#pp fic

[emilyjunk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chemily fluff. Just for fun

[bobby-lynnes-bra]

PP HCs I can’t get out of my head

Aubrey Posen is adopted. She feels pressure to succeed and perform well because she was “chosen” by her family. Subconsciously she’s always been afraid that if she’s just average they will send her back and find a “better” child to adopt and love.

Throughout high school Aubrey overloaded herself with extra-curricular activities in order to be the best at everything. She played lacrosse or soccer, was on the debating team, choir, played piano, violin or cello. Her parents encouraged her but never forced her to do these things. Encouragement fed Aubrey’s anxiety and fear about being successful.

Beca Mitchell’s parents split when she was super young and she resents her dad for moving on so quick and having another child. She feels he’s trying to “replace her”. As she gets older she doesn’t worry about that so much but her younger half-brother is successful and smart.

She never resents her brother though, she loves him.

Her dad has thrown the odd remark her way about “your brother is so good at blahhh, why can’t you be more like him”, not realizing that Beca fully encourages her little brother and helps him out with homework etc.

Chloe grew up around fighting but she had no siblings or help to distract her from that. Her broken home never separated like Beca’s. She had to create her own distractions which is why she took up singing. “You can’t hear the endless arguments if you sing loud enough” she tells herself. I also like to think that her desperation in trying to distract herself with singing helped cause the nodes.

This is partially why the Bella’s are important to her. Chosen family.

It’s also why we see her refrain from swearing and arguments as much as possible especially in PP1 where she avoids choosing between Beca and Aubrey. She doesn’t want her chosen family to be broken either and she struggles separating that from her biological broken family.

Chloe has already had her share of heartbreak but not from friends or lovers, it was from her parents (the people who are supposed to protect and nurture you) and it’s why she deserves her happy ending with her rain cloud.

[snowtamale]

I saw your post and are you still taking prompts? Could you do something maybe not angstey with Make Me Feel?

A/N: This is brought to you by the person in the middle seat on my flight back from Hawaii who kept trying to read over my shoulder as I wrote. (Also sorry for the epic delay in prompt fills. I was at a friend’s wedding last week.)

The first beams of sunlight peek through the curtains and Aubrey groans as she pushes herself into a sitting position. She leans her bare back against the headboard, muscles relaxed, smiling when Stacie presses a quick kiss to the inside of her knee.

“So,” Stacie starts as she drags herself over tangled bedsheets, collapsing onto her stomach next to Aubrey, “what other skills do I need to master to sail on your ship?”

“Who says you’ve mastered that one?” Aubrey drawls, her eyes tracing the curve of Stacie’s ass.

Stacie scoffs, lunging for Aubrey. Aubrey laughs as Stacie grabs her by the waist and pulls her down onto the bed. She moves to flip them but Stacie throws a leg over her waist. Aubrey’s laughter fades into a wide smile when Stacie grabs her wrists and pins them to the bed above her head.

For a second, the ship is silent and the room is still. Stacie’s body is suspended over Aubrey’s and she’s all Aubrey can feel. The heat from where their thighs touch, the tickle from Stacie’s hair brushing against her cheek, the strong grip of Stacie’s hands pinning her wrists to the bed, the heady smell of them that fills the room- it’s all Aubrey can do to keep her breathing even. Then she hears Stacie’s voice low and intense, right next to her ear, and Aubrey can’t stop the shiver that runs down her spine.

“Do you need another demonstration?”

Stacie doesn’t wait for an answer before she’s pressing a hot, quick kiss to Aubrey’s mouth. Aubrey sighs as Stacie kisses her way down Aubrey’s neck, gasping when Stacie bites down lightly on her collarbone.

Then Stacie is climbing off her, sliding off the bed completely. Aubrey pushes herself back into a sitting position on the bed and watches Stacie saunter across the room.

“What kind of demonstration was that?”

Stacie shoots Aubrey a coy smile, but says nothing. She grabs the bottle of wine they never drank with their dinner, uncorking it with ease and then tilting her head back and drinking straight from the bottle.

“Thirsty?” Stacie asks, offering the bottle to Aubrey, but Aubrey’s gaze is fixed on Stacie’s wine-reddened lips and she misses grabbing the bottle completely.

Stacie returns to the bed, nudging Aubrey’s knees apart with a gentle hand. She steps between Aubrey’s legs and tilts Aubrey’s head back with a gentle hand under Aubrey’s chin.

Stacie begins to pour the wine but some of the the wine accidentally misses Aubrey’s mouth, splashing onto Aubrey’s collarbone instead. The wine stains Aubrey’s skin purple, making a long trail down Aubrey’s sternum towards her stomach.

“Usually mastery doesn’t involve mistakes,” Aubrey points out, catching a few errant drops on her fingertips before they stain the sheets.

“Who said that was a mistake?”

The bottle thuds against the wooden floor when Stacie sinks to her knees in front of Aubrey. She presses a kiss to the center of Aubrey’s chest, almost spreading the wine for a moment before she licks it away. Aubrey shivers as Stacie lazily retraces the wine’s path with her tongue on Aubrey’s chest.

When Stacie finally pulls away with wine-stained lips, Aubrey is sitting at the edge of the bed, her eyes closed. Her back is rigid and she inhales shakily, her body still buzzing from the feeling of Stacie’s mouth on her skin. Aubrey tries to control her breathing, tries not to think about the warm body kneeling between her legs, tries to forget how Stacie’s tongue felt on her skin moments ago, tries to remember patience.

(She fails.)

“Aren’t you supposed to be proving your mastery?”

“I don’t know if you’re ready-”

“Stacie,” Aubrey interrupts, grabbing one of Stacie’s hands and shoving it between her legs. “I’m fucking ready.”

[zulasdubu]

How about a bemily prompt where one leaves sweet post it notes around the house/apartment for the other? Can either be pre relationship or established relationship, but anon messages does seem to be more intriguing as opposed to knowing who is writing them from the beginning.

Guess who got off her butt and wrote because no exams till Monday?

Read here on AO3!

The notes started appearing frequently about halfway through GCSE season (or living hell for UVths) but the first started right at the beginning.

“‘Don’t hate Mondays, make Mondays hate you’.” Beca frowned at the bubblegum pink sticky note that was left on her headphones. She thinks she passed out on the sofa as her last memory is studying in house study with her layer. Someone (she figured Stacie) had carried her up to her room and tucked her into bed (that part seemed more Chloe). 

She rubbed her eyes and squinted at the note again, seeing a cartoon cat doodled next to the cursive writing. She found the smallest hint of a smile tug the corner of her mouth up as she stretched.

(ft Beca with glasses + boarding school au because I can)

[slushhpuppy]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Emily Junk/Beca Mitchell Characters: Beca Mitchell, Emily Junk, Fat Amy (Pitch Perfect), The Bellas Additional Tags: road trip au, sort of slow burn, Song Inspired, Maybe a little angst

New chapter up! Sorry for the wait you guys, things have been busy. Hope you enjoy this one though! 

[emilyjunk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ship: Chloe Beale/Emily Junk Rating: Teen, for implications of sexy times Summary: Set several years after PP3, Chloe's in the midst of vet-school when Emily moves to NYC for a new job and the two reconnect. Featuring a lot of sappy goo from two sunshine girlfriends, anxiety management, and a lot of clichés, like just how good Emily looks in Chloe's t-shirt.

[emilyjunk]

Pitch Perfect Horror Week - Day 2: Unusual Familiars

Day 2 Summary:  Beca and Emily test the waters of vampire lore, leading them to discover a cool vampire trick. Beca's attempt to find answers doesn't go as planned.

[READ CH2 ON AO3]

[emilyjunk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Pairing: Beca Mitchell/Emily Junk Wordcount: 11k Rating: T for SWEARS Summary: Fall themed coffee shop au Snippet:  “'This is just like the movies,” Jesse explains. “You’re like this public-ish figure and nobody understands you, but you’re always getting recognized and it’s made you extremely jaded. Enter: a cute and smiley barista who has absolutely no idea who you are and yet, is completely smitten with you. The setting: a beautiful LA autumn. As the air cools, our reluctant hero’s heart warms. As the leaves fall, so does one Beca Mitchell.”' Author’s Note: tip your baristas love u thx bye