Prompt: Picking up the pieces (Thank you Elle Leigh!)

Rating: M, to be on the safe side because a few adult things are referenced.

AU, Non-canon, Un-beta'd

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Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. The Twilight Saga and all characters, recognizable settings, etc. involved within are the property of Stephenie Meyer.

It had not been a good few years for Bella Swan.

Between her cheating bastard of a, now ex, fiance, losing her job, having to move back in with her parents, and her dismal social life...well, Bella's life sucked. She hadn't had sex in over two years and could not recall the last time she had experienced an orgasm that wasn't self-induced...and sometimes she wondered if she had ever had.

But she had handled it all with grace, well, for the most part. She'd found another job and was moving out of her parents house soon, thank Bob. And though it was an unconventional relationship, she found dedication and love with her electric toothbrush...and it gave her the most intense orgasms of her life in less than 60 seconds. Bella honestly couldn't think of anything much better than that.

Well, she could think of something better than that but she wouldn't. Because ultimately she couldn't.

She met him as she waited in the pouring rain for a tow-truck. She was sobbing and screaming and just a hot mess in general. It had all just gotten to be too much for Bella and she was finally cracking. But when a black pickup truck pulled over to help her, her entire life changed.

She was rescued by an angel that day. A beautiful, sweet angel. He even looked like one. Blonde curls, dimples, and classic features.

Bella quickly fell in love with Jasper.

He was kind, handsome, and enjoyed her campy, quirky personality.

He loved to cuddle and snuggle and kiss.

He was supportive and loved to eat and his bitchy sense of humor never failed to make her smile.

Jasper loved Bella, too. He loved her so very much. Problem was, he loved Peter more.

And vaginas scared him.

No matter, Bella loved him and loved Peter and they loved her in return...even though they worried about her.

She was their heterosexual life partner. They helped pick her up, dust her off, and push her out there. Peter helped her find a new, and better, job. Jasper got her out of her ratty sweatpants and they both staged an intervention when her fan-fiction addition got completely out of control.

They tried to get her to date, but that never really worked out...because Jasper and Peter had the worse gaydar in the world and every man they set her up with turned out to be gay. Frankly, Bella didn't care. By now she had many friends and so many people that she loved and loved her just as much in return. They all just happened to be gay. She was perfectly okay with being a girl who loved boys who loved boys.

Since her boys, and lady-boys, came into her life, everything was so much better. She shone and grew and was radiant in their care.

And if Jasper couldn't love her the same way she loved him, that was okay. She still had him...and her electric toothbrush satisfied her better than any many had in the past anyway.