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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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ALWAYS THE BRIDESMAID | J.H.

pairing: jasper hale x cullen!reader

word count: 2k

warning: friends in love but the one doesn't know it yet

summary: bella and edward's wedding day has you feeling somewhat envious of their love story

You felt awful, upset with your heart for the way it ached, for the way it shouted shots of anger, of envy, it was not at all what you'd expect of it on such a happy day. Bella and Edward danced below on the makeshift dance floor the vampires had very reluctantly created while you sat crossed-legged on the roof of the Cullen mansion- grateful for the darkness for allowing you to get lost despite the endless eyes that would search for you.

You had a great love for your brother and his new mate, happy that despite years, decades, of such grim, such overpowering sadness he finally allowed himself such mundane emotions of happiness. Maybe that was what had your heart drawing in upon itself. You didn't think yourself possible of such selfishness, being tormented by pity, by jealousy that reformed your decayed cells in a way that made you nauseous. You hated how your insides twisted, begged yourself, and willed yourself to remember the joy that swerved about your lost soul while planning this day.

But you knew where it came from, what it meant. Those were your flowers that cascaded down from the trees, your dress that flowed from Bella's life-kissed figure, your flower petals that spread towards your altar, your day, your dream. Yet you weren't there, it was everything you wanted and yet it belonged to them, you gave it to them, your dream and now you sit alone, rewatching it from the outside.

“Careful,” someone warned from behind you and were it not a warning you’d heard countless times before you’d not have been able to pin its owner down so quickly, the blond vampire swinging down from a branch and sinking down beside you, giving a soft sigh as he adjusted his suit jacket, about as unhappy with the fancy ordeal as you were, for very different reasons. “You might think yourself into a mess you can’t get out of,” he explained and you almost smiled, habitually moving closer to him, letting your shoulders touch as he looked down to search for the reason for your foul mood.

“You know, Jas, I was trying to hide away in peace,” you reprimanded, though he didn’t believe you, your emotions always betraying you, shifting as soon as he was close, it was as if your heart, despite all the wrong it did you, felt safest with Jasper, freely giving away your secrets to him and his senses.

“What do you think I’m doing here?” he argued, he was speaking in that charming, kind tone, you’d be silly thinking he reserved it just for you when really you were just most accustomed to it, prompting it from him much like he prompted calmness from you, a natural reaction despite your unnatural, supernatural existence. “You thought I came here for you?” you didn’t need to answer, he knew you did, and you knew it was true even if he was trying to pretend otherwise. “Very presumptuous.”

“Oh, you know me, always thinking about myself,” your words had a bite to them, thinking the present situation was the perfect time to remind yourself and your heart that no matter how much you wished it was, this wasn’t your day, and you had no right to wish it was.

“Hey now,” he breathed, disapproving of his words being turned into a real reprimand when really he was trying to talk you out of your head, talk you up from that hole you’d dug yourself into, help you crawl back to the surface to enjoy the day, it was a happy day after all, for everyone, or at least it was supposed to be. “What’s messing with your heart today?” you didn’t want to admit it, your selfish feelings, but you also knew that if anyone would be able to help you make sense of it, it would be your best friend, he’d not judge you for your short-sighted and very much unplanned pity party.

“Actually, I think it’s the other way around, think it’s messing with me,” you sighed, stealing a quick glance at him, sure the sight of him all dressed up and perfect would’ve made you blush had the blood still traveled through your veins, instead you managed a little hum, head tilting to take him in before looking back down to the newlyweds. “Can you feel what they’re feeling?” a puzzling question, leaving much to the imagination since you were sure they felt more than just one thing on a day like today, but somehow, as he always does, Jasper knew what you meant.

“That’s not what you want to ask me,” you hated that he could make that statement so casually, so surely, you also didn’t hate it all, you merely hoped he’d answer the real question without making you ask again. “Go on then,” he pushed, you wanted to roll your eyes, lightly shoving your shoulder against his instead, not missing the way his lips begged to tilt into a smile. “Ask me.”

“Can you feel their love?” he scoffed, unsatisfied, you were nearly there, almost at the point, it was dancing on the tip of your tongue, begging for release but you were being stubborn, he decided to be kind.

“I can’t feel it, per sé, it’s not just one single emotion, doesn’t just add up to one thing you can express, as complicated as love is, feeling it is much the same.” His pause was a courtesy, one he offered due to the disappointment that dipped into the air, flooded from you, and surrounded you just as your emotions often do for as entirely as you feel everything, you felt this in your soul, another stab at your heart, another knife in your icy coffin of life. “I can’t make you feel it either, can’t show you what it’s like,” he breathed and you couldn’t deny him the little nod you managed, not even thinking before you leaned your head against his shoulder, one hand snaking around his arm, other hand searching for his fingers and claiming them in yours as if they were your own. “I would if I could, darling, you know that, don’t you?”

“Of course, I do,” you squeezed his arm lightly, not wanting him to think he’d disappointed you somehow simply by not being able to do the impossible, it’s just that living as you do, being what you are, the concept of impossible seemed so unspecified, so mundane. You had always longed for it, wished for it at night, dreamed of it during every moment of the day, you’d wanted more than anything to feel loved in all possible meanings of the word- yet it seemed more likely that Jasper could create a counterfeit version of it with his gift than someone truly feeling that way for you, about you. “Maybe someday I could feel it, really feel it,” you nearly whispered, you willed the words to sound hopeful, but even if your voice could pretend, your heart certainly couldn’t.

“I’m almost certain that you will,” Jasper promised and you hummed when he kissed the top of your head, your eyes not leaving the sight it had been trained on, the couple in question finally moving away from the dancefloor and by the smell of it, Edward had a howling surprise in store for his new wife.

“Do you think it’ll be worth it?”

“What?”

“Waiting,” you explained and you hadn’t noticed a rather lovely looking, yet slightly terrifyingly quiet Alice creeping up to join the pair of you. “Do you think he’ll be worth waiting for?”

“I certainly think so,” Alice sang, already making herself comfortable next to you, taking hold of your arm and gently forcing you onto her shoulder instead, pleased when the action earned her a little smile from your previously pouting lips. “Think you might not be waiting as long as you think,” she shrugged and you missed her eyes as they locked with Jasper’s, who was already looking at her, hope drowning his features as he fought his brows from furrowing.

“Don’t give me too much hope, Ali,” you said, happy that you had a distraction, her bracelets perfect to fiddle with as she let you move her hand into your lap, you were calming down, feelings simmered but uncertainty lingering, yet you were safe with your comfort people and though the love you shared with your family wasn’t what your heart wished for, it did fill most of the emptiness. “I love you guys,” you mumbled, smiling as Alice proceeded to pull you into a proper hug.

“We love you too,” Alice agreed and Jasper wished the moment would pass because Alice was many things but subtle was not one of them and the way she was looking at him was impossible to miss, even if you weren’t yourself right now. “Some more than others.”

“Oh, I know,” you agreed and when you pulled away to look at them you made sure to give Jasper an extra long smile, he was after all the one to try and make everything better first, even if it didn’t exactly work. “Jasper over here is a real softy for his best friend,” you giggled at that, loving the instant recoil at the words as he pulled you right back to him, being sure to hide the way he melted around you, so perfect, he found it awfully rude of his body to react so willingly to you when the chances of being with you were so slim, so impossible, but then again, just like you, he didn’t think impossible was all that big of an obstacle to overcome.

“That I am, darling,” he purred and with one last squeeze he let you go, already prepared to swoop you right off the roof and onto the dancefloor to take your mind off all that could be clouding it and remind your heart that love was already right there waiting for it, and he would be ready to show you- to tell you more about love and just how familiar he was with the feeling when you and your heart were ready.

“I won’t mind always being the bridesmaid if you’re the one walking down the aisle beside me,” you informed him, allowing him to guide you down from your hiding place, Alice made sure to leave a little space between herself and you two before following you down.

“You won’t always be the bridesmaid,” Jasper noted, not at all surprised when he looked down to where you were climbing the branches to find your shoes had long been abandoned, free hand trying to keep your dress out of the way.

“How do you know?” you demanded once settled on the ground, giving in to his fiddling as he tried to make your dress right, tilting his head slightly as he dusted the purple material of any dirt it might have picked up on your little adventure away from everyone.

“I have a feeling,” he was unnervingly charming as he smirked at you, happy that he could feel your nerves ease, all the horrid feelings that led him to search for you now masked by a sense of content and comfort- happiness, because of him. “Trust me,” you nodded, giving in to the mood of the party as you started dragging him to the very middle of the crowd, pleased that the song had changed pace and the bride and groom were away enjoying themselves in solace.

“I always do.” And you did, you knew him well enough to know he’d always tell the truth, always be honest, always bare his heart to yours, at least when he was ready to do so too.

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truetogaia · 7 months

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What would you guys say if I wrote some Twilight blurbs and drabbles? hrmmmm.. its twilight season after all.. and I'm only just getting into the third book... for the third time..

the aesthetic has me curling up in bed crying 🤧

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mybadlywrittenstories · 4 months

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Two Different Worlds (Jasper Hale Fanfiction) Chapter Two

Word Count: 2,699

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

A chorus of grumbled profanities left my chapped lips as my hand searched blindly for my deafening alarm. Once the alarm was silenced, I groggily opened my eyes, rubbing the crusted sleep from my eyes as I did. Looking over to my clock I saw the time read 6:02am. A sense of anxiety began to fill my chest as I realized today would be my first day at my new high school.

It seemed childish to worry about something so trivial as going to a new school especially when I would only be here for the next few months. The typical 'what if I get lost' and 'what if no one likes me?' echo in my head regardless. Childish or not, I was still worried. Which is why I decided to get up so god-awfully early. To make the absolute best first impression I could, this was a small town after all. I'm sure whatever gossip spreads around about me is going to be based mainly on how today goes.

My body protested as I clamored out of bed, desperate for more rest. I didn't forfeit and go back to bed though, I dragged myself in the shower carrying my toiletries basket with me and grabbing two towels from the hallway closet on my way. I went through my typical shower routine, the mundane task did little to help wake me up. There was however a sense of comfort in the familiar tasks such as scrubbing my hair with my coconut-scented shampoo and washing my face with some bubbly cleanser Abbi had let me 'permeantly borrow'. Even tho I was across the country, some things were still the same. It was a pleasant reminder that they were still there for me, regardless of the distance.

As I left the shower I dried my hair to the best of my ability with the first of my two towels, wrapping the second securely around my frame. I made a mental note that I'd have to ask Bella if she brought our shared hair dryer. I rubbed some coconut oil into the length of my hair and combed through its length with my fingers. Moving onto my face I applied a sweet-scent moisturizer to my face. Lastly, I brushed my teeth for a solid three minutes and used Charlie's Spirimint mouthwash.

Once I felt properly cleaned, I made my way out of the bathroom, dropping my hair towel and dirty pajamas into the hallway hamper, and went back into my room. Good impression... Good impression... Repeated in my mind as I tore through my suitcases looking for something to wear. I threw my red corduroy pants onto my bed, then looked for a matching shirt. The weather in Forks was wildly different than in Arizona, so my shirt selection was limited. After about five minutes of my irritating search, I landed on my thick white sweater. The only sweater in my wardrobe; I mentally noted I may want to pick up a few extra shirts and pants the next time I was close to a department store.

--Ding Ding Ding

I heard the distant sound of Bella's alarm going off in her room, followed quickly by the muffled sluggish footsteps of her getting up to go use the restroom. Sparing a glance at my digital clock I saw it was already 7:20, meaning I had about an hour to do my makeup, and hair, and then eat before we had to be on our way to school.

I rustled through my bags again searching for a pair of socks, underwear, and bra, then swiftly got dressed. I took a seat in the old leather desk chair my father had bought me secondhand a few years ago, and started to apply my makeup. I am by no means a pro makeup artist so I settled for a little bit of concealer, lipgloss, light blush and highlighter, and some pink-tinted eyeshadow mixed with a light brown; dabbing a light dusting of the highlighter around the tear ducts of my eyes. As far as hair went, I never got very fancy with it, opting to quickly brush my hair out to ensure no knots, then slapping a scrunchie on my wrist just in case the wind proved to be too much today.

I grabbed my pair of dusty white sketchers with me, as I made my way out of my room. My dirty towel was left forgotten on my bedroom floor. I could hear Bella still getting ready in her room and decided I would make something for the both of us to eat before school. I clamored down the staircase and into the kitchen, as I browsed through the kitchen I realized I'd have to stop by the store sometime soon to stock up the Kitchen. Charlie seemingly had been living on scraps for god knows how long.

I placed two pieces of wheat bread into the toaster and pushed down the lever, then poured some slightly stale-looking Cheerios into two bowls and placed the milk on the table. I buttered the toast once it was done cooking and placed one piece in front of each of the bowls. As I poured milk into my bowl, I heard Bella's door slam open followed by the clumsy footsteps of her coming downstairs. She wore a simple green button-up shirt and grey long-sleeve ensemble, paired typically with a pair of dark skinny jeans. It wasn't anything fancy but it was very Bella.

"I made breakfast" I stated as she entered the Kitchen, "It's nothing fancy Dad doesn't have much." I finished before eating my meal, she hummed in agreement before sitting down silently and picking at the piece of toast.

"Should we go grocery shopping?" She asked, pouring the milk into her bowl.

"Yeah, probably," I answered before shoving a mouthful of cereal into my mouth. Once I swallowed I continued, "I have a half schedule here, since I completed most of my credits back in Arizona. If you don't mind I could take your truck once I am done, then pick some stuff up at the market."

She hummed in consideration, then nodded her head, "Yeah that'll work. Just don't take too long. I don't want to wait in this weather." She said, wrinkling her nose up in disgust.

"I'll be quick, don't worry."

We finished eating in silence, not an uncomfortable silence. This is how it was often like with Bella, she was always content to sit in silence. No need for unnecessary chit-chat.

Bella took both our dishes to the sink and started to speedily rinse them off. I took the time to check my back backpack and make sure everything I'd be needing was tucked away safely.

Books- Check. Notepad- Check. Pencil Pouch- Check. iPod- Check. Earbuds- Check.

I tucked my small flip phone in the side pocket, everything I'd need to survive the day. Neatly packed up, ready to go. As Bella came into the small hallway, she handed me a small wad of cash.

"From the grocery fund."

"Thanks."

We both put on our jackets, lugged our school bags onto our shoulders, and laced up of sneakers. She grabbed her new car keys off the small hook and opened the door for me. I nodded my head in thanks as we made our way out in the frigid early morning.

The drive to school went smoothly, her engine roared to life almost comically loud. Suddenly, I was thankful Charlie had gifted this old truck to Bella instead of me; I could feel the eyes turning towards us as we slowly drove by through the town. I'm surprised it didn't seem to make a difference to her, typically she hates having the attention drawn on her.

We made it to the school a lot quicker than we had expected. The school being on the other side of town didn't hold as much of a punch as it did back in Phoenix. It took us less than ten minutes to make it to Forks High. The parking lot was already busy and bustling full of students, all of whom turned their eyes to watch the unfamiliar old truck roll up; Alerted due to the sound of the engine.

Bella was quick to park in the nearest available space and shut off the engine. Her cheeks dusted a light pink-- Ah so the noise does bother her. A small smirk tugged at my lips, it was a tad cruel but it did seem fair. She gets a free car, she deserves a light sprinkling of public humiliation.

We made our way into the school office together, thankfully it wasn't hard to find. This school was not even a quarter the size of our old high school. The lady sitting at the front desk was a rather large woman, with big red hair; a few streaks of grey mixed into the wild web of hair. On top of her nose sat a pair of round glasses which seemed to shrink her already small eyes. On the desk in front of her lay a nameplate 'Shelly Cope'

"Well good morning, the Swan girls I presume?" She asked, her voice was sweet but had a certain stern edge to it. No doubt caused by her many years working with unruly teens.

"Yes ma'am," I answered for both of us, "We just needed to pick up our class schedules."

"I see, I see." She mumbled moving around a few papers on her desk. "Just give me a minute, dear. I know I had them around here somewhere..." She trailed off.

Me and Bella stood there awkwardly as she frantically searched through the mounds of paper littered across her desk. That familiar anxious thrumming of my heartbeat in my chest, I don't know why but a sense of extreme unease started to wash over me. It was making me nauseous.

"Here we go, girls!" Ms. Cope exclaimed lifting up two bundles of paper. "This one is for you Isabella." She stated holding out a piece of paper for Bella to grab. Bella made an unhappy noise at the use of her full name, but grabbed the paper regardless; mumbling a quiet thank you. "And this one is for you, dear," She handed me a stack of three papers. "You'll have a class schedule, a map of the school, and an attendance sheet. Please make sure your teachers sign the attendance sheet and then turn it back into me at the end of your classes." She finished, a genuine warm smile spreading across her face.

"Will do."

"No problem."

We both walked out of the office and looked at our class schedules. Both of us groaned when we were reminded of Forks High's most frustrating policy. Mandated Gym all four years. I could take some solace in the fact I only had three periods, and the last one I'd be able to go immediately home and shower-- assuming it was a particularly sweaty workout.

Bella peered over to my schedule and let out a sigh when she saw we shared no classes together. I put a reassuring arm around her should and dragged her away from the parking lot. "Don't worry, Bells. Time will fly by at school you'll hardly notice I'm gone." I joked, giving her shoulder a soft squeeze.

"I just thought it would be nice if at least you were in some of my classes, would be nice to not be completely alone."

It stung at my heart to hear the tone in her voice, maybe I could stay for her lunch period after my gym class. Make sure she wasn't wallowing in self pity by herself at lunch. "Don't stress about it to much, you dork. I'll come eat with you at lunch, how does that sound?"

"I guess that would be okay."

"See you then, Bells! Now let's get to class." I urged, and we parted ways. My first period was English with a Mr. Berty. Second Period was Trigonometry with Mr. Varner. Then lastly, Gym with Coach Clapp. I unfolded the map in my small stack paper and tried to pinpoint my first class. It didn't take me very long to find where I was supposed to go, the map seemed pretty straight forward. So on my way I went, following the map and the few signs scattered around the bustling halls.

As the minutes ticked by, the halls started to thin out and pretty soon I was alone in the long hallway staring down at the map that started to seem more and more complex as time went on. I swear the class should be right here, but as I looked through the windows of the classroom all I saw was vacant rooms. Stacked up chairs and desks in the corner. How the hell did I end up here?

"Are you lost?" A voice called from shockingly close behind me, an angelic voice that was captivatingly alluring. I turned to see who had spoken and my heart skipped a beat. A small frail looking girl stood in front of me, her short spikey hair perfectly framing her ungodly beautiful face accentuating her abnormally gold tinted eyes. A small sense of fear started to snake it's way through my body, causing confusion to swirl around in my head. I was only about 5'3 but I almost toward over this angel on earth, there was no reason for me to fear her; and yet here I was heart beating quickly, hands becoming more clammy by the second.

"Uhm," I cleared my throat, trying to push away my unease, "Well, yes. I thought this was the way to my English class but I seem to have gotten turned around somewhere." I explained sheepishly.

Her melodious laugh broke the awkward silence that had encapsulated us. "How perfect." She sung, clapping her small hands together, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "I was just heading there when I saw you wondering around over here. Why don't you walk with me?" She offered, beaming up at me.

"That's very kind of you," I smiled, her genuine kindness dissipated my unease, I motioned down the hall for her, "After you."

A small giggle escaped her mouth yet again, "That's the wrong way, Cali. We have to go back the way you came. You turned left when you should've gone right." She stated, grabbing my hand and leading me along with her. She was exuding such optimism I almost missed her used of my nickname.

"How did you know my name was Cali?" I asked, trying to pull my hand back to my side in skepticism, but her iron clad grip didn't weaken. Without missing a single beat she responded to my question, "Oh I suppose I got a bit ahead of myself." Her light skip towards the end of the hall slowed and she looked over at me as she continued, "I'm Alice Cullen, and trust me everyone knows about you and you sister Isabella. You've been the talk of the town." I cringed slightly at the thought of my dad running around talking about me, hopefully he didn't tell anyone anything to embarrassing. What she said covered everything, except one small detail. I could see her mouth twitch the second I opened my mouth to speak.

"How did you know I went by Cali though?" I pondered, noticing the smallest glint in her eye, "Most people call me by my first name Calliope, at least when we first meet." I explained, nervous I had upset her going off the look on her face.

Her face perked up within the second, quickly responding, "Well I wasn't positive but you don't look like the type to go by Calliope, call it a lucky guess."

"Ah I see, that's fair. Very lucky guess." Her face lit up and she picked up her quick skip as we neared the end of the empty hall, "You'll learn that about me pretty quickly, my dear. I make very lucky guesses." She sung before we stopped outside of a door, right as the bell rang. "Here it is."

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xxdarkanamnesisxx · 3 months

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Emmett Cullen has a problem with sex

warning: this post contains sex, anti-sounding words, and mentions of addiction

About a year ago Emmett and tn have been together. He is always very nice and gentlemanly, he is a boy who is quite in need of love. QUITE

In his eyes, you are the perfect woman, you are a goddess and as such he adores you every day when you wake up and when you go to sleep, he never takes his hands off you and I have to admit that this is quite exciting.

In the mornings when he picks you up to go to school, after sneaking into your room and fucking you so hard against your mattress that his hands are still marked on your waist and his kisses are stained on the soft skin of your neck, thighs and breasts.

During the ride he can't take his hands off you, touching your hair, crushing your thighs with his huge hands. If you were in the mood they would make a stop in the middle of the forest and let you ride it until you drop. He never has enough of you nor you of him.

During classes he sends you messages telling you how pretty you look today and how beautiful you would look under him with his cock inside you.

You can't deny that you're also addicted Emmett. A huge man, strong, chivalrous and so sexy, your mouth waters just thinking about the way he touches you, the heat between your legs that builds up just by listening to him speak, the need to be filled by his huge, fat cock.

Together they are a massive destruction, they fuck rabbits day and night, they fill your home with the sound of the wet collision of their bodies and your moans worthy of a porn movie.

The person who saw them would swear that they are a serious couple but they are not.

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plussizefantasia · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 14: Leaves

Jasper Hale x reader

Word Count: 0.5k

AN: this one is short and sweet. Please reblog if you enjoyed reading it.

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There was something so human about the fall season. The falling of leaves and the sudden coldness that permeates the air. It all reminded Jasper a bit too much about being mortal. Of course, he hadn’t been mortal in at least a century, but you were. You were mortal right now, he could lose you at any moment. You could wither and fall, just like the leaves on the ground.

That is why Jasper was in a bad mood. But he was trying his best to latch onto your feeling of joy. You were positively radiant with joy while taking a stroll with Jasper on the way home from school. The day was overcast, as it commonly was in Forks but the lack of sunshine never seemed to bother you.

Jasper admired your ability to find happiness in the small things. For how long he’s lived, the monotony of every day seemed to make the fleeting moments blur together. He had gone decade with the days and nights melding into one. It wasn’t until he had met you that he seemed to wake up from his stupor. It was still difficult for him to understand how stepping on leaves brought you so much joy, but he would watch you and bask in the warmth that your joy emanated.

“Why do you enjoy this so much Darlin’?” He had asked.

“Dunno Japser, I like the noise, I guess.”

“Is that why you step on all of them?” He didn’t see the appeal, and if he was completely honest the noise kind of grated on him.

“I guess. Why? Does it bother you, ‘cause I can stop.” You offered beginning to look up and walk normally.

“No, you don’t need to stop Love, I’m just curious I guess.”

“Curious about what?”

“Why do you get so happy while doing such pointless things? I like that you have things that make you happy, but I don’t see how crunching dead leaves get you so overjoyed.

“Oh Jasper,” You smiled moving to wrap your arm through his “I’m not overjoyed because of the leaves, I’m happy because I’m spending time with you.”

If his heart was still beating he's sure that it would send blood to his cheeks at your remark.

“You make happy Jasper, more happy than I’ve been in a long time. I could be filing taxes and as long as I was with you I’d enjoy it.” Your words settle into his mind like syrup. Slowly covering his thoughts with you and his love for you.

Maybe that is why he liked being around you. Even in the moments that he struggles with his hunger, just being near you puts him at ease. He feels like he can breathe with you, even though he doesn’t need to. At first, his fear of putting you in danger far outweighed any desire to be near you. But when he realized that being near you was the only way to keep you safe, he became almost impossible to get away from, though you never wanted to get away from him anyway.

“You make me happy too Darlin’.” He pulled your arm out of his and moved it letting it hang in between the two of you. He laced your fingers together and continued your walk. Smiling when you started stepping on leaves again.

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effloradox · 7 months

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I’m slightly obsessed with this vampire cowboy if you couldn’t tell 😅

Being the baby in a family of vampires is a difficult position to hold. You're not a baby by any means, you're in your thirties by now, but compared to the patriarch of your new family who is over three hundred years older than you, the other vampires dwarf your time on this planet. You know that this life is a blessing, that without it you'd be long dead by now, but it still stings having your age used against you in practically every family discussion.

Carlisle has more sympathy for your age difference but Edward is the worst for it. He's only seventy years older than you and yet you'd think he was seven hundred years older from the way he acts. You can't help the fact that people born in the same year as you are still alive and well, it's not like you can make time pass quicker and yet your adoptive brother seems to take great delight in pulling rank over you in any discussions about the future of the coven. Knowing he can read your thoughts of frustration does nothing to help the situation either.

Jasper knows it bothers you. He was still fairly new to the coven when you were turned, so whilst he's older than Edward he doesn't have the same position in the coven. It doesn't bother him as much since he outlives Edward, but he understand your frustrations. One of the perks of his abilities is knowing when you're reaching the end of your patience so he can quickly intervene with the suggestion of getting out of the house if only for a while so you can calm down.

It's almost a tradition at this point that not long after a move, the two of you will seek out some private spot far from the new house, far from the new town, that will become your spot for the duration of your time in whatever new place the coven has moved to.

As far as your limited experience goes, Forks seems to be a fairly nice town. Nothing like the small English town you lived in when you were human, but it's nice. It rains almost constantly, which is a nice feeling of being back home, and the people seem more than friendly enough. Carlisle had mentioned you having your tour of the high school in the upcoming days once enough time had passed for the family to have 'settled in'. The only thing you'd actually done upon arriving in town was choosing a bedroom for you and Jasper and immediate heading out to find your new spot.

Carlisle had warned you about not breaking the treaty he had formed with the Quileutes but aside from that, you and Jasper had been given free reign. It still hurt when the last thing you'd heard before you left the house was yet another snide remark from Edward about needing to baby proof the house before the two of you returned. You'd stopped running after maybe twenty minutes, and this was definitely not going to be your spot, but Jasper got the impression you needed time to process the past rather than look to the future.

"Do you think he'll always treat me like that?" You question makes Jasper pause for a moment as he considers his response. He lets his eyes drift over the small clearing the two of you are sat in before his gaze falls back to you.

"I hope not darlin'." His words do nothing to stop the ache in your chest and he knows it. He can tell from the defeated look on your face and the way your emotions flicker across your face. He doesn't need to be an empath to know how much this tirade is starting to bother you.

"Alice said that he'd stop with time, but I don't think I can spend another thirty years listening to him be so condescending about me." The mention of your precognitive sibling makes Jasper pause. For her to have a vision of something so specific would be unusual from what he's discerned over the years.

"Did Alice see something about him stopping?" You shrug lightly, pulling your knees close to your chest.

"Not necessarily. She said she saw something big happening whilst we're here that will make him stop but that could be years away." Jasper lets out a quiet noise of consideration at your words. Alice had been having more frequent visions since you'd all moved, maybe something big was on the horizon. Last time she'd had this many was just before you'd come into their lives.

"I can ask Carlisle to speak to him if you want." You take a moment to consider his offer before shaking your head lightly.

"I think that would just make him do it more out of spite. Thank you though." You outstretch a hand to him that he's more than willing to take. Even after over a decade of being together, it never fails to fill him with joy how perfectly your hand fits in his. Like you were made for him, or he was made for you. Maybe both. It certainly feels that way when you look at him with a smile that could rival the moon for how beautiful it is.

"You want to head somewhere new?" You nod at him and allow him to help you to your feet. Even now you're both standing your hands are still entwined and he smiles as he feels you squeeze his hand gently.

"Lead the way cowboy."

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You are honestly a SAINT!

You got that ask out at record time it’s unbelievable and it was so well written you could make a series from Dark! Jasper he’s so delicious!

I can’t wait to see what else you put out!

P.S. Imagine Jasper stumbles across his mate that’s a different species like a nymph and he takes this as a sign that he has to be their protector and keep them safe, cozy and warm by his side at all times while they’re just there braiding his hair with flowers they’ve made appear out of nowhere

~🏛️anon

Ahh, thank you so much ! You are too kind xx

Yes, I love that (she's so sensitive too and he keeps her hidden away from everyone)

Your soft bare body brushed against Jasper's clothed one as you both settled in the beautiful meadow. "Your eyes go with this one." You hummed as a bright sunflower appeared in your palm. His chuckles only sounded out

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Peaches & Patience

18+ Minors be gone ❤️

Jasper Hale x Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, patronization (in a hot way, at least for me), pushing but not breaking of boundaries.

I wake up blinking sleep from my eyes. I freeze my body, a cold heavy weight against my back. I relax as quickly as I panicked. I grin and roll over. “You stayed! I said you didn’t have to,” I greet the tall blonde who is taking up about 85% of my full size bed. “I said I wasn’t leaving you darlin,” His southern drawl is thick. God! He was a sleepless ageless vampire he should not have a morning voice let alone one that hot. “Still it’s nice of you.” I’m blushing heavily.

He chuckles deeply, pulling me into a gentle kiss. “I’m taking you somewhere, how fast can you be ready?” For him? Five seconds flat. “Hmm, thirty minutes if it’s casual and only if you stop me from switching outfits twice,” I tell him as we both know my indecisive nature. “Sounds like a deal sugar, your showers’ already running.” God he was perfect. “Thank you!” I give him a peck on the cheek before running off to take one of the most rushed showers known to man. I shave so quickly it’s a miracle I don’t skin myself.

I exit the steaming hot bathroom with my hair fixed, wrapped in a towel. Jasper had seen me looking much worse but I refused to walk out looking like a drowned rat. Strong stone cold arms wrap around my waist as I stand in front of my closet contemplating my outfit. He peppers kisses along my jawline before whispering oh so sweetly in my ear “You’re at the 45-minute mark, much longer and I'm dragging you out naked.” That's not the worst thing I can think of. “You pick then” I motion to the closet.

He picked very well, the green sundress fits perfectly. I climb in the car and Jasper hands me a warm butter croissant. I had learned not to question the magical vampire speed so I just accept the croissant happily. “Are you just not telling me where you’re taking me?” I question him between bites of buttery goodness. “You’ve got the right idea Darlin, don't worry your pretty little head about it.” He squeezes my thigh posessively to punctuate the sentence. To outsiders, it sounded patronizing but to me it was sweet. He was giving me the option to relax instead of overthink what was to come. Overthinking being something that I did often.

The scenery is picturesque as we drive out of forks usual rain into sunshine and fields. We approach rows and rows of trees. Jasper pulls off the road parking. I look at him quizzically. “You’ll see in a minute Sugar, you’ve just got to be patient.He reassures me, stepping out of the truck before walking to open my door and setting me down outside. He lifts me like I'm weightless. We walk hand in hand approaching the trees until I stop in my tracks gasping happily.

“Peaches!” I grin excitedly. “Took you long enough little one,” Jasper chuckles. “Jas peaches do not grow in Washington how-?” He grins “I knew a guy who knew a guy and here we are.” This beautiful gorgeous man had searched for Lord knows how long to find an orchard of my fruit. Most likely the only peach orchard in Washington. I tear up a bit and throw my arms around him. “Thanks, Jaz that's so sweet” He squeezes me tightly. “Anything for you babydoll”

I let go of his embrace and spin around in circles giggling madly. Jas produces baskets from the truck and carries me on his shoulders so I actually have a chance of reaching the fruit. I savor every moment. Each fuzzy peach smells more sweet and delicious than the last. He sets me down in the sun-speckled field. “Are you gonna try one?” I sort through the basket pulling out the ripest one. I sink my teeth into the sweet fruit the delicious flavor exploding on my tongue.

I groan happily as the sweet sticky juice dribbles down my chin onto my neck and chest. Jasper looks at me with an intensity that makes me blush. “Such a sweet messy lil thing” Those words do things to me I am not prepared for. He pulls me into a deep hungry kiss, his tongue demanding and receiving entrance to my mouth. I whimper softly as he takes the time to taste every inch of my mouth. He has me in his arms, my legs straddling his waist faster than I can process.

He presses my back against the bark of a tree but I hardly feel it as he claims my mouth. I can hardly breathe when he pulls away. He places soft yet hungry kisses along my neck that makes my sensitive skin sing with pleasure. I'm a goner, I feel my panties growing wet as he nibbles and sucks at my pulse point. “Jas,” I moan softly. “Good Girl, make those pretty noises for me darlin.” I'm a damned puddle; absolutely melted in more ways than one.

I gasp out loud as Jasper licks a bold stripe down my chest. He pushes the straps of my dress down slowly, leaving room for me to protest. I don't and he trails hickeys down my chest. I grip his hair tightly. “Jas! I-” “Shh Darlin I know, I can smell how wet you are, can almost taste ya, sweetheart.” He grins against my chest no doubt able to tell that turned me on even more. I mewl his name when his mouth wraps around my nipple teasing the sensitive spot suckling and swirling his tongue deliciously.

Jasper pays the other nipple the same attention sliding my dress the rest of the way down, leaving me in just my wet panties. He looks at me, his eyes dark and blown with lust. “So pretty, so sweet.” he purrs, kissing down my stomach. I’m squirming and panting with need. “Jas please!,” I beg. “Patience pretty girl soon you’ll be begging me to stop.” I shudder at the intention behind his words. He pulls down my panties revealing my glistening and swollen pussy. He lips a bold stripe down the length of my slit making me moan out loud. “Tastes so good babydoll,” He groans into my folds

I moan and whine as Jasper traces every inch of my cunt with his tongue before delving it inside me. “Oh-!” I cry out. He grips my thighs tightly pulling me closer working me up with every motion knotting my pleasure tighter and tighter. He traces his tongue around my clit and I shake violently. “Jas m’so close!” He grins against me and sucks my clit into his mouth, making me fall apart. I cum feeling like molten hot pleasure as he laps me up like the sweetest nectar.

“I try and squirm away as I grow more and more sensitive but he pulls me tight. “Not so fast Sugar we’re not done yet.” He growls, stretching me with his fingers,rubbing against my g-spot harshly. I moan and clench around his fingers feeling the pleasure spark and pulse throughout me. He presses his hand down, compressing my abdomen, making everything feel that much more intense. I wail as I feel something inside me snap and I squirt all over his hands. I gasp violently trying to catch my breath. Jasper leans over me grinning. “See pretty girl you just had to be patient.”

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EMMETT CULLEN AND SKIN CARE 💖

i did this one with Jasper and y’all seemed to like it. I think I am going to write with the others Twilight characters :)

warnings: swearing and Emmett being weird.

pairing: emmett cullen x human!reader

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So first of all, Emmett cares about his appearance. Like, a lot.

Even though he can’t age and his skin is flawless, he will still wear some makeup sometimes (usually for fun)

Dating a human has been a quite funny experience to him. He loves to watch you doing human regular things.

And this include him watching you doing your skin care routine completely AMUSED

His eyes literally shined when he first saw how much different and colorful products you keep in your vanity

Every night you’ll be using your regular serum and he will beg for his life to see you using that pink face mask that you recently bought because it’s ✨cute✨

Emmett is always delighted when you ask him to go shopping with you

“I’m not using this, babe, it’s not for my skin type”, you say as he keeps putting things in your basket just because he wants

“I’ll try it on my skin”, he’d say

He doesn’t care if you’re doing your own shit, he wants to sit besides you in your vanity bench and wants you to put all sorts of products in his face

“How do you feel?”, you say after finally put a red face mask on his face

“Fucking delicious”, and the boy will put the most devilish grin in his face

Emmett lived during the 90s and he had created this deep fantasy within him of a skin care date night watching a movie or so

Now that you’re his soulmate, that is possible

So he LOVES to pick a movie (Usually something like Hocus Pocus or maybe Clueless) and sit in your carpet in front of the screen while you wait for the products to dry or to make some effect on your skin

And I have to say that Emmett is the type of person to add comments throughout the movie

I will maybe work on that later but he’s the type to add a joke during a scary scene in a terror movie that will get you wheezing instead of horrified

After a few skin care dates, Emmett developed some good taste in self care products 🤌🏻

I know that he likes his appearance but he was the type of guy to use anything he could reach.

Before you, he would use Rosalie’s shampoo (which makes her furious) and Carlisle conditioner (he doesn’t really care but it’s not for Emmett’s hair type)

But since you’ve started dating, Emmett knows his hair type, your hair type, your skin type and he has memorized every product you use everyday

Now he can go shopping by his own and buy exactly what you need

But you always go with him because it’s so much fun

Sometimes you’re just giggling around the store nonstop because of something Emmett did

Like the time he drop a whole shelf of products when he turned around to your call (and his shoulder hit the shelf)

Emmett is the type of boyfriend to tag you in a Instagram’s post of those influencers skin care products haul

And you LOVE IT because he usually actually buy the products when you seemed to like one in specific

Emmett’s an angel

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tragicallywicked · 9 months

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Do you think Alice would have a hard time dealing with the things she saw in her vision (BD2 Movie, implied in book)? Do you think seeing Carlisle and Jasper die has a lingering effect on her? Would she ever tell Jasper what she saw?

Well, here's a little drabble to answer this ask sent forever ago...

As Alice continued her solitary sojourn through the tranquil woods, the nocturnal symphony of nature surrounded her like a harmonious embrace. The rustling leaves whispered ancient secrets, and the distant hoot of an owl punctuated the silence, echoing the enigmatic whispers of the universe. The aura of twilight lent an otherworldly quality to the landscape, as if reality and dreams danced together in a waltz of timeless beauty.

The bond between Alice and her adoptive family was one forged in both love and eternity, and she cherished each member with an intensity that only immortals could understand. Carlisle, the compassionate patriarch whose wisdom and compassion knew no bounds, had been a beacon of hope in her life since the day she was welcomed into the Cullen clan. And Jasper, her resolute partner in this immortal existence, had brought her solace when she was plagued by the shadows of her tumultuous human past.

But now, her visions, once clear and precise, were a tempest of uncertainty. They had always served as a guide, enabling the family to navigate the uncharted waters of their existence, but this newfound ambiguity disoriented her like a compass spinning aimlessly in search of true north.

She vividly remembered the vision that shattered her peace, leaving fragments of doubt in its wake. It had unveiled Carlisle's image, bathed in an ethereal glow, as he selflessly tended to a wounded creature, a symbol of his unyielding empathy. But then, the vision shifted like a kaleidoscope, revealing a haunting glimpse of a shattered future—Carlisle's life force fading like the twilight's last glimmer.

And then, there was Jasper—the warrior with a soul burdened by a past he tirelessly fought to overcome. His fierce loyalty and unwavering determination had always been her anchor in moments of uncertainty. But her visions now painted a heart-rending portrait of him, entangled in a perilous conflict, battling adversaries far beyond their current reckoning.

Alice's heart seemed to bear the weight of impending loss, and the once-vibrant colors of her world bled into muted hues of apprehension. She longed for the reassurance of certainty, the solace of knowing that her visions held unwavering truth, but the elusive nature of fate remained an enigma she could not decipher.

As the forest murmured its ancient lullaby, she found herself seeking solace beneath the canopy of an ancient oak. She leaned against its gnarled trunk, the rough bark a tactile connection to the tangible world that existed beyond the ephemeral veil of her visions. Her mind was a tempest of emotion, and she closed her eyes, allowing the forest's symphony to soothe her.

Jasper Hale, her steadfast companion and soulful empath, had sensed the ebb and flow of emotions around him like ripples on a moonlit lake fr a while now. Ever perceptive, he noticed the subtle shifts in Alice's aura, as if a tempest had stirred within her usually serene spirit.

Jasper's quiet footfalls approached, a gentle presence like a warm breeze that caressed her senses every time he was around. His skill covering her in a veil of calmness. He knew her better than she knew herself, and his empathic prowess had always allowed him to discern the depths of her emotions, even when she tried to conceal them.

"Alice," his voice, like the soft murmur of a brook, reached her ears. "You've been wandering," he paused. And when he added, "for quite some time," he didn't just mean that day. He knew there was something that troubled her, but he wanted to, first, be allowed to help.

Her lips parted to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. How could she put into words the uncertainty that gripped her, the fear that gnawed at the edges of her immortal existence?

Jasper settled beside her, his presence a grounding force as he gently encircled her shoulders with a reassuring arm. "You do not have to face anything alone, Alice." She knew that. Alice knew in her core that Jasper was always going to be at her side. But the vision, its implications, as unreal as they were now, they still grappled her soul. "I want to understand." He could feel the echoes of her emotions, and its most intricate depths, but after a successful ending to their endeavour with the Volturi a few weeks ago, he didn't quite grasp why she felt so morbidly sad.

Her eyes met his, the golden depths reflecting the celestial allure of the night sky. "I've seen things, Jasper," she whispered, her voice tremulous yet determined. Visions that shroud their future in ambiguity made her fear losing those she held dear, even if not now, not even in the same situation, but losing nonetheless. And the uncertainty, that hadn't bothered her for decades, weighted heavily upon her.

Jasper's eyes softened with understanding, and he drew her closer, enveloping her in an embrace that felt like home. "The future may be a tapestry woven with threads of uncertainty," he began, his voice gentle and warm, "but we are our choices, our love—they shape the destiny we walk towards. And if we stand together, we will find the strength." It was Alice who had taught him that, to be so optimistic and tacky.

But nonetheless, his words resonated within her like a melody that beckoned her heart to dance. In his arms, she felt a sense of solace, knowing that she need not bear the burden of her worries alone. The bond they shared was an unyielding tether, grounding her.

With newfound resolve, she leaned into his embrace, resting her head against his chest, where she could make believe the rhythmic cadence of his immortal heart. "Thank you, Jasper," she murmured, the words imbued with a profound sense of gratitude.

He pressed a tender kiss to her temple, a gesture that spoke of affection and devotion. "Always, Alice," he whispered, his voice an oath whispered to the night.

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long-lost-cullen · 1 year

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Master of all my Lists

TWILIGHT

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE THE LAST OF US

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE

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velvetcloxds · 2 years

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SILLY TRADITIONS | J.H.

pairing: jasper hale x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: reader is a vampire for thirsty boy's sanity

summary: surprising jasper with a cake you baked to celebrate his birthday

“You’re excited,” Jasper noted with a half-smirk, taking a habitual deep breath when he felt your fingers ghosting over his neck, cold hands covering his eyes as you giggled lightly. He didn’t need to use his gift to know you were excited, even without it he would be able to see it ooze out of you, practically sweeping through the school hallway as you guided him towards your locker and he was ever willing to go wherever you wanted to take him, no questions asked.

Jasper was the perfect gentleman, that was to be expected from the moment you met him, he’d go out of his way to make every moment together special and memorable, and you’d considered yourself unfairly lucky to have found someone willing to go to the ends of the earth for merely a happy smile in return. He was, however, incredibly difficult to spoil in return, not only because his gift always left him ten feet ahead of you but because he needed very little from you to be spoiled, in fact, he considered your happiness a gift in itself, one he’d never get tired of receiving. But you were determined to surprise him, to give him something special, however simple, or silly the gesture may seem to the vampire, you wanted him to have a day where he could be sure of endless treats and special gestures.

“I am,” you agreed, smile deepening when he scoffed lightly at your behaviour, reaching a hand backwards to be able to touch you, settling for briefly brushing his fingers over your thigh before giving in to your delicate manhandling as you stopped in front of your locker. “Keep them closed,” you commanded, having to take your hands away to put in the combination, giving him a threatening glare despite his lack of sight.

“Yes ma’am,” he teased, and you simply had to steal that cocky little smirk from his lips with a quick peck, taking him by surprise but he didn’t mind, hell he’d have to be insane to mind that, or so he told you whenever he got the chance.

“Okay, so,” you began and when the metal door creaked open, Jasper received a rather lovely whiff of the surprise you were so eager to show him and his curiosity only grew, knowing that it was a rather senseless gift to give vampire, even more senseless to be given by a vampire, but he’d happily humour you. “I was talking to Carlisle yesterday, just about this and that and he let a little something slip,” you explained and with careful movements you reached into the locker to pull out the little vanilla cake you’d spent all morning baking, smiling as the little cuts of fruit and strings of flowers laid so perfectly in the river of white buttercream. “He said that it was your birthday today,” you breathed shyly, and it was that little breath that told him to open his eyes, golden orbs raking over the pastry in your hand as you tried not to let him feel your nerves.

“You baked me a cake,” he noted in somewhat disbelieve, shifting his gaze between your hands and your face, not yet sure how to react, but knowing that this obviously meant more to you than it did to him and that alone was enough to make his decision clear.

“I know it’s stupid. I mean you probably haven’t celebrated that in decades and what on earth are we going to do with a cake, we can’t exactly eat it and- “you stopped yourself, sensing a new rush of calmness flowing through your nerves, curtesy of your mate, no doubt, but you didn’t say a thing, just smiled up at him. “It’s a silly tradition, but if I could get at least one day where I could make you feel as special and as loved as you make me feel every day, then I’d take any excuse I can get.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting as a reply, knowing that Jasper wasn’t a man all that fond of grand gestures on his behalf, but you were pleasantly surprised when he brushed a finger over the plate, plopping said finger covered with buttercream in his mouth and smiling crookedly.

“Delicious,” he breathed, and you giggled again, the exact sound he’d hoped for when he decided to risk a rather questionable reaction to eating human food, but it would be worth it, anything would be worth it for that brilliant sound. “And gorgeous, might I add, certainly has your touch to it,” he continued, and with an action so smooth and so quick he had the cake placed back in your locker and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“You don’t think it’s silly?”

“Not at all,” he insisted almost instantly, shamelessly dragging his eyes over your face, stilling on every little detail he deemed noteworthy before settling almost hesitantly on your own eyes. “I believe that it’s one of the best things I’ve ever received,” he admitted, and you could swear your dead heart skipped a beat, not at all as unlikely as it seemed with him holding you this close without a single care for who might see.

“Happy Birthday,” you whispered in faux secrecy, cupping his cheeks in your palms as you allowed him to push you gently against the lockers. “I love you more than any action could show you,” you informed him, stealing another brisk kiss, hoping it would prompt him to commit a robbery of his own.

“I know, darling,” he leaned in, not that there was much room to do so but he would always try, and you’d always be ecstatic when he did. “You don’t have to show me,” he explained and brushed his nose against yours. “You don’t even have to say it,” he breathed, and you were stuck at an impasse- wanting to beg him to hurry up and kiss you while also desperately wanting to hear what he had to say, knowing that it would put your entire notion to shame. “Because I feel it,” he concluded and when his lips finally danced with yours you understood completely what he meant because every ragged breath and every addicting taste felt like little remnants of love melting into your lost soul.

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twistedtangledfate · 9 months

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No One Loves Her More

Jasper enjoyed spending time with the people who had become his family fairly quickly all things considered but there were times where he preferred solitude. He did not prefer it the way that Edward sometimes did but he found that it was something he needed sometimes. His gift had been a difficult one to become used to and it had brought him great glory and caused him great pain on more than one occasion. It was a blessing as much as it was a curse and there were times where it truly did feel like a curse. To take a life was difficult enough without feeling the emotions of the victim. Jasper had found that it had become intolerable and just as he had began to despair, he had found Alice or, rather, she had found him. Everything had changed after that fateful meeting, a meeting that she had seen years prior. He could still recall the first time he had seen her beautiful face, her features almost elf like. He had thought that her face was beautiful enough but then he had felt her emotions. It was difficult to deny love when he could feel it emanating from her. No one had loved him the way that she did.

Jasper stared out of the window at the rain, his sharp eyes tracing the path of every droplet against the glass. He knew that the rain was a good cover that allowed them to stay in Forks for as long as possible. Still, Jasper was somewhat irritated by it. He had never been a fan of the rain. He was a southerner through and through and he longed for the sun and humidity. The trip to Phoenix had excited a small part of him because that felt more normal than the rain and the clouds ever had done. It was a climate he was far more accustomed to.

Scratch

Jasper whirled round at the scratching sound, a long abrasive sound, his shoulders tensing, body bending slightly into a crouch. Alice stepped forward and instantly Jasper’s posture relaxed. The wars had been a few decades ago but they were fresh in Jasper’s mind and when he was surprised, his body shifted automatically into defensive mode. He had fought so hard and for so long that it was almost impossible to avoid such a thing. It was as natural to him as his speed or the tough marble of his pale skin.

Alice crossed the distance between them quickly, her steps light, her form lithe as a dancer. She stopped barely inches away from him and leaned up on her tiptoes, her lips curving upwards into a smile that was uniquely for him. Despite his slightly morose turn of thinking, his mood instantly shifted at her close proximity.

“Sometimes I wonder if you haven’t stolen my own ability from me as well as my heart.” Jasper replied, a half smile gracing his lips, the gold in his eyes like warm honey. He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek.

“It isn’t stealing when it’s willingly given.” She replied in a light, cheerful voice before pressing her lips against his jaw. Jasper chuckled, the laugh emanating from the back of his throat as he cupped her face in his hands.

“When you phrase it like that…” With those few words, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss that tasted sweeter than anything else he had ever tasted before. His body was aflame with the want for her from the very moment that he had touched her. No one had ever loved him the way that she did and, in turn, no one had loved her the way that he did.

#jasper hale #the emotional spirit (jasper)#drabbles

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cullen-cannons · 2 years

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What It Takes

This is a short Drabble I made, I had the idea at like almost midnight last night and had to write it down, so forgive an spelling errors.

So what does it take to phase a cowboy?

All the blood and gore and death that his time with Maria brough. The newborns and the wreckage of mangled bodies they left after every hunt (which he would have to dispose of) their fear when he had to dispose of them.

All this he certainly found disturbing but nothing strikes fear in the heart of Jasper Whitlock like his little pixie announcing a(nother) shopping trip.

Of course he’ll go along to please her, but if you were wondering, all it takes to phase a cowboy is a little shopping.

The companion piece for this is called His Love.

#jasper hale #jasper whitlock #twilight saga #twilight #drabble #alice cullen #alice whitlock #text post #jasper #alice #jasper x alice #alice x jasper #twilight headcanon #headcannon #headcannons

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writtenbyariavargas · 1 year

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Day 6

Secrets Revealed - Jasper

Abuse mention cw, abuse mention tw, bruising cw, bruising tw

So many years I’d been posing as a human in high school. Different small town, same story. There were times it was monotonous, other times there were some things that piqued my interest. On a normal basis I didn’t get close to humans and their emotions, especially the teens were overwhelming. The constant influx of information, hormones, moodswings, etc bombarded me every second of every day. I’d gotten better at it as time went on. It reminded me of handling the newborns within Maria’s army. I filtered things out, just to keep myself sane. Having Alice there helped. Even during the most strenuous moments, her love for me, the purity behind it kept me balanced enough to get through the days.

Even if we weren’t always in the same classes, I could always feel her. She was the beacon of light in the darkness of teenage emotions.

I hadn’t expected to feel the shift in the pool of emotions that I did when I walked into first hour. The first thing I noted was someone whom I’d not seen, nor felt their emotions before. They looked fragile, almost as doll-like as Alice did. What I felt was a wave of too many emotions coming from the child. For the briefest moment it had almost pulled me under with the physical manifestations of the myriad of emotions that they felt. So much guilt, fear, anger, disgust came from them and I felt a pull I hadn’t in such a long time to try to assist in a way that wasn’t just pushing their emotions down. If I had a heartbeat I would have felt it pounding, would have heard it in my ears. I could hear how hard it was working, smell the secretion of cortisol in their bloodstream. Something was very wrong, intrinsically wrong and I knew that no one else seemed to see or notice the overwhelming despair that was coming from her.

I approached cautiously, kneeling on a single knee to look at her. I could see how haunted those dark eyes were and I couldn’t help but be drawn in, worried for her. Blonde waves were messy and it looked as though she’d been crying recently. I saw the scars on her and idly wondered if they had been self inflicted or if someone had done something to her.

“Come take a walk with me, you look like you need it,” I murmured softly, trying to push a gentle wave of concern over to ease her into following me.

“But-,” she answered and I waved a hand to stop her.

“Mrs. Johnson will be okay with you taking a walk,” I answered and the girl nodded.

She got up and left her backpack next to her seat. We left the classroom and I led her outside so she could get some fresh air. It looked like the small girl needed it. I felt for her, concern for this unknown human blotting out reason for the first time in over a century.

Once we were in a quiet place I motioned for her to sit, then sat next to her.

“I’m not going to ask if you’re okay. Your eyes tell me enough to know that the answer would be a lie,” I started and gave her a gentle smile, “my question is, if you’re okay with telling a complete stranger, did someone hurt you?”

Her green eyes widened, the fear coming to the forefront of my senses and it gave me my answer. Someone had.

“Is this someone you live with?”

The child started to chew the inside of her bottom lip, thinking, before she nodded.

“Would you be willing to talk about it?"

She didn't answer. Instead of pushing I held space for her, projecting that she was safe until she was ready to go back to class.

By lunch the concern I felt was stifling. I couldn’t get the look of her haunted eyes out of my head. I knew Alice was concerned and I could feel Edward's curiosity reaching for me. Quietly I asked Alice if she saw anything regarding the girl from my first hour. She closed her eyes and concentrated. I knew Edward was paying close attention to the conversation and I was glad that Rosalie and Emmett were out hunting.

"She isn't okay," Alice mumbled so quietly no human would be able to hear, "not in the slightest. I keep seeing her walk in with more marks on her and you being drawn to know what is happening to her."

I glanced at Edward and he frowned, "I can hear her. She's scared to go home."

"Can you hear why?"

"Something about her cousins."

***

Days passed and as Alice predicted I kept being drawn to try to help. After a few weeks of showing her kindness and somehow making her feel safe Alice told me the day she'd say something. Alice didn’t tell me what. It wasn't her place to reveal that. It was frustrating, yet I understood.

The day the child told me, I saw the handprint bruise on her neck. Even with the makeup she used I saw the darkness. She struggled to speak and I could hear the hoarseness in it. It was worse than I'd imagined.

"My cousins assault me… Kristjan… he," her voice cracked and without a thought I wrapped my arms around her. I couldn’t tell you why I did so. There was an instinct in me I thought no longer existed that made me want to show her someone cared. Even with her muscles tightening out of anxiety there was something there that made her relax into the hold. I’d not been this close to a human in a long time. I didn’t fear hurting her. Instead I wanted to protect her. I knew what she was going to say. I didn't need to hear it. He'd done something unforgivable, something Edward had murdered people over. I was sickened by a family member doing that to anyone, let alone someone so fragile. The girl cried against me and I held her until she was too tired to continue her tears. I knew what I needed to do. I needed to tell Carlisle and have him intervene. She wouldn't be in that place any longer. She wouldn't be going back.

"After school, come with me. I'll make sure you're safe."

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