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benji and beca are such an underrated duo nobody is doing it like them. did we forget that benji is the reason the bellas even qualified for the nationals finals in the first place and he did it BECAUSE OF BECA

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Triple Treble Prompt-Chloe (a vet) & Aubrey (a lawyer) are dating but feel as if something is missing. After a long day at work & heading home for the night, Aubrey gets attacked. She is later saved by Beca (parkour delinquent & part time DJ), but just as Aubrey is about to thank her. Beca leaves without a word when they hear sirens. Chloe learns what happened & both searched for her but had no luck. One day at work, Chloe sees a girl, Aubrey’s rescuer, in the lobby with an injured dog.

[A/N: Again, this was a lot, and I tried my best to keep it to the prompt. Tell me What you think] 

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Beca held the animal close, her warm sense of self wavering like it always had in situations like these. She had a strong disposition, one that prevented her from shedding a tear when she saw that movie about the boat (She hadn’t even bothered to remember the title.) And the one time she came crashing to her knees and shattered her elbow when she first started riding her skateboard.

But animals were different. She refused to watch Marley and Me, she pulled back at the thought of kill shelters and videos where dogs didn’t’ get a happy ending. That’s the only reason she had melted, the only reason she let her ice-cold heart thaw out enough to pull her into this random 24-hour emergency vet.

The blood had wicked into the fabric of her white t-shirt, staining it with a sharp splotch that made her want to strip and scrub it out. She was angry, tears in her eyes. Who had the gumption, the stomach, to hit a poor animal and then leave it on the side of the road to perish? She certainly didn’t. The scent still thick in her lungs as the mutt whimpered softly in her arms.

It wasn’t a pretty dog, even if it hadn’t been hurt the way it was. Its hair was straw colored, and eyes a muddy brown- well, one was. The other shone so blue that it was almost earth-shattering. They were pained, and his breathing was fast between whimpers of agony.

Beca let out a small sigh as she shifted in her seat, not by much. This place was packed, there was a man in the corner cradling his annoyed looking rabbit in his hands, little pink nose wiggling softly. A woman who wore a lot of layers clutched onto a cage with a multi-colored a bird in it. It was loud, Beca would have put her headphones over her ears if it weren’t for the agonizing wait in the room that smelled of urine.

“Shh,” She said, running her fingers soothingly over the dogs muffle, a pink tongue darting out in a moment of relief to thank her, in a way, to calm her as she fought against the urge to sob. The urge to march back there and grab the tech who kept telling her Five More Minutes and pull her over the counter.

“Beca Mitchell and-“A man spoke, he had pulled the brown door open, staring down at a clipboard. He noticed, noticed the woman who held the crying animal in her leather jacket. He abandoned trying to finish his call.

“I don’t want to move him,” She stated, earning a thoughtful nod.

“You found him like this?” His scrubs had little puppies on them, it made his features softer as he disregarded the blood that now pushed against his front. Beca pulled the door open for him, following dutifully down a hall that smelled like sterilization and antiseptic.

“Someone hit him,” Beca’s voice cracked despite herself. Her fingers were trembling.

He leads her into a small exam room at the end of the long hallway. There was a large light that hung over a metal slab table that looked frigid. Cold as the nurse placed the animal onto the surface with a small huff. There was a little stool, black and on wheels. It reminded Beca of her own checkups. Made her uncomfortable as she raised her fingers to play with her gold necklace.

“You guys were the only ones open, I couldn’t’ let him die.”

“You did a kind thing, Miss Mitchell.” He said, soothing her as if she were about to have a mental breakdown. She was sure that she was- eyes flicking to the large laceration above the dog’s eye. The blue one. The one that was so breathtaking. “Doctor Chloe Beale will be in right away. This is a high priority.”

Beca nodded with a sniff, pressing her back against the wall. She was left in a quiet state, the sound of the dog breathing painfully the only thing that took up the empty feeling in her stomach. She was running through her thoughts; she had gotten him here, she had done her part. It was all up to fate now. This dog- it had made an instant connection with her. And more than anything, more than anything, she needed him to live.

It let out another pained whimper, Beca running her fingers over his glossy coat. “You know,” She sniffed, quiet in her words as if not to startle him. “If, when, you make it through this, I think I’ll name you Crash.”  

“That’s a good name.”

There was a smooth voice, it drew the younger woman’s focus away from her companion. The vet stood there with a calm, yet exhausted, look on her face. It was nearly one in the morning. Who wouldn’t be tired? Her skin was pale compared the fire-filled mane of hair that was tied back in a messy bun. Her scrubs were dark blue, not littered with cartoons, or Disney characters.

She was breathtaking, Beca losing all air from her lungs as she kept her touch on the dog. “Sorry, I-“

“No, you should talk to him.” The doctor said, closing the door behind her as she stepped closer to the table. There was pity in her eyes, understanding in pain. Like she could feel his agony. “You seem to calm him down, Miss?” She paused for a name.

“Beca is fine.” She said, “Is he going to be okay?”

Doctor Chloe Beale let out a small hum in concentration. She had steady hands, getting a good look at the animal on the table. Beca had stepped back to allow the woman to work. The taller of the two mumbled to herself and the dog as she rounded the slab of metal.

“Okay, buddy.” Chloe whispered, “I think he might have some broken ribs and a laceration above his eyebrow that might need a few stitches.”

Doctor Beale lifted her gaze up to Beca. “Oh, Me? Me buddy?” She poked her own chest dumbly. Under the fluorescent lights, she had noticed a lot of things. She had noticed the way those scrubs hugged close to Chloe’s body. The way her deep ocean eyes reflected with such passion for the animal in front of her.

“Actually, I was talking to Crash and you,” Chloe giggled “He should be fine, but if he stayed out in the cold like that if you hadn’t have picked him up then he most likely wouldn’t have made it through the night.”

“Oh,” Beca let out a small breath as she cupped the back of her neck. “Oh wow, I’m glad I brought him in, then.”

Chloe nodded with a breathtaking smile. “I’ll check him for a microchip, but I doubt he’ll have one.” She darted her eyes back to the dog for a moment. “would you be interested in full-time care?”

Beca ran a hand through her hair. It was shaky, and the dirt didn’t’ bother her as much anymore. Her shirt still stuck to her midsection with a mix of dried blood and what was once snow. She stared down at the dog, at Crash, and she couldn’t’ imagine letting this animal end up behind a chain link fence in some shelter. He was hers, and every part of Beca knew that.

The summer air filled her lungs in a bit of a calming way. The docks of San Francisco had its own atmosphere to adhere to; the boats pushing into a long wooden port, the walkway filled with street performers, and most importantly the park that was filled with patches of grass too green for its own good.

Beca threw the ball once more, her shoulder stiff as she reared her hand back and pushed it forward. The dog in front of her yipping in excitement as he bit at the empty air. He was goofy and clumsy. The dog had developed a personality of his own over the past five months.  

He was awkward, chasing after the tennis ball with his pink tongue slipping past his lips. Crash barked as he trotted up to the object that had landed on an edge of the grass. He dipped his head down and pushed it between his jaws before looking back to make sure Beca had seen what he did.

“Good job, Boy!” Beca called out the affirmation like she was urging on her child on a stage during a dance recital. The moves didn’t make any sense, but she would be kneeling with a video camera obnoxiously in the aisle.

It seemed to settle Crash, pride him in a way as he trotted back over, Beca kneeling in the grass as she smiled at her friend. He dropped the tennis ball in her hand with a plop. “Gross, Crash.” It was coated in slobber.

He let out a small whimper before turning around on a whim. Beca lifted herself up from her squat. She had trained him well. The leash that hung in her other hand wasn’t usually necessary, but she still clipped it onto his collar each time they walked closer to the city. Now, she found herself sprinting after her dog as she shoved past a few random people with struggled apologies.

Her chest was starting to burn as she kept a steady eye on Crash, his little tail wagging with excitement as he finally stopped by some random bench on the walkway. The tiny brunette was not too fond of cardio unless it had to do with the skatepark. Which, she hadn’t gotten much time to visit lately.

Crash had found the only bench in the whole entire park that was occupied by people. Sweat was coating every inch of her body at his point, her hands resting on her knees as she struggled to pull breath into her lungs.

“I’m-“Beca gulped down the dry taste in her mouth “Sorry, I don���t know what came over him.”

“It’s okay, Beca.”

The voice made the woman freeze, her eyes shifting up as her touch pushed against the small of her back. The vet, the doctor that she had spent a few hours with every once and awhile. The one who gave her a personal phone number to call if she had any questions about her newfound motherhood. She wasn’t alone- Chloe Beale had her fingers resting on the thigh of someone else. A woman who looked familiar, one that she would recognize more if she was in the dark.

Her mind flashed to a memory; one that she wished she could forget even though she had done something good that night. Even though the blonde woman with the breathtaking eyes was most likely here today because of her. Because of an angered reaction to a man trying to force himself on her. She had fought back- hard, and Beca was there to help. Just a stranger in passing.

She flushed at the sight, Aubrey, she remembered, seemingly doing the same. “You uh,” Beca panted, rolling her shoulders back. “You two know each other.”

Chloe let out a small laugh, a breathy one as Crash put his head on her knee. She almost absently scratched under his chin, earning a grateful wag. “Well, it would be awkward if I didn’t.”

Aubrey, still in her composed shock, held up her hand. One with a diamond ring on it. One that glittered in the mid-morning sun. Beca raised her eyebrows. Married, two random women that appeared in her life at two different times had a large part in each other’s reality.  

“yeah, it doesn’t stop her from flirting, though.” Aubrey laughed, moving to run her hand over the dog’s head, he leaned into her touch with content. It made Beca ache in a confusing way. One that she had to blink back. “Isn’t that right, Beca?”

“I uh,” Beca scratched the back of her neck “She uh-“

“Relax, sweetie.” Chloe gave out a simple chuckle. She sat forward, letting Aubrey take over with the scratching. Crash seemed perfectly content, having women dote over him like they did. “Aubrey knows we text.”

“It’s mainly about flea’s if that eases your mind.”

“Oh, what a charmer.” Aubrey beamed, standing from the bench as she stretched out her taut muscles. “How about we go get some breakfast?”

That was a startling question, Beca lifting her eyebrows. Part of her knew right then and there that she couldn’t deny these two women even a second of her time. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to. Chloe was captivating and ways unimaginable. Aubrey strong and mysterious in her edge. Just being near them made her mind hum.

“That’s a great idea,” Chloe raised herself, glancing down at the cold nose that pressed against her knee. “I know a place that’s dog-friendly, if you’re up for it, Beca.”

The brunette couldn’t help but appease the smile that filled her features. “I would love to.”

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Hi! I’m sorry I know you already filled a prompt from me (which was so fricken good by the way) so you can totally ignore this! But maybe a Bemily meeting the family sort of deal? Details up to you!! I’m always down for soft bemily around kids tho!!! Thank you pls ignore this if you want to!!!!

Beca was nervous, more so than she had been since that first day in music class when the teacher found out she had a voice and constantly had her singing. Emily was about to meet her mom, her retired soldier, ass kicking, straight-laced mother.

Emily swears it will be okay and while Beca logically knows she's right, she can't help but fidget the entire way to Melinda's home. "You're going to meet my mom," Beca says for what seems like the millionth time since they left.

"Bec, calm down, it's going to be fine," Emily chuckles, reaching a hand over to rest if on Beca's thigh. "I've got you."

Beca takes a deep breath, nodding a bit. “Like I know that but...still,” she sighs, swallowing hard as they pull up. “Thankfully Sam and Jack will be there to help relieve the tension.”

“Stepdad and brother, right?” Emily asks, making sure she had the facts right one more time before they went inside. 

“Yes ma’am,” Beca smiles, leaning over the console to kiss her girlfriend softly. “Ready for this?” 

Melinda is polite as she opens the door, introducing herself before Jack some flying between them, shouting Beca’s name. “ Hey little guy!” Beca chuckles, scooping up the five year old easily. 

“I missed you! Why don’t you visit more?” He asks, pouting at his sister. 

“Well, I have to work, but I have vacation coming up so I should be able to come and hang out soon, okay?” Beca smiles, kissing the boy’s cheeks. 

He giggles and clings to her, all the while Emily watches the exchange with a warm smile, falling even harder for her little DJ. “Why don’t we take this into the living room, let everyone relax,” Sam says, resting a hand on Melinda’s shoulder. 

After the initial awkward introductions, Beca and Emily find themselves on the floor of the living room playing with Jack’s toys. “This one is the princess of a far-off land and this,” he says excitedly brandishing a toy soldier. “Is going to be her knight in shining armor!” 

Emily giggles, taking the princess into her hands. “Why does she need a knight?” She asks softly, smiling when he sits back to think. 

“Well, I guess everyone needs someone to stand up for them once in a while,” he responds, shrugging his shoulders a bit. 

“That’s a very good point,” Beca hums, pulling the boy into her lap. “You’ve got to stop growing, buddy, you’ll be taller than me soon.” 

“that’s not hard, Bec,” Emily teases, earning a betrayed look from her girlfriend and a giggle from Jack. 

“I like her!” He shouts, crawling from Beca’s lap to sit beside Emily. “Make sure you keep her.” 

Beca smiles softly at that, shaking her head a bit. “I plan on it, bub.” 

“So, Emily, Beca tells us you’re a singer/songwriter,” Sam says over dinner, ever polite. 

“Oh, yeah, I kind of fell into it when we went to school together and I love it too much to give it up yet,” Emily chuckles, taking a sip from her glass. “What do you do?” 

Sam gives Beca an exaggerated look before laughing softly. “I’m not surprised Beca didn’t mention it, but I’m a mechanic. I used to fix trucks out in the field, it’s how I met Melinda actually.” 

“Oh wow, that’s really cool,” Emily grins, leaning on her elbows. “Was it love at first sight?” 

“No, he annoyed the heck out of me when we first met, constantly trailing alongside me like a dog,” Melinda says, giving her husband a fond look. “But, then one day he didn’t show up and I found that I missed him.”

“So, she found me in one of the workshops and demanded to know where I had been. I had to tell her that I spent the morning working on the truck that would be taking her to the front lines and I couldn’t handle the thought os saying goodbye.” Sam finishes, shaking his head a bit. 

“I kissed him and we’ve been together ever since,” Melinda smiles, reaching across the table to grab his hand. 

“That’s so romantic,” Emily sighs, leaning her head into her hand. 

“How did you and Beca meet?” Jack asks, trying and failing to stab a pea onto his fork. 

Emily blushes a bit and Beca rolls her eyes. “Well, she had been initiated into our singing group while I was at work and I came back to the party they had gone to, she walked right up to me and just shouts. “Hey!” and scared the living daylights out of me,” Beca teases, offering Emily a smile. 

“We just sort of fell into it, going from friends to that awkward crush stage to me finally asking her out in the form of me blurting it out after our Worlds performance,” Emily chuckles, shaking her head,

“Scared me that time too, but we’ve been happy together since,” Beca smiles, bumping her foot against Emily’s. 

“Does that mean you’re going to get married!” Jack shouts, making them all jump. 

“I mean, one day, hopefully,” Beca says despite the way it makes her heart skip and for a moment the table is silent before Melinda starts chuckling. 

“What a great proposal, Bec.” 

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