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a dream is a wish your heart makes {j.hale}

Pairing: Jasper Hale X Fem!reader

Summary: Reader’s in hospital since a while now, and keeps dreaming about a boy coming to lighten her days.

Warnings: English isn’t my first language, the reason why reader’s in hospital isn’t mentioned, fluff!

A/n: The dividers are from @cafekitsune !

I don’t own the pictures, found them on Pinterest, so credits go to their owners!

“A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep”

“Slept well?” the nurse asked as she entered Y/n’s room to check her blood pressure. She wrapped the fabric around the girl's little arm, and pressed a few buttons on the machine to which it was connected. She nodded, smiling sleepily.

“Very.”

“Had any good dreams?” one of the lady’s brows arched. Y/n nodded again but didn’t elaborate. “So, what would you like for breakfast?” she chuckled. The dreams she kept having were her secrets. Her little heaven. She cherished them with all her sick heart.

All of her dreams resumed to one word : fairytale. She always dreamt of a boy — she knew she had already seen him somewhere but didn’t remember where — coming here, at the hospital. He’d make her laugh, and feel like she truly had a place in this strange world. He was like a knight in shining armour, and she was the princess he was supposed to save.

“Have faith in your dreams and someday

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true”

“Audrey?” Y/n called. She swore she had heard the door of her room opening. But it wasn’t time for snacks, was it? The girl left her unfinished painting and got up with some difficulty. Her heart suddenly stopped, and her vision became brighter and clearer. Was she going crazy, or the boy of her dreams was standing there?

“I’m sorry,” he apologised quickly, seeming breathless, observing the room he was inside. It was definitely not a closet or a cleaning room. The blond boy just wanted to escape the turmoil of emotions he was stuck into. “I was-”

“You’re one of doctor Cullen’s son, aren’t you? Jasper?” now she recognised him. She had one seen him in a photograph before, the first time she went into the doctor’s office. He nodded, apparently relaxed that she didn’t mind his intrusion.

“That I am, I-I guess?” he chuckled nervously. His smirk wasn’t a smirk. It was a little smile that was like a rainbow after a rainy day. It suited him.

Jasper was dressed simply, in cold tones, that matched his pale skin. He truly looked like his father, although she remember he was adopted. He seemed sick, just like her.

Y/n was dressed in a pink short dress with a cardigan. Her hair was combed into a messy braid, that went to her shoulders. She had skinny covered legs, and skinny fingers. He hadn't yet noticed that the girl was connected to a machine that helped her breathing.

“I-uh, I shouldn’t be here-” his hand went into his curls. Y/n chuckled softly.

“Probably not.” she shrugged. “Do you know where your father’s office is?” Jasper shook his pale head. “It’s okay, I can walk you there.”

“Are you allowed to leave your room?” his brows furrowed. One of her fingers went to her mouth, gesturing him to be quiet about it. His honey looking eyes glimmered as he smirked.

“I have to do my five minutes of walking anyway.” she answered and opened the door. Jasper couldn’t help but admire her. He could feel her pain in her whole body, and yet, she was smiling. Her feet began to ache as they went down the corridor that led to Carlisle’s office. Her hand was shaking a bit, clinging to a metal bar which was glued to the wall.

“Y/n?” said Carlisle’s confused voice when he saw the petite girl standing in front of his door. She stepped out, revealing Jasper. “I won’t say that you disobeyed the rules for once, but I must walk you back to your room dear.” he scolded gently.

“Bye, Jasper!” she waved at him as Carlisle’s arm went to her waist to help her shaking body to move. He waved back at her, and felt like a complete idiot.

They both hoped they would see each other soon enough.

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monster {j.hale}

Pairing: Jasper Hale X Fem!reader

Summary: Jasper has moments when he revives what he did when he was still a young vampire. Y/n is the first one to ever calm him down.

Warnings: English isn't my first language, angst, Jasper has anxiety, has a panic attack, mentions of blood, fluff!

I don't own the pictures, found them on Pinterest, so credits go to their owners!

The summer wind was coming into her room, softly. Just enough to make sleeping bearable.

After all, Y/n didn't have air conditioning, and had only one window in her room, which currently was open, with the curtains opened.

She wished she could hug Jasper. Not only because his skin was cold like death itself, but because she craved him. She craved his touch.

They had touched hands once, when they met at the library, searching the same book, and that was all. She couldn't feel his presence in her sleep, even if he was laying next to her.

Jasper was observing the glowing moon, quietly. He wasn't breathing, nor moving. He seemed distant, lost in thoughts. This was quite usual, especially when Y/n was asleep. Most of the time, the simple sight of her would calm him down instantly, or when he could feel the constant comforting aura around her. But not this time, unfortunately. He was slowly zoning out. And he hated it, but he couldn't do anything about it that simply.

"Jasper?" murmured the human with a sleepy voice. He was so lost in thoughts that he hadn't heard her waking up. It didn't seem to snap him out of his trance. She sat up, slowly, her brows furrowed. "Jasper?" she repeated. His golden gaze didn't met hers. Panic started to rise within her body, but she tried her best to avoid it. She knew Jasper often zoned out, so adding stress wasn't a good idea. The thing was that, when he would zone out, Rosalie was there to calm him down. Or at least she tried to.

When Y/n repeated his name, and that he didn't respond, she decided to call Rosalie. It was the best thing to do.

"Come on.." the mortal said under her breath.

Of course she wouldn't respond. Maybe she was out hunting. Y/n was becoming desperate as the time went by. "Jasper, please..." she begged, preventing the tears from falling. What was she supposed to do? Jasper, on his side, felt numb. He could hear her, and the sadness in her voice made him want to stay in that state.

He couldn't stand the thought of her crying, because of him. But when her warm and gentle hand touched his, he snapped. Venom fell from his eyes as he looked down at his hands. He could see blood on them. It wasn't there, but in his mind it was real.

"I killed them." he choked quietly. "All of them. Without mercy." A single tear fell from her eyes. She knew what he was talking about, and it torn her heart apart. She tried taking his hand in hers. "Don't touch me." he warned, getting up. "I'm a monster." Y/n followed him, taking his face into her hands, carefully. His eyes were shut tightly as he stepped back until his back was against the wall.

"Jasper, look at me." she asked patiently. "Let me see your eyes, please?" she asked again, caressing his cheeks, softly. He leaned into her touch without thinking and let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding back. He opened his eyes, slowly, and placed his palms against the back of her hands. "You're not a monster."

"Y/n, you don't understand, I did terrible things." he replied.

"And yet, you're feeling guilty about it, more than a hundred years after. Look at you! What happened earlier proves me otherwise. After more than a hundred years, you still think about what happened. You still see yourself as a merciful man, but you're not, because you wouldn't be like that right now, you wouldn't be that shaken nor hurt about it." she reassured him.

Jasper shut his mouth, unable to reply. He carefully rest his chin on her hair, not wanting to hurt her in any way. All the sadness and anger left his dead body. He felt the intense urge to hold her close and never let go of her.

"Are you okay now?" she asked, hoping he'd say something positive. He nodded against her hair.

"I am now that you're in my arms." he whispered, hugging her closed to him. It was the actual first time they were this close. All the pressure left both of their bodies. Jasper was sure of something. A hundred percent sure, that he was deeply and truly in love with Y/n Y/l/ n.

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i missed you {j.hale}

Pairing: Jasper Hale X Fem!reader

Summary: Reader has to stay with Esme when James decides to kill Bella — fortunately he didn’t scented her. Jasper and reader realise they can’t stand staying away from each other.

Warnings: English isn’t my first language, fluff!

I don’t own the pictures, found them on Pinterest, so credits go to their owners!

Esme was gently caressing Y/n’s hair. The human wanted to wait for Jasper, but when she got told that it would perhaps take a while, she fell asleep. Although she didn’t want to miss him coming back, Esme promised her she would wake her up.

Jasper and Y/n had known for a while now. She was the first person to not be afraid of approaching the siblings at school. They were new, and she wanted them to feel welcomed into the school, not like she did when she first arrived. Jessica used to make fun of her, until Rosalie talked to her. Y/n ignored what she said that day, but at least, Jessica left her alone. At first, Jasper thought she was an idiot. Of course, she didn’t know they were vampires, and that she could possibly be harmed. But soon enough, he found himself being calm around her. He didn’t feel her blood, nor feelings, and it was a welcome feeling for him, it was peaceful. After a few encouragements from Rosalie, he went talking to her. And from that moment, they were always together at school. Everybody could tell there was something romantic going between the two, magical, even. Y/n couldn’t believe one second that a boy like Jasper was in love with her. And she was wrong. Terribly wrong. He loved her more than his own life — even if he was dead. He knew that, no matter what, he would always protect her, cherish her, make her smile…

Telling her he, and his family were vampires, was a huge step in their relationship. After that, Y/n asked questions about it, grew closer to him. Jasper fought the opposite would happen.

“Why aren’t you afraid?” he asked her as they were sitting in the forest, observing the sunset. “Why are you staying with me?”

“I am staying with you because we’re friends, and that I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me that.” she declared, braiding a curl of his messy hair. “I don’t want you to feel alone.”

And like she knew he was back, Y/n’s eyes immediately opened. She heard a car’s door slamming. Esme chuckled as she looked at the little human clumsily running to the garage. The door flew open, and the sight of him, she threw herself into his strong arms. If he was surprised, it didn’t last. He carefully wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her comforting scent, and put her down on the floor.

“I missed you.” she murmured into the crook of his neck. Jasper’s hand caressed her hair.

“I missed you too.” he smiled, genuinely feeling welcomed and happy.

#aww #that was so adorable

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TWILIGHT — dir. Catherine Hardwicke (2008)

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Esme and Carlisle just standing there like “What the fuck did he just call her”

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okay? okay. {j.hale}

Pairing: Jasper Hale X Fem!reader

Summary: Reader’s day has been stressful and she feels overwhelmed.

Warnings: English isn’t my first language, fluff!

A/n: This is a short one, I just wanted to feel better. Prompt by @novelbear (“tomorrow’s a new day. it’ll be okay”)

I don’t own the pictures, found them on Pinterest, so credits go to their owners!

Y/n let herself fall on Jasper’s newly installed bed. The honey blond immortal followed her, brows furrowed since he picked her up from high school. He could sense she was tired and sad. He sat down next to her, pulling her into his lap, cradling her like a baby. Her head rested onto the crook of his neck, as he exhaled the scent of her recently washed hair.

“What’s bothering you?” he finally asked in a quiet tone. He felt her body move against his, gently. She opened her little mouth, but nothing came. Instead, a few tears left her eyes. She hated it when she felt sad near him, knowing it would flood in his entire body and soul. “Oh, darling…” he murmured, cupping her face into his cold hands. She shivered at the touch, but it was a welcome feeling. He got up with her in his arms, like he was protecting her from everything. And maybe he was. “I got you.” he murmured against her temple when they left the house, and she clung into his shirt for her life. He was at a medium vampiric speed, careful not to overstimulate her. And a few minutes after, they were in a large, beautiful clearing. The same one where Jasper would often teach her how to play baseball. And with the spring, it was more mesmerising than ever. When the fresh air met her nose, Y/n opened her eyes.

They were sat in a field of flowers, against a tree. There, in his embrase, she felt truly safe and grateful. She leaned onto his chest, as she observed the landscape in front of the couple.

“Today’s just been…tiring, I guess.” she finally spoke. His cold lips met her shoulder, kissing it tenderly. He left thousands of kisses while she admitted what was going in that pretty head for a while now.

“Tomorrow’s a new day.” he whispered. “It’ll be okay.” she nodded. “Y/n.” Y/n turned her head just enough to see his eyes. “Okay?”

“Okay.” she replied, trying her best to believe in it as he kissed her forehead.

#aww so sweet!

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BD PART-2 RosEmmet Stills.

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About the AO3 "No Guest Comments for a while" warning

If you're not following any of AO3's social media accounts you might be in the dark as to what kind of "spam comments" have engendered this banner at the top of the site:

These spam comments have been posted about a great deal on the AO3 subreddit for the past couple of days. Initially they comprised a bunch of guest (logged out users) bot comments that insulted authors by suggesting they were using AI and not writing their own fics. Some examples, from the subreddit:

But it then escalated to outright graphic porn images and gifs being posted in comments, again by logged out 'Guest' accounts. Obviously, I'm not going to give examples of those, but between these two bot infestations, AO3 has clearly decided to act and has temporarily closed the ability to post comments for users who are not logged in with an AO3 account.

Unfortunately, this means that genuine readers who don't have an AO3 account won't be able to leave comments on fics that they enjoy.

If you are a genuine reader who doesn't yet have an AO3 account, I strongly suggest getting yourself on the waiting list for one. More and more AO3 authors are now locking their fics down to registered users only - either due to these bot comments or concerns about AI scraping their work - which means you're probably missing out on a lot of great stuff.

Hopefully guest commenting will be enabled again at some point soon, but I suggest not waiting until then. Get yourself on that list.

Wait times are going to be longer than usual at the moment, due to the current Wattpad purge [info on Fanlore | Wattpad subreddit thread], but if you're in line, then your invite will come through eventually.

Update: There's now a Megathread about this on the AO3 subreddit.

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Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it

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Hey guys sorry I haven't been posting much I have a few weeks left in the school year and the last few weeks are always stressful and chaotic. I'll try to post more once school's out! So in other words if you've requested something I'll try to finish once things have calmed down! 😊

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‘And you’re still hungry for her’- Jasper Hale Headcannons!!

• A southern gentleman through and through. He greets those he likes (and who he can control himself around) with a smile and a ‘Well, Hello there.’ while tipping his imaginary cowboy hat.

• He says ma’am and sir even if he is 10x older than the person he is talking too.

• Did I say he was a gentleman? Jasper likes to hold the door for those behind him, waits for the person who is tying their shoe, listen to the person who was cut off in the middle of a conversation, offers his friends to stand under the umbrella with him while it pours down rain, offer to pay sometimes.

• When first being with you, he had to keep a distance for a long while. He wasn’t sure that he could handle himself and was scared of hurting you on accident. But with the help of Edward, Bella and Alice, he was able to spend more time with you and realize he won’t hurt you.

• One of his hobbies is playing baseball and he loves to have you watch him play, but he loves it more when he gets to teach you. His cold hands over your warm ones on the bat as Alice tosses the ball in your direction. Teaching you how to throw the ball with enough force to get it to hit hard.

• His body is absolutely freezing, so please bare with him when he touches you with his cold hands. The worst thing is when your cooking with Bella and he comes over with his cold hands offering to help, placing his hand on your shoulder.

• He smells like a lot of things, but the ones I can pick up on the most are pine wood, blood, rain, and old spice.

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Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?

Notes: oh my god it’s been so long, I’ve been eating myself up over not posting. I’ve been working myself to death, but I’ve finally got a long weekend off and so I used it to get back to what makes me happy - this story! Omg I hope you guys love it🥹 I also have to go through and update my taglist later tonight, so bear with me on that until I add it!

Word Count: 1500

Series Masterlist

• April 3rd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Tingly.

That’s the state of my body this morning, the state of my mind.

Not only am I riding an emotional high from our conversation this weekend, but my dream last night… Good lord, that dream.

I can feel the echoes of his fingers on my skin, the coolness of his lips, the wet trail they would’ve left behind… the solid weight of what surely his body would feel like, pressed against mine. I can imagine all of what it would be like vividly, to be under him, to get carried away, to just explore-

“You alright, darlin’?”

His voice jolts me from the day dreaming stare I had on the locker before me, caught red handed. To make matters worse, that deep southern tenor questioned me inches from my ear, causing a blush to heat my cheeks to an almost uncomfortable degree.

“Perfectly fine, why?” I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I don’t have to face him right away.

“You do remember that I can feel you, right?” His voice is low and his hands find my hips tenderly, but the air changes around us.

My heart rate skyrockets, this is dangerous. His fingers flex against me and the death grip I have on this book in my hands turns my knuckles white.

“Jasper-” his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.

“I know.” Instantly a cooling, soothing balm blankets our tension and I release the tightness in my chest. Leaning backwards into him I just feel tired all of a sudden, like I had run a marathon. “Let’s get out of here.”

His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, “Is that a good idea?”

“Darlin’, I don’t have many of those these days.” His mouth quirks up in a lopsided grin as he shoves all of my school supplies back in my locker, shutting it and tugging me along behind him towards the student parking lot.

Jasper

Something is on her mind, something dangerous. Something I absolutely want to know, something I’m not sure I have the strength for, but I can’t help it - it’s her.

I’ve never been more thankful for an overcast day with no rain: perfect motorcycle weather. Come to think of it, my sister had a knowing look in her eyes as my siblings all piled into their respective vehicles as I straddled my bike this morning. A decision that currently led me to now: Y/n and I leaving school before midday.

Those thoughts I interrupted earlier have her quiet, but her emotions are raging and it is driving me insane. Curiosity, need, nervousness - a dangerous concoction begging to overtake my rational mind. Separating myself from her feelings is almost impossible at this point, she is so well ingrained in me.

Finally arriving at my thankfully empty home, I shut my motorcycle off and offer a steady hand to help her dismount. Swinging my own leg over, I turn towards her and lean against it, observing her for a moment with crossed arms.

“What?” She makes eye contact as she struggles with the chin strap of my helmet.

Grabbing the helmet by the chin piece, I gently tug her forward between my legs, “Tell me.” I lace the command with neediness to encourage her to be pliant.

And judging by the way her lips part behind the dark visor, the immediate dilation of her eyes, and the weight of her hands settling on my thighs gently, I might’ve laid it on a little too thick.

Chuckling, I free her from my helmet and riding jacket. By the time I finish, she seems to snap from the daze and her hands clench on top of my legs.

“Not fair, Hale.” Feisty this morning.

I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, “All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”

Reaching to swat my chest, I grab her hand gently before she could injure herself.

Pausing as I hang my jacket up, her teasing response sends excitement through me, “Two can play at that game, baby.”

Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.

“What is all this?” Leafing through pencil sketches of my favorite hunting spots and pen etchings of my family at random moments, she gets to the important ones hidden below. Her breathing hitches and I know she’s found them, the ones of her.

Some are in pencil, some are in random felt-tip pens, but my favorites? Those are charcoal. A decently basic medium, but I feel like it captures so much more than anything else ever could. Maybe it’s because I use my fingers to smudge and shape her perfect curves and lines, but it radiates emotion in sweeping gestures and subtle shading - something that’s hard to capture with anything else.

“There’s-” awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and I’m on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. “There’s so many…”

I watch her carefully examine each one and I smile when she chuckles at a few - some of her at school, some of her here in my home, moments I not only committed to memory, but to paper.

“Now you know what I do with my free time.” I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they haven’t seen my drawings.

“Jasper…” I can tell she’s getting emotional, but a part of me is excited for her to see my innermost thoughts on paper, to see herself through my eyes - the unaltered beauty she contains.

“You haven’t even seen the ones I cherish the most.” Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. “The very first ones.”

Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. It’s the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.

“You were a vision that day. A beautiful tornado that wrecked my world, I tried to capture every detail from memory because I never want to forget-”

Her hand finding my cheek breaks me from my explanation and my eyes find her watery ones, mouth open, searching for words clearly hard to get out, “Jasper…”

“I love you.” My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time I’ve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. “I’ve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, “Say something, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.” Now it’s my turn to go wholly still. “I knew from the moment I saw you I’d never be the same, I was yours-”

I couldn’t wait another second, I closed the minuscule gap between our mouths to seal these confessions. I love her and she loves me. Me.

Tilting her head back slightly as I cradle her, I take my cue to deepen the kiss, to pull her closer carefully. Groaning into her mouth, fuck I can’t get enough of her. Trailing kisses down her jawline as she tips her head to the side for much needed air, her gasps drive me to lift her onto my desk.

“Jaz…” her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.

“I am a gentleman, but only just barely.” My voice is gravel in my own ears, breathed down the slender column of her throat.

A shiver from her causes me to clench my jaw and attempt to gather myself.

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman right now.” Her whisper damns me, it fucking sets me on fire.

A slamming door downstairs straightens my spine and my hands abandon the exploration of her. Fuck, my family’s timing couldn’t be better, but also worse.

“Honey, we’re home!” Emmett’s booming voice echoes up the stairs and immediately I know he knows, he can probably smell it.

Huffing, I help her regain her footing and straighten her clothes from the rumpled mess my hands made of it. I also take half a thought to smooth her arousal, a damn shame-but a necessity if we’re to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.

“Fucking Emmett.” Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.

“I heard that!” My brother’s response causes her to roll her eyes at me playfully and I shake my head, my heart weighing much fuller in my chest as she plucks its invisible strings with her shit-eating grin.

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All done with the first book! Now three to go :)

It’s been a while since I read them and watched the movies, but it’s finally time to go back to Forks 🖤🥹🩸

Happy Thursday! 🌙

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