point.”

She turned her head and her breath was hot against Emily’s throat. It made small bumps rise against her skin and her fingers curled into the duvet. “That’s where I’d go. I’d order a black coffee and give those books another chance to be loved.”

The rain enveloped them again, and Emily could feel the intense stare of the driver. It tore into her and mixed up her insides to the point where they were unrecognizable. She wishes she had glue to put them back together. To organize her thoughts and stitch them up.

“Do you think they read their book?” She whispered, finally moving her honey stare to Beca’s.

“I don’t’ think any of them gave it a first chance, must less a second.”

Emily swallowed the taste of rainwater that lingered on her lips and nodded. She thought of the way the novel sat on the glass coffee table, how the bookmark barely shifted through the pages. It moved to the nightstand once and then next to the pearls in the bathroom. And then nowhere, it became nothing.

She wanted to bite her tongue until her mouth filled with blood, until it dripped all over the nice sheets and the pristine carpets, just to defame another picture-perfect image of her family. To spit the crimson against the cross and the crown, to feed it what it deserved. She wanted to hop into the front seat of their car and go to that small shop that Beca mentioned.

“You never answered my question,” Beca whispered, voice gravelly. “Now, I don’t know what type of game we’re playing. But I’m sure that’s against the rules.”

Emily lifted a brow at the driver, confused, perturbed.

“Where would you like to go, Emily?”

“Anywhere,” her fingers moved up to her collarbone, a force of habit. Emily’s nails scratched pink lines against raw skin where pearls of the upmost importance would rest. “Anywhere but here.”

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Bemily Week  Day 7- Childhood friends

This is it guys. I absolutely loved writing all of those Bemily fics and I hope you liked them too. The end of bemily week certainly won’t stop me from writing bemily pics so don’t be shy and send me prompts you want me to write about. Hope you like this one :)

Masterpost                                                                                                         Title: Bee                                                                                                              Word Count: 1,2k (sorry, it’s a short one but I might do a sequel if you want one)

Seven years old Beca Mitchell was laying on the grass in her best friend’s yard. They were both starring up at the sky, enjoying the summer heat.

“Look! It’s a bee, just like you Beca!” Emily practically screamed in Beca’s ear, sitting up straight and startling Beca in the process. The small girl didn’t understand you Emily was comparing her to a bee. Emily clearly saw Beca’s incomprehension and explained what she meant.

“You know, a bee is scary, but when you look at it closer, it’s just small and cute.”

“I’m not cute,” Beca said with a frown.

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Holy CRAP what a fic, we were on the edge of our seats for the whole thing!!! Incredible!!! 😍🧡

ppsf23.8: unfinished business 

Words: 8908

Summary: Chicago suggests that Chloe gets therapy to help with her nightmares, following what happened on the USO tour. Chloe thinks the nightmares are the least of her worries. 

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hey i was wondering if you know any skater girl!beca fics! i've been looking for fics for ages but can only find ice skating ones. thank you in advance((:

Ok this took me a while to pull together but hopefully it's worth it. I've pulled out some completed stories with varying degrees of skater Beca. I hope you enjoy it. You also inspired me to do an episode about all these fics. You can listen here

Skater Beca Fics

A to Z Bechloe: G is for Grounded

by @bechloeislegit

Rated - M

Summary: This is 26 one-shots going from A to Z. That's right, every chapter's title will start with a letter of the alphabet going in order from A to Z and will be ALL BECHLOE.

The Barden Boardsliders

by Pootin

Rated - T

Summary: Beca has been living in LA as a sponsored skateboarder for the past three years. She got signed as soon as she left Barden, and consequently all her friends, which means that she's having a very lonely birthday.

But maybe a certain someone she's been thinking about a bit too much recently can change that.

Dr Junk

by @littleblackgoldfish

Rated - G

Summary: Beca's in pain, but at least her doctor is hot.

Punk Perceptions

by Asthedayfades

Rated - G

Summary: Chloe finds out that some of her new favorite songs are written by a girl that she turned down years ago.

You Were Out of my League

by Sylviewashere aka @briel-arson

Rated - M

Summary: Beca is a college dropout, skater chick who steals things for shits and giggles and is banned from multiple stores. Stacie is an actress, breaking out of her typical role in rom-coms and trying to shake the shitty reputation she has. Neither of them expected to meet the love of their life in the snack aisle of a Walmart, but their lives are anything but cookie-cutter.

You're All I Need

by Wherehopelies @emilyjunk

Rated - T

Summary: "Dating your best bud is like eating those crunchy bits at the bottom of the Mickey D’s fry bag. In theory, they’re still fries just like the long, potatoey ones. But in actuality, they’re way more fucking awesome. They’re the best part of even going to Mickey D’s. One second you’re eating regular fries and the next, you get to those fry bits and suddenly your ordinary Supersized fry is like, the best thing ever. Total fucking gamechanger."

Life is not a Love Song

by @becasbelt

Rated - T

Summary: Beca’s rough past has taught her to despise music, but when a bubbly ginger recruits her to join the Barden Bellas, she will be forced to come face to face with some harsh memories that she’s spent years trying to forget. And maybe – just maybe – she will learn to love music (and possibly something else) once again.

A retelling of Pitch Perfect in which Beca hates music, Chloe loves a cappella, and somewhere along the way they fall in love.

We Can do this Every Night

by @backtobasicbellas

Rated - T

Summary: Beca may be a bit of a skater, Chloe is in love with everything about Beca, and cuteness ensues.

The Friend

by Secret Heart33

Rated - M

Summary: Beca falls in love with her best friend, Chloe, for the first time when she is 12, but things do not go quite as planned. From there Beca learns her role as 'The Friend' and tries to put it all behind her when she moves away. What will happen when they meet again 6 years later at Barden University.

Mitchsen Prompt

by @incredibeale-archive

Rated - T

Summary: "You bought our son a skateboard?" Aubrey states as she glares at Beca.

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Links to my fanfics~ 

[edit, 5/19/24: I’ve decided to just start posting new things and chapter updates on ao3. I won’t delete my ffn account, but I won’t be posting anything new there as of this update]

The Morning After: Jade doesn’t want to get out of bed the day after dumping Beck. Tori is there to provide comfort for her. (Jori two-shot) ( ao3 | ffn ) 

Jori Ficlets: A collection of various Jori ficlets I’ve written while rewatching Victorious episodes on Netflix. Includes multiple scenarios and situations, all easily accessible through chapter titles. ( ao3 | ffn ) [ on hiatus ]

For the love of chicken pucks: Cat Valentine: Sam just sat up mid nap to say “There’s still chicken pucks in the fridge” before laying back down and going right back to sleep 😂 ( ao3 | ffn ) 

Forensic Files and late night texts: Tori had only been gone about a week, but it had felt like much longer to Jade. (Jori texting fic) ( ao3 | ffn )

Tori and the Halloween Surprise: Tori wants to show Jade her Halloween costume...or does she? (Jori one-shot) ( ao3 | ffn ) 

Candy Canes and Mistletoe: “You know what they say about mistletoe, don’t you, Vega?” she asked, once she had gotten herself under control. “You have to kiss what’s under it.” ( ao3 | ffn ) 

The Bedtime Story: Tori discovers the bedtime story that Jade had been reading to their children. (Jori one-shot) ( ao3 | ffn ) 

(1) new mms: Jade was just taking another sip of her coffee when she heard her phone ping, and looked down to finally see a message from Tori. ‘Jaaaade, that sooooo wasn’t fair!’ ( ao3 | ffn )

Of Juice Monsters and coffee: “Jaaade,” Tori called softly. “It’s time to wake up now.” (Jori one-shot) ( ao3 | ffn )

no work and all play: From the moment that Jade laid eyes on Tori from across the small store she worked at, she knew it would be anything but an ordinary work day. ( ao3 | ffn ) 

Getting me through the night: While waiting at the airport for her flight home, Emily and Beca exchange some steamy texts. (Bemily two?-shot) ( ao3 | ffn )

speeding ticket (re)payment: Jade gets arrested and wants to fight her speeding ticket. Lucky for her, Officer Vega can think of a way she can do that. (Jori one-shot) ( ao3 | ffn )

Baby, that’s all we need: It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment that they fell in love with the little girl, but from that moment on, they knew she was theirs. (bechloe one-shot) ( ao3 | ffn )

(stupid) Late night question: “If you punch yourself and it hurts, are you weak or strong?” (bemily one-shot) ( ao3 | ffn ) 

Bemily ficlets: A collection of Bemily ficlets. (updated periodically) ( ao3 | ffn ) 

Three Women and a Baby: Beca felt another tired smile cross her lips when a moment later she saw Chloe leading Aubrey over to the bedside like an overexcited child running to the tree on Christmas morning. (triple treble babyfic) ( ao3 | ffn ) 

bound and blindfold: Tori hadn’t been expecting Jade to slip a blindfold over her eyes as the final touch to what was already something very out of the ordinary. (jori one-shot) ( ao3 | ffn ) 

bright and early: “Well, if you let me make you a little late today, I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” Tori offered, arching an eyebrow. ( ao3 | ffn ) 

Valentine’s Day: In which Tori and Jade celebrate Valentine’s Day. ( ao3 | ffn )

Of secrets and seclusion: Aubrey didn’t say anything; Beca had planted a seed, and she had to admit that now she was interested in seeing it bloom. Or, Beca and Aubrey have a quickie in a secluded area of Disneyland. ( ao3 | ffn ) 

Just one more: Beca’s mind was hazy. Her body was exhausted. She needed a shower...but she also needed just one more orgasm. ( ao3 | ffn )

Just like a tattoo (I’ll always have you): Aubrey had just been innocently sitting at one of the umbrella tables on campus and sipping her coffee when she noticed something that would inevitably change her life. ( ao3 | ffn ) 

Intimate art: Aubrey sat back on her knees, finally satisfied with her work, and ready to take in the sight of her canvas in her entirety. ( ao3 | ffn )

Chloe’s Secret: “Beca, I just thought it was time to let you know I’m not wearing anything under my skirt.” (or, Chloe teasing Beca while they’re on a shopping trip) ( ao3 | ffn ) 

Aubrey’s Business Trip: In which Aubrey, Beca, and Chloe have a Skype call while Aubrey’s on a work trip ( ao3 | ffn )

Hellbent: She might not remember you. It sometimes happens when someone is put into a coma. ( ao3 | ffn )

Hazbin Hotel ficlets: A collection of various Hazbin Hotel ficlets. Includes multiple scenarios and situations, all easily accessible through chapter titles. ( ao3 | ffn )

Taking a Ride: “Are you excited to try riding me, mi princesa?” Vaggie asked, breaking one of the kisses as she rested her forehead against Charlie’s. ( ao3 | ffn )

In the Heat of the Night: “Next time, do not try to hide your heat from me, got it?” (Bemily, nsfw) ( ao3 | ffn )

Pick up (what I’m putting down): In which Charlie’s pick up line inspires trying something new (Chaggie, nsfw) ( ao3 | ffn )

[fic list last updated on 5/19/24]

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Hello Spookateers!!! We're so excited to be launching Pitch Perfect SpookFest for 2023, and whilst we're still a week out from the official launch date, we thought we'd give you a look at our timeline for our favourite spooky event of the year!!

11/9 to 17/9 - Prompt Submissions 18/9 to 24/9 - Prompt Voting 25/9 - Prompts Released 24/10 to 31/10 - Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2023

More information on what kind of prompts we're looking for as well as rules for submissions and the like will be available on the 11th, until then get your spooky little fingers ready to start creating 🎃😈🧡