#becca said it's okay to know this is from bella!

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Who’s that handsome man over there? With the wings? Heaven must be missing an angel!

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To: Rohan From: Anonymous Message (Sung by Cupid Tony):

What is this feeling, so sudden, and new? I felt the moment I laid eyes on you My pulse is rushing My head is reeling What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame, does it have a name? Yes. Loathing. Unadulterated loathing, For your face Your voice Your clothing. Let's just say—I loathe it all. Every little trait however small Makes my very flesh begin to crawl

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Hey, since requested are open, I was wondering if you were going to continue the Stiles x reader Pitch Perfect AU? It’s totally fine if you aren’t, I completely understand. Love your writing ❤️

Thank you, I’m glad you have liked my x-readers. 

Songs are the way to someone's heart

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Part Five

Summary: Since becoming a Barden Bella it put a toll one everything that’s happened. You would never think that having a friendship with Stiles Stilinski would determine your status with being apart of the Barden Bellas.

Notes: 

This is a Pitch Perfect AU 

Warnings: None 

Dialogue Prompts: None

Stiles Stilinski x-reader 

Stiles and I haven't spoken since last weeks moment. We don’t know what to say to each other, we obviously can’t tell the trebles or the Bella’s. Part of me liked being a rebel English major, but the other part of me just wants to get through college the way I intended. 

I realize that I’ve only known Stiles for over about four months now, but he was one of the nicest and down to earth guys I’ve actually shown interest in. We both like Star wars, lacrosse, and music. He’s the perfect fit for me, right? 

~~~~

I woke up from my afternoon nap, propping myself up with my elbow. I looked down at my phone and saw that I had ten missed calls from Aubrey and four text messages from Chloe and Becca. “Oh shit...” I muttered. I jumped up from my bed, grabbing a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt to change into. I quickly put my hair up in a messy bun. I grabbed my purse, dorm key, and phone, and rushed to the auditorium. I pushed open the doors, my purse hung from my wrist. 

“S-Sorry I’m late, I-”

“Y/N, you’re here by expelled from the Bellas,” Aubrey said. “What?!” the group exclaimed. “Aubrey,” Chloe said, “She’s the best one we have.”

“Hey!” Amy said, “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, sorry Amy,” said Chloe, “We can’t get rid of Y/N, she has Bella blood within her.” 

“Fine,” Aubrey sighed, “She can stay.....if she tells us where she was last Tuesday and why she was late.” My heart beat quickened as I heard her say those words. I raised my eyebrows in surprise and fixed my purse. “Y/N, care to answer the question?” Aubrey retorted, crossing her arms.

“I was-”

“She was with me,” Becca interjected, “We were studying for our English test.” I sighed in relief, my heart beat went back to its normal pace. “Is that true?” Aubrey asked. I gulped, nodding vigorously. Aubrey uncrossed her arms and rested them at her side. 

“Very well then, let’s get to practicing!” 

~~~~~

  “Thanks for saving my ass,” I thanked, sitting in front of Becca at the Cafe. I took a sip of my caramel ice coffee. “No problem,” she said, “Were you with Stiles?” I looked up from the drink. 

“How did you-”

“Did you forget that you were wearing his sweatshirt?” she questioned, pointing to the maroon shirt. “Oh...” I said, “I must’ve grabbed it by accident.” Becca raised her eyebrows, taking a sip of her coffee. “I’m telling the truth,” I claimed. “Are you?” she inquired. I huffed in annoyance and looked around the room. “Okay,” I sighed, “You can’t tell anyone about this, got it?”

“Spill!” 

So I told her everything, how Stiles and I have gotten to know each other, the kiss, and everything else. “Wow,” Becca said, shocked as she leaned back in her seat. “What do I do?” I said and hit my head on the table over and over again. Becca reached over and lifted up my head. “I can’t tell you what to do,” she said, “That’s for you to decide.” I smiled shyly, eating a bit of my croissant. “How do you feel about Stiles?” she asked. I blushed, thinking of his whiskey colored eyes and his cute smile. “Oh god,” my friend groaned, “You’re into deep.” 

“I am aren’t I!” I ran my hands through my hair, groaning in frustration. “Listen,” Becca spoke, “There’s this costume party tonight, why don’t you and Stiles go together?”

“Won’t Aubrey be suspicious?”

“Chloe, Jessie, and I will distract her.”

“Becca,” I said, “You can’t tell them.” she rolled her eyes, the waitress walked over and picked up my mugs. “I can’t tell them?!” she exclaimed, earning glares from the other customers. I glared at her as well and told her to calm down. 

“No,” I said, “because if you do Amy is going to tell Aubrey, and you know Amy can’t keep secrets.” Becca handed a $20 to the waitress. I grabbed my purse, we walked out of the café. 

“I won’t,” she said, “but you have to promise me that you are going to tell him how you feel.” I nodded my head, tightening the drawstrings of the sweatshirt. “If I do that, you have to promise me that you will work with Aubrey about the stupid no Treble and Bellas rule,” I said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “Deal,” she agreed. She held out her hand, I shook it in agreement. 

~~~~

   I looked down at my black dress that matched my black and red heels. Stiles and I were going as Mr. and Mrs. Smith from the 2005 spy movie. I finished curling my hair and applied some red lip gloss. I smoothed the stretchy fabric so there were no wrinkles. I slipped the lace band over my leg and put a small fake knife that I had put together with some duct-tape and cardboard. 

A knock came from the door of my dorm. “Y/N, it’s Stiles!” I grabbed my phone, dropping it into my gold purse. “Coming!” I responded. I opened the door and smiled. “Wow,” he said, “You-You look great, very Mrs.’s Smith of you.” I chuckled and locked the door. 

“Ready, ‘Mr. Smith’?” 

“Of course, ‘Mrs. Smith’!” 

I giggled, Stiles draped his arm around my shoulders. We exited through the doors of the building. The cold wind hit me, I shivered from the slight breeze. “You okay?” he asked. “Yeah,” I sighed, “More than okay.” He put a hand on my lower back and led me towards his jeep. We pulled up at the auditorium, Chloe, Becca, Jessie and Benji stood at the front of the building. “Y/N! Stiles! Over here!” Becca yelled. Stiles locked his car and we walked over to our friends.

“And who are you two supposed to be?” Chloe asked, smirking. “Mr and Mrs. Smith from the spy movie,” I replied. “Very cute,” Becca commented, “Come on! Amy is doing an embarrassing dance with Boomer and I really want to see it.” I took Stiles’ hand, leading him into the decorated building. There were green and gold decorations, three tables full of food, and a bunch of tables set up on either side of the auditorium.

The music was so loud I had to cover my ears. “It’s so loud!” Stiles yelled, “Can you hear me?” I nodded and giggled at Amy and Boomer. Becca and Jessie walked over to the food table, wearing their matching costumes. “I can’t believe they went as Andrew and Allison from The Breakfast Club!” Stiles said, putting a hand on my shoulder. 

“Jessie probably forced her to,” I said, smirking. “Do you want to dance?” he asked. I nodded and followed him to where everyone else was. Stiles grabbed my hand, twirling me around. I giggled as he attempted to show off his dance moves. He motioned me to back up. Stiles pretended to throw a fishing rod, I waved my arms behind me and ran towards him. I smiled and stared into his eyes. 

“Hey! I want to show you something!” he yelled, grabbing my hand before I could deny. We walked through some double doors. We could still hear the slight hum of the music. Stiles walked to a closet and took out a case of something. “Stiles...” I whispered, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s fine, it’s mine anyways.” 

I rolled my eyes, he grabbed my hand again and sat me down. He took the instrument out of the blue and white case. He started to strum the strings lightly, humming to the tune. 

“Y/N,” he sang, “I love your smile, it lights up my world.” I smiled, playing with the hem of my dress. “Your character drives me nuts, you’re like the Lea to my Han.” I leaned against the wall, looking at him. “When I first saw you, I felt like we could be stuck like glue,” he sang, “You’re perfect the way that you are, oh!” I blushed at the thoughtful, but cheesy lyrics.

“I love the way you talk about the things you love,” He looked at me, “I just need to ask you one thing......” I raised my eyebrows, hoping he was going to ask me what I think he was going to ask me. He stopped playing the guitar and draped his arm around it. “Would you do me the honor and be my girlfriend?” He asked, smiling shyly. “Please,” he strum the guitar as he said that word (GIF Above).

I was about to say something when Aubrey and Boomer ran in with Becca, Chloe, Amy and Jessie trying to stop her. “Y/N Y/L/N and Stiles Stilinski!!!” Aubrey yelled, “what the hell do you think you two are doing!?”

“I’m sorry,” Becca said, “I tried to stop her, but her heels are hella sharp.” Stiles stood beside me, carrying the guitar case. “We...He-“

“I was showing her a song that I made for her,” Stiles interrupted, setting a hand on my shoulder. Aubrey rolled her eyes as she didn’t believe us. “Yeah right,” Aubrey stepped forward, “I know what happened.” I could see Stiles trying not to freak out.

We both cared about each other, but we also loved singing. It sucked that we couldn’t see each other. “Y/N,” Aubrey said, “What’s it going to be? Stiles or The Bella’s?”

“You can’t expect me to choose between the two!”

“Oh! I’m sorry, are the Bellas not important to you?” I dropped my hands to the side, stepping forward. “Fine!” I said, “if you can’t expect me to have friends and people that I care about, then-then.....” I looked back at Stiles, he stared at the ground as he avoided eye contact with Boomer and Jessie. “Then I’m-I’m quitting the Bellas,” I finished.

I walked through the group, pushing Aubrey aside. “Y/N!” Stiles yelled. He tried stepping forward, but Boomer stopped him. “What about you?” The leader of The Treblemakers asked.

I hope you liked it! 😁, I will be making a part five!

[misfcrtunes]

𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽 //

IC TIME: A few days ago

PARTIES: @misfcrtunes ( Gabriel ) + @oddityinc ( Lionel ) 

SUMMARY: Lionel reveals that he found a cure for Gabriel... that Gabriel didn’t want.

WARNINGS: Mention of death, axe murderers, manipulation

Would this be an unchallenging conversation ahead of him? Absolutely not. Would he have to endure his boyfriend’s well-meant neuroticism just so his new thrall status wouldn’t be an effort made in vain? Yes, completely. Was he regretting showing up on the other’s doorstep at 10 P.M. with a box full of human things for him to look forward to like it was show-and-tell? No, actually. He thought it would all work out, somehow. Lionel knocked twice on the door and leaned on the wall, balancing the box on his hip and forcing a grin once the door opened. “Surprise! It’s me, and not some ax murderer come to try and kill you in your sleep. Do you sleep, actually?”

Gabriel never got guests  ——  he had long since wanted to make friends, seeing that he was outliving them  —— so he knew very well that this was his boyfriend visiting. He didn’t rush to the door, trying to pick up a few things around his apartment before he let the other in. “Oh, I’m glad that’s not the case” he chuckled, kissing the other on the lips gently. “No, I don’t. You should really be going to bed, kid.”

“Why do that when it’s so much fun here?” Lionel wondered, the grin losing its tightness as he actually saw Gabriel. Maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult after all. “Plus, we have much to discuss, and I even bear gifts for you. May I come in and bother you on the couch?”

Gabriel rolled his eyes, opening up the door more for him to come in. “Yeah, you can stay for a bit. Then you need to go to sleep,” he insisted. “Gifts? What’s the occasion?”

Lionel whined loudly as he entered, “Come oooon, it’s not like I have school tomorrow. We should have a sleepover, though,” he said, not realizing how immature the word sounded while he busied himself by sitting cross-legged on the couch, placing the box on the floor in front of him. “Your state of being is the occasion.”

Gabriel sat down beside him after he closed the door, furrowing his brows. “State of what? You know nothing’s changed or is changing, right?”

“Oh, but that isn’t true in the slightest,” Lionel said, feeling his palms perspire as he got closer to revealing what he’d come to say. “Because I found someone who can cure you — and they agreed to do it!”

Gabriel stared blankly at the other male for a moment, trying to process what was going on. Lionel went and found someone to cure him? Instead of himself? “I didn’t ask for that. You’re the one that needs to get cured.”

Lionel took a deep breath before continuing, “Right, and I will get cured, but your situation is a lot worse than mine, so I figured we would get that sorted first!” he exclaimed, smiling although he doubted that his apparent happiness would immediately translate to Gabriel.

The happiness did not reach Gabriel, who was growing upset with the fact that his boyfriend pulled this. “Just because it’s worse  — that doesn’t mean anything. Seriously. You’re this in-between… I don’t know. You didn’t even ask me if I wanted to be human.”

“You always say how awful it is to live forever and have to kill people, though, so wouldn’t you wanna be human instead?” Lionel asked, fumbling around with his hands as the nervousness began building again.

Gabriel frowned. “Because I don’t want that for you. You shouldn’t have to go through it. I’ve already been going through it. Who did you go to for that? I can’t  — honestly, I can’t believe you.”

“I haven’t killed anyone, though, and I might still be mortal. I have it considerably easier than you do.” Lionel glanced into a corner and felt his throat go dry, “That Bellamy chick. But it doesn’t matter who does it, what matters is you get a cure!”

“Bella —— Are you fucking kidding me?” Gabriel snapped, jumping up from the couch suddenly. “Of all witches,  you go and choose her? She’s even worse than Becca! She’s psychotic!”

Lionel began chewing on his lower lip. “But she can do it, she might be the only one here actually capable of it,” he said, “And — and I didn’t do all this to upset you or anything, I did it because I want you to — to live an actual life, y’know?”

“I don’t want it. Her deals come with serious penalties, you know that? Like, what, she’ll cure me but then make me her slave for the rest of my now human life. That’s no life,” Gabriel snapped. “And guess what, I am upset. I’m pissed that you went and talked to someone without me about me.”

“Yeah, but you won’t have to be the slave because I already agreed to it!” Lionel blurted, standing up from the couch and raising his hand to where Gabriel could see the cut on his palm, which was half-healed already. “I’m — I’m sorry, I just thought it was something you wanted. It’s something you deserve.”

Gabriel grabbed Lionel’s wrist, looking at the cut to see if it was even real. Shit. “I —— Are you fucking kidding me? Why would you  ——  why would you do that? Why would you make a deal like that?!”

“Because I thought — I thought it’d make you happy,” Lionel said, making no attempts at pulling his arm away, even keeping his fingers outstretched so the wound was still presenting. “I don’t mind it, I really don’t. So what if she asks me to run errands for her? I’ve made worse deals.”

“You haven’t, El. You haven’t made worse deals. This Lafontaine bitch is a real monster. She’s not gonna just let you go, you know that, right? She’s just  ——  she’s gonna make you do all kinds of shit you don’t want to,” Gabriel replied.

“Just — try not to focus on that part, alright? I can handle it. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a total pussy,” he said, “I- I even got you this stupid box of human stuff you can have whenever you are one again. Like — like this,” Lionel ducked down and opened the box, his hands resurfacing with a bag of Sour Patch Kids and a soda, “Sour candy and Coke! And there’s other stuff too, like chocolate and energy drinks, oh, and a mirror!”

Gabriel looked at the box with a frown. “Wh  — No, El. Really. No. We can figure out how to break that bond you made with her, but I’m not going to her. I don’t need candy or mirrors or sodas.”

Lionel huffed, his arms dropping to his sides. “I’m not breaking it, and you are going to her. I’ll figure out some other way to get cured, okay? And don’t pretend like you wouldn’t pull this exact same shit if this were all reversed.”

“Fine. You know what? We’re done. I’m not going to be with you anymore, and I’m not going to let you convince me otherwise. And I’m not going to Lafontaine. You can go break that bond now, because what’s the point of it now?” Gabriel said, voice shaking as he spoke. “Who cares what I would have done or wouldn’t have?”

“No, no. You can’t just do that. I get — I get this may not have been the way you thought this would go, but it’s what you get, and I know that you want it. You can’t tell me otherwise.” Lionel said stubbornly, “I care, because you would’ve dragged me there too and you know what? I would’ve let you, even if I didn’t mind being this way. But you do.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care what you think I want. You need to leave,” Gabriel replied.

“Oh, I don’t think it. I know it. I’m not leaving until you say you’re coming with me to Bellamy.”

“Don’t make me compel you, El. I’m giving you the chance to leave on your own.”

“Do it, then. But if you make me leave you’re going to regret it, and — and for more than just one reason.”

“And what reasons, El? Is it because I’m not going to have a consistent fuck now? Because I’m no longer going to have someone to babysit?”

Visibly hurt, Lionel winced at his words and shook his head. “N-No, because — because I’ll tell everyone what I am,” he sputtered. “My camera was still running that day in the park. It filmed me biting you, it saw everything. I’ll — I’ll release the footage and everyone will know. Humans, witches, hunters. Everyone.”

Gabriel almost froze when he heard Lionel speak. The boy certainly had his way with words, didn’t he? “Why? What good does that do you?”

“None. Neither does being a witch’s slave for the rest of my life if you aren’t turned,” Lionel said. “So? What’ll it be?”

“Fine. Fine. I’ll go and do this for you. But that’s it. I don’t want to see you after that.”

This is what love was, right? There was the euphoria, the endless endorphin rush, but then there was a crashing halt where everything shattered and you felt bereft of all you ever knew. That’s what the movies taught him — what they didn’t teach him is exactly how much it would fucking hurt. “Fine. You don’t have to,” Lionel said and brushed past Gabriel, “Keep the box. You’re going to need it.”

[lets-talk-appella]

Of Bells and Tulips

Bechloe Week 2019: Co-workers

Summary: Chloe's bored at the flower shop she works at with Aubrey. That is, until a new, "alternative" customer walks through the door. 

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: G

AO3 and FFN

The bell over the door jangles sharply, startling Chloe and making her look up from her typical Friday afternoon boredom doodle. A girl about her age rushes into the flower shop, all wild brunette hair and dark clothing, and whips off her sunglasses to scan the admittedly small collection of flowers on display.

“Uh… you want this one, or should I take it?” Aubrey, Chloe’s co-worker, whispers with a nod at the girl, who is now staring at some daisies as though they’d personally offended her. “She looks a little… alternative.”

“Aubrey!” Chloe hisses. “Be nice!”

“Alternative” is most definitely not the word Chloe would have chosen to describe the girl. Edgy, brooding, angsty, maybe. Hot, definitely. Chloe lets her eyes travel down the brunette’s body, taking in her dark boots, fitting jeans, and purple flannel. The look works, especially combined with her dark hair and pale skin.

Yep. Hot is the right word.

“I’ll take it,” Chloe whispers back to Aubrey, then breezes around the counter to step onto the main floor of the shop. “Hi, my name is Chloe,” she introduces herself as she walks over to the customer. “How can I help you?”

“Oh, um,” the girl’s eyes jump up to meet her own. They seem to widen, and Chloe can’t help noticing what a beautiful shade of blue they are. “No, I’m good. Thanks.”

“Okay, then, just let me know if you need anything,” Chloe chirps back in her standard higher-than-normal “customer service voice,” trying not to place any extra emphasis on the “anything” part of her sentence.

Maybe the emphasis comes across anyway, because the girl’s eyebrows lift slightly. After a beat, she gives a very tight, sarcastic-looking smile that clearly says, “I’d like to be left alone, thanks.”

Chloe takes the hint and backs away, moving down the aisle to the orchids to give them water, even though she’d already watered them that morning. She glances up to where Aubrey still waits behind the cash register, frowning down at the homework she’d been plugging away at.

There’s no one else in the store besides the girl, who hasn’t moved.

Normally, Chloe wouldn’t push a customer. She knows that people like their personal space, and sometimes especially when shopping. But the girl had rushed into the store like her boots were on fire, and the way she looks at the flowers is almost a sure sign she has no idea which to choose.

Plus, she is really, really hot.

So, Chloe clears her throat. “See anything you like?” she asks as innocently as she can manage.

“Um.” The girl blinks, looking for all the world like a deer caught in the headlights. “I’d like to buy flowers.”

“Oh, totes!” Chloe steps forward excitedly, leaving the overwatered orchids behind. “You’re definitely in the right place. So were you thinking roses, carnations, daisies, sunflowers… maybe tulips or lilies? Or—oh! Orchids! Orchids are the tits.”

The girl takes a step back, looking slightly alarmed. “Oh. Um. I don’t really…” she shrugs uncomfortably, her eyes flicking around the store. “Is there a difference?”

Chloe can’t stop the smile from breaking out over her face. “There’s a difference, yes. That’s why I’m here! To help you with whatever you need.”

“Right… so you’re, like, the flower expert.”

“Yeah! Well, sort of. Not really,” Chloe says with a shrug.

The girl looks more freaked out than ever. “Then who are you?”

“I’m Chloe,” Chloe repeats. “You are?”

From across the room, Aubrey tuts impatiently, but Chloe pointedly ignores her. The girl’s eyes flash over to where Aubrey stands, then return to Chloe’s face. “I’m Beca. But that’s not what I… do you, like, own this place?”

Beca. That’s a really nice name. It suits her, Chloe thinks.

“Oh, pfft, no,” Chloe waves her hand. “No, Aubrey and I just work here to earn some money. We go to Barden.”

Beca’s lips lift into a smirk. “Aubrey looks kinda grumpy,” she whispers, leaning in.

Chloe leans in even further, to the point where she knows she could probably be written up for some sort of harassment thing. Whatever. Beca doesn’t seem to mind. “Don’t worry about Aubrey,” she says. “Her parents just didn’t take her out of the shrink wrap.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Beca replies with a wink before leaning away. “And I go to Barden, too, actually. Unfortunately.”

Something in Beca’s tone catches at Chloe. “Why unfortunately?”

“Oh, uh,” Beca looks down and shuffles her feet, as if she hadn’t meant to say anything. It’s adorable. “I’d rather be in L.A., producing music.”

Chloe’s pretty sure she falls in love with Beca at that exact moment. “Oh my God!” she shrieks, and Beca takes another step back (which Chloe utterly disregards, taking her own step forward). “That’s so cool! I love music!” She’s gushing, and she knows it, but she can’t quite make herself stop.

“Wow, yeah, that’s really—”

“Aubrey and I are actually in an a cappella group together, the Barden Bellas! We’re the tits,” Chloe promises.

Beca smiles uncertainly. “I thought orchids were the tits.”

Chloe nods. “Both are the tits.”

“Great…” Beca’s smile widens, and Chloe feels like Beca might be making fun of her. Only a little, though. “So, yeah, a cappella, that’s… like, a thing now.”

“It’s aca-mazing,” Chloe emphasizes, reaching out to grab Beca’s wrist briefly before letting go. She takes it as a good sign that Beca doesn’t immediately scream at her or jerk away. Over Beca’s shoulder, Chloe sees Aubrey’s eyes widen and her mouth fall open. Chloe ignores her.

Beca’s lips purse, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead, she turns back to the flowers. “Uh, well, so I should probably…”

“Right!” Chloe says. “What’s the occasion? That might help decide. Like you don’t wanna bring sunflowers to a funeral!”

Oh my God. Had she really just said that?

Instead of looking at her like she’s crazy, though, Beca smirks again. “Well, depends on whose funeral, doesn’t it?”

Christ, hot and witty? The urge to kiss the smirk from Beca’s lips is overwhelming. That, however, would most definitely be a violation of store policy, so Chloe manages to restrain herself.

“No, not a funeral,” Beca continues, returning to scanning the bunches of flowers laid out. “A date. Some girl I matched with on Tinder. We’re getting together for the first time in, like, fifteen minutes.”

Disappointment slides down Chloe’s throat to land heavily in her stomach. When she doesn’t immediately reply, Beca glances at her, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

“Is that—”

“She’s a lucky girl!” Chloe exclaims much too enthusiastically. “Um, flowers are really perfect. Some girl I used to date really liked, uh, daisies.”

Chloe’s totally pulling this out of her ass, but it seems to work because the tension leaves Beca’s face. Behind her, Aubrey drops her face into her hands.

“So… daisies?” Beca asks, blinking several times. “I was kinda thinking, like, roses.”

“Oh, I mean, yeah. If I were you, though, I’d go with tulips.”

“Not daisies?”

“Forget the daisies,” Chloe waves her hand. “Tulips.”

Beca’s lips twitch. “Why? So I can use one of the assortments of tulip-related puns?”

“No, but that would work,” Chloe smiles right back. “I was just thinking roses are overdone. And tulips are my favorite flower, so.”

“So that settles it,” Beca says, rocking back on her heels and gesturing to the wide variety of flowers in front of her. “Um, which ones are…”

“These ones!” Chloe says brightly, reaching for the nearest bundle of tulips. They’re all different colors—orange, yellow, and pink—but Beca doesn’t seem to mind. “I’ll ring these up for you,” she says, and leads Beca back to the cash register.

Aubrey steps aside with a close-lipped smile, one that Beca returns somewhat tersely. Chloe wants to roll her eyes at the both of them.

“So that’ll be $15, but I’m going to give you the ‘first-time customer’ discount.”

Aubrey clears her throat. “Chloe, we don’t have—”

“And that brings your total to $7!” Chloe says loudly. “Will you be using cash or card today?”

Beca stares at her for maybe an extra heartbeat than what might be considered socially acceptable, but she doesn’t say anything. She pays for the flowers, smiles at Chloe, lifts her eyebrows at Aubrey, and then turns and walks out the door, the bell jingling somewhat forlornly (Chloe thinks) as it closes behind her.

“Chloe—”

“I know, I know!” Chloe throws her hands up in the air and whirls to Aubrey. “It’s stupid, and pathetic, and she’s seeing someone, and I should definitely be doing my very best to forget she ever existed, but—”

“I was just gonna say,” Aubrey cuts her off, hands raised placatingly, “I’ll pay the difference on those flowers. And, uh, be careful. She’s… just be careful, okay?”

The volume of the squeal Chloe emits as she flings her arms around her best friend is unprecedented and is likely only a few decibels short from shattering the front window of the shop.

***********************

Chloe isn’t a stalker. She’s really, really not.

Just because she did a Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram search for anyone named Beca, Becca, Rebeca, or Rebecca in the Barden area does not make her a stalker. It also doesn’t make her a stalker if she had, throughout the course of the week since she’d met Beca, been keeping an eagle eye out for that long brown hair anywhere on campus, occasionally following the odd girl that maybe sort of looks like Beca from behind.

Okay, maybe she’s kind of a stalker.

But even after a week of using her best creeping skills, Chloe has yet to track down one tulip-purchasing, Tinder-girl-dating Beca. Aubrey had even helped, though very half-heartedly, and also had seen no sign of her on Barden’s campus. So, Chloe had reluctantly decided that it was time to move on and had started debating the merits of reinstalling Tinder on her phone.

So she’s more than a little surprised when, halfway through her and Aubrey’s next Friday afternoon shift at the flower shop, the bell jangles merrily and Beca waltzes right in.

Chloe jolts upright, excitement firing through her. “Hey! Hi, hey, how’s it going?”

Beca smiles at her, making a beeline for the flower display. “Happy to see me?”

“Oh, I was just, uh, it’s kinda boring here,” Chloe says quickly, trying to play it cool. She can tell by the way Beca looks at her that she doesn’t believe that for a second.

Chloe glances at Aubrey, silently pleading, and with an eye roll and an exasperated sigh, Aubrey steps away, mumbling something about checking stock on the other side of the store.

“Uh huh,” Beca says, plucking a bouquet of tulips from the assembled pile and moving to the cash register. “I’m happy to see you, too, Chlo.”

Chloe’s stomach flutters at the nickname, and an unfamiliar warmth creeps into her cheeks. To cover her rising blush, she reaches for the bouquet, scanning them.

“So, is there anything else I can help you with today?” Chloe asks, wanting any excuse to keep talking to Beca.

However, Beca’s already reaching for her wallet. “No, actually, that’s it,” she replies, running a hand through her hair. “I’ve kinda gotta take these to another girl, so…”

Chloe’s stomach drops. “Oh. Uh, another date with…?”

“Hmm?” Beca glances up from her wallet. “Oh, no, last week was horrible.”

“Really?” Chloe asks, hearing the surprise in her own voice. “I mean, you just seemed… so…excited...” she trails off, gesturing pointlessly with her hands.

“Did I?” Beca frowns, then her expression clears. “I mean, all she did was talk about herself. Like, we were having coffee for two hours, and she didn’t ask me a single question. And she expected me to pay for everything. I don’t think she even liked the flowers.”

“Well that should tell you right there. Bad egg.”

“Definitely.”

“So, um, these are for someone else?” Chloe asks, even though Beca had already said as much. Still, she can always hope.

Beca shrugs, not quite meeting Chloe’s eyes. “Yeah, I’m gonna ask her out with them. We just met, but… I think we have a connection, or whatever.”

“Oh, well,” Chloe swallows her disappointment. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Beca huffs, looking down. “And, um, I can pay the full price, you don’t have to make up discounts for me tonight,” she grins crookedly. “I think Aubrey would strangle us.”

“I would!” Aubrey’s disembodied voice calls from somewhere behind the ferns.

Beca’s grin widens and she hands over the full amount for the bouquet. She picks up the flowers and turns to leave.

An insane urge hits Chloe then, one that would have her vault the counter, grab hold of Beca’s hand, and ask her out on the spot, before Beca can get to whoever this strange, random, and probably unattractive girl is.

“Wait!” Chloe blurts, and Beca pauses. “Um… would you be interested in a sale on the Ficus?”

Beca looks completely bewildered. Chloe doesn’t blame her.

“I… is that a kind of tree?”

“Yes, it is! Sort of. Um, there’s a sale.”

Chloe really wishes the floor could swallow her up right about now.

Beca lifts her eyebrows. “I think I’m good, thanks. Have a good night, Chlo.”

“I… you too, Bec,” Chloe sighs, her heart giving a particularly hard beat at the way Beca’s face seems to light up at the new nickname. Then Beca turns around, the bell jingles, and she’s gone.

Chloe releases a deep groan, burying her face in her hands even as she hears Aubrey bustling back to the counter.

“Ficus?” she hisses. “Chloe, what the hell?! I thought you were gonna ask her out! Why didn’t you?”

“She’s seeing someone else,” Chloe grumbles into her hands, fuming with herself.

“Not yet,” Aubrey says, and Chloe can picture her exasperated expression. “I’m tired of you moping. Go after her and—”

The bell above the door jingles.

Chloe looks up through her fingers to see Beca walking in again, something held awkwardly behind her back.

“Did you forget something?” Chloe asks, picking herself up and trying to act like a sane, rational person rather than someone who had just been moaning into her own hands. Aubrey has already vanished, somehow having shrunk back into the shrubbery.

“No, I didn’t,” Beca says, walking right up to the cash register.

“Then wh—”

Beca pulls the bouquet of tulips from behind her back and presents it to Chloe. Her fingers tremble just slightly and when Chloe looks up, she almost seems… nervous. “So, uh,” Beca starts, “we may not know each other very well yet, but I’ve got two-lips for you. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Chloe stares for a long moment. “That… might be the worst pun I’ve ever heard.”

Beca laughs and shifts her weight. “Yeah, I mean. It’s pretty bad.”

“Like. Wow.”

Beca’s eyebrows start to draw together again. “But, uh, the date?”

“Oh!” Chloe could seriously smack herself. “Yes! Yes, I’d love to go on a date.”

Beca exhales as if she’d been holding her breath and sends Chloe the biggest smile she’s seen from her. “Cool.”

With the sudden sound of rustling leaves, Aubrey reemerges from the plants. “Listen, midget, Chloe’s my best friend and if you hurt her—”

“Aubrey!” Chloe hisses. “It’s fine!”

“Chloe, I’m just—”

“I won’t hurt her,” Beca promises. “Really. If I do, I’ll walk back here so you can murder me yourself, okay?”

Aubrey stares at her a moment before nodding once. “Deal.”

“Cool,” Beca says again before looking back at Chloe. “So, uh, the flowers are for you, and, um, if you’d like, I can wait outside until your shift is over? Like on a bench?”

“Perfect,” Chloe smiles, taking the tulips from Beca. “See you soon?”

“Definitely,” Beca grins, turning to leave the shop.

The bell jingles on her way out, and to Chloe, its chime has never sounded so beautiful.

[mlovesstories]

Uh Oh (One Shot)

@find-sammys-shoe   I was gonna ask for a teen reader (who is a part of the cast) and Jared is a father figure to her.  I wanted something to happen with the reader (mental health wise) where she starts acting differently.

Words: 4500

Warnings: language, physical abuse, drinking, death, angst

AN- I will not be finishing the Uh Oh series.  I changed it to a one shot.  This was for my Jared lover @find-sammys-shoe ! @sbcamp08 thanks for the assistance. 

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Bella walked to the makeup trailer.  She entered through the door to see Jensen having his hair styled.

“Good morning, Jenny. Hair looking good today.” She snickered.

“Ass.” Jensen responded to her feminization of his name. “You take longer than me, idiot.” He rolled his eyes playfully at his TV niece.

“Whatever, old man.” Bella laughed. “Where is my father?”

“You mean Samantha? He’s coming.”

“Cool, I may have set up a little prank for him…”

“Good luck with that, kid.” He smirked.

Jared walked in.

“Hello, father,” she smiled.

“Hello, daughter,” Jared laughed.

“You realize you two aren’t related, right?” Jensen entered the conversation.

“We should be,” Bella giggled.

“I really don’t like having two of you,” the oldest whined.

“You love us, uncle.”

“Whatever, idiots.”  Jensen excused himself with a huff. 

———

“Whatever, Dean. I was just trying to help. Excuse me,” Becca stomped away.

“When is she going to learn that only I wash Baby? My girl has water stains everywhere now!” Dean roared and crossed his arms.

“You’re injured. She was trying to be nice. Now I gotta go clean up the mess you made with your niece.” Sam stood up from a chair and walked toward his daughter’s room.

“And cut!” The director yelled. “Great job, moving on!” Richard stated.

“I would hurt Becca, you know that, right?  Or you.  No one touches Baby, you or your character.  No touching, no washing, no breathing near my girl.  

“Yes, Jensen, I understand..” She rolled her eyes. “Because you’ve got a stick up your a-“

“Woah!” Jared walked back to the conversation. “Words, much?”

“You cuss all the time. What’s the problem with me doing it?” Bella raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t want my daughter to talk like that.”

“Oh really, Dad ? Because you set such a great example.” She and Jensen snickered.

“Oh, shut up!” Her TV father dismissed them with a laugh.

“Let’s get some lunch.”

———

“You not hungry?” Jared saw that Bella’s plate was empty after going through the buffet line. “Stomach ache or something?”

“Yeah, not feeling too good.” She grabbed her midsection.

“You want some meds or something? Where’s your mom?” Jensen asked.

“I’ll be okay. Thanks. She isn’t here today. Some new crew member was named my guardian for the day, don’t know ‘em.”

“That’s not like her.” Misha stated.

“It is now,” the fifteen year-old sighed under her breath. “Unggh.”  Bella groaned.

“Why don’t you rest in your trailer? We’ll check on you later.” Jared nodded toward her on-set humble abode.

“Okay, thanks.” Bella picked up her plate and walked toward her trailer door.

“Hope she’s okay,” Jared said quietly to the other two cast members nearby.

————

“Better?” Jared saw Bella walking over to him on set after lunch.

“A little. Nap helped.” She gave a small smile.

“Good, kiddo. Let us know if you’re feeling worse, okay?” Jared wrapped an arm around her.

“Yes, sir.”

Please let me get enough sleep tonight.  

_______

The next morning, Bella woke with more energy. “You coming to set, Mom?”  

“No, baby.  Not today.”  Her mom rubbed her temples.  

“Why?  I want you there.”

“You’re old enough.  They take good care of you.” Sharon dismissed her daughter’s question.

“But I want you.  Please?”  

“I am still in my pajamas.  And I think your driver is here.  I’ll sign over guardianship to him for the day.  Have a good day, sweetheart.”  The mother walked outside, signed a release paper, and stepped back into the house.  

What the hell? 

————

“You seem chipper today.”  Misha noticed.

“Slept good, actually.”  The fifteen year-old responded.  

“You don’t normally?”  He inquired.

“No.”  

“How come?  You’re too young to not sleep good.”  Misha looked concerned while sitting in his makeup chair.  

“I don’t really know, Meesh.”

“Try to take care of yourself, okay?”

“Yep, I will.”

_____

“Hey, Jelly!”

“Hey, Bean!  Aren’t you hot?  It’s like 85 degrees (29.4 C) and you’re wearing a huge sweatshirt.”

“No, I’m cold.”

“Are you fighting a fever?” Jared grew concerned.

“Maybe, not sure.”

Jared put his hand up to her forehead.  He winced at her hot skin.

“Go rest.  One of the PAs will get you when we pick up for shooting.”  Jared guided her toward her trailer.

“Okay, thanks.”

Why is she so out of it all the time?  

_______

“No, you may not.” Sam commands..

“Dad,” Bella’s character, Becca starts, “you can’t control me forever.”

“I know, but I can try.”  Sam defends. “I don’t want you to go. Please.”

“You just don’t want me going out with this boy.”    

“Well, yes. But it seems too perfect, sweetheart.”

Dean walks in.

“I have to agree with your dad. The guy comes out of nowhere and has a crush. It’s weird.” He wraps  his arm around Becca.

“Stop taking his side, Dean.” Becca rolls her eyes.  “Fine. But I get to choose the movie tonight.”

“AND CUT!”

As soon as the scene ended, Bella walked off set.

“Hey! Bella!” The boys caught up to her.  She turned. “You okay?  You leave set so fast.  We’re starting to get worried. You don’t hang out with us anymore. Did we do something?” Jared cut in front of her so that she would stop.

“No, of course not.  I’m just exhausted.  The on-set teacher has increased my work, and I guess it’s catching up with me.”

Don’t tell them.  Don’t tell them.

_________

“Gen!”  Bella saw Jared’s wife on the set.  

“Hey, B!  How you doing?” Gen gave her a hug.  

“Good!  I miss your babies!  Where are they?” Bella rubbed her arms.

“At home, I am here on business.”  Gen responded.

“Oh darn, well maybe I can see them next time.”  

“I’m going to see Jared, I’ll see you later.” Gen walked off.

When she greeted Jared, she asked him, “Is something up with Bella? She seemed reserved. I mean, she said hi, but she- I don’t know.”

“Yeah, she seems to be acting strangely lately.”

—————

“Becca?” Dean calls. 

Bella stirred on the bed in front of the camera.

Jensen broke character.

“What the hell is up with you, kid? ACT like you’re asleep. Don’t actually fall asleep!”  He laughed.

“CUT!”

“I’m sorry.” Bella apologized for not being prepared.

———-

“She fell asleep. REALLY fell asleep on the motel bed. Is she not sleeping or something?”  Jensen asked Jared later that day.

“What the hell?”

“Yeah. It was just us in the scene. I enter and ask a question, but she was asleep on the bed!”

______

“Why’d you fall asleep yesterday? Why are you so tired?”  Jared asked Bella in her trailer.

“I think I have insomnia,”  she blew out a breath.

“Have you been to the doctor?  Jensen said you fell asleep during the scene yesterday.  You’re scaring me.”

“Just… stuff.  I’m okay.”

“You’re not though.  Is your family-”

“Leave it, Jared.  Just leave it.”

“Darlin’, I just want you to be-”

“STOP, Jelly.

“Come on, Bella.  You’re scaring us, that’s all. Please tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

“My driver is here to take me home.  Good night, Jared.”  She quickly left the conversation.

—————

“Mom!”

Bella walked through the front door as her driver drove away.  

“Yeah?”  

“You sound tired.  You okay?”  Bella asked her. She heard a sound and saw a figure close the back door behind him.  “Ahh!  Call 9-1-1!”

“Relax, honey.  I know him, it’s fine.”  

“Who is he?”

“He is a friend.”

“Huh.  Just a friend?  You know you and Dad just got divorced, right?” Her mom was stoic, no emotional reaction. “Whatever. Okay, good night.”

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

I need to use the restroom.

_________

“I can’t, Dad.  I can’t help Charlie with research.  I’m already helping Garth because Uncle Dean is an ass and off’d it to me,”  Becca huffs.  “I also have homework due tomorrow night that I can’t get done until the dweeb is done with my computer.  He is catching up on Dr. Sexy, apparently.  Excuse me while I research the old-fashioned way.”  Becca walks toward the library.  

“I still can’t believe he likes that show,’ Sam says under his breath.

When they did the scene again, Bella played the scene in a more dramatic manner.  

“Hey, you okay?”  Jared pulled her aside.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re changing your intensity every time.  You sound frustrated.”

“No, I’m fine,” Bella dismissed.  

“If you say so, kiddo.”  Jared gave a frown as he walked back to his mark.  

_________

“Oh, no.”  Bella came through the front door a few weeks later and saw her mom asleep on the couch with the same man she had seen recently.  “Hey!”  The two adults stirred.  

“Hey, baby,”  Sharon slurred.  

“Hi, you must be Becky.”  The man tried to stand, but he fell back against the couch.  

“Actually, it’s Bella,” she growled.  “You got some nerve.”

“Oh… cool.”  He did not address her more aggressive comment.  He stood up and walked toward her.  “I’ve heard- I’ve heard so much about you, Becky.”  She moved out of the way.  

“You never stay when I am around.  You two are drunk, aren’t you?  Get out, you ass!  Now!”  

He continued to slowly chase her, staggering.  She screamed as loud as she could.  He stopped.  

“Go, honeybun.  I’ll call you- um- tomorrow,”  Sharon slowly spoke, tripping over herself to get to her friend.

“You’re lucky she was here, Becky,”  the man walked out.  

“Who is that?  A friend with benefits?”  Bella raised her voice.  

“He’s- he helps me.  Your ‘big-lawyer’ father did not pay child support again.  He should, ya know.  I’m gonna find him myself and-”

“Mom!”  Bella interrupted.  “Stop!  He always pays it on time!”

“Your dad is scum, Bell!”  Sharon whined with a lazy roll of her eyes.  

“He’s doing better than you!  He’s in recovery!  You’re more drunk than he ever was!  You know how much I hated his drinking.  Dad stayed with you when you were drunk all the time!”  

Her daughter saw her try to hide a brown long neck behind her back and even more behind a cabinet in the living room. “I need money!  That man helps me!”

“What?  Why are you drinking?  Who was he, really?”  Bella angrily took the bottle from her mom.  “Is this why you stay home?  To get wasted?”  She threw the bottle across the room.  It hit against the metal trash can and shattered on the floor. “That’s what Dad did!  That’s why you divorced him!”

“You and your perfect little life!”  Sharon screamed back at her daughter.  “You get to live your dream while I am now alone!”

“What?”  Bella softened.

“Never mind, sweetie.  Go to bed.  I’ll see you in the morning,”  Sharon sneered and walked up the steps without explanation.

Great. 

______

Why has she been acting like this?  It’s getting worse.

Who was that guy?  He’s gross.  

Why is she drinking again?  She hurt me last time.

How come I’m not with Dad?

It’s 2.30.  Three hours til my alarm. 

________

The next day, Bella did not ask her mom to go to set with her.  She ate breakfast and left with a large mug of coffee in her hand.  When she arrived in Makeup, the makeup artist looked her over.

“You okay, sweetie?  You look exhausted.  That’s not like you to have bags under your eyes like that,”  she said gently.  

“Didn’t sleep.  I’m so tired,”  Bella admitted.

Jared entered the room and noticed as well.

“Were you up watching YouTube videos again last night?”  Jared joked.  

“Yep, that’s it.  Stupid Ariana Grande videos are just so mesmerizing.”  She rolled her eyes.  

“Hey, is something going on?  You would tell me, right?”  Jared put his hand over Bella’s.  

“Huh?”  She yawned.  “Oh.  Yeah.”

“I’m just worried.”

“Don’t be.  I’m a Winchester.  I can handle myself,”  Bella giggled.  

“Baby, what-”

“I’m good, Jelly.  Thanks though.”

________

“Hey, Sharon, it’s Jared.”  He said hello to Bella’s mother.

“Oh, hi.”  Her words slowly came out.

“I’m just calling because we’ve all noticed a difference in Bella, and I wanted to make sure you all are doing okay.  She seems really tired, and she misses you on set.”

“Well, I’ve been a bit busy with my own ativivities- activities these days, Jeremiah.”  

“Excuse me?”

“I’m so, so grateful.  So grateful you care for her.  She deserves someone like you to watch over her.  Thanks,” with that, she hung up.

“What was that?”  Jared pressed the red button on the screen to end the phone call.

“What?”  Jensen and Misha walked up.  

“Uh, I called Bella’s mom just to check in and she seemed out of it.  It was just weird.  Her words were all jumbled and she hung up on me before the conversation was over.”

“That’s weird.  She’s usually upbeat.”  Misha commented.  “But she hasn’t been to set in weeks.  I know Bella has mentioned she isn’t sleeping.”

“She wants her mom here too, but she never comes anymore.”  Jensen chimed in.

“Sharon almost sounded- never mind.”  He spoke slowly.

“What, Jared?”  Misha asked.

“Drunk.  She sounded completely drunk, honestly.”

“Really?”  Jensen and Misha were in shock.

“I mean, that could explain a lot.”  Jared surmised.  

Bella walked out of her trailer and over to the boys.

“What are you crazies talking about?”  

“I called your mom to ask if she was doing okay since she hasn’t been to set with you in a while.”

Oh, crap.  I

Jared continued, “Your mom seemed different. Has your dad been around? He doing okay?”

Bella had to think quickly. “She’s just been out of it lately, I guess.”

“Is that it, though?  You’ve been so tired, and she didn’t seem like herself.”  Jensen asked.  

“We’re good, Jelly.”  

“No you’re not.”  Jared responded curtly.

“Stop.  We’re all fine.”  Bella gritted her teeth. “Excuse me, they need me in Wardrobe.’   She stomped toward the assigned trailer.  

“Not how I thought it would go,” Jared remarked.

__________

Over the next few days, Jared watched Bella closely.  She retreated.  Often, she was in her trailer or left set as soon as scenes were done.  

“She’s hiding.  Something happened,”  Jensen noted, seeing the same realization on Jared’s face.  “You should say something.”

“Me?  Why me?”

“You’re her buddy.  She trusts you.”  

“I’ve tried, man.  She doesn’t say anything.  I mean, she’s practically my kid.  She’s been around since she started kindergarten.  I just-”

“You love her, that’s why you’re stuck.  That’s why we’re all stuck.”

________

“Are you coming to my birthday party?”

“What’s the theme?  Paw Patrol?”  Jensen retorted.

“No, you jerk!”  Bella laughed.  “Please come!  Please?”  She looked at her three cast mates with puppy dog eyes.

“Yes, we will all be there.”  Jared smiled.  

“Yeah!  Thank you!”  She gave each cast member a hug.  

“I promise I will not blare One Direction the whole time!”  Bella laughed.

“Good, because I would turn it off and put on some Pearl Jam,” Jared laughed.

————-

At the party, the boys enjoyed time with the crew outside of work. All in attendance took part in the yummy appetizers and cake, although that is not what caught most attendees’ attention.

Misha was the first to mention it. “Is Bella’s mom- is she wasted at 1pm?”

“She’s at least tipsy. Haven’t seen her take a drink though.”  Jared joined in. “Oh! There’s her dad.” He walked over to Bella’s father. “Hi, Jonathan! Haven’t seen you in a while. How you been?”

“Good, just working a lot. How’s my girl been doing on set?”

“She’s fantastic.  She is always a pleasure. We work hard, but we have fun. We’ve been issuing you both on set! You should come by sometime.”

“Both? Doesn’t her mom go with her?”

Jared realized the weight of his own previous statement.

“I think that’s a discussion for you two.”  He whispered.

Bella’s father quickly walked toward Sharon. Jared tried not to watch as the wto parents gritted their teeth at each other through a quiet argument. Jared became distracted when arms wrapped around his waist.

“Thanks for coming, Jelly.”  Bella giggled. “I love you.”

“Hey, Bean!  Of course I came. Wouldn’t miss a chance to see Harry Stiles on paper plates.”  He picked up a birthday cake plate and showed her.  “Next year we are having an AC/DC party.”

“No!”  Bella laughed. As she caught her breath, she groaned. The now sixteen year-old stomped over to a man who had just entered and screamed, “Get out!” The party-goers became silent. “Leave.” She growled.

“Bella!”  Her mom tan to her and the man. “You know who this is. He wanted to say hi, that’s all.”  She embraced the man in a hug.

“It’s my party. I don’t want him here.” Bella growled lowly. Slowly the attendees went back to their conversations, however the boys watched inconspicuously.

“Just let him come in for a few minutes.”  

“You,” Bella pointed at him, “better not shit on my birthday party.” With that, she walked away and entered the restroom.

“Oh, gosh.” Jared huffed a breath while watching the interaction. 

When she came out of the bathroom, Jared pulled her aside.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. He’s just not my favorite person. I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Hey, Bella!” One of her friend’s called for her. “Come here!”  She waved to Jared and chased her friend down.

“Man, that guy is eerie.” Jensen walked over to Jared after getting a drink.

—————-

“Hey, Jelly!  Hey Meesh, Jenny.”

“Very funny, young lady.”  Jensen admonished.

“Hey, Bean! Did you crash after your party on Saturday?” Jared asked his TV daughter.

“Yes! I was so tired. But thank you for coming!”

“Of course. Glad I could celebrate you becoming an old woman!” Jared slightly nudged her. She winced.  He noticed. “Did I hurt you?”

“Nope!  Just caught me by surprise.”  She gave the worst fake smile he had ever seen. He touched her arm lightly again. When she recoiled. He took her flannel shirt off of her shoulder and lifted her T-shirt sleeve.

“Hey!”  She tried to get out of his grasp, but his hands kept her in place.  The boys gasped.

“It’s nothing.  I’m okay.”  

“You have cuts on you.  And bruises.  What in the name of all things is going on?”  Jared pulled down her sleeve again but held onto her elbow.  “And don’t say you’re fine.”  

“I got bit by a dog,”  Bella answered quickly.

“You wanna try again?  Those weren’t teeth marks.”  Jared probed.  She tried to break free.  “Excuse us, guys.  We need to have a father-daughter conversation.”  Jared growled and walked her to his trailer.  “Sit.”  

“Jelly, I am fine.”

“Don’t ‘Jelly’ me.  And you’re not fine.  Take off your flannel.”

“Huh?”  Bella became defensive.

“Take it off and roll your t-shirt sleeve up.”

“Jare-”

“Do it.”

She reluctantly did as asked.  He saw her entire arm covered in colors.  Scrapes and bruises were evident from her shoulder to elbow.  

“WHAT THE-”  He started.  Jared saw her shift away from him quickly and he stopped talking.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to scare you.  Something happened.  What is it?”

“Don’t ask me. Please don’t ask me that.”  Bella refused to answer his question.

“I’ve seen you pull at your sleeves, eat very little, and hide from us. You’re like my own kid. There is a reason my kids call you their sissy. I want to help you, but I can’t until you tell me.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t take it anymore.  Life just sucks right now.”

“Why?” Jared tried not give an automatic, protective growl. As soon as she heard the concern in his voice, she broke down.  

“My parents aren’t together anymore.  They haven’t for a while.  My mom had been acting weird, and then-”  Bella suddenly wailed into Jared’s chest.  He soothed her so that she could continue. “Mom started drinking.  She divorced my dad because he did the same thing.  He got it under control, but then I found her with this random guy!  He came after me, and-.”  Bella fell apart again.  “He hurts me every once in a while.  My mom too.  She doesn’t know, though. I think she blacks out.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He pulled her into him.  “Why didn’t you say something?  We could have helped.” As he took note of her body, he saw lined cuts up by her shoulders that he hadn’t seen previously.. “How have you been coping?  And before you say, I think I already know. Can you show me?”

Bella was too weak to talk, so she pulled up her sleeves over her shoulder. Jared took in the pink lines past her shoulder and on the corner of her collar bone.

“I’m sorry,” she wailed. “I’m so sorry. I should have told you!” Bella fell against her TV father again.

————

Over the next few weeks, Bella’s life shifted. She went to live with her dad when he realized what going on.  The cast and crew noticed her demeanor slowly changing back to her true personality. She laughed more, hung around the other cast members, and maintained her natural bubbliness.

“You okay?”  Jensen walked up to his TV niece.

“I am. Got lots of sleep last night. Scrapes and bruises are healing.”

“That’s not what I meant, smartass.”

“Can’t get anything by you, huh?”  She rolled her eyes.

“You seem less stressed.”

“Yeah. I guess I feel safe. Does that make sense?”

“Absolutely.  You had to worry about lots of things that were out of your control. Hopefully you won’t have to anymore.”

“Exactly.  It’s feels good.”

“Bella! I miss you!”

Bella turned from Jensen to see her mother on the other side of the studio stage gates. .

“Don’t respond. Go to your trailer and lock the door.”  Jensen commanded in a low voice. “Go!”

Bella was so stunned that she froze. Jensen turned her toward the trailers and nudged her. When it all clicked, she ran as fast as she could. On her way, she slammed into Jared while tears streamed down her face. He was about to make a joke when he saw the wetness from her crying on his shirt.

“What, Bean?  What happened?” He tried to embrace her, but she pushed him away and grabbed his hand. They entered her trailer and she locked the door. “What-“

“She’s here. She came to the gate and- Jensen told me to run here.”

“She?”

“Mom. Drunk.”  Bella spoke through quick breaths. Jared realized the situation and started to leave. “NO!” She pulled him toward her. “Don’t leave!”

“Let me call security. Come here..”  He offered her the space under his arm and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.  When Jared learned that Sharon had been removed from the property, he relaxed.  “She isn’t out there anymore.  You’re safe.” Blankly, Bella  stared at the wall in front of her. “You hear me, Bean?” He whispered.

“Umm.”

“Shh. Don’t worry. Just sit here with me.”

A knock on the trailer door made Bella shriek. When Jared opened it, a security guard had Jensen by the arm.

“He went ballistic on the lady out there.”

“Bring him in here.”  

The guard sat a blank-staring Jensen down next to Bella on the couch. She noticed scrapes on his hands. When the man left, they sat in silence for a moment.

“What did you do?”  Bella asked her tv uncle.

“I punched a wall.  She said some awful things. It made me mad.”

“Thank you.”  Bella whispered. She fell into his arms.

“If course, Bell. I’m sorry you-“

“Not your fault,” Bella interrupted him.

———————

A few weeks later, “Uh, Dad?”  Bella saw him walking toward her on the set.  

“Hey, sweetheart.  Can we go in your trailer?”  Jonathan asked her.

She saw his drawn face.

“What happened?”

“Let’s talk.”

“No, now.  What’s up?”  She demanded.

“Bell-”

“Now!”

“Fine.”  He took a breath and said quietly, “ Your mom is gone,”  Jonathan made eye contact.  

“What?”  She stuttered.  “Gone as in missing or gone as in-”

“That guy got her drunk and she just had too much.  I am so sorry, baby girl.”  His daughter froze in place.  “I’m so sorry.”  Jonathan approached her and slowly hugged her.  She felt what he had told her.  Bella leaned into him quickly but he did not catch her in time before she hit the ground.  

“THAT ASS!”  She screamed.  “He killed her!”  

Jonathan met her on the cement and held her.

“I know.  I know.  I got you.”

__________

The next afternoon Bella was on set with her father.  “I need to take care of some of Sharon’s business, and I don’t want her around.  Can she go home with one of you for the night?”  Jonathan asked the three main cast members.  

“I think she has some clothes at my house.  Gen and the boys are visiting.  Maybe that would help.”  

“As long as you don’t mind, that would be great.  Thanks, Jared.”  They finished the conversation as Bella exited the bathroom.   “Hey Bell.  I need to take care of some of your mom’s things, so I am going to have you spend the night with the Padaleckis’.”  Bella nodded without much emotion, still processing the events of the last few weeks.  “I’m going to leave you now, but be good, okay?  Call me if you need me.”  With that, he got in his car and left the studio lot.

“You tell me if you feel like hurting yourself.  I will go all ‘protective dad’ on you if you don’t.”  Jared said on the way back to the apartment.  She turned but her eyes looked through him.  

“I can’t feel.  I can’t- I don’t know what to do,” Bella said plainly.  

“I’ve been there.  I know.”  He put a protective hand over hers.  “I’ll help you.”

________

It was late when they arrived at the Padaleckis’.  Jared sat down with her in the living room with a few things in his hands.  “So, I got some things to keep your brain busy.”  He put a journal in front of her on the table.  “This,” he motioned, “is to let it all out.  This is to clench when you get overwhelmed.”  He showed her a stress ball.  “And this is for when you need to scream.”  Jared pointed to a pillow that he put on the couch.  “There are a few other things for you in your room to keep your hands occupied, but I think we can do this.  What do you think?” Jared looked over at Bella.  

“Jelly?”  

“What, Bean?”  

“I am so confused.  Like on what to think.  It’s like my brain is frozen and I can’t- I don’t know.  I’m not making sense.”  

“No, it’s okay.  Why don’t we just hang tight tonight?  Day off tomorrow anyway.  Oh, one more thing,” he pulled something out of his travel backpack.  Jared plopped a black hoodie in her lap.  “Just a little reminder to always keep fighting.  I love you.” 

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As Long as I’m with you (pt. 1)

AU of Pitch Perfect 3 in which the hostage situation is actually dangerous and Beca has returned to join the group at the café to tell them the news immediately rather than returning to her hotel room. This is my first Bechloe/Pitch Perfect fanfic, and the first fanfic I have written in a long time, so it’ll probably be terrible but ah well…

*** Relaxing in the sun outside a French café seemed the best way for the Bellas to distract themselves whilst they awaited the decision from DJ Khaled. Chloe laughed at Aubrey’s clumsy attempts at French, her eyes fondly glancing around the assembled group. This was it, this was all she wanted, wasn’t it? These girls were her family, her own long since left behind, so why did it feel like something was missing? Glancing around again, she put the empty feeling down to the fact that there were two Bellas missing: Amy and Beca. ‘Where were they?’ Chloe realised that she didn’t know where either of them were, and what exactly they were doing that was so important that they were missing out on quality time with their sisters. She was about to raise the question with the other Bellas, when a familiar brunette came bounding up to the table. “Beca, where have you been?” Chloe asked, sensing the distress radiating from her roommate as Beca fiddled nervously with her bag strap. “Um… I… look guys-” Beca started, not quite sure how to deliver the news to her closest friends. How on earth was she supposed to tell these girls, her sisters, that DJ Khaled wanted her and not them. She opened her mouth to start again, but was interrupted by an unfamiliar man in a suit. “Bonjour Bellas! Chicago has sent me to escort you to an event, if you would follow me.” “Event? What event?” Chloe asked, brows furrowing in confusion, “Chicago never mentioned any event.” Beca resisted the urge to role her eyes. Fucking Chicago. She’d seen the way the red head had practically swooned when they first met the soldier Spain, and the way Chloe turned to jelly every time he walked into a room. She hated it. But what did she expect? She’d lived with Chloe for nearly two years now, they’d barely spent a day apart, hell they even shared a bed, and still she’d never been able to work up the courage to tell her friend how she truly felt. How she ached every minute they were apart. How she felt her heart skip every time she heard Chole singing in the shower. How she’d thought of no-one else since she joined the Bellas all those years ago. Even when she was with Jesse, the flame haired singer was the only woman she could think of. It wasn’t that Jesse was a bad guy, he just wasn’t… Chloe. Beca was pulled from her thoughts by Aubrey, who nudged her as the rest of the Bellas piled towards the van. “You coming Beca? Or are you gonna sit there like a lemon?” “Wha- no, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Beca shook her head and followed Aubrey into the back of the van with Bellas, an uneasy feeling settling over her. “Where did he say we were going again?” Beca asked, settling into the seat in between Chloe and Aubrey. “A beach party! He said something about an announcement, so you know what thaaaaat means!” Despite the unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach, Beca couldn’t help but smile broadly at the musical tone in Chloe’s voice. The ginger grinned widely at her roommate as the Bellas broke into song like they often did on the road, Cynthia-Rose leading them into an a cappella rendition of ‘Cake by the Ocean’, momentarily washing away all the doubts that the co-leader had. “Very good ladies!” The chauffer’s voice rang around the cabin, sending chills back down Beca’s spine. Something was definitely off here. “Hey, where’s Amy?” Beca whispered to Chloe, who frowned in response, looking around the cabin. After Beca showed up, Chloe had just assumed that the whole group was assembled, that empty feeling knawing at her dispelled when the alt-girl had sat next to her at the café. “Excuse me?” Chloe moved forward a little, a serious expression on her face, and a small bubble of panic rising inside her, “We’re missing Amy, and we’re not the Bellas if we’re not all here. Can we go back and get her?” The chauffer had since turned his back on the girls, and with Chloe’s words he reached down into the foothold of the passenger seat. “Hey, are you listening to me?” Chloe’s tone became more irritable, barely suppressing the panic that threatened to consume her. “Yo, dude, we’re talking to you!” Beca cut-in, scooting forward, subconsciously adjusting herself into a protective stance just in front of the ginger. “Bon voyage Bellas.” The chauffer’s voice was distorted, and as he turned back around to face the singers it became obvious why. As the Bellas realised all too late the danger they were in, the now gas masked chauffer threw a canister of gas into the back of the van, rapidly rolling up the separating window as the girls cried out in fear. Before she blacked out, Beca heard Chloe spluttering and she desperately reached towards her, her heart breaking as she heard the distress her roommate was in. *** ‘Ugh crap…’ Beca groaned softly, head pounding as the world swam back into view. Where the hell was she? What happened after she blacked out? ‘Crap.’ Where was Chloe? “Chlo?” Beca croaked, her throat aching. She moved to stand, and, finding she couldn’t, tugged at whatever it was that was keeping her arms pinned behind her back. “Chloe?” Beca called again, panic starting to flutter in her chest. She tugged harder at her restraints, eyes adjusting to the darkness around her, desperately searching for her flame haired friend, for any of her friends in fact. “Guys?” “Beca?” The brunette’s heart soared as Chloe’s voice rang through the dark. “Chloe? Where are you?” “Look to your left, weirdo.” Despite the thinly veiled fear in her voice, the use of the affectionate calmed Beca a little, as she turned her head to the left, relaxing a little as her eyes met the glittering blue eyes of her friends. Chloe managed a little smile, though her chest was pounding hard as she tried to understand what had happened. “What the hell is going on Beca?” Chloe’s voice shook a little, her eyes searching Beca’s for the strength she so sorely needed in that moment. “I have no idea. I mean, who kidnaps an a cappella group? It’s not like we’re flush with cash, or have sponsors, let alone ones with deep pockets. Who do they expect to pay a ransom? John and Gale?” Chloe snorted in spite of herself at the thought of the two commentators/stalkers receiving a Bella ransom note. “Can you imagine? ‘Good evening a cappella fans, we’re here today with a very strange note! It is indeed Gale, this note claims that a group of French mercenaries have kidnapped the Bellas, and expect us to pay a ten-thousand-dollar ransom. The audacity of these people Gale. Mind you, what more do you expect these Europeans? Indeed John, they simply don’t understand the American way. They’re probably women Gale.’ ” It was Beca’s turn to laugh as Chloe impersonated the two presenters with startling accuracy, the pair somehow managing to make light of the desperate situation they found themselves in. “Where are the others? Are they here too?” Beca adjusted her position slightly, trying to get as comfortable as possible with her wrists and ankles bound tight. “If they are, where ever ‘here’ is, they’re keeping them somewhere different.” Chloe sighed softly, biting her lip and resting her head on the wall behind her. Beca’s brow furrowed in confusion. Who had grabbed the Bellas from that café? What did they want from them? “Beca?” “Hmm, yeah?” Beca turned to look at her friend again, and noticed the tears slipping down her cheeks. “I’m scared…” The brunette could feel her heart breaking. She’d never seen Chloe so vulnerable, so terrified, even on the day of her veterinary exams. Beca, rather ungracefully, shuffled closer to her friend, closing the gap and resting her head on her Chloe’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay Chlo.” “You don’t know that Becs. We don’t even know who took us, or what they want with us, or-” “Hey, hey. Don’t wind yourself up, it’s not gonna help either of us.” Beca lifted her head to look at Chloe, smiling softly as their eyes met again, the ginger’s glistening with tears. “Chlo?” “Yeah?” “Are we bobbing?” *** The Bellas, minus Chloe, Becca and Amy, sat on the deck of the ship. Tied up, bewildered and terrified, they watched as Fergus Hobart pace back and forth, clock watching. “Where are Beca and Chloe?” Aubrey’s voice trembled but her face was defiant, full of concern for her missing friends. “Elsewhere.” Came the curt reply, the Australian grinning cruelly at the older blonde, “Why? Do you want to join them?” “I want to know that they’re safe.” “Oh, they are. For now, at least. Whether or not they stay that way is down to Patricia.” Aubrey’s eyes narrowed, but she remained silent, terrified that if she said anything else she’d put her friends in more danger than they were already in. Instead, she shifted her position, so she was closer to Emily. The younger Bella was taking the situation a hell of a lot harder than the rest of them, and hadn’t stopped crying since they regained consciousness. Legacy rested her head on her the older singer’s shoulder, sniffling quietly. “What’s going to happen to us?” Emily whispered. “Nothing. We’re gonna be fine sweetie. Amy will get here soon and kick his ass.” Emily giggled softly, relaxing slightly. Aubrey silently prayed for it to be true, desperate to get off this damned boat and find her friends. She knew them better than most, Chloe especially, and she knew how hard they’d be finding this. The feelings they hid for each other were certainly not going to help the situation. “We’re gonna be just fine.” She whispered, half reassuring herself as well as the young Bella.

[firesong-writes69]

pitch perfect 3: why bechloe is canon (at least imo)

the pitch perfect movie series is one that I’ll always hold close to my heart. I love the story, the cast, and the music. but most importantly, the reason why I love the movies so much, is that I, like Becca, was apart of an all-girl’s singing group back in high school where we sung at competitions and won gold. I may have been a bad place mentally in high school, but going to those performances and practices I was able to get myself lost in the music we were rehearsing. sometimes we sung Acapella, other times we sung with accompaniment, but otherwise we had a camaraderie and a good time together. I formed relationship with these girls that I still keep in touch with, and we call each other family, like the Bellas do. The Bellas are a family, just like my girls and I are. 

the first time I saw the first movie I was in high school, and fell in love with everything that movie was. it’ll always be what I put on when I'm feeling sad and belt out the lyrics at the top of my lungs because they’re so iconic. I didn’t worry so much about the relationship between Beca and Chloe at the time because I was more obsessed with the plot and the other characters. 

it wasn’t until much later, when I re-watched the second film and I realized, oooh. wait, Jesse’s still here? and became bored with his character. that’s what I like about the pitch perfect series, they don’t focus so much on the romance with their female leads, but just put them in there because, well, it’s a main stream movie and heterosexual romance is a common thing we see over and over again. 

watching the final film was cathartic for me, because now I am in college. and even though I’m no longer pursuing music, I still hold all those memories near and dear to my heart. I went into the movie reminding myself, “this will be a closure for me as well”, and focused on that, rather than my hopes on bechloe becoming canon. I had a good time--it’s been a while I came out of a theatre laughing my ass off, because the movie was so just so funny. like when Amy said to Chicago, “so we’re already on first base. is there anyway we can get to second base, with you two?” - “that’s a no from me”.  or when Aubrey set DJ Khalid’s entire room on fire. (no matter where the Bella’s go there’s always something exploding in the background isn’t there??) I personally felt that this final film was a better sequel than the second.  

Now, as for Chloe and Beca, their relationship grew the most out of the other girls and I loved that. I get it. I understand now why people ship them so much because they’d be wonderful together. because, let’s face it: there’s no chemistry between Chicago and Chloe. sure, they had similar interests, but they’ve only known each other for,,, what,, two months? while Becca and Chloe have known each other for more than 4 years? this is where the fandom comes in, and I hear their arguments loud and clear. I don’t really need to say this, but I must: Beca Mitchell is a lesbian and in love with Chloe. Chloe is bisexual and scared of her feelings for Beca so she dates men, thinking that is the safest option here. But of course, the directors and people at universal studios will never openly address that.  

But we know. And I get it now. if this were a low-budget film and shot in the style of a tiny web series they’d be together right now. 

it’s okay to be upset. it’s okay to have your own reservations about seeing the film, and then letting out your anger. 

but they are. to us, they’re a source of comfort and home. and we get to relieve their love through fan fictions and fan art and personal head-canons. have comfort in knowing that in any universe, some how or way, Chloe will always be the first person to see Beca naked in the shower. and that’s a pleasant thought. 

[empressarcana]

Oooooh!! What if some of Bella's artwork was used as the pictures for tarot cards!? And which ones would be used for which cards?

Okay, this sounds incredibly interesting! I’m going to start with the work in her room. I’m sorry, Bella. I’m exposing some of your old work as well. xD SPOILER WARNING: There will be images from the true ending in this post. 

I know you guys are probably thinking, Lucy, come on it’s just an umbrella and rain, this is silly. Well, folks, the umbrella artwork can definitely be the Empress arcana. The only reason I see this is because it is an umbrella, possibly protecting someone from the rain. When I think of being protected, I think of a mother covering their child in warmth and keeping them safe.

The next artwork, I am going to be outright cliche for this one and say the Sun arcana. My reasoning for this is something simple, the sun, warmth, and possibly fond childhood memories. The sun also represents optimism as well as a bright future.

Alright so the man in the top left corner, I get a Frank Sinatra vibe from him or Dick Tracy, definitely someone in the 1940s. That smirk on him makes me think Magician arcana, for sure. The Magician is all about manifesting and putting forth action, focusing on a goal. I dunno, I feel this man definitely has a goal in mind.

The woman with the sea stars in her hair, could be a mermaid, maybe not. Her eyes are closed like in contemplation, yet she is surrounded by water. This one was tough but I feel that Temperance arcana fits this artwork well. I feel this woman is trying to find a balance, between land and water, or probably mixing both to make something new. No matter what she has gone through these moments of contemplation will bring forth healing as well.

Seeing the instrument and the musical notes reminds me of the saying “Let the music guide you”, which in turn makes me think of the Hermit arcana. The Hermit card is usually depicted by a hooded figure, an old man, carrying a lantern guiding you on your path. This individual is often seen as a mentor, teacher, but never underestimate where guidance can be found.

Now, let’s go to the true ending epilogue artworks!~

This artwork I feel, to me, relates most to The Tower arcana. I was torn with this one as well but seeing how they’re sinking into the unknown, something unexpected… The Tower is all about disaster striking down and feeling there is no way out. The sudden circumstance is almost suffocating, but even so there is a revelation. The revelation comes upon realizing that the circumstance (the disaster) cannot be averted. Sometimes, letting go is the only option.

We can’t see much of this artwork but that’s why I feel this can relate to the High Priestess arcana. Even if their eyes are closed, they have a knowledge that no one is aware of. The Priestess keeps to herself but has a world of knowing deep inside, willing to share to those worthy of their knowledge. Sadly, whatever mystery they held will never see the light of day.

This piece right here, I didn’t even have to think twice, is Judgement. The three friends come together and their efforts have brought the story of what they all went through in the Ermengarde Mansion to light. The Judgement card is hearing a calling, knowing what needs to be done. I truly feel Zach, Becca, and Bella needed to get their stories out there through their art, writing, film, however they could, in order to even begin to start living their lives again. The pain of losing Ashton will never cease but keeping everything they went through bottled up would only hinder them in the long run. Judgement is a card of releasing guilt and sorrow and the burden as well. It is easier said than done, but this is a start for the remaining trio. In time, they might be able to forgive themselves as well.

Last but certainly not least, even if we don’t have the artwork made by Isabella of Ash, I feel it would be the Death Arcana. As most of us know, the death arcana isn’t merely death, but also a new beginning. It would be ironic in a way, because all of Isabella’s art now depicts death in some way or form, but Ashton’s would be a sorta unique twist. Where there is an ending, there is also a beginning.

If I missed any of the artworks, let me know! Ah~~ This was fun to do! Thanks for sending this in!

[chanlyeya]

I'm not sure if it's okay to call this a head canon, but whatever! Let's assume that Ashton and Isabella met as kids, how do you think his outlook on life would've changed? Cuz the game said it's cuz he met her that he wanted to change and not even being with Zach or Rebecca did that, so I'm thinking maybe if he met the precious sunshine earlier, things would've panned out differently for him? Thoughts?

okay, okay, okay, you were probably thinking “what if they grew up together and were childhood friends like becca and ash???” but my mind took a very different approach.

What if, instead….they were pen pals!!!!

Okay, so, they “met” when Ash was twelve and Belle was nine. Belle, being the adorable niece that she was, would write to her aunt living in Luxbourne (since she had enough ties to be able to get Belle a job at BCR’s Luxbourne office, I imagine she must’ve lived there at some point) and just…got the address wrong. So, they just returned it to sender and were done with it.

Except, there was another. And another. And another one after that. Isabella just kept sending them, not realizing it wasn’t actually reaching her aunt. Eventually, the Freys just stopped returning it to sender and just throwing them out. One day, when things were getting kinda tense at home due to the impending divorce, he decided to take it out on this poor Filipino girl who couldn’t get a damn address right and sent it off. Isabella, upon receiving his less than pleasant letter, had to respond in turn.

Their correspondence started out just…trading insults, but they kept sending each other letters and they kinda grew to…expect the return letter??? So, when Ash didn’t respond for awhile, Isabella sent a nice letter asking what was wrong and that, if he wanted to, she was willing to listen…err, read about his problems and wouldn’t judge. I mean, she lives in the Philippines, it’s not like her knowing would risk others finding out???

Ash, not knowing who else to turn to since he didn’t want to be seen as weak, took her up on her offer and explained everything, with his parents divorce and stuff and how he reasoned he was at fault. Isabella set him straight, and from then on, their letters were filled with minimal insults :D

Though they had never met in person, they exchanged all relevant info with each other. Learning about the struggles Isabella went through coming from a less well off family and her continued cheer despite it inspired him. She was kinda there for him the entire time, and he felt more comfortable telling her things then Becca cause she wasn’t there in front of him and he could take days working out his words before responding!

He still went into police studies and joined the force, but he was not nearly as cynical. Still ridicules Bella’s superstitious side and everything else, but he’s…lighter??? He doesn’t just expect the worst from people, and is more approachable to strangers, and is actually not abysmal at giving families’ unfortunate news. Most importantly though, he’s not as self doubting or whatever that word is that I currently can’t think of to say he’s putting himself down.

And when Isabella informed him she would be coming to Luxbourne for a job??? He is ecstatic! Finally he can meet her in person, and introduce her to Rebecca and Zach and everyone he cares about…but, he’s also kinda really nervous??? Since he totally developed a crush on this random stranger who was so willing to help him through his problems.

Ugh. I have to leave for work now, so I’m just going to end this here though. Hope it’s sufficient :D

[lunarcoveinspo]

Who’s that handsome man over there? With the wings? Heaven must be missing an angel!

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To: Ken From: Anonymous Message (Sung by Cupid Tony):

To Ken, your office is not a home. Do us all a favor and stop living in it. Sincerely, Your Valentine

[kane-and-griffin]

What's your opinion of Jason, given all the BTS drama, the disaster that was s3 and what went down with C/exa and now Bella/ke? (what if that ship doesn't sail? even with all the social media frenzy around that one now) Is it possible you're being an apologist for him?

Hi anon! 

If your assumption is that I am an apologist for Jason, I’m going to assumeyou’re probably new to this blog (welcome!) and have not listened to thepodcast I co-host, Meta Station.  We recapped all of 3B here and I suspectif you listen to any of the episodes that will put that matter to rest prettyquickly.)

If you are new, you might have missed my “I’m no longer taking anons askingme to defend why I still like this show” policy (which you can read here). I answered that question once, at great length, here,and I try to avoid repeating myself where possible.

My opinion of Jason is that I’m done just kind of bitching about himrecreationally, tbh.  I have draggedJason, you have dragged Jason, we have all dragged Jason, it has been agloriously unifying fandom pastime, and there was a time when we probably allfound it cathartic, but I no longer think it serves us and I don’t think itmakes this fandom a better place.  I am only human, I may slip up fromtime to time, especially if he does something really boneheaded, but I amtrying VERY HARD to get myself out of the dragging Jason Rothenberg business.

That said, if you have a particular, specific question about how I feelabout a writing choice, a character choice, or something concrete like that,I’m always happy to take those.  On our podcast, Erin and I critique hisstorytelling choices at LENGTH and have never been quiet about the places wherewe think the writing has been lazy, irresponsible, thoughtless about tropes,fandom-baiting, or just bad storytelling.  In addition, I think based oneverything we all know and hear coming out of the continual BTS rumors, as I’vementioned many times in recent posts, it sounds like for at least a couple ofthe cast members he creates/has created a really difficult workingenvironment.  And yes, I think there were some catastrophically badchoices in S3 - not just Lexa (whose death I have blogged about before here),but the character assassination of Bellamy, the fridging of Gina, the erasureand the death of Lincoln coupled with the way it sounds like Ricky was beingtreated personally, the gross Murphy/Ontari thing - and I think it’s wise that the network brought in a newco-executive producer as a tactful indication that they know Jason needs alittle reining-in. 

That said, I don’t think he’s Satan, I don’t think any human being deservesto have people tweet “kill yourself” at them over and over, and I am cautiouslyoptimistic that he has learned some really key lessons from the fallout ofS3.  We’ll see how S4 progresses, and we’ll know what we know when we knowit, but I’m hopeful and positive that this season could be great, and I’m notinterested in apologizing for that.

If your assumption that I’m an apologist from him stems with some of therecent posts in response to fears about cancellation, what I have been sayingover and over is that the NETWORK continues to support Jason, believe in hisvision, show enthusiasm for the stories he is telling, and speak positively ofhim and the show.

I do want to point out, however, that it sounds to me like the question youare at heart asking is “Jason fucked up Clexa and might fuck up Bellarke, whydon’t you hate him and this show more,” which I am happy to answer because thisgives me a chance to remind you that you have sent that question to A KABBY BLOG.Whether Bellarke or Clexa or neither is endgame isn’t why I watch this show, soit is not a dealbreaker for me. 

I have said this before, many times, and I will say it again, VERY LOUDLY,in boldface and italic type:

it is very frustrating for all the rest of us in the fandom who don’tlabel ourselves as “Bellarke” or “Clexa” to be addressed as though absolutelynothing else on this show matters except those two ships. 

I plan to continue watching the show with enthusiasm.  It’s fine if youdon’t.  That’s a personal choice.  But I loved a lot of things in S3that had nothing to do with Bellarke or Clexa, and I am sure I will find a lotof things in S4 to love that have nothing to do with Bellarke or Clexa, becausefor me this show is not about Bellarke and Clexa.  If it is for you,that’s fine!  We all consume media differently.  But I don’t thinkit’s being an apologist for Jason to feel, for example, that the show is stilltelling really important stories about all kinds of different representation thatdeserve to continue to be dignified, and I don’t think it’s erasing the crappystuff he’s done to say that he’s also done a lot of things really, really well.

Here, in no particular order, is a list of just some of the many things Iloved about S3 that I want to make sure are not erased or drowned out by thenegatives of S3:

Literally every single moment Kane or Abby wereonscreen, separately or together, especially THE KISS and THE PRISON SCENE and THE CHEEK KISS andTHE FINALE HUG and BEING PLOT-RELEVANT

The whole City of Light/ALIE storyline,especially its connection to Grounder mythology

Lindsey’s performance in “Nevermore”

Briller

Indra

There were a lot of big writing/editing problems in the Bellamy/Pike/Kane storyline, but hot damn those performances were fantastic

Becca and the Polaris flashbacks

Roan and Luna

Kanetavia/Rebel!Dad with Harper and Miller

Jasper’s PTSD arc

Monty getting a new level of nuance and complexity

Sinclair getting all the dialogue they probablywrote for Wick and getting to really flesh out his bond with Raven

The Griffin women finally getting the chance toteam up and save the day

Multiple Wells callbacks

Jake callbacks for both Abby and Clarke (especially “I can’t do this again”)

Niylah

Murphy’s entire arc (obviously not counting the creepy Ontari sexual assault/consent violation thing), especially the Indra/Piketrio and his finale teamup with Abby

Raven’s entire arc – running from her pain, thenpushing through it, then becoming a superhero without her injury ever beingdismissed or minimized

The new Arkadia sets, the Rover, and the waythey depicted the Sky People gradually settling in and building a home

Jaha’s slow-burn three-season good guy tovillain arc

I’m excited and enthusiastic about S4, as is pretty much everyone I know inthe Kabby fandom.  It’s okay if you aren’t.  That’s a personalchoice.  But the fact that I’d never take a job working for JasonRothenberg because he sounds like a really awful boss doesn’t mean I’mobligated to hate the way he tells stories or want his show to becanceled. 

I gently encourage you to let go of any assumptions you may have that thepeople who continue to enjoy this show are doing so blindly or stupidly, thatliking the show is a blanket endorsement of all a showrunner’s worst personaland professional choices, or that people who like a thing you don’t like do sobecause they’re not as smart as you are and they haven’t figured out that they’rewrong for liking it.  

I love this show enough that I have never kept my mouth shut when thewriters make choices I object to.  I lovethis show enough to believe it can bear the weight of a substantial amount ofthoughtful criticism from a wide and diverse range of perspectives, and Ibelieve doing so is vital.  

If you just want to tell me Jason is a garbage person and you’re annoyedthat I still like things he’s doing, then I’m afraid I can’t actually help you. If you are here to be an informed, thoughtful critic of this show and are interested in debate, you will always be welcome.  I would just ask you to maybe consider, for next time, the limits of this binary assumption that Clexa and Bellarke are the only aspects of this show that anyone cares about. 

[natg1rl-blog]

Unlucky in Love

“Little Black Book” - Chapter 1 Continued.

They say that time passes faster the older you get, and to me it felt as though that had already started to happen at the tender age of Thirteen. It had already been a month since starting High School, meaning that I was already four weeks into the first semester of the new chapter of my life. Unfortunately the situation between Millee and her friends weren’t any better, and I still couldn’t fathom what was said for her to turn her back on me so suddenly, but at the same time I felt as though I had been given a unique opportunity to break away from my comfort zone within the popular girl group, and in turn meet a different type of people. Not to say the back-stabbing didn’t hurt, it hurt like a bitch. The first new friend I made at Varlem Tophett was a girl called Marley. It surprised me that Marley wasn’t part of the popular clique – she was absolutely gorgeous! Blue eyes, blonde hair, olive skin… her entire physique made me envious. To go with her looks she also had an infectious personality. She was nice. Most of the girls who looked like Marley were straight-up bitches, but not her. She was, for lack of a better word, different. The second friend I made was a girl named Sarah. She and Marley were practically attached at the hip. The two of them were best friends, kind of like Renee and I. Both girls knew one another from Primary School. Sarah was tom-boyish and very plain. Mousy brown hair, dark brown eyes and no stand-out physical features, but she did have the ability to float from group to group and fit into whatever social circle was necessary at the time, and I envied that about her. Finally there was Becca. Becca didn’t really have much of her own social circle, and to be quite honest she didn’t seem to care. That’s probably the reason she fit in so easily with mine. Becca was a tall girl, unusually tall. She had curly brown hair, brown eyes and a very noticeable big Italian nose. Becca wasn’t a trim girl but looks didn’t seem to be a concern for her. Becca was very friendly, but also quite forward which came in handy every now and again. She also knew how to rival Pamela, and this I liked. I needed someone like that in my corner; this was a girl I could get used to having around. I suppose this is a good time to mention that I had a crush. 

Boys were always on my radar in Primary School. There was one boy in particular I crushed on probably the entire time I was at XP. His name was Randie Tomns and he was the most attractive boy I had ever met. He had dark hair and dark eyes to suit, but his smile was what reeled me in. He was also friendly, not your typical stuck up ass hat, which I was learning were tones-a-plenty in High School! Unfortunately Randie had eyes for anyone who wasn’t me. In the two years I knew him he went out with two of my best friends and hooked up with my sister… suffice it to say I was unlucky in love. I used to hook up with his friend Gibsen, but if I’m being completely honest it was really just a reason to stay within Randie’s social circle. Even if I couldn’t be with him, I wanted him to be in my life.

Scott Trofs was my first High School crush. Scott was also a very friendly guy so I guess I had a type. He didn’t hang out with the popular group; he kind of did his own thing which was attractive in itself. Scott got along really well with everyone in my friend group and I could see potential boyfriend material in him. He had never given any real indication that he was interested, but he did tend to flirt a bit and I took from that what I wanted to. All of the girls knew about my feelings for Scott but I swore them all to secrecy because I didn’t want to ruin the friendship between the two of us. I was worried that Becca would one day spill the beans because she had a big mouth, maybe even bigger than Pamela’s, but as far as I knew Scott was oblivious to it all. On one of the nights I stayed over at Renee’s we toyed with the idea of calling him on the phone. Renee knew Scott before high school because their dad’s were friends, so it wasn’t so weird and considering Renee had his phone number, it was just too good not to take the opportunity. In no time Renee and I found ourselves down at the phone-box, Scott’s number in hand. It was a busy main-road so I felt as though I was being put under public scrutiny, as though every person who drove past me could see right into my soul. I was standing there bare naked. I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say to the guy, it’s not like I had planned to be in this situation. Before I had a chance to stew on it, Renee had already dialed the number. My heart pounded in my chest, hard!

‘Hi, is Scott there?’ I heard her ask in her very polite manner.

All of a sudden I felt sick in my stomach. I wanted to reach inside and squash all of the butterflies that were invading my intestines. Renee found my anxiety hilarious, so hilarious that she was unable to wipe the grin off her face. She giggled like a school girl whilst I continued to wipe my sweaty palms on my flare leg jeans.

‘Scott? Hi… it’s Renee.’

I couldn’t believe she was talking to him.

‘I’m good,’ she giggled to herself, ‘how are you?’ ‘Mmm hmm. Not much actually, Bella’s staying at my house tonight so we’re just killing time. Did you want to speak with her?’

My heart suddenly dropped into my stomach, murdering every last butterfly that was still fluttering about. Renee handed me the phone. I reached for it with a shaky hand.

‘Hello?’ I could barely manage my words.

‘Hey Bella, how are ya?’ He asked in his ridiculously gorgeous voice.

My heart melted a little.

‘Good and you?’ I felt like it was someone else speaking, I barely even recognized my own voice.

‘I’m okay.’

Cue the awkward silence.

Oh no, I thought to myself. We only just started chatting, how could we have possibly run out of things to say? I could feel my face burning up and I struggled to hold the phone amidst my still sweaty hands. This was becoming a disaster.

‘Say something!’ I demanded with an anxious laugh.

‘Oh,’ he said taken aback, ‘Hi....’?

Laughter filled the connection. Somehow the rest of the conversation flew naturally and was spent talking about Soccer, which bored the absolute crap out of me, and also our mutual annoyance for Pamela, which I quite enjoyed. There were other things too but they all seem trivial now. Scott didn’t want to end our conversation, despite some random impatient lady giving me an icy glare whilst she stood in line for the phone. I felt as though if Scott didn’t know of my feelings for him before, he did now. The glimmer of hope that I had which indicated there could be something between us was officially ignited and I was smitten. I knew there was a chance between us; I just had to work up the courage to do something about it. 

By week eight almost everything had changed. Millee and her group of friends were officially my rivals, my Popularity was a moot point, and Scott was dating Pamela! High school was very different and not at all how I expected it to be. About thirty five days in I received my first slap across the face – that was an interesting experience. There was another girl in my home room who technically fell into the ‘Millee’ crowd, even though for some reason Millee didn’t strike me as the leader of that group. Her name was Hanna and she seemed different to the other girls, she was... nice. Millee had never been the same since the very first day she ditched me out of loyalty toward her awful friends. She would barely even acknowledge my existence which I guess made it easier for her to live with herself. Her BFF Nel was friendly to me, but only when she had to be, and the other girls who ran in their circle followed suit. Hanna was a floater though so it didn’t seem to faze her being part of any social circle that she wanted to, kind of like Sarah. I got along with Hanna, enough to be able to have actual conversations with her that weren’t forced by a teacher or a superior. I saw her at a few Blue Light Discos and she was never too shy to come and have a dance with me and my crowd. None of this stopped her from slapping me in the face though. It was a very early lesson in life that girls can be horrible. So many different rumours went around about me; I often found it hard to keep up with them all. I almost had to adapt to the, ’people are always going to talk about you so you might as well give them something to talk about’ term of phrase. But that wasn’t who I was. I cared too much what people thought of me. Luckily not all of the rumours were targeted at me; quite a few of the Year Eight class had a rumour or two spread about them at some point. Unfortunately for me there was a rumour floating around about Hanna being pregnant. I suspected the rumour probably wasn’t true, I mean rumours generally aren’t, but Hanna was the type of girl to flaunt what her mumma gave her if you know what I mean. Outside of school I don’t think I ever saw her without her boobs out or her midriff showing. A lot of people have the opinion, if you’ve got it – flaunt it, but not so much when you’re a Thirteen year old girl. Ever so joyously someone from my rival group told Hanna that I was the one who started the rumour. Without hesitation Hanna decided to act before even asking me the question. Even after I swore that it wasn’t me who started the rumour, Hanna was accusatory and we never came back from it. She was officially no longer a floater and 100% on the side of the rivals. They had claimed another one. If all of that wasn’t bad enough, I was essentially heartbroken when I learned of the romance between Pamela and Scott. Their relationship made no sense to me whatsoever, not when the two of us got along so well… and I know flirting when I see it. It reconfirmed why I disliked Pamela from the get-go. She knew how I felt about Scott and yet apparently he was more important to her than our friendship. I had to be thankful for the friends who had my back. As soon as the two of them became an item, Becca went out of her way to try and break them up. Not because I still wanted to be with Scott, just out of principle. Now that was a real friend.