waiting on you bella

Soul mate - An Emmett Cullen imagine

A/N: Wow! This took a while to complete, but I really wanted this one to be something special!I really hope you guys like this Emmett x Reader, I took 3 different requests and fit them all in together. Tell me how you like it! Requests: (#1)Could you please write an imagine on what it would be like to be mated to Emmett if the reader was really shy and/or socially awkward? How would Emmett act about it? (#2) For the Emmett Cullen request, maybe something were the reader is very tiny and shy so he constantly flirts with her to get a reaction out of her? (#3)Maybe an Emmett imagine where you’re new and mike won’t leave you alone and mike starts being really creepy and Emmett comes to your rescue         ________________________________________________

      When you’re a new student at a school you should expect to get attention. This is especially true in high school, when you think about it most of these people have known each other since they were in elementary school, so when someone new comes into the mix it is exciting. It had been a busy two weeks since I started my junior year at Forks public high school, the attention I received the first few days had worn off and I was no longer news. Except to Mike Newton.

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Being Renessmee's Twin Includes
  • Rosalie: I'm naming her Bella. I will not allow you to butcher and mesh two more names. Her name is Carlie. Deal with it.
  • Carlie: Why can't I fight with you and momma papa? I want to show the Volturi that I'm not a scared little girl. Anyone threatens to kill my family, I refuse to run away
  • Bella: Carlie, how many times have I told you? No throwing knifes in the house. You could hurt Renessmee or yourself. Be more careful.
  • Emmett: C'mon kiddo. I'll teach you how to fight.
  • Jasper: *scoffs* It'd be best if I teach her. You get frustrated too easily Emmett.
  • Carlise: Carlie, your growth is more rapid than Renessmee's. Your genes must be slightly different from hers. It could be an attribution to a power we haven't discovered yet.
  • Esme: It's so sweet of you to help me make dinner for you and Renessmee. I feel like you and I hardly get any time together. Renessmee's always off with either her parents or Jacob and you keep to yourself most of the time. Just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk to someone sweetie. You are my grandbaby afterall.
  • Edward: Your mother and I don't love Renessmee more than you Carlie. We love you both equally. She just relies on us more than you. You've always been more independent than your sister.
  • Carlie: I'm more independent because you and mom are always with her and Aunt Rose takes care of me. But whatever. I don't care anymore. She'll be stuck here in Forks and you all will have to leave eventually and I will travel the world once I reach an acceptable age growth.
  • Bella: Where have you been Carlie?! You've been gone for three whole days! What on earth are you wearing?!
  • Carlie: *sighs* Relax mom. I went to Comic Con in San Diego and cosplayed as Harley Quinn. I went to have some fun. Geez, it's like your trying to keep me trapped with you forever since Renessmee started solely hanging out with Jacob. I bet you really hate that imprint now cause you finally have to pay attention to your other daughter.
  • Alice: Carlie, come shopping with me. We never spend any girl time together since you started buying your own clothes.
  • Carlie: But there's a Gotham marathon on today. How about I go shopping with you tomorrow then?
  • Jasper: *watching the Romanian aired teach you how to fight and use weapons from a window in the house because Bella and Edward forbid him from teaching her himself* I don't see what the problem was with them Alice. I have no urge to drink wither of the girls blood and I adore Carlie. I should be teaching her how to fight, not those barbaric two.
  • Alice: I know Jas. But she finally made some friends that weren't a part of our family. Renessmee has Jacob and that's all she needs. Carlie is free to expand herself unbound to anyone. We don't want to smother the girl by crowding her all the time.
  • Rose: I can't believe Bella never told you about periods. Oh wait, I can. Look Carlie, you have nothing to fear. It's completely natural.
  • Carlie: I HATE IT! I FEEL HORRIBLE ALL THE TIME AND I KEEP CRAVING CHEESECAKE AND CHEETOS!
  • Jacob: Why do you hate me Carlie? I never did anything to you.
  • Carlie: *rolls eyes and scoffs* Exactly. I hardly even know you and you're the guy my sister is bound to for life. You've hardly ever acknowledged me before. You've hardly ever spokento me and you have no interest in anyone but my sister. I don't like you because I know that the imprint you have with my sister isn't how you really are or were before my mom even started screwing with your life.
  • Bella: How can you say such a thing Carlie?!
  • Carlie: Oh please. Shut up mom. You know I'm right. You only support that imprint because now, Jacob will forever be within your grasp. Just because you chose not to have him all those years ago doesn't mean you get to keep him around when he's moved on with his life.
  • Renessmee: Will you be my maid of honor?
  • Carlie: I haven't seen or heard from you in nearly four years sis. And frankly I don't want to go to your wedding at all. You know your marriage won't end well. You're in love with Nahuel and whether you admit it or not, you don't feel the same pull if the imprint like you used to. Stop dragging Jacob along. Stop your relationship with him and decide what you want. God, you are worse than our mother. Make up your freaking mind.
  • Leah: I didn't think it would be possible, but I am actually best friends with someone who shares half her DNA with Bella Cullen.
  • Carlie: Oh hush. I'm nothing like my mother and you know it. Now shut up so I can hear Tom Hiddleston say "mewling quim."
  • Seth: Are you sure about this Carlie?
  • Carlie: Yes, for the thousandth time. I love you and I refuse to be bound to someone I met only once. I fell in love with you and that is what I've always wanted. To fall in love, not be bound by fate to become whatever my mate pleases.
Alexa has proven so much since she was drafted to the main roster @wwe. Her drive and motivation is contagious. When she’s on the mic, she draws you in with every word. She’s so adorably evil and feisty I find myself not being able to take my eyes off of her when she’s in action. Congrats Lexi on making history! First ever #raw & #smackdown #womenschampion  💋💪🏽😘👯🍾. Can’t wait to see what you bring Champ! #blueteam4life
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First installment of what I’m telling you now is going to be an extremely long Jacob Black series, requested by both myself (because hey, I get to have a little fun in this requesting thing too) and an anon. “I love the idea of your Jacob story. I really want to see the reader as Bella’s little sister (Renee was pregnant when she left idk) and Jacob falls for her when Bella meets him at the beach and later wolf stuff happens and he has to leave her and Bella in NM and then he imprints when Y/n confronts him and they sort of handle the books as a couple? Plus Cullens and Bella if you can. ” Hope you like it!

All future installments can be found on the “The Story Continues…” page.

Your life wasn’t what they’d call cookie-cutter. There were constants, and there were inconsistencies; Hell, most of the constants in your life were that there were inconsistencies. It wasn’t in any means regular, or stable, really, but it was sort of perfect in that way. You’d grown up with you mother and sister out in the blistering heat of a Phoenix suburb, surrounded by dying house plants and instructional books, their dog-eared paged abandoned at varying time markers. Renee hadn’t finished any, but with her ever-changing interests, there was always the promise of a visit to the bookstore, something both you and your sister Bella enjoyed almost as much as walking your mother through her spontaneous phases in life. It wasn’t what most kids expected out of their childhoods, but parading around in the freedom Renee’s parenting provided was liberating, just as dealing with the responsibilities she neglected (such as checking the mailbox, which saved your electricity more than once) prepared you for the weight of life. Shoulders are never too young to bear the weight of the world. It probably would have done Atlas some good if he’d had a little more practice. He wouldn’t have needed Hercules.

Aside from the constant of Renee’s inconstant interests, there was your father, Charlie. You weren’t supposed to call him Charlie to his face, just like you weren’t supposed to call Renee Renee to her face, but slips were made and he didn’t seem to mind much. After all, you didn’t have any experience with him until about five months after you’d been born. In those last days before your mother’s fated departure from Forks, Washington, your parents had had what your mother would nonchalantly refer to as their last moment of unconditional love. You were the product of that last burst of passion, though you weren’t exactly the desired effect. Charlie hadn’t been secretive in his history with your mother, but even if he had been, it wasn’t difficult to see that his intentions were for her to stay. He was energetic, he was lively, he was passionate… all these things he proved to her, but still she left, this time with the promise of a second child growing alongside her first. Because you didn’t have much experience with Charlie throughout your infancy, you took to spending more time than Bella deemed necessary up in Forks. It was important to you that you have your father in your life, as your prenatal time was absorbed only in Renee. You’d go down with Bella in the summer (until, of course, she decided on California with Charlie instead. You’d stay with him without her afterwards, and not for as long, until you convinced her to return to Forks with you. Charlie was thankful.), watch her wallow through the rain she hated so much, and when autumn came rolling in, you’d remain in your father’s home, sometimes well into the school year. More often than not, though, you ended up returning home a month or two into the education process. Your visits and stays were frequent enough that you were never really the “new kid,” you were merely the travelling student teachers dreaded having placed in their classrooms. You required integration, and most would rather request to have their licences revoked than spend time updating a student while their class raged on. But it was worth the hectic immersion and rolling eyes to spend time with Charlie.

You meshed well with him, with Forks. It was like a sedative, moving from the honking car horns and ten-hour traffic to the emerald canopy and constant rainfall you found in northern Washington. Charlie was no Renee, either: he was responsible, he was level-headed, predictable. He held a solid job. He was gone from a certain time in the morning to a designated time at night. If ever there was an impressive crime rate in Forks, you imagine it would be a little less stable, living with your father, but the town was clouded constantly in peace. You could decompress, you could breathe again. What Bella saw as growing gills you saw as clearing your lungs. You two were very much alike in most fields; other than Forks, you were practically twins. You shared nearly everything, from books to clothing to secrets. Up until last year, you’d shared a bedroom at Charlie’s; now, you preferred the guest room by the washing machine. It was closer to the ground, closer to the kitchen, and closer to the door. You were always eager to escape the confines of the house and enjoy the rain-slicked nature outside, especially during football season, which, ironically enough, provided your favourite reason for leaving the vicinity. When Billy Black rolled around to watch the game, he brought with him his daughters and his son for you and Bella to entertain yourselves with. With the children out of the way, it was easier to enjoy the sport. Forks provided friendships, the likes of which you’d never found in Phoenix.

This was one of the very few factors you’d had to make into many to convince Bella to stay the year with you in Forks. It was the longest you’d ever dared intrude on Charlie’s peace, but a stay he’d fully encouraged. You couldn’t stand to be separated from your sister for so long a time (you couldn’t begin to imagine what it’d be like when she left for college), but you’d always been the eager one when it came to Forks. The rain you dismissed; you told her it’d be a dry year, a fact you’d pulled out of thin air, but a fact that eroded her resolve. There was the promise of fewer potential heart attacks while living with the less-than-spontaneous Charlie. Bella had more of your father in her anyways, what would be uncomfortable about spending more time with the heavier end of her genetic coding? She’d turned that one on you, of course; you had a little more Renee, physically, but you were able to counter with the promise of Jacob Black. It was a name she remembered vaguely, having spent every other summer in Forks and not always with Jacob (football season did, after all, start in fall. She was usually soaking up the last of the Phoenix summer by that time), but a name that promised happiness nonetheless. You had her hooked in less than ten minutes of discussion, and Charlie was on board in less than three. He was never one for lengthy conversation, so you expected an easy victory from him. Renee was, conveniently, being whisked away by her Phil (a nice enough guy, but the type that ground your gears; he was dead-set on playing the soccer-coach dad, and you weren’t having any of it. That was probably why he liked Bella more) as he tried to find a team. With very minimal effort, you’d secured a year in Forks, sister included, the promise of new beginnings fueling your excitement even after over one thousand five hundred miles of travel. The rain purified, the air filtered through your lungs, and you were home.

Charlie met you both in his cruiser, naturally, and you relinquished the front seat to your older sister, crunching yourself against the Plexiglas barrier separating criminal from law enforcement officer, or, in your case, father from daughter. Charlie wasn’t the type to ramble on, or even hold a casual conversation, but he managed to slip out a few sentences, likely for your sake. While Bella was comfortable with silence, you were more keen to listen to his voice. He inquired about your flight, if the airplane food was any good, that sort of thing. You replied accordingly, watching Bella grin in the side mirror’s reflection as you explained the turbulence issues and how you had tried to bribe the flight attendant to tell the pilot to go easy on the corkscrews. Charlie chuckled, his mustache twitching as he fought to control the smile that broke out across his face. He reminded you both of the starting date for Forks high school, a whopping day away (something Bella had remembered, but you had forgotten. Too much Renee. It was a running joke), and mentioned a certain surprise for the both of you waiting at the house. Bella hated surprises almost as much as you did; though you’d think the amount of your mother in you would excite at the thought of surprises, having your entire existence be a surprise sort of sallowed the idea. Charlie’s kind brown eyes locked on yours in his rearview, promising you would love whatever he had planning. You hoped to God he was right.

What was waiting was a rusted old Chevy for Bella, a good sturdy truck, dependable enough that even she couldn’t crash the thing and ruin the exterior. What was waiting inside the car, however, was your surprise. You ran to the truck, running your fingertips over the russet metal, watching as flimsy metal flakes drifted to the rain-slick asphalt at your feet, wandering aimlessly to the passenger side to relish in the leather interior. They didn’t make them like this anymore, and you were eager to see what the truck had to offer, if Bella was willing to give it a test drive. Unfortunately, your seat was taken by a certain Jacob Black, his long hair uncharacteristically billowing to his shoulders, his eyes crinkling in the corners as your jaw dropped. He smiled that wide, open smile of his, his teeth gleaming brightly against the backdrop of his velvet skin. He slid out of the car, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, enveloping you in his embrace. His chuckles rumbled against your ear as you squeezed your arms around his waist, moving with him as he rocked your body from side to side. It was good to be home.

“Surprise,” he whispered, laughing into your hair as you muffled your own giddy sounds of joy against his chest. He’d grown since you last saw him, but that was to be expected of a teenage boy. Still, he was somewhat locked in your memory as a clumsy child running around Charlie’s tree, trailed by his sisters, yourself, and an even clumsier Bella. It was almost unbelievable to see how he’d grown. His hug lasted a lifetime, his face pressed into the side of your cheek, an intimate experience, without doubt, but one you both were more than comfortable with. Jacob was just… easy to be with. It wasn’t uncommon for his arm to be slung around your shoulder as you walked, which you did now, returning to Bella’s side. Jacob reintroduced himself (in Bella’s defense, he did look a lot different from the last time she saw him), extending his free hand outward for her to shake. Charlie ducked inside the house, dropping a suitcase to pat Jacob on the back as he went, voicing his well-wishes for Billy as the door shut behind him. Bella soon followed, setting off to wash her face and prepare for the next day at school. She was not as familiar with the student population of Forks as you were; tomorrow would be an entirely different experience for her. It almost made you feel guilty, but Jacob’s arm around your shoulder banished the thought instantly. “So, how much time do you think we’ve got before the Chief calls curfew?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with glee. God, it was so good to be home. You smiled, tilting your head in mock contemplation.

“I figure we’ve got an hour or two. I haven’t eaten since Phoenix, you know, so I may have to leave you for dinner.” At this, he playfully rolled his eyes, accepting the nudge in the side you aimed his way, ducking the both of you in the direction of Bella’s truck. “Hey, I’m sacrificing for you, Jake. Don’t you pull that with me.” Jacob held his hand up in surrender, propping himself against the truck bed’s side, his lips concealing the smile that threatened to poke through as he feigned defeat.

“So, what’d I miss? It’s been, what, nine months since you were here? Any new near-death experiences I should know about? What was it- was it yoga?- is your mom still into that?” You snorted, shaking your head at his memory. This kid was made of gold.

“Yes and no. She’s crocheting now. And you should have seen the turbulence on our flight. Oh my God, Jake, I was this close, this close, to jumping ship…” You night continued on in that fashion; Jacob’s laughter painted the sunset above, his eyes widened at your ridiculous encounters while you were separated, and his smooth voice filled the gaps within your storytelling with tales of his own. His sister got married, he’s working on a new car, his friend Embry Call had asked that girl he liked so much on a date and she had denied him. Your months apart seemed to disintegrate as you spoke, narrating your lives and illustrating with wild hand gestures the events you both had missed. It was as if you’d never left. The only evidence of your departure was the car holding the both of you upright and the few inches Jake had accumulated in his bones. When Charlie called for dinner, Jacob reluctantly took his leave, walking around to the car he’d hidden in the trees (Police Chief Swan wasn’t supposed to know he was driving), waving out of his window as he returned to La Push. You sighed, watching him disappear around a curve in the winding road before you stumbled into Charlie’s house, plopping yourself down at the table to eat the eggs your father had prepared. Good old Charlie and his incompetence in the kitchen. You were sure Bella would find a way into the position of chef, but for now, you enjoyed whatever your father had to offer. After a quiet meal, you retired to your little makeshift bedroom, bidding your sister goodnight as she returned to what was her nursery. You collapsed atop your sheets, your mind hot-wired towards Jacob Black and the happy events of the night, making sleep next to impossible. The rain ate away at the exterior of the house as your mind replayed the sound of his laughter, painting your restless eyelids with the alluring green of the forest. Upstairs, in the room directly overhead, Bella was sharing your sleepless night, her heart wrenching tight with homesickness just as your homesickness disappeared. This was your home, and you were beyond elated to be back.

Really? Me?

Anon request. I’m so sorry it took me so long, I am busy with shool. The other one about two girls is next 😀 Hopefully this one won’t disappoint 😶
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He was with his back pressed to the wall, talking with his classmates. Random stuff, nothing important. Just a boy chat.


But he couldn’t just not notice the face that was watching him. And it lasted for quite some time.


He knew her. Not well, but knew her name and that she was two classrooms from his.


But every time he would look she would look away. She tried to hide her face from him.


Once she was lost in her thoughts. He noticed she wasn’t looking clearly at him but her eyes were fixed to him.


And he decided to approach.


As he walked towards her she jolted when she saw him, looking at her and walking towards.


She blushed completely. Looking aside, she fastly considered just walking away but it would be too ‘see-through’. Swallowing her nervousness down she took a deep breath and lowered her look.


“Hi.” He stood in front of her.


She lifted her head up “Um…” she lost her voice. “Are you talking to me?”


He chuckled. “There’s no one else here, is there?”


She blushed even more knowing that her cheeks are on fire. With a shrug, she looked down again.


He saw she didn’t want to talk and started squirming uncomfortably. He crossed his arms and stood in front of her.


“I’m gonna stand here until I get a greeting back.”


“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. Hi.” She clumsily said, looking shortly at his eyes and then looking away. “Hello.”


He smirked. “Why are you so tensed. I just came here to say hi.”


“I don’t know. I’m sorry.“ she quietly said.


He observed her. And he saw she was sweating from nervousness.


He stepped back, not wanting to push her. He saw she just sighed with a dose of relief but it didn’t change much how she looked.


“Hey, I have a game later today. But if you want, I’d like to buy you drinks somewhere, afterwards. Anywhere you want.” He suggested.


She was shocked. She didn’t expect that.


“Um…I…” she swallowed. “Why?”


He chuckled. “Why? I’d like to get to know you, I think you are nice and I just want to have a friendly chat with you, get to actually know you.”


“You…” She looked at his eyes for the first time. “You do?”


“Yeah.” He smirked. “And also I’ve noticed you looking at me lately so…”


“Oh my God.” she dropped her head and put her hand on face.


“Hah, yeah. So I’ve realized it would be a good idea to get to know you.” He smiled but saw she was still not looking at his eyes.


“So…” He dragged. “Do you want to? Around 6?”


“I…I don’t know what to say, I’m so embarrassed.”


“Say yes and say what place.”


She lifted her head up and took breath.


“You really want to? I mean I don’t want to take your time.”


He grimaced. “You are not a waste of time, first. Second, my class is starting, I’m already late. But I don’t mind as long as you say where” he smiles.


“Oh okay. I’m sorry. “ she bit her lip. “Um, I like at “Bella’s”. If that’s not okay, you…”


“Okay. Will be waiting at six at Bella's” he smiled.


She then dropped her head and clenched at her skirt.


He put his finger under her chin and lifted her head to look at her eyes. “See you then.” He winked.


She nodded shyly, waiting for him to pass by.


How she didn’t faint there, she couldn’t tell. The only thing she knew is she had to run to mall and buy something cute to wear because, as every girl, she had nothing to wear. And of course to call her bestie and blither everything.

  • *a cute girl walks down the street with a dog*
  • Germany: hey, look over there
  • Italy: wah, she's so pretty!
  • Italy: let's go there! Ciao, bella!
  • Germany: yeah, sure
  • Italy: wait, are you serious?
  • Germany: she's cute
  • Italy: aren't you feeling well?
  • Germany: I'm going to pet her.
  • Italy:
  • Italy: are you talking about the dog?
  • Germany:
  • Germany: what did you think I was talking about?
  • Italy:
  • Italy: GERMANY I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING

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Could I have a scenario with 2p Italy for "I want your innocence."

She was so innocent. She was so pure. It was as if none of the life’s problems hadn’t caught up with her. She was just perfect. Everything about her was. She was so optimistic. She always had that big smile on her lips that seemed to say “Today is going to be a great day and tomorrow is bound to be even better.”

He couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted that innocence to be his. He wanted every single part of her to belong to him. He had watched her for awhile now. She was so obvlious. She never understood anything wrong happening around her. That was another part he loved about her.

But lately… Somebody was trying to steal her away from him. That damn brat. Didn’t he know that it wasn’t okay to touch other people’s stuff? It definitely was very rude of him. He sighed in annoyance. It was all his fault, really. If he had just stayed away like he had told him to, then he wouldn’t be laying here, bloody, limp, unmoving, dead.

Now she was all his. He hummed quietly, not even bothering to change his clothes as he made his way towards her home. Her parents were away for tonight, so he had the perfect chance to do it.

He hummed happily and opened the door with the spare key, hidden under the flowerpot. He grinned and stepped inside, not wasting a single second to walk upstairs. He stepped inside of her room and there she was, sleeping like an angel.

He stepped closer and ran his fingers through her hair. He took out a needle and quickly injected it into her neck. She jolted up and her eyes widened with fear at the sight of him. She tried to scream, but he covered her mouth and smiled down on her, kissing her forehead.

“Shhh~ Just sleep, Tresoro~”

She whimpered, but eventually gave into the drug and fell limp in his arms. He picked her up and made his way out of the door and to his car. He stepped inside and placed her to the backseat, handcuffing her.

“You’re finally mine, and soon your innocence will be too~ Just you wait, Bella~”

Epilogue

Rachel’s Pond, Jump City. May 15th, 2023. 11:45 AM.

“God in heaven, Jon, why can’t I stop shaking?”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet, Batboy.”

“Jonathan, I’m serious! I’ve gone toe-to-toe with criminal psychopaths before, why am I so nervous?”

“Because this is bigger than that, Damian! Come on, this is gonna affect the rest of your life!”

“Look, just… Jon, I need to know something right now, before it’s too late.”

“Anything, Damian.”

“… Are you sure my tie’s on straight?”

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Pestilence

Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon. “Can I have a Jasper imagine when the reader gets a cold and goes to school anyway. Just like fluff and protective Jasper overload? You can include the rest of the Cullens if you want! Love your writing!!! ” Hope you like it!

“You really should be home,” he reminded you, his voice low enough to avoid detection as your teacher continued his droning statistical speech on the dangers of life in the throws of Bubonic plague. An incredibly ironic lecture, considering your current state of failing health. Your world was all but spinning from the swirling fever circulating your body, returning every so often to flush your otherwise pallid cheeks with unhealthy colour. You shook your head, your temples stinging with the sharpness of an oncoming migraine, tortured by the slightest of movement, rejecting your lover’s concern for your well-being. If he survived the Civil War, bearing witness to countless amputations and bouts of ruthless dysentery, he could handle watching you hustle through something as minor as the common cold. He spoke once more, his voice in your ear, his breath stirring your hair, adhering a few stray strands to the light sheen of sweat coating your forehead. “You’re choosing now to wage bio-warfare? This class isn’t meant to inspire you, Y/n.” You continued to ignore him, scribbling down notes on Caffa and the Genoese with shakier handwriting than usual. Jasper sighed, his posture relaxing in defeat. “I’ll drive,” he offered, your eyes finally meeting his, a darker gold than he usually sported, his hunting activities slipping while he watched you grow progressively sicker.

“Jasper, we’ve got a week until finals. I can’t afford to miss any classes, and I won’t be able to make up any assignments before the term ends if I’m out of school,” you watched his eyes roll, his lips parting to counter your argument. You shot him a stern look, your face flushing with uncomfortable heat, continuing your speech over his oncoming words. “I’d feel the same at home, Jazz. It’s better that I’m here. It’s productive. I’m fine.” Your eyes locked on the board, copying the next few bullet points on the ridiculous methods taken to infect the city. Jasper leaned in close beside you, causing you to instinctually lean away. You knew he couldn’t contract your illness, but you couldn’t help the knee-jerk reaction. He chuckled under his breath, watching you return to your slumped posture.

“Y/n, I’ve taken this course over twenty times. I can help you study. I can do your homework for you,” he offered, his grin obvious in his voice. You scoffed, which became a rasping cough in record time, sorting your thoughts in the aftermath of your respiratory assault.

“Whatever happened to integrity?” you mumbled, watching Jasper’s head duck to mask his smile, his hand flitting easily over the lines of his notebook, writing from memory the events following patient zero, his voice breaching a whisper in order to reach your ears.

“You’re talking integrity to the man who lied his way into the Confederate army?” You groaned in defeat, resting your head on your folded arms, your world shrouded in glorious shadow, your head pounding with a lesser intensity in the absence of harsh fluorescent lighting. Jasper’s hand trailed over your back, rubbing in near unnoticeable circles unseen by the rest of the class due to your seating pressed against the farthest wall. “Yeah, you’re fine, alright. Just fine.” You shifted your head, pressing your eyelids further against the material of your hoodie, the feeling of fibers scratching against your skin distracting, if only momentarily, from the pressure against your skull. Jasper’s frigid fingers against the back of your neck certainly helped, and you felt too sluggish and sticky to mind terribly that he was likely encountering a generous amount of sweat while he attempted to cool your rising temperature.

You fought against your every instinct to allow Jasper to crutch you out of History, opting instead to fold your trembling fingers with his, pressing your clammy palm to the smooth marble of his hand as you left the room, your teacher eyeing you warily before pumping a gelatinous pool of hand sanitizer into his waiting palm. Jasper eyed you pointedly, as if to prove his point that he wasn’t the only person wishing you weren’t attending Forks High today, but you continued your newfound habit of ignoring him. It wasn’t a difficult feat, considering the roiling waves flooding your body absorbed the most of your attention. It was a struggle to keep upright, let alone remain attentive. You ended up leaning your body against Jasper’s side, his arm snaking around your shoulder, effortlessly carting you through the throngs of students en route to their study halls. You wound up beside the school’s main stairwell, meeting up with the rest of the Cullen clan, their golden eyes, save one pair of warm brown, dissecting your deteriorating state. Emmett was the first to speak up, his usual brutal honesty spawning an over-dramatic assessment of your physical appearance.

Jesus, Jasper, you’ve got more life in you than she does! What is it, the plague?” You grumbled about your sneaking suspicions, Emmett’s grimace deepening. “Dude, I think you might need to bite her or something. She looks like she’s goin’ down quick. Wouldn’t want the rest of Forks catching whatever she’s got.” He turned slowly to Edward, the most experienced with flu-like symptoms and on-the-spot vampire transformation, his eyes pleading for answers. He didn’t appear to be amused by the connection his brother had made. “Should we call Carlisle, or let Jazz have a go at it?” Edward rolled his eyes, pulling Bella into his side, her head resting against his shoulder, her eyes sympathetic on yours. Jasper shot his brother a hard look for even suggesting he try his hand at tasting human blood, his voice bordering on a growl when next he spoke.

“I’m not going to bite her, Emmett,” he snarled, his hulk of a brother offering you an apologetic glance, lifting his hands in a helpless sort of way, faux-disappointed that his plan to help you had fallen through. Jasper’s jaw clenched, his posture stiffened. Serious or not, Jasper wasn’t fond of the drink-your-date jibes Emmett made whenever you were around. You groaned, your hand dragging over your forehead, your fingers collecting beads of sweat as you moved.

“Ugh, please do,” you begged, your voice a soft, meek plea for release. Emmett chuckled, slapping you on the shoulder for your commitment to his joke, the playful force causing your body to sway. You ducked your face into Jasper’s shoulder, your mouth downturned in a grimace.

“See? I told you I’m not the only one gunning down vampire boulevard.” The vampire by her side chuckled, his butterscotch eyes rolling above a bemused smile. Clearly, they’d had this conversation before. You were no stranger to Bella’s desire to join her lover in eternity, and considering vampire’s couldn’t get sick, you were starting to buy into her logic.

“Let’s do this later, alright? Perhaps repeatedly saying the word “vampire” in a hall of mortal students isn’t the best idea, no matter how much the humans,” he paused, his hand on Bella’s waist squeezing affectionately, “want to discuss the terms of their impending doom.” You groaned, your voice scratching against your throat as your words made their way to your lips.

“So no one’s going to put me out of my misery?” your words provoking a whispered “oh, now you’re miserable?” from Jasper’s lips, pressing a cool kiss to your temple, easing the heat of your fever for a brief moment of unexpected bliss.

“That’s a great idea, Y/n. I’m sure the three-day stint in a hot tub of boiling agony is much less severe than a common cold,” Alice whispered, her voice friendly despite the weight of her words. You shot her a pleading glance, her eyes lifting from their intense focus on your face, her vision hazing slightly as if she were watching an alternate image to the one before her. Her lips pursed in defeat, her gaze returning to your face. “You have five more days. But you’ll be healthy as a horse for finals!” You weren’t in the mood to allow her contagious optimism to take hold of you; today, you were far more viral.

“Thank God. I was really worried, there,” you murmured, your sarcasm seeping through even your whisper. Alice’s face deflated in apology, her brows pinching with sympathy. You turned your face upward to Jasper, his deep golden eyes awaiting your next words, a smile toying with his lips. “You know what, you win. Let’s go home.” Jasper smiled victoriously, his hand dropping to your waist, holding most of your wait as he turned you away from his family, Alice and Bella calling a hopeful “feel better!” as you departed.

“Yes, ma’am,” He parted the crowds easily, ghosting you through the halls as easily as if there were no students blocking your path. You had a creeping feeling that you were making a solid contribution to the splitting of the human sea; one look at you, and people were pressing themselves against their lockers, none of them willing to fall victim to whatever it was that was sabotaging your health. Jasper pushed the heavy metal doors open, exposing you to the chill of the rain outside, half-carrying you to the passenger side of his brother’s car, shutting down your protests when you reached the door with a quick shake of his head. “I already asked, he said it was fine. They’re going to run, it’’s faster that way anyways, and Edward’s going home with Bella.” He opened the door, guiding you inside and pressing a kiss to your forehead before closing you in. Seconds later, he was behind the wheel, steering you out of the parking lot, his eyes dissecting the road before falling on your face. “Edward’s going down to the office to let them know you had to duck out. The receptionist would leave her husband in a heartbeat for him, so you should be fine.” you settled into the Volvo’s soft leather upholstery, snuggling up against the window, your arms acting as pillows. Jasper’s hand fell to your knee, offering his condolences as he guided his brother’s car to the driveway of your home.

Your parents were out of the house until the evening, allowing Jasper some leeway in the obscene-strength department. He hoisted you from your seat and into his arms, carrying you into your home and into your bedroom, tucking you easily beneath the sheets, as if all of his strength was not expended in carrying you from the car. He pulled the comforter up around your chin, walking around to the opposite end of your bed before joining you atop the sheets, his arm snaking over your waist, his skin cooling you where you touched. You sighed, exponentially more comfortable in your own home than you would have been surviving another handful of hours behind a desk, content to wallow in self-pity without twenty-odd onlookers.

“I don’t think I can do another five days of this,” you moaned, your face pressing into your pillow in defeat. Jasper inched closer, his lips in your hair, his body secure beside you, anchoring you.

“You’ve survived worse,” he reminded you, offering a devilish grin when you turned your head in confusion. You rolled your eyes, letting your head fall back to the pillow. “If you haven’t died yet, this won’t kill you. Think about it. You walk around surrounded by vampires. You’re home alone with a vampire right now. You think a cold is going to be the end of you?” You mumbled something nearly incoherent about being doomed to die, eliciting a chuckle from Jasper, his hand smoothing over your hair, the temperature of his skin delectable while yours burnt so warmly. “Go on, rest. You deserve it.” You allowed his gentle attentions to lull you to sleep, sparing you, for a few hours, at least, from the sluggish sickness trapping you, if only for a few days more. You drifted off to blissful sleep.

The Best Gift 2/2

((DUN DUN DUN! Here’s the promised event. Warning! There is descriptive birth in this! Don’t like, don’t read! Or skip to the end where shit’s not as gross. 8D It’s a direct continuation of the first post- so WOOP.

Art is by the fantastic @fontsandsins. Fonty draws the best babies. And boobies. >////> There’s a bonus picture at the end of the post for those who want to see it. It’s under the read more though. HEHEHE.))

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Don’t imagine the girls all at Aubrey’s camp and Beca and Chloes fight taking a completely different direction

Amy: come on Beca, just tell her

Chloe: tell me what!

Beca: *kisses Chloe so passionately and they begin to makeout and all the bellas just awkwardly stand there staring.

Emily: wait…so you guys aren’t already dating..?

Beca: *kisses Chloe again and Chloe moans* we are now

Don’t imagine the Bellas (minus Beca and Chloe) frantically looking in Beca’s room for the mixes for a competition and Stacie stops the whole process to show all of the girls that she found one of Chloe’s sweatshirts in the drawer

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(Requested by zombielover0210)

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t ready.You knew this was a bad idea. 

When you’d moved to town and finally discovered Bella’s not so well kept secret you’d thought she was crazy. Who would willingly date someone who wanted to literally drink you life force? Turned out, you would. 

Jasper Whitlock wasn’t something that was supposed to happen. He didn’t figure into your grand plan as it were. It was a rather simple plan really; move in with Bella and Uncle Charlie, survive high school, go to college, get a job, eventually find a guy (preferably human) and settle down. Jasper Whitlock was not something that was meant to happen and yet, when he strolled into your life all southern charm, effortless grace and golden eyes… you were powerless to stop the changes, he was like a force of nature. 

It wasn’t as clear cut as Bella’s love life, nor as fast. Jasper had definitely had more issues not draining you than Edward had had with Bella. You’d had more issues with the vampire thing than Bella too. It wasn’t that you wanted to grow old exactly but more… you’d imagined your life, wedding, children and with Jasper that just wasn’t possible. 

Slowly but surely and despite both of you trying everything in your power to stop it, you’d somehow fallen in love. Stumbled may have been more like it, it certainly wasn’t something you’d strode into eyes wide open the way Bella had. Yet as your feelings changed, so did your dreams. You had wanted children, that was still the case truly but now… you wanted them with Jasper, any other guy simply wouldn’t do. Somewhat begrudgingly you’d accepted that if you loved Jasper, every part of Jasper, which you did, and you wanted to be with him for eternity, which you did, then you’d have to be a vampire eventually. Unlike Edward, Jasper wasn’t nearly so self-sacrificing he was much more realistic and he respected you as an equal, so once you’d made that decision it was case closed as far as the two of you were concerned. 

Unlike Bella, you had decided to wait a bit. Jasper had been changed at 20 after all so you could afford to get a little older and truthfully you wanted to. You’d had an older brother before the accident, you knew how much people changed from eighteen to twenty. You wanted to at least get there, almost a level playing field for starting points if you ignored the fact that the beginning of your vampire lives would be markedly different and that Jasper had grown up in a time which demanded much more maturity from young people. 

So it was perfectly safe to say, (considering the circumstances), that this wasn’t supposed to happen. 

Bella had some crazy scheme about being with Edward on battle day which was fine considering Victoria and the newborns were meant to go to the field. Except they hadn’t, not all of them. When Victoria arrived with Riley, (the missing kid Charlie had been searching for), and a newborn in tow you knew things wouldn’t end well. Still, you hadn’t expected to be newborn chow. With Seth and Edward so focused on Bella knowing Victoria’s endgame perhaps you should have expected it, Jasper would have. 

However, what Jasper would or wouldn’t have expected was all moot point once Seth and Edward took the newborn out, yet the problem remained he had injured you… badly. As Edward rushed you down the hill, Bella following with Seth, the details of how a little fuzzy as your vision began to fade, you realised you were going to die from bleeding out. You didn’t even need Carlisle to tell you that. 

When Jasper jumped towards you as you reached the clearing it was only natural for the others to push him back given his self-control record and yet, you weren’t scared. His eyes, the one thing you could properly focus on, weren’t hungry. They weren’t black. They were shining, golden and distraught.

“MOVE!” Jasper’s voice boomed so clearly over everyone that they did as he asked without question. 

He was hovering over you within seconds. 

“You wanted to wait.” He whispered, his thick southern drawl obvious in his distressed tone. “Darlin’.” 

“Do it Jasper.” You’re wide (e/c) eyes met his. “I’m dying. Do it.” 

That was all it took. His teeth slid into your neck. He didn’t give a thought of what that would do to the treaty, he didn’t give a thought about his family and he didn’t even consider not stopping. He could do it and he would. He would do anything for you. 

You felt his teeth leave your skin as if you were in a sort of hazy dreamland, somehow you felt disconnected. 

And then the burning began.