Becemily oneshots// 2018

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"Bec, please, don't do this." Emily sighed, running a hand through her hair, causing it to stick up. Usually Beca would've smiled fondly at her, finding her absolutely adorable. Normally she she would be laughing a little before running a gentle hand through the taller girl's hair. However, right now was not a place for that. Instead Beca stormed off, shoving her hands in her pockets and trying to conceal her scowl.

"What?" Beca asked, turning around and fixing Emily with her best glare. "Do what, Emily?" She tilted her head and folded her arms tightly. "I can't look at you, apparently, hooking up with Benji and not get pissed off?" She growled.

"Beca! I'm not hooking up with him!" Emily snapped - and seeing Emily snap made Beca flinch as she is known to be the most patient person on earth. "For god's sake! Not every single person I glance at is someone I have a crush on!"

"That kiss at the World's said otherwise." Beca snapped back. "And the fact that he kissed you just now and you seemed to make no movement to pull away at all! Christ, Em. You're clearly just using me to get over your feelings for him when he went out with Cathy." Beca felt the tears stinging at her eyes as she gripped her hair and sighed.

"Beca, baby, I promise I never thought of you like that." Emily attempted, trying to reach forward and hold her. "Beca, please. I tried to pull away I swear!"

"No, Em!" Beca snarled, lashing away. "You fucking kissed him and you're telling me you don't have feelings for him? You told me that you never had feelings for him, then why the hell did you kiss him at the worlds? And why the hell did you not pull away just now!" Beca was fuming, her words sharp like a knife.

"I swear you don't trust me do you?" Emily fought back, her words trying to drown out the sobs rising in her throat. "You've never trusted me. You don't even believe me Beca."

"I believed you till I saw whatever that was!" Beca yelled. "What are we even doing here? We've been dating for how long and we still haven't told anyone and I swear to God, if it was Benji you were dating instead of me you would be wearing him on your arm 24/7. You'd never be embarrassed of him like you are of me." Beca snapped. Emily felt the dam break; Beca knew goddamn why she didn't want to say anything. Beca felt a slight pang of guilt but made no move to take back her sharp words. Emily fell silent, her mind focused on trying to hold back her tears.

"I'm not a toy you can just pick up and use when you like Emily." Emily still sat, wordless. "I'm not some experiment for you to figure out whatever shit fest you have going on with Benji. I don't care what you say but I'm done with... whatever this is, alright?" Emily sat, fists balled up as Beca began to walk away. "I'm done."

"Heard you the first fucking time." Emily snapped back, her voice shaky from trying to conceal her crying. Beca felt the constant hit of guilt on the back of her head; it hurt like someone hitting her repeatedly with a frying pan but she didn't turn; she kept walking and it stung like a bitch. Hurting Emily stung like a bitch. But she's just too damn stubborn to do what she wants most: to turn around and sprint back to her, tackle her in a hug and hold her and tell her she's sorry and that... that she loves her.

Emily didn't come back to the Bella's house that night. Beca would never admit it but she grew worried for the tall brunette's whereabouts. Stacie made sure to call her and Beca found herself biting her nails and feeling the hit of guilt at the back of her head, she felt like an asshole for ever hurting Emily. Beca, somehow, found herself standing in the doorway of the family room - aka where Stacie was on the phone with Emily asking if she was okay. And then Beca found herself face to face with Stacie post-phone call and when she was pulling on a jacket.

"Where's Emily?" She asked, her voice trying to find balance and not reveal how she was feeling but her eyes gave it away from their pleading nature.