Shortly into her freshman year at Barden University, Beca Mitchell discovers the magic of the library. Not for studying, obviously, but because it’s one of the only places on campus she can escape from her annoying roommate for a few hours. She’s not the only one not studying, though... almost everyday she sees the same girl napping on a notebook of song lyrics at the table next to Beca’s. She probably wouldn’t care, honestly, it’s just that her lyrics are really good, and maybe the girl is really cute...
I want to (not) taste him on you (Pitch Perfect Beca/Emily fic rec)
i want to (not) taste him on you by LittleBlackGoldfish / @littleblackgoldfish
Beca Mitchell/Emily Junk (Bemily) (f/f); a bit of Luke/Beca and Luke/Emily
Pitch Perfect (Movies)
Completed, 1 chapter, 11k words, 2022
Rating: Not Rated (nothing too graphic)
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
No Barden, no Bellas, AU; cheating (but from the point of the cheated upon person: Beca), stalking (sort of), enemies to lovers (sort of)
Author's summary:
Beca is going to save her relationship. She is.
In the privacy of her own head she can admit that things have been… not great between her and Luke these last few weeks (months). There was nothing specific she could point to. No big fights or anything. Just a growing distance. Which is how she finds herself into her sexiest lingerie - thought barely deserving of the name - and then into her car and driven four hours to surprise him, things do not go to plan.
Bemily Week 2022 Day 2 - Enemies to Lovers
My notes:
This is one of the things I love so much about fanfiction. This is clearly Beca, a character I know and love, but in a slightly different universe and in a situation, I have not seen her in before.
The setup is a bit cracky. Not so much in the crazy, funny kind of chacky, but a bit more the cringy, "oh god, girl, what are you doing" kind of chracky.
Beca is together with Luke (WTF, you might think), but thankfully we neither get to see a lot of Luke and their relationship in this fic (don’t worry that the fic is also tagged Beca/Luke), nor a lot of Luke/Emily, as this is a Beca centric fic and told exclusively from her POV.
The fic is very well written and Beca's characterization is spot on. Wonderful fic, a masterpiece, highly recommended.
Favorite Quote
On autopilot Beca offers back her own hand, "Beca."
Behind her she hears, in a soft whisper "... Beca… "
The entire situation is fucked sixteen hundred different ways from Sunday, but the absolute stupidest part of it is that Beca never actually introduced herself. Completely insane.
Notes:
Image credit: Anja from Pixabay
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uswnt player emily junk and her music producer gf beca mitchell (who nearly gets kicked out of every game she goes to bc she! won’t! stop! bringing! the! stupid! sign!)
summary: chloe plans a surprise spring break trip for the bellas, who have been working hard on the worlds setlist. unfortunately for beca and emily, the beach house she books ends up being one bed short.
(for day 5 of bemily week - oh no, there's only one bed)
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When Emily comes back, the sound of the door clicking closed behind her is reminiscent of a gunshot. Beca is unnaturally still as Emily slides under the covers beside her.
The two of them lie in silence for a moment, before Beca realises that something about their situation is fundamentally wrong. Emily must realise it too, because they glance at each other and exchange sheepish expressions.
“The lights,” they both say.
Emily slips out from under the covers with a breathy laugh and flips the light switch. The room doesn’t plunge into complete darkness, not with the moon shining so brightly outside their window, but Beca is grateful for even the slightest reprieve.
Beca Mitchell and Emily Junk were notorious for, to put it plainly, hating each other’s guts. Though they had a similar circle of friends (whom they hung out with separately - for obvious reasons) the two were Barden Secondary School's famous frenemies… minus the friends part. Really just the enemies part.
Their friends would find it interesting (read stressful) whenever they would cross paths, one half being with Beca, the other with Emily. None of the girls were exactly sure about why they hated each other, all they knew is that they did and that they would be the ones listening to the endless amount of complaints about the other girl.
But none of that can provide any sort of explanation as to why Emily has Beca pushed up against a library shelf.
Which, to say, it not a place Emily thinks much good can ever really happen no matter how muches she wishes it to.
Especially with the Bellas. Someone’s always too drunk, there’s always a near death experience, and everyone’s lucky to make it out alive.
It wasn’t something Emily was expecting though.
Seriously, out of all the things that could’ve happened, Beca Mitchell - yes, The Beca Mitchell - had her arm around Emily’s waist, her head resting against her shoulder.
The guy adjacent to them gave Beca a very confused look. Probably wondering why Beca’s interest suddenly ran out the door when the real reality of the situation was that Beca never had any interest.
Still, it happened and somehow Emily finds it happening more often.
“Hey,” Beca leans against the island in the Bella House, “can I uh,” she scratches her nose, “ask you something?”
Emily blinks, “Sure!”
Beca looks around, leaning forward even more, and Emily wonders what the big deal is.
“Can you be my go to?” Beca’s voice is low; secretive.
“Your what?” Emily’s eyes widen.
Beca rolls her eyes and circles the island. She huffs and then shrugs her shoulder, barely making eye contact, “Can you like pretend to be my girlfriend when we go out? I don’t like,” she stumbles over her words for a moment, something Emily finds incredibly adorable, ”like people.” Beca sighs, “You know my fake girlfriend?”
She’s pretty sure she stops breathing. Beca waits anxiously and all Emily can do is stare down at her, heart racing because Beca Mitchell is asking her to be her girlfriend Fake girlfriend, but still. Emily’s had a thing for Beca since she first saw her at Hood Night.
Which, alright wasn’t that long ago, but still.
So while the request should make her heat sink because she’s 98.89% sure the situation is going to end in her heartbreak, after Emily’s heart stops pounding she slams her hand on the table with a, “Yes!”
“Cool.” Beca blinks, looks away, and then leaves.
‘Cool’ Emily thinks when Beca’s hand is in hers, warm against her cold. Beca is currently leaning against her while they sit at the club bar, turning down an offer with a tall blonde. Beca’s hair is soft against Emily’s bare shoulder and Emily’s pretty sure she’s died and ascended to another plane of existence when the blonde walks away and Beca kisses her hand. (It’s probably just to prove a point, but Emily’s gonna take it) ‘Cool’ she tells herself when Beca leaves for her room without much of a word other than, ‘thanks’. It’s all cool, Emily tells herself when she’s laying in bed, eyes watery because it really sucks every time they leave the bar or club and the charade ends.
Sometimes it doesn’t always end like that. Sometimes Beca will hold her hand until they’re at the Bella House. They’ll hang behind the others and talk about music ideas or why vanilla ice cream is so much better than orange sorbet. Sometimes Beca will keep kissing her even after the third party has walked away and they’ll smile at each other afterwards instead of awkwardly going back to what they were doing.
That doesn’t mean it makes the situation any easier.
Emily is really, really starting to like Beca after all this. It’s not as if the bars and clubs are the only times they spend together either. Beca will hang around her more during Bella’s practice or sometimes Beca will show up when Emily’s studying on the Quad.
Which, is confusing because Beca doesn’t do this with her other friends. She doesn’t go out of her way to make a stop at other Bellas’ favorite burger places. Beca doesn’t sit so close to people that her knees are touching the other person’s.
Emily wants to entertain the idea that Beca feels the same way she feels about Beca. She wants to believe with every fiber in her that Beca’s dropping hints.
But Emily’s having a hard time wrapping her brain around the fact that The Big BM wants her.
So Emily doesn’t and she chalks it up to Beca going the extra mile to show off the fact that she is indeed ‘taken’.
It goes on for another month and a half. People approach Beca and Beca will wrap her arm around Emily’s waist, she’ll grab her hand, and tell the person her girlfriend is where her attention is going to be the rest of the night. They still sometimes walk out of the bar hand in hand. Emily’s pretty sure Stacie and a few other Bellas have noticed, but Beca hasn’t said anything so Emily keeps her mouth shut about it as well.
Then it happens. They’re celebrating the end of the first semester and by monday the house will more empty than it usually. Beca will be there and Emily will just being going home for Christmas.
“Hey!” Some guy with a faded mohawk approaches them in the club, his attention at her this time.
“HI!” Emily smiles, gripping her water bottle tightly because can practically feel Beca’s eyes on her.
“Do you wanna dance?” He grins, putting his hand out.
Emily looks at Beca who seems to be expressionless, but from Emily’s been able to learn since they’ve been doing this is that Beca’s far from indifferent about the situation.
“Sorry,” Emily frowns a bit, “I’m here with my- my friend.”
“Oh.” He smiles more, turning to Beca, “Well, in that case would you both like to dance?”
Beca narrows her eyes and Emily knows it’s over. “No thanks, now get lost.”
He does (like an actual decent guy) and Emily looks to Beca who’s smirking at her.
“You were jealous?” Emily questions, taking a step towards Beca.
Beca’s widden, “No!”
It just makes Emily grin and her chest swell with giddiness, “Yes you were!”
Huffing, Beca crosses her arm, turning her body away away from Emily, “So what if I am?”
“Maybe you..” Emily trails off, thinking her words over. If she says anything it could change everything and that scares her. It scares her that Beca might walk away and never speak to her again, but it also scares her that maybe Beca could be feeling the same way because that just might mean Emily could have the real thing. “Like me?”
“Of course I do.” Beca takes a sip of her drink.
Emily’s heart races and all she can do is stand there, waiting for Beca to say more.
“We’re part of the Bellas.”
“Oh,” Emily sighs, “right. But uh,” she shifts her weight and looks anywhere but Beca, “I meant like, you know more… than that?” She squeezes her eyes shut, waiting for a response.
She feels, what she assumes is Beca’s hand on hers. “Emily, look at me.”
Taking a deep breath, Emily opens her eyes. At first all she sees is the crowd, dancing and celebrating, Beca in her peripheral view. Then she looks, really looks at Beca.
“Let’s go home, this place sucks.” Beca takes Emily’s hand and leads her out of the building.
They walk like that, hand in hand, all the way back to the house.
“You’re mad at me.” Emily concludes when they’ve reached the house. “I’m so sorry, Beca. I shouldn’t have said anything and I totally and completely understand if you don’t ever wanna see me again. I wasn’t thinking. I mean, I was but I was thinking about me and that’s- that’s selfish and I’m so sorry, Beca. I’ll never-”
“Emily!” Beca interrupts. “Shut up okay?”
Emily swallows and watches as Beca opens the front door, turning on the lights. Emily follows Beca into the house, shutting the door behind her as they walk into the hallway.
Suddenly, Beca turns around, looking up at Emily with a sorry look and Emily braces herself for the inevitable heartbreak. So she does the same thing she always does and shuts her eyes.
Except Beca’s hands are on her face and Beca’s asking her to open her eyes.
“I’m gonna kiss you.” Beca tells her.
And Beca does and it’s not in front of anyone. It’s in the empty house and Emily can feel a buzz in her head as Beca’s lips press against her.
In Emily’s opinion it ends too soon.
“We always kiss out there so I thought if I came back here and kissed you it would mean it’s real.” Beca explains, looking at the ground before looking back at Emily, “And I’ve- I wanted it to be real. I’m guessing you did too from what-”
“Yes!” Emily exclaims, completely interrupting Beca without a care, too excited to contain herself. “Yes!”
“So you’ll be my girlfriend?”
“Yes, oh my stars, oh my stars. Yes!” Emily pulls Beca closer, hugging her, nearly lifting Beca off the ground.
“Lift me off the ground and I swear!”
“Okay, okay.” Emily releases Beca, taking a step back, smiling with excitement.
Beca puts her hands in her face and screams briefly.
“Are you okay?” Emily asks wide-eyed.
Beca drags her hands down her face, revealing a very Beca grin. “Yeah, I just was like, so sure that wasn’t going to happen.”
“Well, believe it girlfriend. We’re girlfriends!”
“Don’t say it like that ever again.”
“Okay.”
Emily knows it started in a bar, but it’s officially starting in a house. Something that Emily finds very promising.
