waiting on you bella

Happy Accident - Auston Matthews

 "you love me but you don’t know it yet / everything is just an accident; a happy accident"

inspiration: happy accident by saint motel

requested: yes | no

word count: 2769

warnings: you know me, i can’t write something without curse words in it

a/n: dad!auston is so cute, be prepared. also, i changed it up from the request but i hope it works anyway anon! if you truly want the exact request, i can probably write a second part with that in there!

Originally posted by tysbarrie

you’d never imagined yourself as a parent. sure, you cooed over babies and played the role of loving aunt, but you had never truly pictured yourself with a baby that was half you, half someone else.

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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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Exchange Student

Context: You are an exchange student from a different country and you meet Jacob one day while picking Bella up from school. He seems to be really into but there seems to be some communication errors.

Request: Anon - Could you do one where you’re new in forks and Jacob imprints on you while picking up Bella at school only to learn you can’t speak English..? Also you’re like in my top 5 favorite blogs rn tbh

Warnings: None

You hadn’t been in Forks for very long; your plane landed only a few days earlier, but you were excited nonetheless. Bella and her father had taken you in as an exchange student and being from a different country made communication a bit harder for you then you expected. But Bella was patient and helped you understand certain things while you also taught her how to speak your native tongue.

Charlie would talk with his hands more which you picked up almost immediately. You were used to it. Tourist would come by you all the time and ask you questions and their hands was what helped them communicate. Bella was a bit more difficult. She used her laptop and a notepad to help her communicate, which was great because you also used those items to help her too. She learned a bit faster than Charlie did.

It was a Tuesday, and you were sitting on the sofa watching the television, trying to make out some of the words you had heard from Bella and Charlie. It was starting to come to you little by little and it was making you feel like a different person in a good way. Charlie had the day off and he too watched tv. The house phone rang and you watched as Charlie answered it, speaking a little too fast for you to understand the words. When he came back he smiled.

“Bella,” he paused. “needs to be picked up,” he said, motioning a picking up of an object and driving a car. “from school.”

It took you a minute to understand what he was saying but you got it nonetheless. “Okay.” You said, your accent was thick.

“Would you like to go with me?” Charlie asked motioning again.

This time you understood what he was saying because Bella would always ask you to go with her to the store. “Okay.” You said again, nodding.

You and Charlie hopped into his cruiser and took off down the road. It had been a weird feeling, sitting on the opposite side of the car but it was definitely a great experience. Before long, you were sitting in front of a very large building which you took to be a school. It looked a bit more industrial and prison like than you expected.

Charlie said something that you didn’t quite catch and then left the car to go and talk to some people. You also jumped out of the car and leaned against the cruiser, waiting. You saw Bella in the distance, talking to a very tanned and handsome guy. He seemed to be really into her and you thought for a moment that they were dating, but she had told you about her crush, Edward, and you didn’t think that was him.

Charlie walked up to you and you pointed at Bella. She saw you both and waved, so you waved back. As soon as the guy looked up at you, he stopped walking. Weird. You looked down at yourself and made a mental assessment of what you were wearing and figured you looked normal; Rainboots that you brought with you from your home country, a rain jacket and a sweater. Your black leggings were hardly visible, and your hair was up in a messy bun that you checked twice before you left the house. You looked back up to see that Bella was pulling him along and you felt a little uncomfortable for the first time since arriving.

“Jacob, nice to see you again. How’s your dad?” Charlie asked.

You picked up that his name was Jacob and that’s as far as it went. You got lost in a sea of English and didn’t know where to begin. You could only make out a few words here and there but there was no way that any of them in a sentence made sense.

“Hey, I’m Jacob. I heard you were staying with Bella and Charlie from another country. That’s pretty cool.” Jacob said.

You looked at him, with a tilted head like you weren’t sure if he just introduced himself or he was talking about himself. He had said his name so you took it as he introduced himself.

“Hello, my name Y/N.” you said smiling at him.

Bella started talking to Jacob and that’s when his eyes widened and he looked embarrassed.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

You knew what that meant. “It’s okay.” You said, smiling again. He was handsome, especially with his cheeks all red and his hair falling over his shoulders.

Everyone said goodbye and you got back into the cruiser. When you arrived back at Bella’s, she started about making dinner. Her laptop was open so you started to translate your thoughts for her.

“Bella.” You called to her. She turned to see that you had translated some stuff for her and she read it out loud.

“Why did Jacob stop to walk when he noticed me?” She read aloud. She looked at you a bit puzzled but shrugged. She translated a few sentences for you and went back to cooking.

I’m not sure. He stood there like he had seen a firework.

A firework? You wrinkled your nose at how terrible the translation was but it wasn’t Bella’s fault. She probably meant like he had seen it in the sky and was in awe.

For the rest of the night, you and Bella translated words back and forth before you decided you wanted to go to sleep.

The next day was the same. You worked on your daily school work from home and watched tv, trying to understand what was happening. Bella came home from school like usual and helped with some translating before she went to make some food. The doorbell rang and she answered it to find Jacob and his dad.

You watched them converse in the front room before proceeding into the kitchen where Jacob’s dad handed Bella a brown paper bag. You caught the word “fish” and smiled.

Bella introduced you to Jacob’s dad before ushering everyone into the living room. Charlie came home only a few minutes later and the talking was nonstop. You caught Jacob staring at you a few times before getting up and going outside. You needed some fresh air before you went crazy from all the talking.

“Hey.” You heard from behind you. You turned around to see Jacob standing there with a huge grin on his face.

“Hello.” You said. You weren’t sure how this conversation was going to pan out but you were ready for it.

“How are you?” He asked. You knew that he was trying to be considerate of your lack of English and that made you smile.

“I am good. And you?” He walked a little closer to you and smiled.

“Good.” He said. “Are you okay?”

The concern in his voice helped you to make out the next few words and you nodded with a smile.

“A lot of talk.” You said, mimicking with your hands people speaking.

He nodded in understanding. “You like it here?” He asked slowly so you could try to make out his words. He was using his hands as well to help emphasize what he was saying.

“Yes.” You said smiling. “Quiet.” You brought your finger to your lips.

He smiled and nodded. “Yeah it is.”

For the rest of the time he was there, he helped you pronounce words like “Native American” and “Indian”. He drew images in the sand and used his hands to mimick people or animals and it made you laugh and smile. The language barrier between the two of you wasn’t stopping you from enjoying his presence. There was almost a peace being near him.

After a while, his father called for him from the front room that he was ready to go and so Jacob stood up and looked at you with a sad expression. “See you soon.” He said before he kissed your cheek and went inside. He waved at you before they left Bella’s house and you felt the need to see him again.

Part Two

This makes me miss my German friend. She was an exchange student and i met her in my chorus class. She was super friendly and fun and i enjoyed writing this because it made me think of her. Also, being Egyptian, i can understand that language barrier and i feel like this was important for me to portray how difficult it can be. Hope you guys like it.

Originally posted by nikitajobson

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.
  • 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.
Bug!Au FRUK England xFem!France Part 1 (Pictures and Fic)

(I will try writting a bit to explain my story, like a mini fanfic I guess, I’m sorry if I don’t have the proper grammar, I trying my best to explain myself, Why the world can’t just talk in spanish :,V? hahahaha) 

On a very lively field, a Caterpillar named Arthur lived there. Arthur was a pretty grumpy caterpillar… his BIG eyebrows made him look more grumpier and he wasn’t happy with this…  “Big eyebrows aren’t beautiful! not like Mr. Bonnefoy! Mr. Bonnefoy is truly beautiful, I’m sure that I will become a butterfly like him!” That’s what Arthur always said to himself. Arthur really admired Mr. Bonnefoy, a very handsome and elegant butterfly with big and glamorous wings, Arthur wanted to be like him but…

“Is OBVIOUS that you can’t become a butterfly, Artie~! Your big eyebrows are the proof!”

Marianne said.

“You are a pest, Marianne! You don’t know what are you saying!” Arthur really hated Marianne!

Marianne was another Caterpillar, she enjoyed to remind Arthur that he can’t become a butterfly like her uncle Francis Bonnefoy

“Just accept your destiny, Artie! Accept who you are, your big eyebrows are the proof!”

Marianne hummed and she left with her Uncle. what a pest! Arthur thought.

“I will show her that she’s wrong! I will become a true butterfly!”

Arthur said to himself and he started to fabric his coccon. Arthur really put his heart to make it perfectly, the days passed and his coccon was ready

“Are you still trying?” Marianne teased.

“SHUT UP! I will shut up your little mouth, Fatty!”

Arthur said and with this he locked himself inside of his coccon. Marianne just huffed but she was a bit worried…. 

Days, weeks passed…. it was spring,
Feliciano, a small and lazy bee, was fooling around like always but something catches his attention.

“Oh, what is that? isn’t a flower…”
The small bee said as he got closer to check a strange coccon, but, Feli was pretty naive… what is a coccon?

“Oh, I think is moving!” Feli said really amused, what’s wrong? this isn’t a flower for sure!

“Oh!! It’s opening! Ve!” Feliciano was really surprised! The coccon started to rip and something was coming out!

“FINALLY! I’M A BUTTERFLY!!!!” Arthur finally came out, happy and cheerful, he become a butterfly!


“….” Arthur was a bit confused, Why that little bee was so terrified?

There was a stream close to them, Arthur really needed to check his appearance. He got closer and he checked his reflection.

“Uhm…Mr. Mot….?” Feliciano was about to ask something but Arthur started to SCREAM

“WHAT’S GOING ON?” WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?! WHAT THE HELL I AM?!“ Arthur was almost crying! he didn’t planned this! where are his beautiful wings?! why he still have these big eyebrows?! they are even more bigger!

"Oh! your eyebrows are really big, I think you are a moth, Mr. Moth!”


“VEEEEE!!!” Poor Feliciano… he was being abused, it wasn’t his fault after all!

“Geez…. I’m not a butterfly. I’m just an ugly moth!” Poor Arthur… he was pretty dissapointed.

“Ve! you aren’t that bad! I think you look fine!”
Feliciano said to cheer him up a bit, besides, he was being honest!

“Why are you here anyway? Aren’t you suppose to be around collecting pollen or something?” Arthur huffed, this little bee just came in his worst moment but Feliciano didn’t mind at all to be around Arthur

“My thousand siblings can do that! Queen Bee doesn’t mind at all if I’m not working, she said I’m cute!…Except the Regent Bee, He really get mad at me but… I really prefer to enjoy the day! My name is Feliciano by the way!” What a friendly bee. Arthur decided to not question him anymore and he decided to stop arguing about his luck…at least for now.

The days passed and Arthur was starting to cheer up… just a little bit

“You know… I think being a moth isn’t that bad… At least I have wings, I guess” Arthur said with a sigh as he pet his little friend

“That’s the spirit!”
Feliciano said, He loved to be petted!

A few days later….

“Oh, look, Mr.Arthur!” Feliciano beamed.

Arthur and Feliciano were checking the area but they suddenly found a beautiful rosebush. something was there, under the leaves of the rosebush.

“Look, Look! Is a coccon! I bet there’s a butterfly inside or even a Moth!” Feliciano said happily but Something got in Arthur… he was absolutely mad.

“Oh yeah? I bet there’s SOMETHING INSIDE!” How he could forget her….he still can remember her evil laughs!And she will laugh at him again!

He can’t accept this… He can’t let her watch him and make fun of him again!

“Ve, I wonder who is insi…..” Eh? why Arthur was holding a very big rock?


“YOU WILL NEVER FEEL OR WATCH THE SUN EVER AGAIN, MARIANNE BONNEFOY! I’M NOT LETTING YOU LIVE THIS TIME!” Arthur was really mad and scary! he was really going to destroy Marianne’s coccon with a big rock and Feliciano was terrified but suddenly… the coccon started moving!

“AAh!! oh no!” Feliciano cried

“SHIT!” Watch your mouth, Arthur! Arthur and Feliciano ran back to hide, leaving the big rock behind.

“V-Vee” Feliciano was still scared and Arthur huffed a bit, he was really out of himself… but he lost his opportunity!

“Oh! It’s opening!” Feliciano said when they saw the coccon starting to rip, hands coming out from it.

But Arthur didn’t want to see it, he didn’t want to see Marianne, he was still so mad… Marianne was right all this time after all and Arthur was stubborn.

“Mamma mia! A BELLA”“ Feliciano said cheerfully and really excited, that little bee was really flirty!

"what are you talking about….!” Arthur said, finally taking a small peek but then…

“…..!!!” He just froze, his eyes widen and he felt his heart stopping.
what he was watching?…Marianne?

A beautiful feminine creature came out from that coccon… she looked fragile and delicate, she was truly beautiful, a truly beutiful butterfly. It was Marianne.

“A-Ah…O-Ohm…F-Feli?” Arthur was really…surprised and his heart was beating to fast. Arthur called for Feli but… eh?

“………AGH!” Feliciano wasn’t there! what the…?!

“BELLA, BELLA , CIAO, CIAO, CIAO! You are so pretty! pretty pretty! A flower for a pretty lady!”

“F-Feliciano!” Arthur whispered , oh no! what he was doing there?! Feliciano dared to get closer to Marianne and she looked surprised

“Oh…what a cute little bee, you are just a cutie!” Marianne giggled, holding the small bee with her hands and Feliciano was so happy to be petted by a pretty lady!

“Bella, Bella! I’m Feliciano! We were just waiting for you to came out!” Feliciano explained and Marianne just smiled a little bit as she fixed her hair

“We?” she asked interested

“Si, si! Arthur, Arthur! Come here!”



You can read part two here! http://amazingtamales03.tumblr.com/post/162727507371/bugau-fruk-england-x-femfrance-part-2

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.


(Requested by Anon) (Part 1 to this imagine here)

“So did your sister ever tell you why Jacob hangs around your niece so much?” Leah asked as you were doing your homework at your house one day.

You looked up from your calculus book and shook your head. “Nah, I just assumed Jake likes hanging around Ness. Why, is there some other reason?” You tilted your head in curiosity.

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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


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.

  • *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:
Little Big One Shots 7

One Shot 7

“I want that woman out of my house!”

Chicago is never one to shout at anyone never the less his wife but right now it feels like he doesn’t have another option. “It’s not your house, it’s our house. She’s my best friend, what’s your problem with her anyway?” Chloe asks angrily. She will not stoop to his level and shout back. “My deal is that she is trying to steal my family away from me.” Chloe snorts. “Why would she do that? And honestly if it wasn’t for her I would have gone crazy by now.” Chicago takes a step forward and towers over Chloe. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that when you’re overseas I’m all alone and when you finally do come back you’re drunk half of the time.” Chloe spits back at him. “You married me knowing what my job consisted off.” Chloe laughs. “I did, and that’s not the problem.” Chicago crosses his arms and gives the redhead a stare down. “What is the problem?” His voice isn’t supposed to sound so venomous but it does which scares Chloe but she won’t show it.

“I got used to you not being here but you being drunk when you are… that’s where I draw a line. You’re scaring our daughter, Chicago. Haven’t you noticed that she will barely come to you?” That drew the line for Chicago and he explodes. “It’s because your stupid best friend brainwashed her. Maybe you should reevaluate what’s more important… her or me!” Chloe throws up her hands. “Are you serious right now? Are you asking me to choose between you and her?”

“Yes, yes I do.” Chloe lets out a frustrated groan. “I am not choosing between you two.” Chicago narrows his eyes dangerously and it frightens Chloe even more. “You’ll regret that decision.” Chicago walks past Chloe back into the house. The redhead follows him with a terrified heart. “You… get out! If I ever see you close to my family again I’ll get you arrested.”

“NO!” Chloe shrieks and runs to the brunette who’s shocked from the soldiers behavior. “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” She asks calmly. “I want you to stay away from my wife and my daughter.” Beca gets up from the floor where she was playing with Bella. The little girl hides behind the brunette’s legs. “And why should I do that?” Beca is never one back down from a fight and she’s not going to start now. “Because you say so?” Beca crosses her arms with a grin.

“Don’t temp me, I will call the cops on you and I doubt you would want that… seeing that you have a name to uphold and a career?” Chloe gasps loudly. ‘Chicago don’t, you can’t…” The man cuts her off swiftly. “I can and I will if she doesn’t leave this instant.” Beca wants to keep eye contact but a light tug at her jeans catches her attention so she looks down. “Don’t leave.” The six year old’s pout always makes Beca’s heart melt. “Bella come here.”

The redheaded girl hesitates a moment but decides to listen to her father. Beca watches her walk away with slumped shoulders. Chicago picks her up when she’s close enough. “Leave, and I never want to see you or hear that you were near y family again.” Beca looks at Chloe who is really trying to hold in her tears. “Don’t you think that you scare me Chicago, you have not won dude. I’ll always fight for Chloe and Bella for that matter.”

Without any other glance at the soldier Beca hugs Chloe. “I’ll figure something out.” She whispers just loud enough for Chloe to hear. “Aunty Bec don’t go.” The two friends break apart at the loud cry. They see Bella wiggle out of her father’s grasp and run towards the brunette. “Be strong princess, this isn’t goodbye.” The small redhead wraps her tiny arms around Beca and holds on for dear life. The brunette gives the girl a squeeze and then looks up to Chloe who takes the hint and pulls her daughter away.

“I’ll walk you out.” The grumpy voice of Chicago breaks their bubble. “Whatever.” Beca heads towards the door trying to ignore the cries of the little girl in Chloe’s arms. It takes all willpower for Beca not to run back and take both Chloe and Bella with her. Home… a safe place without Chicago. Before she knows it the door slams behind her leaving her alone with her thoughts.


It’s been a week since Beca left the house. Her manager tried to reach her but to no avail. “I tried calling her, I wrote mails and texted I don’t know what else to do.” The talks vividly while driving to Beca’s house. “Thank you for calling me, I will try and talk to Beca.” Aubrey tries to soothe the stressed out manager. “I would have tried asking Chloe but I can’t reach her number. It’s been disconnected.” Aubrey nods. She remembers the redhead calling her from a new number telling her that she lost her phone and got a new number. That same week Chloe had removed her facebook, instagram and twitter account.

“Are you sure I don’t need to come pick you up?” Aubrey smiles politely. “No need I will take a cab back to the hotel if necessary.” Aubrey steps out of the car and walks up to Beca’s door. She rings the doorbell three times and waits for the brunette to open the door. “Sarah I told you I’m fine I just need some days off to…” Beca freezes when she sees the blonde in front of her door. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to get your head out of your ass.” Aubrey pushes past Beca so she can’t be locked outside. “How nice of you but why?” Aubrey turns around to look at the tiny DJ. “You haven’t been at the studio in a week and can you explain to me why Chloe has disconnected any form of social media?” Beca rolls her eyes. “What did you do Mitchell?” Beca groans loudly. “I didn’t do anything, that psycho of a soldier kicked me out of their house and forbade Chloe to talk to me.”

Aubrey sees the defeated look on Beca’s face. For the first time she sees the bags underneath the brunettes eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days which probably was a fact. “I tried to find a way to help her but I can’t do anything. I lost her Bree, I lost her for good.” The brunette falls back on the couch with a loud sigh. “I can’t lose her.” The despair in Beca’s voice breaks Aubrey’s heart.

“Do you want to call her?” Beca shoots up, sitting upright staring at Aubrey. “I mean we could call her from my number and if Chicago picks up it’s just going to be me?” Aubrey take out her phone from her purse. “Why are you helping me? You’ve hated my guts for years.” Aubrey lets out a light laugh. “I never hated you Beca. We had our differences, yes. But I never hated you.” Aubrey sits down next to Beca with a small smile. “And I’m helping you because I know you love Chloe. And not in a friend kind of way.”

“I-I how uhm how did you know?” Aubrey lets out a giggle. “Everyone knew but somehow both you and Chloe were too clueless to actually see it.” Beca raises her brow. “You two flirted all the time. You fought like a married couple and to top it off you were called the mom and dad of the Bellas.” Beca scrunches her nose. “Wait, if you all knew why didn’t you tell me? Or Chloe?” Aubrey takes a breath. “We did, we really did but somehow you still managed to not get it.”

Beca scratches the back of her neck. “Thank you.” She slowly looks up to meet Aubrey’s green eyes. “Don’t thank me just yet, let’s call Chloe first.” Beca nods so fast that Aubrey thinks her neck might snap. “Don’t say anything until we’re sure that Chloe is alone.”

*Phone Call*

Chloe: “Hello?” Chloe’s voice sounds tired.

Aubrey: “Chloe, are you alone?”

Chloe: “Aubrey? I am, why are you asking?”

Aubrey: “Where is Chicago?”

Chloe: “He went to the supermarket, he should be back in 20 minutes. Why are you asking Bree?”

Aubrey: “Because I have someone that wants to talk to you.”

Beca: “Hey.”

Chloe: …

Beca: “Chlo? Are you there? Shit Aubrey I think we lost her.” Beca’s voice sounds panicky.

Chloe: “Beca? Is-is that really you?”

Beca: Lets out a relieved breath. “Yes Chlo, it really is me.”

Chloe: “I’m so sorry about everything, I should have stood up to him and…”

Beca: “Stop that Chlo, it’s not your fault. We will make this work… I promise.”

Chloe: “I missed your voice.” Beca hears a soft sob on the other line.

Beca: “Me too Chloe… How has he been?”

Chloe: “Angry… drunk…”

Beca: “Has he… did he hurt you? Or Bella?”


Beca: “Chlo? What did he do?”

Chloe: “N-nothing he did nothing.”

Beca: “Chloe I swear to god if he hurt you I’ll…”

Chloe: “I need to, he’s home.”

*End Phone Call*

Aubrey sees the angry look on Beca’s face and imagines nothing good. “I need to get her out of there.” The brunette jumps up but gets pulled back on the couch by Aubrey. “You can’t do anything Beca. Except if she…” Aubrey pauses with a thoughtful look. “If she what Aubrey?” Beca nudges the blonde. “We can only help her if she… if she leaves him.” Beca slams her hand against the couch. “She will never do that Aubrey! She’s terrified of him!” Beca takes a deep breath. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“It’s ok Beca, I understand.” Aubrey gently takes her phone back from Beca. “Is there anything you would like to give her?” Beca flashes the blonde a confused  look. “I’m going to go to their house to ‘surprise’ her. I can try and give her something from you?” Beca gets up and runs up the stairs leaving Aubrey confused this time. A few minutes later Beca returns with a flash drive. “Could you … please?” Aubrey takes it. “Of course, that’s what friends are for.”


Two weeks have gone by and Beca hasn’t heard from Chloe ever since they talked on the phone. Aubrey visited the brunette a few times trying to cheer her up. Aubrey had talked to Chloe about leaving Chicago but the redhead immediately brushed away the idea. Chicago was playing nice towards Aubrey but she could smell the alcohol from miles away. And the fear in her best friend’s eyes killed her inside. Of course she hadn’t told Beca about that. It would only result in Beca going over there trying to beat the crap out of Chicago and end up in the hospital herself.

Beca has been going back to the studio to keep herself busy. The people around her noticed the sudden change of mood and decided not to ask her about it. The last time someone tried Beca had scowled at them for 3 days. And that was just because of something her father had said. But now they could see this was something more severe and no one wanted to be at the receiving end of that anger.

Aubrey had filled in the Bellas who in turn tried to cheer up their ex-captain but nothing seemed to work. Beca had just politely smiled and rolled her eyes at the failed attempts. She knows they mean well but right now the only thing that could cheer her up is Chloe’s voice, her smile… hell even her hugs. That’s how she finds herself on a Thursday at 3 in the morning looking at old Bellas videos. Listening to every giggle and laugh Chloe let escape. The angelic voice when she would sing.

Around 4 am Beca hears a loud knock at the door. Who could be at the door at this time at night? Better yet who the hell would knock on the door instead of ringing the doorbell. With low growl Beca gets up from the couch and places her laptop on the table. She shuffles to the door and prepares herself to shout at the imbecile standing on the other side. But stops herself just in time when she sees Chloe standing there.

“Chloe?” Beca lets her eyes scan the redhead. With each passing second she gets more shocked. “C-can I come in?” Beca quickly jumps to side but first takes the sleeping girl from Chloe’s arms. “Mommy?” Beca shushes the sweet girl while rocking her back to sleep. “Don’t worry princess, everything will be fine.” Beca closes the door and locks it just in case Chicago decides to show up.

She makes her way to the couch but decides to sit in the armchair instead. Chloe needs space to collect her thoughts so it seems like the only logical thing to do. For the first time Beca gets a really good look at Chloe’s face and sees a big bruise right underneath Chloe’s left eye and right jaw. Beca can feel her anger boiling inside her. “What happened?” It comes out as a whisper but Chloe hears it. “He was drunk it isn’t… I…”

Chloe shakes her head choking back her tears. “Chlo, I’m going to put Bella down in my bed so she can sleep. When I come back we can talk… if you want of course.” The light nod from the redhead sets Beca in motion. She gets up and walks up the stairs carefully trying not to wake the little girl.

When she finally sets her down she feels small finger wrap around her hand. “Go back to sleep sweetie. Your mommy and I are downstairs, we’re not going anywhere.” The grip seems to lessen and the little girl lets go slowly. Beca places a soft kiss on the girl’s forehead and cover her with the cover. She lets the door open slightly so some light can still enter in case the young girl wakes up.

Beca makes her way back down and sees that Chloe hasn’t left her position at all. She clears her voice when she enters the living room. “Bella is sleeping, I left the door open in case she wakes up.” Chloe nods and goes back to looking at her hands. “Please talk to me?” Beca kneels down in front of the redhead. “What happened?” Chloe leaps forward and wraps her arms around the brunette and bursts out crying. Beca slowly gets up to sit next to Chloe on the couch, pulling her closer letting her cry.

When Chloe calms down she curls up into Beca’s side. “He got really drunk…” Beca tenses at the words. “… Bella wanted to show him her good grade. He got angry and hit her. I jumped in to stop him before he could do it again… he hit me instead. He walked out without a word…” Who could hurt someone like Chloe or Bella? “… I tried to settle her down but she wouldn’t stop crying. I took her and drove her to the one place she’ll always be safe…”

It’s the first time all night that Chloe looks Beca in the eyes. “You both will always be safe here.” Beca keeps looking into the once brightly shining blue eyes which now seem dull. Knowing that this isn’t the time to do this Beca takes up the courage to tell Chloe what she feels deep inside. “I will protect you for as long as I live. I love you.” A small smile starts to form on Chloe’s face. “I know you do Becs, I love you too.” Beca shakes her head softly. “You don’t know Chlo because I’m in love with you.”

“What took you so long?” Chloe leans in and kisses Beca softly on the lips. As good as it feels Beca pulls away. She sees the hurt look in Chloe’s eyes when she does. “I really want to but you just walked out of a marriage. You’re still married Chlo… I don’t want to take advantage of your emotional state.” Chloe hugs Beca tighter than she ever has. “That’s why I love you so much Bec, you always think of others before you think about yourself.”


The loud banging on the door makes the two women jump apart. “I know you’re in there Chloe!” Beca sees Chloe cower from the loud voice. Beca gets up and walks to the door. “Go away Chicago, you’re not welcome here!” She shouts back. “I will break down this door!” Beca takes a step back just in case. “I will call the police for harassment!” She can hear him laugh on the other side. “You’re the one that will get in trouble, my wife is in there without my consent!”

“Yes the wife that left you because you’re an alcoholic husbands that beats her and your child!” It stays quiet for a moment on the other side. “That… that was a mistake.” Beca sees Chloe look at the door from the living room door opening. “Chlo, baby I know you’re there. Please forgive me and let’s go home?” Chloe snorts. “You can expect divorce papers Chicago, I never want to see you again.”

“You will lose this battle Chloe, I will get custody of Bella and you will never see her again even if you tried.” Beca sees Chloe flinch at those words. “I have been providing for our family ever since we got married, you have nothing without me.” Beca runs to Chloe and wraps an arm around her before shouting at the door. “That’s not true you jackass, she has me supporting her financially. The court will take Bella’s choice into consideration. Bella will always choose for her mommy because she knows she’ll always be safe with her!”

Chloe looks at Beca full disbelieve. “We also have the best lawyer at our side.” Beca whispers to the redhead with a warm smile. “You will not get away with this Mitchell!” They hear loud footsteps disappearing into the night. When the coast finally seems clear the two women let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding. “Is he gone?” They look up and see Bella standing at the top of the stairs. “Oh sweetie, he is.” Chloe leaves Beca’s side and runs up pto her daughter.

Beca follows her with a small smile. “How about we all take a nap and call aunty Aubrey in the morning?” Beca asks the 6 year old. The smile on the girl’s face does all the speaking. “Why don’t you go lay in bed? Mommy and I will join you in a minute.” Bella rushes of to Beca’s bedroom. “I have some extra clothes for you to sleep in. They’re in the closet.” Beca kisses Chloe on her cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Before Beca can walk back down the stairs Chloe pulls her back. “We have slept together before Becs.”

“I know but…” Chloe cuts her off with a giggle. “The only thing that changed is a 6 year old will be sleeping in the middle… and I love you.” Beca breathes in deeply. “I guess that’s not such a big change.”

They make their way to the bedroom and see Bella half asleep. Chloe quickly changes into one of Beca’s sweatpants and a shirt. “Good night mommy.” Chloe kisses her daughter on her forehead before whispering her own goodnight. “Good night momma.” Chloe’s eyes widen in shock. from all the things Bella could have said this one was the last on the list. “Goodnight princess, mommy and I will see you in the morning.”

When Chloe is sure Bella is fast asleep she props herself up on her left arm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she would say that.” She whispers loud enough for Beca to hear. “Don’t worry about it Chlo. Maybe one day we can make that name official for us.” It’s not much of a question and it leaves Chloe smiling like an idiot before falling asleep with Beca’s arms wrapped around her and her daughter.


Chloe can’t believe it, she won… she won full custody over her daughter and got officially divorced from Chicago. She almost leaps in Beca’s arms. The brunette had been there all the way since day one. She would pick up Bella from school and take her to her ballet or singing classes. She was there at every court date and made sure that Chloe felt at ease the entire time. Three months, it took them three months to finalize everything.  

“We did it.” Beca laughs. “No babe, you did it.” Chloe nuzzles her nose into Beca’s neck. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” The clearing of someone’s throat makes Chloe jump up. “Maybe you should find another lawyer then?” Chloe lets go of Beca completely and throws herself at Aubrey. “Of course I couldn’t have done it without you Bree.” Beca smiles at the sight while picking up Bella. “Can we eat pizza today momma?”

Aubrey’s eyes widen at the words leaving the 6 year old. “Of course princess, we can have anything you want.” Aubrey gives Chloe a look. “When did that happen?” The blonde asks. “The night we left Chicago, she said it while we were laying in bed. Beca has been completely cool with it.” Aubrey shakes her head with a smile. “I’m happy for you Chlo, everything you wished for is right there.” Aubrey points at a laughing Beca and a giggling 6 year old.

“You guys, this little princess wants pizza. What about we go celebrate?” The two women quickly agree. Aubrey calls Jesse over to join them with his and Aubrey’s 3 year old boy. “Mommy are you happy now?” Chloe looks at her daughter. “Yes baby girl I am.”

They make it to the pizza place Bella loves a little over 30 minutes later and occupy a booth. They all talk and remember old memories and tell Bella all the crazy adventures they had. When the pizza is finished Chloe notices that Bella is not sitting next to Beca anymore. “Uhm Becs where’s Bella?” The brunette doesn’t have to answer the question because the little redhead pulls Chloe’s sleeve.

“Mommy can I ask you something?” Chloe nods. “Do you love Beca?” The question is a bit weird coming from a 6 year old but simple enough to answer. “Yes, I do.” A big smile forms on the girls face. “Can I ask you something else?” Once again Chloe nods. “Will you marry Beca?” The small gasp coming from Aubrey makes Chloe turn around. “Aren’t you going to answer the question?”

Chloe is in shock. Beca is kneeling in front of her with a diamond ring in a black box. “Chloe Anne Beale, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Chloe’s eyes fill with tears. “Yes, yes of course I’ll marry you.” Beca takes the ring out of the box and places it on Chloe’s left ring finger. “I have one more thing to do.” Beca announces. She get up and walks around the table and kneels in front of Bella taking out another box from her back pocket.

“Bella, will you give me the honor of making your mommy the happiest woman in the world and becoming you momma?” The little girl shrieks and throws herself at her new momma. “I guess that’s a yes.” Beca chuckles. She pushes the girl off of her so she can open the little box to reveal a golden necklace. It’s a golden B on a golden chain. She turns the girl around so she can put the necklace around her.

When Beca gets back up her feet she’s met with a round of applause and a crying redhead. “I love you Beca Mitchell.”

“I love you too Chloe Beale.” Chloe shakes her head. “No, it’s soon to be Chloe Mitchell.” People would have called Beca crazy if she would smile even harder. But it’s worth it, her whole world is standing right there in her arms and tugging at her jeans to be lifted up. Yes, this is everything she ever wanted. Chloe as her (soon to be) wife and a beautiful daughter to take care off.



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—  Nikki Bella

“Police have begun their investigation.” Parker started, ignoring Don’s last statement.

“Several people have reported seeing the lights in the sky. A local Pleasantview resident, Mr. Chester Gieke, also pinpointed the lights right above your home, corroborating your, as well as Miss Nina Caliente and Miss Dina Caliente’s story. So that is good news for us.” Parker claimed, that fake, pained lawyer smile plastered to his face.

Suddenly Parker’s face changed into what Don could only describe as a death gaze.

“Miss Nina and Dina Caliente, who I am also representing if need be, claim they waited with you the three hours for Bella Goth to return. However, since Bella has supposedly not been returned, the police suspect foul play.” 

The fake lawyer smile returned before Parker continued.

“Crime scene investigators are currently processing your residence, as well as the residence of the Caliente’s, and if they find anything they are going to arrest you for kidnapping, possibly murder, and my girlfriend and her sister for aiding and abetting.”