#Forks High school

[cece693]

Can We Kill Her? (Jasper Whitlock x M! Vamp Reader)

This is a short thing I wrote before focusing on the next parts of Velvet Ring. It's not my best work (in my opinion), but it's fun. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Jasper really needs to be given an award for not killing the human, Bella Swan, for encroaching on what's his.

tags: jealous Jasper, petty Jasper, Edward is dumb, Bella bashing, The Cullens are no help, Rosalie is cool, Bella is obsessed with the wrong brother

Jasper's hands clenched into fists, the tension rippling through his body like a coiled spring ready to snap. His amber eyes burned with a dark intensity as he stood by the car, watching Bella Swan hover around you like a fucking mosquito. The human girl had no idea what kind of fire she was playing with, and Jasper wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his composure.

"I’ll kill her, I swear I’ll fucking kill her." he muttered under his breath, his Southern drawl sharper than usual, laced with venom. His eyes narrowed into slits as Bella smiled shyly up at you. This wasn’t the first time, and it was becoming increasingly clear that she had no intention of giving up. She was delusional, Jasper thought. There was no other explanation for her behavior. The girl believed she had a chance with you. As if you would want an appetizer when you already had a whole ass buffet. (Rosalie was really rubbing off on the soldier; his confidence and bluntness even scared him sometimes.)

"Jasper," Talking about his 'twin', Rosalie wore a smug smirk, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her arm as she leaned against the car, unbothered. "She’s not worth the effort. Do you really believe M/N would be unfateful, much less with her? I will kill him myself if that ever happens." Despite the playfulness in her words, Jasper knew she was being reassuring in her own way, showing that she cared about you both.

Alice, who usually would intervene whenever someone bad mouthed the human, remained silent. Her eyes were fixed on Bella, a rare flicker of disapproval crossing her face. The future she had seen didn’t include Bella vying for your affections, and it unnerved her to no end. But, honestly, whatever included Bella Swan was irritating in itself.

Edward, on the other hand, stood like a statue, glowering. He was seething—his plan to play the hero had spectacularly backfired. Saving Bella from being crushed by that van hadn’t worked as he’d hoped. Instead of falling into his arms, Bella had transferred all her admiration, her obsession, onto you. This caused quite a rift in your non-existent relationship: it wasn't your fault Bella thought you were better than him, that just spoke to how Edward should change himself to attract a mate.

"Bella, stop." Your voice caused the rest of the Cullen siblings to look in your direction. "I tried to be nice, but perhaps I need to be blunt. I don't like you that way. However, you know who does?—Edward. My obnoxious, melodramatic..."

“Is he really trying to be a wingman while insulting you, Edward?” Emmett’s booming voice interrupted with a chuckle, and he shot you a grin, clearly amused by the unexpected turn of events. “Damn, that’s harsh, but at least he’s being honest.”

“Emmett, shut up!” Edward’s hiss was sharp, his patience fraying by the second.

Bella looked at you as if you just revealed you killed her father; face downcast, eyes brimming with tears. You didn't like it one bit. It was as if she didn't listen to what you were saying. Was she deaf?—why did God curse him with these good looks and personality? "Okay, look. I'm sorry, but I had to get that out there. I hope you take my advice, though. Perhaps a dinner at our house might help you see Edward in a new light."

At your words, Bella's mood visibly brightened. Now it was up to your brother Edward to do the rest. Leaving the human standing there, you returned to your siblings, who all had a range of angry, amused, and jealous expressions. But none mattered more than Jasper, whose fury made you feel gooey inside. "Babe," you whispered, "Don't give me that face. I'm just helping Edward finally get his head out of his ass and make a move."

"Does that also include you being on that said date and fucking her because our dear virgin brother is scared? This is not helping, this is just pushing her delusion further." Jasper glared at you, crossing his arms so as not to allow you to wrap yourself around him.

"Jasper, I think you're overreacting—"

"Really?! You know what. Fine, go play hero. But no sex for a month." You stood there, stunned, as the words sank in. A whole month? Jasper wasn’t bluffing, and you knew it. His cold, distant gaze as he settled into the back seat made that abundantly clear. Emmett’s booming laughter only made it worse, the sound grating against your nerves.

“Jasper, wait.” you called, but he didn’t even turn his head. Instead, he closed the car door with a loud thud, shutting himself away in an impenetrable wall of silence.

“Man, he’s really pissed,” Emmett teased, giving you a friendly slap on the shoulder that nearly knocked you off balance. “A whole month, huh? That’s rough, dude. Should’ve just told Bella to take a hike.”

“Yeah, thanks for the advice, Emmett.” you muttered sarcastically, throwing him a dirty look as he continued to snicker. You didn’t need his commentary right now, not when Jasper’s anger was already weighing so heavily on your chest.

You took a deep breath, pushing down the swirl of frustration and anxiety. There was no turning back now. This whole mess was your own doing, and the only way out was to see it through to the end. With a sigh, you opened the car door and slid into the driver's seat, casting a sideways glance at Jasper, who sat stiffly in the back, his arms crossed and his expression resolutely turned away.

The drive home was painfully silent. Jasper didn’t say a word, didn’t even look at you. His silence was worse than any argument, every second dragging out like an eternity. When you finally pulled up to the house, he got out of the car, slammed the door behind him, and headed inside without waiting for you.

Bella didn't waste time inviting herself to their home the next day. Edward picked her up, leaving you to deal with the tension between you and Jasper. The silent treatment from your husband was torture. You thrived off attention and affection, so even if it seemed exaggerated to others, you did feel like you were dying...again.

When Bella arrived, dressed in that blue dress that looked far too formal for a simple dinner, you felt your unease grow. Her eyes were glued to you the second she stepped through the door, blatantly forgetting about Edward, who was beside her, helping place her sweater on the coat rack. “Bella,” you said, forcing a polite smile. “I’m glad you could make it.”

She smiled, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes as she stepped closer. “Thanks for inviting me, M/N. I’m really happy to be here.”

“Of course,” you replied, trying not to wince at the clear undertone in her words. She was still holding on to that fantasy, just as Jasper had feared. You needed to put an end to it—and quickly. "I hope Edward will continue with the house tour. After all, he's the most excited about your company."

Bella nodded furiously, but it was clear she was just agreeing with you for the sake of it. Sighing, you motioned for the couple to head to the kitchen where the rest of the Cullens were preparing dinner. Bella conversed amicably with Esme, who was all too eager to meet this human who managed to steal her son's heart, but Carlisle's greeting was clipped. It's clear who knew more about the current tension and disapproved of Edward's love interest.

"And finally, we have Jasper, M/N's fiance." Edward finished, sighing when Bella's face fell.

"But I thought—"

"Well, you thought wrong." Jasper hissed, eyes narrowed at the human as he pushed himself from the corner of the room. He stood beside M/N, his hand wrapping around the slightly (taller/shorter) man.

"Jasper." Esme sternly said.

"No, I'm tired of watching how she throws herself at my soon-to-be husband. M/N has been pretty clear that he's not interested, yet Bella continues to push. Have some fucking respect for yourself."

"But you two are so young to be getting married—" Was Bella's only response to Jasper's statement, causing half of the room to roll their eyes. Now it was just sad and pathetic.

"Bella, we've been together for some time now. Do you really believe we would be making such a decision if we weren't sure?" It was M/N who replied, snuggling the cold body of his husband. Oh, how he missed this. "Now, with that out of the way, I believe Edward would be thrilled to continue with the tour."

[vamprincessss]

— what if bella had chosen jacob?

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werewolf content on the vampire blog⁉️ i fr love these two together so much…they had so much potential both in the books and movies + i wish their relationship had been explored more ☹️ jacob black will always have my heart i’m sorry

[pointocean]

[acinematicworld]

☾┊ charlie swan icons┊☽

twilight (2008)

[bellaswan87]

won the golden onion today and almost got hit by a car at school

[xcatox]

rewatching twilight and as someone who's lived in washington for over a decade, the most realistic part of it is that no one uses umbrellas and hardly ever rain coats when it rains.

i know people who associate using an umbrella as weak lol

also Charlie is the best character

[immortalseaqueen]

I mean only happened twice, but yeah.

[whendawn]

Forks

[afairycreature]

[lionsdontbite]

I love you, I'm sorry.

Charlie She wore her hair down, and she hid behind it. I guessed she were no more sure about this than I was. When I first heard she'd be living with me I panicked. She's a teenager. Last time I saw my daughter she was rosy cheeked and blonde. But now, she's not my little Isabella anymore. She's Bella. Her own person. I wondered if she still liked the same things as when she was small. Purple. She always loved purple. I recalled the small blonde girl twirling in purple frocks and delicate hair clips messily placed in her wispy brown hair. No purple lay on her clothing today. Her hair placed carefully on her shoulders was hardly affected by the head rest behind her. I recalled the bedroom I'd made up for her. Paintings she'd made in kindergarten and string lights which she used to say looked like stars. The bed spread, it was purple. Would she notice? Would she care? Did she no longer like the color? I felt so helpless. I hardly know my own daughter. If only she could see how much I love her. I'm trying Bella, I'm trying.

[crlaevee]

[cece693]

Hi there! Could you write something about jasper and a hippie partner? Reader was transformed in the late 60s, early 70s and is free spirited and playful, maybe always making fun and joking around about him being an old military, calling him "major" in a teasing tone and rolling eyes when Jasper acts too proper (my headcanon is that Jasper was a traitor of the south, he was a confederate major and all but the reason why he is so proud of it is because he was actually helping the north. It's the only way that backstory makes sense for the the freaking empath of the family) . Or openly talking about how he went to festivals like Woodstock and had fun in every way possible, dancing in the rain, having sex and doing drugs to Carlisle and Esme's ( and Edward's) not so slight horror

Flower Child and The Major

pairing: jasper whitlock x male reader tags: comedic elements, Emmett is a bro, Edward needs to let loose, do you feel how much I love this request, Esme is supportive because she's a goat, carlisle not so much

You stretched leisurely, lounging across the couch with your feet carelessly kicked over the armrest, humming "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane. Your vibrant floral-patterned shirt hung open, revealing a swirl of beads and necklaces glittering against your chest. "Hey, did I ever tell you guys about that one time at Woodstock?" you began casually, eyes sparkling with mischief as Edward visibly tensed from his seat at the piano.

Edward groaned deeply, dropping his head into his hands. "Repeatedly. Honestly, Y/N, I could live without knowing exactly how many illegal substances you consumed—or people you were involved with."

"Oh, lighten up, Eddie," Emmett chuckled from the armchair, tossing a throw pillow at Edward’s head. "I love these stories. It’s like history class—but actually interesting."

Carlisle, standing gracefully near the fireplace, cast Emmett a mildly disapproving look. "Perhaps some of Y/N’s tales could remain private?"

Esme merely chuckled softly from beside him, fondly shaking her head. "I’ve long given up on censoring him. He’s a free spirit."

"See? Mama Bear gets it," you said smugly, blowing Esme an exaggerated kiss, making her laugh quietly into her palm.

Edward huffed irritably, shooting Emmett a glare. "Do you always have to encourage him?"

"Of course!" Emmett grinned, folding his arms behind his head, utterly unrepentant. "If he stops telling stories, how will I find out if Hendrix was really as talented off-stage?"

Edward gagged theatrically. "Please. Spare me."

On cue, Jasper entered the room, immediately sensing the whirlpool of chaotic emotions and visibly hesitating at the threshold. His golden eyes settled on you, a perfect blend of affection and well-practiced irritation.

"Ah! Major Whitlock!" you declared dramatically, springing upright and giving him a mock salute. "Reporting for duty, sir! Awaiting today's lesson in etiquette and how to properly starch one's uniform!"

Jasper exhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "Must you always?"

"Always," you confirmed brightly, crossing the room with exaggerated, swaying steps before halting directly before him. You looped your fingers casually through his belt loops, tugging him closer. "Come on, Major, you know you secretly love when I tease you."

A faint smile tugged at Jasper’s lips, betraying him completely. "I wouldn't exactly call it love."

Edward sighed loudly, rolling his eyes. "He would. Trust me."

You smirked victoriously at Edward before turning your attention back to Jasper, leaning in conspiratorially. "Besides, we all know your big secret now."

Jasper’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, a slight smirk on his lips. "Which one is that, darlin'?"

"Oh, please," Emmett scoffed loudly. "Like there's more than one secret worth talking about?"

"You know," you drawled teasingly, "the one where our fearsome Confederate major was actually a double-agent working for the North. It explains a lot, actually—no way someone as emotionally sensitive as you could stomach working for those Southern losers."

Jasper’s expression softened despite his attempts at maintaining a stern façade. "It was purely strategic."

"Sure, Major Softie," you teased, sliding your arms around his neck and gently playing with his blonde curls. "I bet you were the cutest little spy."

"Hardly ‘cute,’" Jasper argued mildly, but his hands automatically settled possessively on your hips, clearly betraying his words.

Edward rubbed his temples, groaning. "Must you two flirt so openly? It’s exhausting."

"Almost as exhausting as Y/N’s Woodstock saga," Carlisle mused with a slight twitch of his lips.

You laughed aloud, squeezing Jasper gently. "I still haven’t finished that story, actually—did you guys know I had exactly twenty-seven different partners at Woodstock? And that’s just counting the ones I clearly remember. Those orgies got a little heated, especially when Hendrix—"

"Y/N!" Edward practically shrieked, covering his ears. "Have mercy!"

Emmett, meanwhile, erupted into hysterical laughter, banging his fist against the armchair. "Holy shit! I was joking about Hendrix—but now I’m invested. Spill!"

Carlisle pressed two fingers delicately to his temple, taking a deep breath. "Y/N, while your openness is admirable—"

Esme patted his arm gently, trying not to laugh. "I'm not sure admirable is quite the right word, dear."

"Perhaps certain details could be left to the imagination?" Carlisle finished, ever diplomatic.

You pouted playfully, leaning dramatically against Jasper. "See what I have to deal with, Major? They don’t appreciate my historical accuracy."

Jasper chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead with resigned affection. "Truly tragic, darlin'. How will the family survive without vivid recollections of your youthful escapades?"

"Thank you," Edward groaned sarcastically. "At least one person understands."

You tilted your head up at Jasper mischievously, eyes glinting. "So, Major, wanna go frolic barefoot under the stars and scandalize these repressed individuals some more?"

Jasper shook his head slowly, but the smile he gave you was undeniably warm. "I'm fairly certain you've scandalized them enough already."

"Impossible," Emmett scoffed, now lounging upside-down in his chair. "I'm practically scandal-proof."

"Challenge accepted," you laughed, tugging Jasper gently toward the door. "Later, folks!"

Edward sighed deeply, mumbling into his palms. "Finally, some peace."

Emmett snorted, throwing a cushion at Edward again. "Dude, peace left the room the second Y/N walked in."

You smiled wickedly, guiding Jasper outside into the cool night air. Once the door shut behind you, Jasper visibly relaxed, his shoulders loosening. "You truly live to torment Edward, don't you?" he asked softly, amusement in his voice.

"Edward makes it too easy," you shrugged playfully, pulling Jasper close beneath the starry sky. "Besides, admit it, Major—you love my wild stories."

Jasper hummed quietly, gently pressing your foreheads together. "They are somewhat charming, despite my better judgment."

You grinned triumphantly, tugging him toward the tree line. "Come on, soldier-boy. Let's scandalize the forest wildlife. I'll tell you all about Janis Joplin and the marshmallow incident."

Jasper let out a rare, genuine laugh, fingers intertwining gently with yours as he let you lead him deeper into the woods. "You’re impossible," he murmured fondly.

"Maybe," you conceded cheerfully, squeezing his hand. "But I'm your impossible hippie, Major."

"That," Jasper agreed quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, "is something I will never deny."

[xsolaresx]

edward cullen.: sticky

pairings: edward cullen x fem! reader

summary: when Edward gets too sticky his brothers tease him, but you'll always be there to calm him down.

warnings: fluff!

word count.: 1,2k

author @xsolaresx 

notes: English is not my first language, so there may be some grammatical errors.

ps.: if you want to translate any of my work, please send me a message and we'll talk about it.

When the break time bell rang, some euphoric teenagers came running out of the class, pushing me. Edward, who was at the door waiting for me, saw the situation and subtly stretched out his foot, causing one of the boys to trip and fall. Laughter filled the corridor as we left.

“It's ugly to make others fall, Mr. Cullen,” I said, walking ahead of him towards my locker. 

“Come on, he deserved it. And I was just protecting my beautiful lady from these troublemakers,” I said in a pompous voice, emphasizing the beautiful lady. 

“Oh Mr. Cullen, it's a good thing you arrived just in time and saved me from the clutches of these thugs, like the knight you are,” I said dramatically, leaning against my closet with my hand on my forehead. Edward just laughed. 

“That's proof that I'll always be by your side,” he said, leaning against the cupboard next to me as he ran his hand through a lock of hair that insisted on falling in my face. 

I just laughed at the statement, putting the combination into the lock on the cupboard and opening it. 

“Like I'm going to need all this protection while I'm studying, or when I'm talking to the principal”

“The books could fall on your foot, or cut you, plus the principal could make you cry.” you just shook your head in denial, replacing the books in the locker with those in your backpack. 

“She was just congratulating me on my high marks, Edward, she wasn't going to kick me out of school so you could look like that scary face in the glass door,” you said, making the vampire just shrug. 

“You never know,” he said confidently. 

“You know, I think you've been a little too needy these days.”

“I'm not needy.” 

“Yes, you are, Edward. You've been following me everywhere lately, you've been giving me presents for no reason and you're always clinging to me, asking me to read to you while I fondle that tuft of hair.” I said, closing the cupboard and staring at him. 

“I'm not that sticky, I just like being with you, and I don't even have a forelock anymore,” he said sheepishly as he ran his hand through his hair.

I laughed at his pout as I started walking to the cafeteria, watching him follow me. 

“All right, I'll pretend nothing's happening, now let's eat... I mean, let's go because I want to eat.”

We walked to the cafeteria full of teenagers talking loudly while laughing like hyenas. I saw the Cullen's table in the corner and waved to Alice who was already looking at the cafeteria door. I pull Edward against his will and we sit down at the table

“We could go somewhere more private,” he says in my ear. 

“What for? You're not going to drop those pants until the priest says you can kiss the bride.” Emmett, who was listening, gave his opinion, making both Y/N and the rest of the table laugh at Edward's taxed face. 

Edward just stared at his brother, but the glorious sound of Y/N's laughter caught his attention. He didn't need Jasper's gift to know how she felt so comfortable with them, even though they all needed to suck the blood of poor souls to survive. 

He never had enough will or argument to counter Emmett's jokes, but at that moment, while Y/N was still laughing, he felt an absurd courage surge through his body, just to hear and see his beloved's glorious smile. 

“At least I know she'll love me for who I am and not for what I carry in my pants,” he said confidently, slipping an arm over Y/N's shoulder. Everyone was silent for a few seconds, trying to understand, until a giggle escaped Rosalie's lips. 

It only took a second for Y/N to understand that Edward was talking about some thought Rose had when she first met Emmett. She laughed at the big vampire's confused face. 

“‘Little bear’!” he exclaimed 

“Sorry, love. It was a very vague thought I had at the time,” said Rosalie, hugging Emmett. 

“That was low, Edward,” I said after I had stopped laughing. He smiled mischievously at his brother from across the table, regretting it the moment he heard his thoughts 'Since that's the way it is, hair licked'.

“Is it just me, or do you also think that Y/N should have a first time with someone more experienced than Edward? You know, just so she can be sure she really wants to be with him forever?” she said, looking at Rose and her brothers, Jasper just nodded in agreement, Alice, who had been quiet from the start, said:

“I think it's wise for Y/N to be sure of how she should be treated in bed before she can't get out of this hole” her cheeks began to take on a pink tinge as everyone agreed with Alice. Edward shifted uncomfortably in his chair. 

“You know, Y/N, if you want, I can give you a demonstration of what it's like to have your desires satisfied,” added Rose, as her cheeks turned redder and a disconcerting laugh came out of her mouth. 

“I-I...” 

“If you carry on like this, you're sure to regret it,” Ed interrupted. 

“Oh, you don't have to be jealous, little Ed," said Jasper, smiling sideways. Everyone laughed harder, making Edward sulk more than he already was. 

“Okay, you can stop that now,” you said, turning to your boyfriend, "I love you, Edward, and I'll wait for you for as many years as you need to." The statement only caused more laughter to erupt from the vampires.  

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Later that day, when the sulky vampire was dropping Y/N off at her house, he took her by the arm before she got out of the car.

“I know my brothers might just be joking, but I really want to treat you like a lady, I want to take you on as many dates as I can, bring you flowers and ask your father's permission before I put a ring on your finger. It may sound a bit old-fashioned and out of date, but back in my day many people would fall for it, I... I just...” he said quickly and gestured all over the place.

“Hey, hey, it's okay.” I took his hands in mine and began to caress them. “I understand, and I love the way you are, every part of it and why you do it. And I'd never trade it for anything, like I said before, I'll wait for you, and when we get married it'll be the best day of my life, because it'll mean we'll be together forever. I just don't know about you asking my dad's permission, Charlie loves showing off that rifle of his.” I finished laughing, bringing a smile to his face. 

“I may be being a bit sticky, I admit, but it's only because I love you, and...” he pulled a string from his trouser pocket. "I like seeing your smile" he said, handing me the delicate silver necklace with a heart-shaped diamond pendant.  

“I loved it Edward” a silly smile adorned my face. “You know, I don't think it's a problem if you lie down with me while I read, but just for a little while.”

He got out of the car running, using his vampire-like speed, and picked her up and drove her as fast as he could into the house, eliciting laughter from her. 

[twilightpix]

[acinematicworld]

☾・┊ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 ┊・☽

1/? - twilight (2008)

[bellaswan87]