Becemily oneshots// 2018

❤️ sick ❤️

Chapter Text

"Beca Renée Mitchell, sit down now." Emily ordered, standing in front of the stairs leading from the loft to downstairs. Beca ran a hand through her messy brown waves of hair and rolled her eyes, grabbing a beanie feebly to hide her mess of hair. "I'm serious, I'm not going to allow you to walk out that door and infest the rest of campus with that nasty illness you've caught." Emily barked, pointing for Beca to crawl back to bed.

Beca had woken up this morning with a terrible fever and at first couldn't get out of bed. Amy - wearing an over dramatic face mask to 'protect herself' - ran to get Emily who called her teachers so she could stay with her girlfriend to take care of her, this is because when Beca gets sick she gets whiney and 'adorably pathetic' as Emily called it.

"Jeez, you sound more like my mother than my girlfriend." Beca replied in a nasal voice. "But, I'll be fine Em, trust me." Beca then walked towards the stairs, dodging Emily (read: stumbled past haphazardly), before letting out a massive sneeze, causing her to stumble backwards and almost topple over.

"Yeah, I don't think so." Emily giggled, taking Beca's laptop bag and notebooks, gently pushing the smaller girl to sit down on her bed.

"No, no, okay." Beca reasoned, standing up quickly before she stopped, eyes extending as she spread her arms out to keep balance. "Why is the room spin - nevermind." She croaked, holding a hand out. "I'll go to class and then work, and if I'm fine you have to buy the food tonight and if I'm not fine then I'll buy." Beca stated, Emily noticed how she was clinging on to her desk for support and, despite being clad in skinny jeans, Emily's hoodie, a long-sleeved t-shirt and beanie, she was shivering (and she hadn't even gone outside).

Emily already knew the winning result.

She so badly just wanted to say no and tuck Beca into bed but she knew how stubborn the girl was, plus Amy did always tell her to try have a bit more fun.

"Okay baby." Emily hummed, pulling Beca close to her by the drawstring of her hoodie, the shorter girl stumbling forward and latching her trembling hands on to Emily's arms. Emily looked down at her and bit down on her lip; Beca's nose was already bright red from the ridiculous amount of times Beca had sneezed or blown her nose, her eyes were red and puffy and her hair was a mess tucked under her red beanie. Emily wanted so badly just to hold her till she got better. She new trying to get Beca to call in sick would be a losing battle but she had to try, despite the silly bet she just agreed to - gosh, why did she agree? Probably because she could do with some free food.

"O-okay?" Beca asked, voice nasal as she sniffed heavily. Emily nodded simply as Beca offered a weak smile. "Cool, I'll see you later baby." Beca sniffed again, tilting on to her tiptoes for Emily to kiss her.

"I don't want your germs." Emily teased, pushing Beca away with her index finger. Beca rolled her eyes.

"I'm fine Em." She grunted, walking towards the stairs (read: tripped over her own feet in a sick haze before grabbing the bannister and hoisting herself up) and waving goodbye. "Don't miss me too much." She attempted a smirk that ended up looking like a lopsided smile that a drug addict might wear frequently.

"I doubt you'll be gone long." Emily sang, hearing Beca's feet pad down the stairs. Emily huffed out and fought the urge to run after Beca, throw her over her shoulder and just take care of her till she got better and - also importantly - make sure Beca didn't spread her plague across the rest of Barden.

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Emily sat at her desk with her work in front of her, she had hit play on spotify and Billie Eilish accompanied her as she worked but not two minutes into her work her phone rang.