Hey there! Can you write a Bemily fic where Beca is afraid of thunderstorms? Maybe coz of something that happened when she was younger? Cue protective Emily :-)

Beca frowns at the sky, watching the dark clouds start to roll in. She can smell rain on the breeze and hopes it’s just going to be some light showers. She does her best to push the thought to the back of her head as she walks to practice, she had more important things to worry about than the weather. 

THey’re half way through their set when the first crack of thunder rolls through the clouds, making Beca stumble into Emily, nearly knocking them both over. “Shit, sorry, I stepped on my own foot,” she lies easily, her cheeks burning. 

“You’re okay,” Em replies, offering her a soft smile that the older girl can’t quite return. “You are okay, right?” 

Beca just nods, heading over to her computer to restart the set. She manages to make it through it, pretending that the rolling thunder is just bass. By the time Chloe is satisfied and they can leave, Beca is wound up like a spring. 

“Beca,” Emily’s soft voice says from behind her and somehow it still makes her jump. “What’s wrong?” 

Beca swallows hard, squeezing her hands together before turning around, that fake smile plastered on her face. “Nothing, I just really need some coffee,” she replies, biting the inside of her cheek hard enough to bleed. 

Emily raises a brow at her, hands on her hips. “Don’t lie to me,” she says softly but sternly. 

Beca opens her mouth to reply only to snap it shut when a rather loud crack of thunder echoes through the auditorium. She flinches hard, a soft squeak escaping her lips and then suddenly Emily’s arms are around her. 

“I’ve got you,” The taller girl murmurs and Beca can’t help but wrap her arms around her waist. 

“So, did something happen to make you afraid of thunder?” Emily asks, running her fingers through Beca’s hair slowly. 

They’ve been curled up in Emily’s bed since they got back, Beca feeling much more relaxed than she would have trying to drown the storm out with her music. 

“My parents worked a lot when I was a kid and I had this babysitter that was just…the worst,” Beca starts, burying her nose in Emily’s sweater. “One night it was storming really bad and my parents were late and this prick of a girl told me that they could have gotten into an accident from the storm.” 

“Oh, that’s shitty,” Emily hums, her brow furrowed as she kisses the top of Beca’s head. 

“Right? So, she puts me to bed and the storm gets worse and I remember sitting up staring out the window and there was this huge crack of thunder,” she murmurs, biting her lip. 

“And this tree next to my window, I think the wind finally got hard enough that it made the branch snap and it came crashing through the top of my window,” Beca shakes her head a little, balling her hands into fists. 

“So, not only was I now soaking wet from the rain, but I had glass all around me and I didn’t know if my parents were ever coming back and it was just…a lot for an eight-year-old to deal with,” Beca sighs, nuzzling Emily. 

“My babysitter comes flying into my room and sees everything and I’m in a ball on the floor and I was bleeding, but I didn’t know that I thought I was just soaked from the rain,” Beca has to pause as another crack of thunder sounds and smiles slightly when Emily squeezes her gently. 

“So, this girl has to take me to the hospital and try to get ahold of my family, cause you know, cell phones weren’t really a thing when I was eight,” Beca snorts, relaxing her hands so she can slide them under Emily’s shirt. “It was just…yeah.” 

Emily pulls her closer, nuzzling into Beca’s hair. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” she says softly, her free hand squeezing Beca’s hip. “I’ll protect you, okay?” 

“My own personal knight, how lucky am I,” Beca smiles, tilting her head up so she can kiss Emily’s jaw. “Thank you,” 

“Anything for you, baby.” 

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