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soulofapatrick · 4 months ago

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In His Embrace - Jasper Hale x Female reader

Summary: Jasper finally gives into his want for you

Warnings: Smut; P in V; Fluff; bruising

Words: 3.4K

Notes: Sorry if it’s rushed and choppy - its been a while

Y/N's POV

The low hum of the TV fills the room, some old Western I put on to tease Jasper playing in the background. Muted gunfire crackles through the speakers, but my mind registers none of it. The only sound I hear—the only thing I feel—is the weight of Jasper’s gaze on me.

It’s subtle at first, a quiet pull, the kind of thing that creeps in slowly, like a shift in the air before a storm. But once I notice it, it’s impossible to ignore. Heat rises along the back of my neck, a slow and deliberate kind of warmth that spreads through me like liquid fire. My pulse flutters, reacting to something unspoken, something thick and heavy that lingers between us in the stillness of his bedroom.

I try my hardest to focus on the screen, but my body betrays me. My breath comes in quicker now, my skin tingling with an awareness I can’t shake and there’s the beginning of that familiar ache between my legs that Jasper still runs from. I will it to go, not wanting whatever is happening to stop.

And then I make the mistake of turning my head.

Jasper is waiting.

His golden eyes are darker than usual, soldering beneath the dim light, his expression unreadable yet impossibly intense. He’s stretched out behind me, propped against the pillows, his body relaxed but his presence anything but. His lips parting slightly, just enough for me to catch the faintest inhale, like he’s breathing just for the sake of drinking in the scent of my anticipation.

Something in my tightens and I clench my thighs together,

Before I can react, his fingers are on me—just the lightest of touches, grazing along my jaw, his knuckles trailing down to the delicate line of my throat. A shiver runs through me, my breath catching as he hooks a single finger beneath my chin.

I barely have a second to think before he tilts my head towards him and claims my most with his own.

The kiss is slow at first, teasing, his lips brushing against mine like a whisper of a promise. But then I sigh into him—melt into him—and something shifts. Jasper exhales sharply, like he’d have been holding his breath if he needed to, and then his mouth crashes into mine with a hunger that steal the air from my lungs.

His icy hands are on me now—one tangling in my hair, the other pressing against my hip, anchoring me to him. The weight of his body shifts as he leans over me, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping along my lower lip before sipping past my parted mouth.

A low, helpless sound escapes me, and Jasper groans in response—a deep, rumbling noise that vibrates against my skin, making my pulse stutter. His grip tightens, his fingers flexing against my waist as he shifts his weight, rolling me beneath him in one fluid motion.

I gasp, my back pressing into the mattress, but he doesn’t give me a second to recover. His mouth is everywhere—tracing the curve of my jaw, down the slope of my neck, pausing at my pulse point.

He stills.

I can feel the hesitation in his body, the war waging just beneath the surface. His lips hover, barely a breath away from my skin, and for the briefest moment, I wonder if he’s about to pull back. A soft whimper catching my throat.

But then his mouth presses there, at that delicate, vulnerable place, and he lingers.

A slow, measured kiss. Then another.

His lips linger against my throat, a slow drag of cool breath across overheated skin, and a soft whimper catches in my throat.

Jasper stills again.

For a heartbeat, I think he’s going to pull away completely, retreat into the self-imposed restraint that’s kept us hovering at the edge of this moment for far too long. But instead, he only shifts back slightly, just enough to see my face.

His golden eyes are molten now, darkened by something that has nothing to do with thirst and everything to do with the way I feel beneath him. His expression is unreadable, but his body betrays him—the faintest tremor in his hands where they grip my waist, the shallow rise and fall of his chest as he takes another steadying breath.

I reach up slowly, running my fingers through his golden curls, feeling the softness of them as they slip between my fingers. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, like he’s savouring the touch, and when they open again, there’s something raw in his gaze.

I let my hands drift lower, tracing the firm lines of his shoulders, feeling the strength coiled just beneath his skin. His muscles shift under my fingertips, tensing when my fingers ghost over the first button of his shirt.

I hesitate—just for a second, waiting, giving him the chance to stop me.

He doesn’t.

Instead, Jasper exhales softly, the faintest nod of permission, and I push the button through its hole.

Then another.

And another.

I take my time, revelling in the slow reveal of smooth, pale skin beneath my fingertips. He’s all hard lines and sculpted perfection, like something carved from marble—impossibly smooth, yet impossibly strong. My hands glide over the firm ridges of his chest, the faintest indentations of old scars marring the otherwise flawless expanse.

Jasper shudders at my touch.

Not from cold. Not from hesitation.

From want.

A thrill rushes through me at the realisation, heat coiling low in my stomach. My hands splay across his bare torso, feeling every ripple of his muscles beneath my touch as I slide them lower, over the defined lines of his abdomen, the sharp dip of his hips.

I shift beneath him, my leg hooking over his thigh, pulling him down against me.

Jasper gasps.

The sound is quiet, almost involuntary, but I feel it—the sharp inhale against my lips, the way his entire body tenses the moment my hips press flush against his.

He drops his forehead to mine, his breath coming faster now, uneven. Shaken.

"You have no idea," he murmurs, voice rough, strained, "how long I've wanted this."

My fingers tighten in his hair, pulling just enough to make his breath hitch. I tilt my chin, letting my lips brush against his in the lightest of teasing touches before whispering—

"Then stop holding back."

And just like that, Jasper breaks.

He crashes into me, his mouth searing, desperate, any last remnants of restraint burning away in the fire we’ve ignited between us.

Jasper's hands work with deliberate care, his fingers trailing down the fabric of my shirt as he tugs it over my head. I shiver as the cool air meets my bare skin, and he stills.

For a long, breathless moment, he just looks.

His golden eyes darken, his jaw tightening as a quiet, reverent groan escapes him. "Damn." The word is rough, almost guttural, and I barely have time to register the raw appreciation in his gaze before his hands return—featherlight at first, tracing the curve of my waist, the swell of my ribs, before he grips me with something closer to desperation.

His mouth is on me again, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, down the center of my chest, worshiping every inch of bare skin he can reach. My head falls back against the pillows, my fingers tangling in his curls, tugging just enough to make him growl.

The sound sends a sharp thrill straight through me.

Then I feel it—his hands at the waistband of my jeans, fingers slipping beneath the fabric, teasing, waiting.

A shiver of anticipation rolls down my spine as I reach between us, my fingers seeking the metal button of his jeans.

I fumble.

A quiet, frustrated whimper leaves my lips when I struggle with the button, my hands trembling too much to work the damn thing free. Jasper lets out a breathy chuckle against my skin, the vibrations sending a delicious shudder through me.

"Need some help, darlin'?" His voice is thick with amusement, but there’s something else beneath it, something dangerous.

I shake my head, determined, my fingers working the button again, and finally, finally, it gives.

Jasper exhales sharply as I push the denim open, my hand skimming lower, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen beneath my palm. His entire body tenses, like he's barely holding himself together, and when I drag my nails lightly down his stomach, his breath hitches.

Jasper moves faster than I can process, his body shifting, pressing me deeper into the mattress as his mouth crashes against mine. There’s nothing hesitant about him anymore—only hunger, only the weight of his hands gripping my hips, his body caging me beneath him, every inch of him solid, unyielding.

The last of our clothing disappears in a blur of movement—denim sliding down my legs, his jeans hitting the floor with a quiet thud, leaving us bare, nothing between us but heat and want and the raw, electric tension that has been building for far too long.

And then I feel him.

Hard, heavy, pressing hot against the softness of my thigh. A strangled sound escapes my throat at the sheer intensity of it—the anticipation, the promise of what’s coming. My fingers grip his biceps, tracing the sculpted lines of muscle beneath skin that feels impossibly smooth, impossibly perfect. He shudders under my touch, his control fraying at the edges.

Jasper hovers over me, breath uneven, his golden eyes now dark—nearly black—with unrestrained want. His forehead rests against mine, his body trembling, but it’s not from fear. It’s something deeper, something almost reverent.

"Tell me to stop," he breathes, the words choked with barely controlled restraint. "Please."

I meet his eyes, seeing the plea in them. But I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want anything to stop. I pull him closer, guiding his hips so that his hardness presses into me, and I gasp at the feeling, the coolness of his body against mine only adding to the heat of our connection. I feel his breath catch as he shifts, his golden eyes dark with something untameable, something desperate.

"I don't want you to stop," I manage, my voice a whisper of need.

Jasper’s eyes flicker with something deep, something ancient, as he slides into me. Slowly, deliberately, his cool body easing into mine, stretching me in the most exquisite way. I bite my lip, stifling a gasp, and he immediately shifts, his hand coming up to cradle my face as he looks into my eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort, any hesitation.

His lips kiss my forehead gently, his hands soothing circles on my wrists as he fills me completely, the overwhelming sensation of him both foreign and familiar all at once. I breathe out slowly, letting my body adjust to the fullness of him. He doesn’t move yet, doesn’t rush. His eyes never leave mine, and in the silence that settles between us, I feel him. All of him. His control slipping as the deep bond between us builds, as he becomes attuned to every single beat of my heart, every flutter of my breath, reading my emotions with an intimacy that only he can.

And when he moves, when he pulls back slightly before thrusting into me again, I gasp—each movement deliberate, slow, measured, and full of reverence. He’s in no rush, and neither am I. Each stroke, each shift, is a promise. A promise of safety, of trust, of connection. He moves in a rhythm that makes me feel cherished and desired in ways that I never thought possible.

I feel my body move with his, and there’s a gentle push-pull between us, as if we are dancing—each movement perfectly timed, each touch an extension of something deeper. The bed beneath us groans, and I laugh softly against his lips. His grip tightens, his muscles flexing under the strain, and with a soft crack, the bed gives way beneath us, collapsing onto the floor.

Jasper pulls back slightly, and for the briefest moment, he looks panicked, searching for anywhere I’m hurt but instead I’m tangling a hand into those delicious curls and tugging his lips back to mine, needing him to move again and being oh so close. The duel action of yanking his hair and slamming my lips to him has him letting out a growl that has me wrapping my legs around the vampire’s waist.

“Jazz,” I whine against his lips and his blunt nails dig into my waist, so hard I know I’ll handprint bruises for at least a week and that thought alone has me throwing my head back in a silent scream of bliss. Jasper slams into me hard, forcing my body up what’s left of me the bed more, his whole body shaking as he tries to keep control. He’s so close, I can feel him pulsing inside me so I squeeze myself and let all my emotions flow from me.

It has Jasper burying his face in my neck, fangs brushing my jugular as he lets out a growl, slamming himself inside me one last time before his hips jerk, his come filling me fuller than I ever thought possible. All I can do is lay there as his hips jerk in overstimulation and he slowly lets himself fall on top of me, my hands brushing through those soft curls as I try to catch my breath.

We don’t move for a while, only when Jasper can begin to sense the ache in my bones beginning and he’s slowly easing himself onto his elbows, head lowered as he looks between us, watching as he eases himself from me, watching as my lips flutter with the sudden emptiness. “Fuck doll, you have no idea what you do to me.”

Jasper rises from what’s left of the bed, leaving me to lay there and watch as he moves around his room looking for things before he tells me to sit tight and with his vampire speed he’s gone, the sound of the bath running next door before he’s back.

Jasper rises slowly from the wreckage of the bed, the sound of wood creaking softly under his weight as he stands. I stay where I am, tangled in the sheets, propped up on one elbow as I watch him move around the room with an effortless grace, his golden eyes scanning the room like he's searching for something—though I know it’s just his way of regaining control. The rush of adrenaline and intensity is starting to settle, leaving behind a pleasant weight of fatigue, the ache of muscles that never quite had a chance to relax.

He pauses, his gaze flicking over to me as if making sure I'm still okay. Then, with a soft sigh, he moves toward the door, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sit tight. I'll be back in a second."

Before I can respond, he's gone, the sound of his feet barely registering as he disappears with a flash of vampire speed. The air in the room seems to thicken, and for a moment, I just lay there, the softness of the ruined bed beneath me and the warmth of his absence surrounding me like a comforting cloak. I hear the distant sound of running water from the bathroom next door, and I can’t help but smile softly, knowing exactly what he’s preparing for. I’m grateful for him, for his thoughtfulness.

Moments later, Jasper reappears, the door creaking open softly as he steps inside, his presence filling the space as he carries a small towel in his hand. His eyes meet mine immediately, flickering with tenderness. He moves toward the remnants of the bed, sitting down with a fluid motion beside me. The air feels thick with the aftermath of everything we’ve just shared—the unspoken emotions, the tenderness that still lingers between us like an invisible thread that binds us even closer.

"Let me help you up," he says softly, his voice full of care as he reaches out, his cool fingers grazing my skin as he helps me sit up. I wince slightly, feeling the residual ache of our intense connection settling into my body, but it’s a good kind of pain—one that reminds me of everything we just shared. I lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body as he wraps his arm around my shoulders, supporting me as I rest against him.

The bed is barely intact, but I feel safe with him, held close in the quiet aftermath of everything. His cold skin against mine is oddly comforting, and I close my eyes, letting the quiet settle around us.

"Are you alright?" Jasper murmurs, his voice low, full of concern as his hand gently strokes the back of my neck, his fingers soft against my skin. His touch is soothing, and I find myself relaxing into him, the slight ache in my body still there but fading slowly under his care.

"I’m fine," I whisper back, my voice heavy with a weariness that I can’t quite shake off. "Just... a little tired, that’s all."

He nods softly, pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head before pulling me closer. I rest my head against his shoulder, feeling his cool, steady presence surrounding me, grounding me in this space between us. There’s something so calming in his stillness, in the way he holds me with such reverence, as if I’m something precious, something he can’t bear to lose.

"I love you," he says after a beat, his voice soft but filled with conviction. His hand traces small circles on my shoulder as he continues, "I love the way you make me feel—like I’m human again, even if I’m not. I love the way you laugh, the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. The way you trust me…"

I shift slightly, looking up at him as he speaks, feeling a flutter of emotion in my chest. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, the world outside of us fades. There’s only him, only the truth of his words sinking into me like a promise.

"I love the way you make me want to be better," he continues, his voice almost a whisper. "You make me want to be the man I always wished I could be. You make me feel like I'm worthy of this—worthy of you."

His words are soft, but they hit me in a way that feels like a deep exhale, like the release of something I didn’t realise I was holding onto. He’s always been good at hiding his emotions, but in this moment, there’s nothing left for him to hide. His love for me is as clear as the stars in the sky, and it makes me feel small and cherished at the same time.

"Jasper…" My voice is barely a breath, my words fading against his skin as I sigh softly, feeling the weight of his love wash over me.

"I love you more than you know," he murmurs, pressing another gentle kiss to my forehead. "More than I ever thought possible."

The silence that follows is filled with the warmth of his presence, the rhythmic sound of the bath running next door, and the steady beat of his breath—though it’s not his heartbeat that reassures me, it’s the steady pulse of his love, the promise in every word he’s spoken. I close my eyes, the exhaustion from everything we’ve shared pulling me deeper into his embrace.

"Rest now," he whispers, his voice a lullaby. "We’ll take the bath together in a minute, but for now… just stay with me."

I nod, allowing myself to sink further into him, the weight of sleep beginning to settle in, the fatigue of our night finally catching up to me. His arms tighten around me, holding me close as I rest my head on his shoulder, my breath evening out in the calm of the moment.

The gentle hum of the water running next door, combined with the softness of his touch, lulls me into a peaceful sleep. The last thing I remember before drifting off is the feel of Jasper's cool skin against mine, the sound of his voice telling me how much he loves me, and the overwhelming sense of being utterly, completely safe.

And in his arms, I know I’m exactly where I belong.

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ladysharmaa · 5 months ago

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Wild hearts

Jasper Hale x original character

Summary: When a new girl arrives at Forks, she seems to catch Jasper Hale's attention. However, he and his family are hiding a secret. What they don't know is that Evelyn has a secret of her own

Evelyn enjoyed the cold weather. Unlike many people living in Forks, the clouds covering the sun brought a sense of calm, as did the constant sound of rain falling aggressively on the ground. This was what she needed, something constant. After her busy, dangerous and somewhat traumatic life, she finally decided to escape and settle down somewhere. Forks seemed like the ideal place for her.

She managed to rent a small house with the money she had saved over time. The conditions were not the best, the floor creaked, the house was cold and some of the walls were cracked, but that house was hers. The first thing she had all to herself.

She was going to attend Forks High School, which was a 10-minute walk from her house, which was ideal since Evelyn didn't have a car. Although it was essential, she was a little afraid of driving, fearing she would get distracted on the road, so she decided to spend the money she had left on other things, such as warm clothes that she would certainly need in this Forks weather.

So, on the first day of school, Evelyn got up from her warm bed against her will, and hurried to get ready. She left the house and started her walk, taking the opportunity to observe the town and its inhabitants, who were also starting their mornings and heading to work.

Evelyn's body was shivering in the cold temperature and she was sure her lips were turning blue, even with all the layers of clothes she had. It was a big temperature change, since Evelyn had lived in warm places her whole life.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a police car start to slow down next to her. The owner rolled down the window and Eve could tell it was Chief Swan, who had already introduced himself to her when he saw her moving into her new house.

"Morning, Chief." She smiled despite the cold. "Beautiful day, right?"

"Evelyn, you're freezing! Get in, I'll give you a ride to school." the man offered, looking worriedly at the girl who had red cheeks and nose from the cold, and her lips were turning slightly blue.

Evelyn thought about declining the offer, not wanting to give Charlie any trouble, but her body was yearning to warm up. She got into the car, immediately sighing in relief when she realized the heater was on. "Thank you."

"You need to buy some warm clothes. Forks can be even colder than this." Charlie warned, making the rest of the way to school.

Eve frowned slightly, she didn't have much more money for that. And, anyway, the cold could be comforting, reminding her that she had managed to change the already set destiny of her life. "I have to check that out. Do you know of any place where they might be hiring people?"

Charlie glanced at the girl. So young and already worried about money. "I think the dinner I go to is looking for a waitress. I can talk to the owner for you."

"Thank you, Chief Swan. That would be very helpful!" she smiled. Charlie was surprised, even with Evelyn's seemingly difficult life, she always had a smile on her lips.

Arriving at Forks High School, Evelyn got out of the car with a wave to Charlie. Immediately, all the attention of the students was on Evelyn. It wasn't something new for the girl, she was more than used to people going into a kind of trance when they observed her beauty. Not wanting to show her discomfort, she walked to the entrance of the school with a sigh as people made way for her to enter. It was going to be a long day, she thought.

However, she didn't notice the group watching her from their cars. The Cullen family, with the exception of Alice and Jasper, were looking curiously at the new student.

"Looks like you have competition, babe." Emmett chuckled.

"Shut up, Emmett." His wife rolled her eyes, lightly slapping the vampire's arm. "Let's go inside before we're late."

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The classes went relatively well. She sat down in the first row next to Angela, a nice girl, although a little shy. Soon after, the rest of her group of friends rushed to meet her. Evelyn hadn't yet figured out if Jessica, Angela's friend, liked her, but she preferred not to think too much about it. Mike Newton and some other boys also rushed to talk to her, asking her several questions to the point of giving her a headache. Angela noticed how uncomfortable Evelyn was, despite everything, keeping a smile on her face, and looked away from the questioning. Evelyn thanked her with a relieved smile, and spent the rest of the morning glued to the brunette.

Finally, it was time for lunch. Evelyn sat at the table with the group of friends, remaining silent but nodding when she felt it was necessary, since she didn't know exactly what they were talking about. The cafeteria echoed with the sound of students talking excitedly, happy to finally have some time off from boring classes.

But suddenly, a silence fell over the room. Evelyn looked up from her food with a frown, trying to figure out what was happening. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a group of people entering. She glanced at them, but immediately noticed the common features between them: an almost inhuman beauty, pale skin and eyes of exactly the same color.

"Why are they all quiet?" the girl asked confused.

"Those are the Cullens." Jessica immediately informed, looking at them intensely. She had her chin resting on her hand, a sigh escaping her pink lips.

"And?" Evelyn rolled her eyes discreetly, returning her focus to her food. She wasn't going to stare at the Cullens like most people did these days, she knew what it was like to have unwanted attention and she wasn't going to do the same.

"First of all, they're all together, like together together."

"Hmm, I didn't know there was another kind of together." Evelyn hummed. The Cullens, already seated at the table, chuckled slightly at the girl's disinterest in hearing Jessica tell her everything she knew about their lives.

"Who is she?" Jasper found himself asking unconsciously, his gaze locked on the girl who nodded along with everything Jessica said sarcastically. Her dark blonde hair fell in waves down her back, and her blue eyes met his amber ones for a mere second. But that moment was all it took for him to realize who she was.

"I don't believe it." Edward shook his head, having read his brother's thoughts.

"What is it?" Rose asked impatiently.

"She's Jasper's mate." Edward blurted out, ignoring the glare Jasper immediately sent him. "But it's weird, I can't hear her thoughts. It's like a constant static that prevents me from hearing what she's thinking." He continued, clearly frustrated.

"And her blood, focus!" Alice exclaimed with a smile. She grabbed her blonde best friend's arm. "Jasper, her blood! It's not tempting, she just smells good. It's kind of calming."

Now that Alice had spoken, the rest of the vampires tried to focus solely on the girl, ignoring the smell of blood from the other students. They all looked at each other in shock.

"It's true." Jasper muttered in shock. It was impossible not to have a smile form on his lips. "I don't feel the need to drink her blood. And now, I don't even care about the others anymore."

"Awe, this is so cute! I'm so happy! What a shame I didn't see her appear in my visions." Alice frowned, but smiled when Lucas, her boyfriend, put his arm around her shoulders.

"Look at you, brother." Lucas teased Jasper. "In a matter of seconds she already won your heart."

"How is this possible? We have to tell Carlisle." Rosalie said immediately. But deep down, she was relieved that Jasper had finally found his mate. He had been alone for too long. And the fact that her scent didn't affect vampires could mean that her family wouldn't be in danger.

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The rest of the week went well. Everytime Charlie saw her walking to the school, he offered her a ride. And on one of those occasions, he had told her that if she wanted the job, it was hers. So the next day she went to dinner at The Carver Café to find out when she could start. Luckily, the waitress there, Molly, was very helpful and explained everything to Evelyn. Now, she would have to go there some days after school and some weekends too.

The girl also became closer to Angela and even Jessica, who after getting over the brief feeling of envy she felt towards Evelyn, was a pleasant person to talk to.

But the Cullens were acting strange. Evelyn noticed the looks they gave her during the day, despite trying to be discreet. But Evelyn had been trained her whole life to notice the smallest details, and that didn't go unnoticed. Nor did their unusual ways of acting, and Evelyn felt like she knew what they were. However, she didn't want to get involved in other people's secrets, because she was also protecting one. On top of that, she didn't know if she could trust them. Although she felt a strange connection to the blond boy, whose name she remembered was Jasper.

She was closing the her locker, after taking out all the books she needed for her boring English class, when she dropped one. But before she could catch it, a pale hand was already there.

Evelyn looked up, finding Alice Cullen in front of her, as well as Lucas, who stood behind her like a bodyguard.

"Hi, Evie! Can I call you that?" When the dark blonde nodded, the brunette continued. "Great! Oh, I'm Alice and this is my boyfriend Lucas."

"It's nice to meet you both." Evelyn smiled, her cheeks turning slightly pink. A boy, with his group of friends, who was passing by them almost tripped over his own feet when he saw the girl's breathtaking smile.

However, the boys hurried to leave when they saw Lucas's deadly look, as well as Jasper's, who was pretending to go to his locker just a few meters away from Evelyn and his siblings.

"Well, thanks for the help." Evelyn turned her attention back to the conversation they were having, embarrassed that the Cullens had seen that.

"No problem at all! What class are you having now?"

"Hmm, I have English. Actually, I have to get going, you know she doesn't like it when someone arrives late and I don't want to be on the receiving end of her anger." Eve chuckled.

"Wait!" Alice exclaimed. Lucas didn't even try to hide his smirk, already knowing what his hyperactive girlfriend was going to do. "Jasper has that class now too. You guys can go together! Where is he? Oh, there he is!" she said when she saw him right behind them, making a hand signal for him to come closer. She winked at him.

"Oh, no need, don't worry." Evelyn tried to get away from the situation. Quite honestly, she still hadn't figured out why she felt that way about Jasper, who she didn't even know from anywhere. Besides, she didn't want an awkward silence to form while they walked to class.

"Nonsense, you both go to the same class, you can walk together! See you later!"

"Shall we, darling?" Jasper asked as soon as the couple left. Evelyn thought she might faint at the sound of the blond's accent. She looked down, hoping her hair would hide her slightly red face at the nickname.

"Sure, lead the way."

"So, are you enjoying Forks?" the vampire tried to start a conversation. His brain was about to short-circuit, his mate was so close to him. He could feel her emotions, and her vanilla scent was like a drug to him, in the best possible way.

"I've been really enjoying it actually. I'm living with Chief Swan, and he's been really nice to me. And contrary to what most people might believe, I do enjoy this weather."

"A nice change around here I see. Most people are hoping for a sunny day." Jasper said, a little disappointed that they were getting to class. He wanted more time to talk to her.

"Have you and your family been here long?" she asked after thanking him when Jasper opened the door for her and let her in first. Thankfully, the teacher wasn't there yet.

"We moved in about a year ago. My dad's a doctor at the hospital."

"Your dad seems to be a great person." Evelyn looked around, seeing Angela sitting alone at the table, staring in shock at Evelyn and Jasper. "My friend is over there, I'll sit with her if you don't mind."

"Of course." he nodded.

"Thank you for walking with me. It was nice meeting you." she smiled, receiving one back.

As soon as she sat down next to Angela, she was bombarded with questions. She looked at the boy one last time, surprised when she realized that he had never stopped looking at her.

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sivyera · 2 years ago

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TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

ft. carlise, esme, emmet, rosalie, edward, jasper, alice, jacob, seth, leah, paul, charlie, bella

a/n: with songs to each character

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⤷ Carlisle Cullen - rich love

Carlisle is a very rich man which means he will spoil you a lot. Not only with expensive gifts but also with a lot of attention and affection.

Every time when he gets home from work, he welcomes you with a kiss and warm hug.

When he has a day off, he will cook with you (even tho he cannot eat it, it's just about the time he can spend with you) or you will lay on his lap with his hand stroking your hair and book in his other hand, reading to you.

Every Friday he will take you to a fancy restaurant and than for a slow walk around the nearest park.

On your birthday or on International Women's Day (or any other 'special' day) he will spoil you even more than on normal days. Expensive jewelry, perfumes, clothes, shoes,...

He will bring you flowers at least once every two weeks. And every July he will take you on vacation and you can choose where.

Lolita - Lana Del Rey

⤷ Esme Cullen - falling in love fast

Esme is such a kind soul so it's no surprise that you two fell in love with each other fast.

She will take you on a date every Saturday. Mostly coffee dates are her favourite. The two of you can talk for hours while drinking delicious coffee.

She will also enjoy baking with you (even tho she cannot eat/taste them)

She has many polaroids with you on them or with the both of you on them and has them hang in her closet or the small table beside her bed.

She loves when you paint her nails and massage her legs and she will always return the favor.

She loves sunny days but because she's a vampire and her skin sparkle on the sun, she cannot go out where people can see her, BUT she can go somewhere private like meadow or forest where you two can be alone and on the sun!

Sofia - Clairo

⤷ Emmett Cullen - he fell first and harder

Emmett was absolutely over the moon when you two started dating, because he knew from the start that you two are just meant to be.

He loves, loves, LOVES when you sit on his lap. He doesn't care if you are stroking his hair or doing make-up on him, he just want you in his lap, so he can embrace you with his big arms and muscular body.

He'll dance goofily around the bedroom with you to some catchy hip-hop songs he has found.

He loves cuddling with you especially when he can be the big spoon, because he likes how tiny you're compared to him.

Matching pyjamas and make polaroids in those pyjamas, which happens to be one of his favourite memory and polaroids.

He doesn't really like reading books but he always wants you to read to him, because he loves your voice.

She's Kinda Hot - 5 Seconds of Summer

⤷ Rosalie Cullen/Hale - you fell first but she fell harder

Rosalie has trust issues and trauma because of her past so she wouldn't fall in love easily nor fast, but trust me when she does fall in love; she loves hard.

She loves having spa day with you which includes face masks, painting nails, shared warm bath and much more.

She will take you to the mail shopping almost every day and will buy you everything you look at.

She doesn't like much PDA but she will hold your hand in public but if she gets jealous, she will show the person she's jealous off who you belong to.

She doesn't show it to others just you, but she loves cuddles. She loves when you lay next to her, face to face so she can see your beautiful face.

She's also very protective over you, so if any guy or a girl makes you feel uncomfortable (or unsafe), tell her and she will make sure they won't approach you ever again.

Prey - The Neighbourhood

⤷ Edward Cullen - first and only love

Edward waited so many years for you, but it was worth it because he finally got you.

He loves when you kiss his forehead even tho he has to lean down because of your height difference, it makes him feel safe. Still his favourite place to kiss you is on your lips.

Edward will write poets for you and about you on small piece of paper and then put them somewhere in your room where you will notice them like your closet or on your book, laptop, notebook, pillow,...and he will bring you your favorite flowers right after the previous ones he gave you have withered.

He will also write songs about you (or for you) and then play them to you on the piano. Which he absolutely loves because you sit right next to him and look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours full of love. Edward cannot read your mind but he can sure read your eyes, the small spark and the love in them when you look at him, he just loves it!

Loves cuddling with you, his favourite position is when you lay on his chest or when he's the big spoon, face to face or hugging you from behind.

He loves having deep talks with you and he'll tell you about his childhood or about the time he was born in.

Follow You - Imagine Dragons

⤷ Jasper Cullen/Hale - unconditional love

Jasper can be sometimes insecure just as much as Edward, they even have similar reasons... Jasper is afraid of him hurting you, he's afraid that he won't be able to control himself around you, but your words of affirmation and gently touch will calm him down.

Jasper doesn't talk much, he rather listens and he loves listens to you. It doesn't matter what you are talking about, he just loves your voice.

He will take you for a horse ride because he loved it back when he was a human and because he was a cowboy, but you two will have to share the horse because he wants your arms around him.

At first he was a bit scared of cuddling with you (again because of his control) but soon as your hand went to his hair, he melted. Both of you realized how touch starved he's so now cuddling is an everyday thing.

Jasper is a gentleman like Edward or Carlisle so he will also bring you flowers every even week.

He'll read to you to make you fall asleep, because his smooth voice is like a lullaby to you. But if Jasper feels that you are anxious, he will calm you down with his gift and than talk to you what made you anxious, eventually he will cuddle you.

R U Mine? - Artic Monkeys

⤷ Alice Cullen - any universe

Alice (because of her gift) always knew you were the one, her one and only true love. So when she first saw you, she couldn't help but babbling to her adoptive siblings all day how amazing you are and how she's already in love with you.

She'll go to the mail with you and make small fashion show with you in the cabins with all the cute outfits she found for you and you for her.

She's mostly the small spoon (sometimes she is the big spoon but depends on the situation) while cuddling because she loves when you hold her in your arms and stroke her back.

Outside, in front of other people, she will always hold your whole arm, not just palm.

If you have trouble falling asleep, she will gladly sing to you while stroking your hair.

She'll buy matching clothes, jewerly or nail polish, because she loves when you two match your outfits or other accesories.

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

⤷ Jacob Black - whatever it takes

Jacob is willing to do anything and everything for you, his imprint. He will kill for you, he will die for you, he will do just everything.

Jacob can be sometimes insecure because he isn't that rich like the Cullens and he thinks you deserve someone who will treat you like a queen, so once again he's willing to prove you that he's worthy of your love.

He'll make you a small wolf and your favourite flower out of wood and attached it into a bracelet, which he will eventually give you to your birthday.

He's also a big cuddle bug, because he's so warm will make you comfortable enough to fall asleep. He's most of the time the big spoon because he feels like he's protecting you but he doesn't mind to be the little spoon. Cuddling also leaves his scent on you so every vampire or shape-shifter (wolf) can smell who you belong to.

He'll take you on motorcycle rides. Also he will drop you at your school on his motorcycle and then he will pick you up. Also he'll let you ride on his back while he's in his wolf form.

Jacob doesn't like fancy restaurants, he prefers his or your bed with some snacks and movies, cuddling of course!

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

⤷ Seth Clearwater - love at first sight

Seth hoped that he will met his imprint someday and he heard from the others how amazing the feeling is to imprint on someone, but no one really prepared him to him because when he first saw you, your beauty hit him like a brick. And he finally understood the feeling because all he could see was you...

Seth will make sure you are always in a good mood with him, either he could tell you some stupid joke or cheesy pick-up line.

He maybe look like a cute baby but don't let his cute face fool you because he won't hesitate to kill for you, so it makes him really protective over you.

In his wolf form he's like a big puppy but only to you and he loves giving you piggy back rides in his wolf form.

Cuddling really depends on his mood; if he's in good mood he will be the little spoon with his head placed on your lap; if he's in a bad mood (mostly when he's jealous) he'll be the big spoon to show others that he can protect you.

He loves baking with you but he's clueless so he will just stand there and watch you or mix some ingredients, often sneaks up a kiss on the cheek while baking.

Dandelions - Ruth B.

⤷ Leah Clearwater - enemies to lovers

At first Leah hated the fact that she actually had a imprint, so she would try to stay away from you as much as possible and when she couldn't; she would have some nasty comments towards you, but it hurt her as hell when she saw how sad she made you or worst insecure.

She tried hard to stay away from you but she failed, miserably. She needed you, she needed to be with you, so she will explain everything to you same as she would apologize for her acting.

Very protective of you, anyone could just try and test her patience.

At first she wouldn't want you to be near her while she was in her wolf form because she was much bigger and stronger so she was afraid that she could hurt you, but she became a sucker for scratches behind her ear.

Seth will often tease his big sister because she's really soft when it comes to you, which makes Leah give Seth few playful slaps.

When it comes to cuddling, Leah is the big spoon because she has the urge to protect you and being the big spoon makes her feel like she's protecting you in you sleep.

Running With The Wolves - AURORA

⤷ Paul Lahote - rough love

With the term 'rough love' i mean that Paul is passionate lover and is willing to do anything for his imprint, you.

Paul isn't very patient when it comes to people but you are an exception. Still he's aggressive when someone push his buttons but you are always here to drag him away and calm him down.

Just a single touch and Paul's full attention is on you. Which brings me to the fact that he turns into a puppy when you touch him, your touch is just to comforting.

He's the big spoon because he feels like he protects you and it makes his scent stay on you.

He can get jealous very easily, he trusts you but he doesn't trusts the others and he doesn't want any boys or girls too close to his imprint.

Loves everything you cook or bake and will always eat everything.

Overprotective, if any vampire even dare to touch you, he'll kill him.

Little Freak - Harry Styles

⤷ Charlie Swan - old love

Charlie is old school but still a huge gentleman.

He will bring you flowers every time you had a bad day and some chocolates when you had a good day to make it even better.

He loves watching old movies or crime/detective movies with you, with his arm around your shoulder.

When he has day off, you two will go on a picnic date which always ends up with you laying on his chest while he's telling you some stories from work.

Every time you bring him a lunch into his police office, he will welcome you with a warm, thankful smile and thank you with a kiss on your cheek.

He will protect you even more than before, when he finds out that there are vampires and werewolfs (shape-shifters).

Burning Love - Elvis Presley

⤷ Bella Swan - teenage love

Bella will be awkward and nervous when she first spoke to you, because you were just too beautiful to be real. But to her surprise she made you fall in love with her which made her so, so happy.

First attempts of trying to cuddle with her or just show her simple romantic affection were awkward because she was just to nervous, eventually she will warm up and feel more comfortable.

She find our that you touch calms her anxiety and nervousness so whenever she's nervous or anxious she will just hold your hand and squeeze it gently.

Charlie was very happy that his daughter found someone like you, which made Bella even more happy when she saw how you, the love of her life and her father get along.

Often having sleepovers at her house when Charlie has night shifts, which always leads to matching face masks and cuddles.

Kisses on the cheek are her favourite, because she can easily turn and give you small peck on your cheek and visa versa.

Electric Love - BØRNS

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im-ovulating · 2 years ago

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Darling, I need some Dom!Jasper smut asap pls. 😉

(A/n: Order up!)

(A/n: Special thanks to @pawspurpaw for taking on the challenge of being my Twilight beta reader😘��)

Word Count: 3,200

Summary- Just another case of the swing dancing to fucking pipeline

Warnings: strangers to lovers/semi one night stand-ish, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, cream pie, kinda Major! Jasper

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Jasper Whitlock x Fem! Reader: Swing

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“What’s a lady like you doin’ all by herself, darlin’?” A smooth drawl comes from behind you, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You turn to look at your sudden companion.

Wavy blonde hair that stops just short of his jaw, strong eyebrows, thin lips quirked up on one side in a slight smirk. But the thing that catches your attention the most is his eyes - soft gold - almost glowing in the dim light of the bar.

He wears a white tee with dark-wash blue jeans and cowboy boots. Simple, but by god, attractive.

After taking a second to admire the man in front of you, you nod in answer towards your friend, still dancing with the guy who had swept her away almost an hour ago. She’s got a bright smile on her face as she sways against her companion, and it makes you smile as well. You had brought her out to forget about her lousy ex, and you have to say: you’re glad to see it's worked.

“Mission: Rebound was a success,” you verbally answer as well.

The stranger tilts his chin up in understanding.

“I’m sure she won’t mind if I steal you away for a couple of minutes, then?” He holds his hand out to you with a playful grin and a quirked eyebrow.

You can't help but return his smile. Sure, you're here to cheer her up, but who says you can't have some fun, too?

"I'm sure she won't~" you drawl back in an awful attempt at a texan accent. Placing your hand in his, you're shocked by the temperature difference between you.

Probably poor circulation, you think.

Brushing it off, you say, "Hope you don't mind the possibility of you getting stepped on."

He chuckles as he pulls you to the dance floor. "Not at all, Ma'am~"

He places a hand on your hip just as a new, higher energy song begins. "Just relax, I'll guide you- and I've been told I'm an excellent lead~"

And, boy, is he ever-

He twirls you around the floor, the hollow sound of the floor boards with each of your heeled foot falls joins that of the other patrons' steps, adding that much more to the country song blasting through the bar.

Letting your mind shut down and allowing your body to take over, you manage to avoid stomping on his boots and even throw in a couple impromtu hip sways and hair flips into the mix.

He swiftly dips you down, and you make upside down eye contact with your friend. She gives you a playful wink before being spun away herself.

He pulls you back up and into a twirl, holding your back against his chest before spinning you back out and under his arm.

You exchange a back and forth of steps, laughing as you back him up with a hand to the chest.

"Thought you said you couldn't dance, darlin?'" He smirks down at you as he pulls you into a side dip.

"Guess you are a good lead, after all~" you twirl into him before falling back into a fall through dip.

"That-" he says as his spins you out again. "-or you just sold yourself short, sweetheart."

"Maybe..."

The song ends with you held against him, hands pinned against his chest as he smiles down at you.

"The name's Jasper, Jasper Whitlock, darlin'." He releases you but keeps the proximity. "And what do I have the pleasure of callin' you?"

"You can call me yours if you keep saying "darling" like that." You can't help but laugh out.

Jasper shakes his head with a chuckle as you compose yourself.

"Y/n," you say. My name's Y/n L/n."

Jasper takes your hand and brings it up to press a kiss to your knuckles. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/n; it was an even greater pleasure to dance with you~"

Your cheeks burn as you stare into his golden eyes, almost enraptured.

Clearing your throat, you open your mouth to respond only for your friend to cut you off.

"Y/n!" You turn to see her latched onto her new guy friend. Her cheeks are flushed as she stifles a laugh at something he says. "I'm gonna go with Colt, I'll see you tomorrow."

It's then that she seems to notice the lack of space between you and Jasper.

"Or... not~" she smirks before starting to drag the guy - Colt - towards the exit. "Have funnnn~~"

You hear a snort and turn back to Jasper. "Sorry about her, she's... her." You chuckle.

"Not at all," he slings an arm over your shoulder, leading you off the dance floor as another song starts. "What do you say to getting out of here darlin'?"

"That's the best idea you've had all night," you tease.

You finally break apart as Jasper kicks the door shut behind him. His eyes are dark with lust as he stalks toward you, ever the predator hunting his prey.

Falling perfectly into your role, you start to back up slowly, making your way towards your living room.

In a couple of long strides, Jasper closes the distance between you, grabbing your jaw in his large hand. He forces you to watch as he slowly rakes his eyes down your figure.

You can feel your heart pick up as his free hand comes up to tease along the hem of your shirt.

"Take it off." His voice leaves no room for question as he drops his arms, moving to undo his belt buckle. His slender fingers distract you as they unclip the hunk of metal and start their work on his button and zipper.

He stops when he notices you not moving.

"Take it off, or I'll change my mind about shoving these inside you later." He flexes his hand for emphasis.

His threat has you snapping into action, sliding off your top, and kicking your shoes and pants off. Thank god you decided to wear your best set, you think as you stand in just your undergarments.

"Good girl, darlin'."

He finishes undoing his jeans and shucks them down just enough to free his length. Your eyes widen slightly as you take him in. Even at half mast, he's still insanely long and thick.

It makes your mouthwater.

As if reading your mind, Jasper gestures for you to come closer. You take the couple steps forward, hips swaying a bit as you do. Once directly in front of him, he speaks.

"On your knees. I want to see that pretty mouth of yours around my cock."

Swallowing in anticipation, you sink down until you're eye level with his crotch. Keeping eye contact, you reach up to stroke him, running your palm down his shaft and rubbing his tip into your palm.

A low rumble sounds from his chest as his eyes narrow.

Slowly, you lean forward to kitten lick at his slit before kissing your way down to his base.

"Don't -" You cut him off with a long lick back up to his tip.

"Don't what?" You smirk before pushing him fully into your mouth.

"Fuck..."

His eyes look almost black in this lighting as he stares down at you with lidded eyes.

As you pull back off, you press your tongue into a thick vein you feel on the underside of his girth. His hand shoots up to grip your hair at the feeling, pulling you off completely with the harse tug.

The sting pulls a moan from you as your eyes roll back.

Jasper's brow quirks up. "You like that?" He tugs harder, dragging yet another noise from you. "You like being roughed up, huh?"

He lines his cock back up with your mouth, smearing the spit-soaked tip across your bottom lip, before shoving back in. The sudden pressure in your throat makes you gag a bit, but you couldn't care less if it means he'll keep pulling your hair like that.

"I'll show you rough, darlin'."

His cock slams into the depths of your throat, uncaring as you gag around him.

Tears gather at the corner of your eyes from the treatment. Jaspers hand is still grpping your hair, keeping you from pulling off when he pushes in as much as he can, holding himself there for a second before fucking into your mouth again.

The grunts and strings of curses that leave his lips with each thrust makes your pussy clench. Slick gushes out to soak your panties as he lets out an almost feral growl.

"You fucking love this, dont you? Love being treated like a toy?"

A strangle moan claws its way up your throat at his words, the vibrations shooting up his cock making his head toss back with a loud 'Fuck!'

All of a sudden, he's pulling out of your mouth and practically tearing the rest of his clothes off. "Get on the couch."

You barely have time to get up before he is pulling you up and backing you up to said furniture. You briefly feel the fabric of it brush your calf before he grabs your thighs and pulls your legs from under you. You yelp as your back hits the cushion.

Jasper crawls on top of you, shoving your panties down to your ankles and shoving two fingers into your pulsing cunt before you can even bother voicing any complaint.

"Oh~" you breathe as he sinks his fingers into you. The wet slide of his digits is all you can focus on - oh fuck -

A noise just short of pornographic leaves you.

- especially when he curls his fingers like that.

You turn your head to bury it in the back of the couch as the heel of his hand brushes against your clit. The addicting friction making your hips buck as it rubs against you over and over.

"Look at you." Jasper shifts his hand to dig his thumb into your clit. "Falling apart on my fingers. Makes me wonder how you'll look once I have you on my cock."

Your pussy clenches. Whether it's at the thought or the delicious way his fingers keep brushing your cervix, you're not sure but you are sure that, right now, you'd give anything to properly fuck the man above you.

He already has you teetering dangerously close to climax from just his fingers, you're going to finding out what he can do with those hips if it's the last thing you do.

"I can feel you squeezin' my fingers, doll; are you that desperate for a cock?" Jasper dips down to press a harsh kiss to your lips.

"Been a while since you've been fucked right?" He trails down towards your neck, nose brushing across your jaw and skimming your neck as he breathes you in. He places a barely there peck to your collarbone before sitting back up.

His intense gaze mixes with the way his fingers curl just right and you're gone. One hand buries itself in your hair as you cry out while the other fists into the cushion.

"Jasper~" you moan, wave after wave of aftershock pulsing through you.

Jasper keeps working at you. Your vision dances with black spots as you ride out your orgasm , hips pushing up to meet his fingers with every curl.

Mind empty, all you can think about is getting this man's dick inside you. Discretion be damned at this point.

As the brain fog clears, his fingers start to slow before pulling out completely.

"Please," you gasp. "Please let me ride you~" Fuck being embarrassed.

The smile that he gives you is absolutely wolfish.

"Pretty girl wants to ride the cowboy? Well... Who am I to decline such a darlin' little lady?"

Before you can process his words, Jasper has you pulled up and manhandled into his lap.

He rests his arms across the back of the couch as he smirks down at you. "Ride away, sweetheart."

His legs spread, forcing your own apart and giving him the perfect view of his cock now resting against your stomach.

His stare has your thighs quivering as you lift up. You take his cock in your hands, lining him up before sinking back down. Your head drops forward as his thickness starts to stretch you out. Fucking finally.

"Atta girl, darlin'," he sighs out, head tilting back. With his neck on full display, you can't help but to lean forward and press a couple kisses up towards his ear.

"Let's see if you fuck as well as you dance~" You taunt, teeth nipping at his earlobe before you pull away.

You start to roll your hips against his, lifting up before grinding yourself back down.

"Careful." Jasper warns with a sharp thrust up. It makes your knees buckle, dropping you back onto him. His cock slams into you and forces a curse from your lips.

"Watch that mouth, sugar."

Huffing out a breath, you grip his shoulders before rocking your hips again.

You set a faster pace, practically slaming your body weight down again and again. Each ministration has your pussy clenching around him.

"Make me."

With those two words, you might as well have taped the box and shipped it yourself with how much you just sealed your fate.

Before you can blink, you're off his lap and on all fours. Jasper grips your hair, yanking your head back so he can whisper in your ear.

"Big mistake, darlin'~"

Without warning, Jasper shoves back in and sets a brutal pace. His cock slams into you at an animalistic pace. His arm slips under you to lift your hips, forcing him mind meltingly deeper.

Each slam of his hips against your thighs sends jolt after jolt of electricity running through your body. Every time his pelvis brushes against your clit, you can't help the twitch: your knee jerking to the side, your hips bucking...

It's overwhelming yet not enough.

You can feel your climax ebbing ever closer, but it teases you, staying just out of reach, as you grasp at anything you can get your hands on - you're gonna have to apologize for how hard your nails are digging into Jasper's forearms later. You might have to apologize to your neighbors as well. The thin walls of your apartment no doubt doing very little to obscure the obscene squelching and slapping echoing through your living room.

"You feel so good, doll," Jasper growls above you. His jaw is set as he watches you, eyes scanning each of your minuscule reactions.

Your pussy clenches at the praise, forcing him to slow do a grind as he lets loose a deep groan.

The sudden change of pace has your head falling back with a sigh; his cock presses firmly against your cervix, threatening to push impossibly further. "Fucking hell... Jasper~"

His fingers dips just the slightest deeper into your hips as he pulls your hips tighter against him. "Atta girl... Squeezing me so good~ You gonna milk this cock for all it's worth, sugar'?"

Jasper pulls his hand away from your iron-clad grip in favor of toying with your clit, hips still grinding against you.

The added stimulation makes your body scream out for him. For him to stay buried in your cunt, for him to keep touching you like that - oh~

You feel like an exposed wired, dangerous yet electrifying. You can't remember the last time someone fucked you this good. If ever.

The added friction is just enough to shove you over the edge; cumming so hard your vision goes black and you can barely hear it as you all but scream out Jasper's name.

Definitely gonna have to apologize to your neighbors.

"Fuck, darlin'," Jasper gasps out as your walls clamp down on him, hips stuttering as it forces him to spill his seed in you. The cum that paints your walls is cold, shocking you but not entirely unpleasant.

He ducks down to capture your lips in another kiss as he starts to grind into you again, riding out both of your highs.

You reach up to tangle your fingers in his soft locks as you kiss, soft sighs and moans breaking the kiss ever now and then. Jasper drops your hips in favor of almost tenderly gripping your jaw. He uses his grip to force you to open your mouth. The kiss becomes less of a kiss and more of a clash of teeth and tongue as he pulls you closer.

"Wanna taste you." He mumbles against your lips before pulling away.

Jasper slides down, pressing kisses and the occasional nibble to your skin.

Once between your legs, he licks a heavy strip up your folds as he keeps your gaze. Your breath stutters from the unexpected intensity of the action. "Open up wider for me, doll." He breathes against your skin.

Swallowing, you spread your thighs.

"There's my girl..."

"Oh fuck-" You let out a breathy chuckle. These nicknames and praise are gonna be the end of you.

You feel more than see his smirk. God damn it. This man is going to ruin all other guys for you...

Icy hands grip under your knees, pushing one of them towards your chest. "Hold this for me, doll."

As soon as you hook your forearm under your knee, Jasper is diving in like a man starved.

The way he licks and sucks at your clit sends your mind reeling. Is this what heaven is like? Nah, this man is definitely a work of Himeros himself.

You can't help the way your hand tries to shove his face closer as you grind up desperately.

"Taste so fucking good," your cheeks heat up as a sharp *slurp* seems to punctuate his words. "Guess callin' you 'sugar' wasn't too far off..."

You can do little but watch as he smirks up at you before plunging his tongue inside your slick and cum soaked cunt.

You can feel another orgasm working its way up. Still sensitive from the first one, it's hard to hold it back. especially with how his darkened eyes stare up at you, keeping you from looking away.

The sudden sting of his teeth grazing your clit is the beginning of your end.

"Oh god!" Your head throws back as your nails dig into his scalp. The harsh scratch of your fingers causes him to let out a warning growl, the vibrations shooting through you and yanking you fully back into ecstasy once more. Your legs clamp around his head as you cum. The way he sucks and licks you through it not helping the "you suffocating him" situation. Not that he seems to mind with how tight he's still holding you against him.

"Knew you had one more for me, darlin'," Jaspers gloats as he finally pulls back, wiping the mixture of cum from his chin.

He pauses before saying, "We're definitely going to have to apologize for the noise, though~" He smirks down at you as he pulls you into his cold chest

All you can do is stare up at the ceiling as a breathless laugh rips its way from your chest.

#jasper hale smut #jasper whitlock smut #jasper hale x reader #jasper whitlock x reader #jasper cullen x reader #jasper hale x reader smut #jasper whitlock x reader smut #lackie's inbox

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s9fti3 · 1 year ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 27 days ago

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Blood singer, part 11

Summary: Y/N gets the answers she's seeking, and a little taste of all she's been wishing for.

Warnings (be mindful of your triggers): injury, blood and death, angst, fluff, grief, swearing, sexual content, mentions of mental health struggles, alcohol, eating disorder, mentions of a period

Pairing: Jasper Hale x human!reader (blood singer), Paul Lahote x human!reader

Word count: 10.8k

Blood singer - Series Masterlist

Three days.

It’s been three days since she last saw Jasper. Three days without a text, without his voice and that gentle, comforting presence he infects her with in every glance, every touch.

She turns her head, staring at her phone like it’s personally betrayed her. No calls. No missed messages. Not even a photo to hold onto.

Not one photo.

In all the time they’ve spent together, in all the stolen moments and whispered promises, they never once thought to take a picture. To capture a moment, any moment really. So now, when she needs to see him most, she has nothing. Nothing but the silence and the sick ache of missing him.

Her fingers curl into the blanket, pulling it up to her chest. It’s not fair. It’s just not fair. And in that unfairness, she can’t help the darkness slipping past her defenses. It’s anger. Anger at herself, at him, at everyone.

She didn’t realize how deep the questions had rooted themselves until they started festering. Until Kim’s words echoed in her mind again and again, repeating like a broken record, unrelenting.

“Because you didn’t know what to ask. And he knew that. But he didn’t offer anything either. And you’re allowed to be angry about that.”

She bites her lower lip hard enough to crack skin, feeling the metallic taste of her own blood. She hates that it’s true and Kim’s right. They all are, because the more people talk, the more she realizes just how little she knows. And she’s supposed to be his mate? Then why is it everyone else seems to know Jasper better than she ever could?

Alice. The Volturi. The newborn army. Bella’s pregnancy. All of it. It’s not just these secrets, it’s a whole damn life he never shared. And she tells herself she’ll bring it up. That next time he walks through the door, she won’t let him sweep her off her feet, not until she has her answers. But deep down, she knows she’ll crumble the moment he touches her. She always does.

The second his fingers brush her cheek, the fight will leave her body. She’ll become weightless, pliable, completely ruined in his embrace. She won’t care what she doesn’t know, not when he’s touching her, not when he’s holding her like she’s the only thing keeping him alive.

Jasper is a weakness. A beautiful, terrifying weakness she can’t fight.

So, she reaches for her phone. She doesn’t text to tell him she loves him. Or to say how much she misses him. No. Not this time.

She types questions, accusing in their bluntness. Her thumbs move quickly, the words tumbling out in a flood:

When did you meet Alice? What history do you share with her? Do you love her? What newborn army did you fight? Who are the Volturi? Why is your family on their radar? Why didn’t you tell me about Bella’s pregnancy?

Her heart races the moment the last question is typed. Her thumb hovers over the send button. She doesn’t press it. It’s just a draft, something she can glance at later if he tries to charm his way around it.

She exhales shakily, going to tap “Save as Draft.”

And that’s when her screen lights up. A message from Jasper. Three words.

I miss you.

Somehow the weight on her chest grows. She holds her breath, trying to stifle the forceful rush in her chest, but a sound escapes her, choked out, something between a sob and a sigh. The message is simple, tender, and achingly sincere. Her heart swells and shatters in the same breath.

She fumbles, desperate to reply with something equally heartfelt, something that doesn’t sound needy, but says everything. Her fingers move fast. But in her rush, with her trembling hands, her thumb slips.

Send.

The questions. All of them. Sent!

“Oh my God.”

She stares at the screen in horror. Her face drains of color. She scrambles upright in bed, clutching the phone like it might explode.

“Oh my GOD.”

The panic hits hard as her hands fly to her mouth. She makes a strangled noise, a gasp, a wail as the weight of what she’s done slams into her.

Her stomach twists. Her heart pounds. The room is spinning around her. She’s pacing barefoot on the cold wooden floor, phone clenched in both hands like she could somehow delete the message through sheer will.

“What did I do?” she hisses aloud, barely breathing. Her skin feels hot, then cold with sweat. Shame rises in waves. Her face is burning, her ears ringing louder than her thoughts.

The message wasn’t kind. It wasn’t fair. It was accusatory, even cruel in how sterile the wording is. And now he has it. Now Jasper will read it, and think… She doesn't even know what he’ll think, but her heart is in her throat. Her ribs ache from the force of her quick, shallow breathing.

Please don’t hate me, she thinks, as if he can hear her now.

She walks to the window and presses her forehead against the glass, eyes squeezed shut. Her pulse is everywhere, screaming in her head, in her chest, in her knees. Three days without him, and now she’s ruined everything.

And worst of all, some part of her, some reckless, furious, desperately hurt part of her isn’t sorry she asked. She just wishes it hadn’t happened this way.

And then he’s there. She doesn’t need to look. She always feels him before she sees him.

“Darlin’?”

His voice is soft, confused, tinged with concern. She turns, eyes wide and glassy, chest still rising in sharp, unsteady movements.

Jasper stands by her bedroom door, hair tousled, golden eyes scanning her with worry. He's in the clothes she last saw him in, but they look a little dirtier, a little more rumpled.

He steps forward, then faster when he realizes the full state of her.

“Oh, Darlin’…” he breathes, crossing the room in a blink.

Before she can even register the movement, his arms are wrapping around her from behind, one arm slotted under her chest, the other around her waist, holding her like the only thing keeping her upright. She shudders at the contact, the sound that escapes her throat filled with relief, and maybe a little bit of heartbreak.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he whispers against the side of her head, voice warm. “I feel it too. I felt your panic. You think I’d let you go through that alone?”

His hand comes up, brushing her hair off her face, then sliding gently over her ribcage. She turns in his arms without thinking, needing more of him. Her fingers grab at the fabric at his chest as she buries herself in him, her body trembling.

He presses his cheek against the top of her head, swaying slightly, grounding her with the movement.

“I just got back. I wanted to come see you the moment I was done and I almost did,” he murmurs, voice still playful around the edges, though she can hear how heavy the emotions are underneath it. “But I didn’t wanna risk it. As good as my control is, I didn’t think we should risk it.”

A kiss lands on her temple. Then another. Softer.

“I missed you,” he says, nuzzling her hair. “Three days without you and I’m losing my damn mind. Wrestling bears in the woods like it’ll keep my thoughts off you.”

She lets out a half-choked laugh into his chest, fingers curling tighter into his shirt.

“Wait… did you actually fight a bear and win?” she mumbles, voice muffled.

“Well,” he says, smiling into her hair, “depends who you ask. I say it was a fair fight. Carlisle says I was bein’ dramatic. Bear says I talk too much.”

She laughs again, weaker this time, but real.

“I thought maybe you replaced me with the poster boy from Heroes,” he says with a grin, pulling back just enough to look her in the eye, his arms still circling her. “What was his name? Peter Petrelli?”

Y/N blinks, snorts, then shoves him half-heartedly.

“I would never,” she says, voice shaking but steadier now.

“I know. But it would’ve been a low blow if you ditched me for a guy who steals powers, Darlin’.” He dips his head a little, his forehead touching hers. “Tell me you missed me too. Lie if you have to.”

She exhales, lips trembling. “I missed you so bad I forgot how to breathe.”

His expression softens further, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks. He rests his lips on her forehead for a long moment, then slowly guides her to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Still silent, Jasper kneels in front of her, hands cradling hers gently like he’s afraid they’ll break. He doesn’t speak at first, just looks up at her, his expression open and clear.

Then, as she watches, he bends his head and presses a slow, lingering kiss to each of her knuckles. One after the other.

“I’m not mad about the questions,” he says quietly, voice low and careful. “I should’ve told you things. You deserved to know them without having to pull teeth to get them.”

She looks at him, her eyes glassy again, but the panic has ebbed, replaced with a quiet ache in her chest.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he continues, fingers gliding gently over hers. “You’re allowed to ask. Hell, you should ask. You think I wouldn’t if the roles were flipped?”

Her silence is answer enough.

He tilts his head, gazing up at her like she’s the only thing that matters. “I felt your panic like it was my own. I was on the cliffs when it hit me. My chest just locked up.”

She holds her breath, afraid it would stop his admission.

“I’ve never felt your emotions from so far away before,” he adds, his thumb sweeping the back of her hand. “So I knew you needed me. Didn’t even hesitate.”

“I thought you’d hate me for being pushy about it,” she admits, her voice small, uncertain.

Jasper’s expression doesn’t falter. If anything, his brows furrow deeper, not in anger, but in pain. He lifts her hands again, presses his lips to her fingertips this time.

“Hate you?” he echoes. “You could set me on fire, and I’d still ask if you needed another match.”

That draws a fragile, wet laugh from her lips.

He smiles too, wider now, pleased he’s making headway. “’Besides, your scent’s all but a comfort to me now. You think I’d show up during your period and touch you if I was still fightin’ to keep my teeth to myself?”

She shakes her head slowly, the realization settling in. He’s calm. Clear. Not even a flicker of hunger in his eyes, only warmth, only her.

“I missed you every second,” he murmurs, rising just enough to kiss the inside of her wrist. “And not just your scent that’s drawing me to you. I missed your voice. Your laugh. The way you make dinner and forget it in the oven. The way you talk in your sleep and always kick the blankets off your feet.”

She blushes, lips parting. “I do not.”

“You do,” he grins. “It’s adorable.”

He crawls up beside her on the bed now, arm draping around her shoulders, pulling her close. Her head falls easily against his chest. Jasper’s hold on her tightens slightly, just enough for her to feel the tremor beneath his stillness.

They sit like that for a long moment, her head on his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head, the two of them breathing quietly, enjoying the silence. But her heart hasn’t stopped racing. The words she’s held in for too long are still there, trembling on the edge of her tongue, begging to be freed.

Her fingers shift where they rest on his chest, sliding under the open edge of his shirt, touching the place just above his silent heart. The weight of his past is lodged between them, invisible but suffocating, and her lips part.

"You never told me what she means to you," she says quietly, barely a whisper, but he stiffens all the same. Her voice wavers. "When I would visit Forks, I remember the rumors about you and Alice being a couple. I’ve even seen you two at Bella and Edward’s wedding.”

Jasper doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. His jaw is tight, but his eyes are full of guilt.

“I..." she swallows thickly, sitting up just enough to look at him. "I don’t want to be second best. I don’t want to give you my heart if I’m just a placeholder for you.”

Her voice breaks at the end, and even though she tries to pull back, he doesn't let her. His hand moves to her cheek, anchoring her there. His eyes are golden, glowing with more emotion than she’s ever seen in them.

“Y/N,” he says firmly. “You are never second best.”

His voice is steady. Absolute.

“You’re my first and only choice.” He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering along her jaw. “I loved Alice, I won’t lie to you about that. She was my friend. My family. And for a time, we were a lot more. I still love her.”

Her eyes begin to brim with tears again.

“But I’m not in love with her,” he says, his voice unwavering. “I haven’t been for a long time. What we had ended years before I ever laid eyes on you. Before I ever felt you.”

She inhales shakily. “So then why...?” Her voice rises slightly, raw with hurt. “Why do you keep me at a distance? Why don’t you ever just let me all the way in? I’ve shown you the worst of me, but you hold your past back and I don’t understand why. Didn’t I prove I’d stay regardless how dark it gets?”

Jasper is stricken with her words, his hands gripping hers tighter now. His voice softens to something barely above a murmur.

“I’m worried about overwhelming you,” he admits. “But you’re right. You deserve more.” He leans forward, pressing their foreheads together again. “I’ve been a coward, trying to protect you from the weight of my past. But I see now that protecting you isn’t about hiding myself. Not if it makes you feel like you’re on the outside looking in.”

She says nothing, her gaze chained to his with unwavering attention.

“I’ll tell you everything,” he promises. “Start to finish. Because I never want you to think you’re not my priority ever again. You are everything. Everything to me. I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you, and you have me. Unbeating heart and damned soul. If you’ll have me, it’s all yours.”

She swallows thickly, and he feels the way she softens, the way she leans into the words like they’re the first real warmth she’s felt in days.

“Okay,” she whispers. “But please remember that I don’t want a curated version of you,” she says, voice trembling. “I want you. The whole, messy, complicated you.”

And so, Jasper speaks. He speaks for hours.

They curl into the bed together, her legs tangled with his, her head resting against his chest while he threads his fingers through her hair and tells her everything. His voice never falters. He tells her about his time in the army once he was turned. He doesn’t hide the gore, the choices he made that colored the streets red, the brutal years spent building and training newborn armies. He talks about the bloodshed, the way the memories haunt him, and how Peter, his friend and brother in arms was the one who helped him escape.

He speaks of Alice, how she found him when he was barely hanging on to sanity, how she offered him hope, a vision of something better. He tells Y/N how they tried, and how for the longest time it felt like he was right where he’s meant to be. But it didn’t last, because Alice saw something in a vision…someone, and realized that her role in his life was never meant to be forever.

“She saw you,” Jasper says softly, brushing a knuckle under Y/N’s chin. “Long before you and I ever met, she saw you. And she loved me enough to let me go.”

Y/N is crying now, quiet tears sliding down her cheeks. He kisses them away between stories, never stopping.

He tells her about the Cullen family, about the Volturi’s threats, the newborn army that came for them, about the chaos surrounding Bella’s pregnancy, Renesmee’s birth. He tells her about fighting for his life and the lives of those he loves, promising he’d fight for her if it ever came down to that too.

He holds nothing back except one thing. One truth stays locked inside his mind.

He doesn’t tell her that they met once before. That on that night he cornered her in a dark alley, he lost control. Or how she smelled so devastatingly sweet, so perfect, he lunged before he could think and barely managed to stop himself. That Edward had to erase it from her mind. That he’s carried the shame of it like a brand ever since.

He wants to tell her. But he doesn’t. Not yet. Not when she’s finally looking at him with trust in her eyes. Instead, he holds her. Murmurs reassurances between kisses to her hair and temple. Wraps her up like she’s breakable, precious.

And Y/N, overwhelmed but relieved, finally speaks.

“I want you to know I love you too,” she whispers. “All of you. Even the parts that scare you.”

Jasper presses a kiss to her lips, gentle and sweet. “You have me,” he murmurs. “All of me.”

The room has gone quiet again, a comfortable hush layered in the aftermath of all Jasper’s confessions. Y/N is still curled into his side, legs tangled with his under the blanket, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the line of muscle along his stomach where his shirt has ridden up. The silence is warm now, thick with things unspoken but not heavy.

Still, something tugs at him. That scent; salt and pine. Familiar and unwelcome. It clings faintly to her skin, sharper than her usual scent.

Jasper shifts, not enough to pull away, just enough to study her face better, fingers brushing back the wisps of hair falling across her cheek. He presses a soft kiss there, lets it linger longer than necessary.

“You smell different tonight,” he says casually, nuzzling the curve of her neck. “Like… the ocean breeze.” His lips brush her jaw as he adds, “And the forest after it rains.”

She hums, amused, but doesn’t answer. Just slides her hand higher along his side, smoothing up his ribcage. “That a compliment or are you trying to tell me I stink?”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “It’s not unpleasant,” he says, light as air, “just... not you. Not entirely.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Maybe I took a detour through the woods and bathed in seafoam.”

He chuckles, low and playful. “Mm. Must’ve stopped to roll in it too, darlin’. You’ve got traces of wolf on you.”

Y/N stiffens just slightly, barely perceptible to most, but Jasper feels the tension ripple through her body like a current.

“A wolf?” she echoes, trying to keep her voice casual. “Like… an actual one?”

Jasper’s hand moves to her lower back, slow, deliberate. He draws idle circles there with the pad of his thumb. “No,” he says, feigning thoughtfulness. “More like… a wet dog. A big one. Who’s known to run with no shirt and way too much bravado.”

She snorts. “Wow. You’re getting weirdly specific.”

He smiles, but there’s a sharpness to it now. “Did you, by any chance, hug a certain someone from La Push recently?”

Y/N shifts, eyes narrowing as she props herself up on an elbow. “Is that your roundabout way of asking if I saw Paul?”

He lifts a brow, “Did you?”

“Maybe,” she replies, deliberately vague. “Why?”

Jasper’s fingers trail up her spine now, slow and feather light. “Just curious. You smell like him.” He leans closer, murmurs near her ear. “And I don’t like it.”

Y/N laughs, turning her head so their noses almost brush. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” he says far too quickly.

She smirks.

He kisses her before she can push further, a soft press of lips that deepens quickly, hungrily, betraying the possessiveness simmering just beneath his calm. When he pulls back, their foreheads rest together, breath mingling.

“I just think,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “that if a girl smells like another man, the man she comes home to has a right to know why.”

Her smile fades into something softer, more sincere. “We didn’t do anything, Jasper. I promise. I hadn’t seen since the hospital and I didn’t even intend to see him now. It was brief.”

His jaw ticks, just slightly, but he nods. “Okay.”

She cups his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone. “You could’ve just asked me, you know.”

“I didn’t want to come off as insecure,” he admits.

“You didn’t,” she says. “You came off like someone who thinks I rolled in seafoam and dog hair.”

That gets a real laugh out of him. “I don’t like that he still has access to you,” Jasper says quietly, thumb stroking the curve of her hip beneath the blanket. “That he gets to be close enough to leave a trace.”

Her expression softens. “He doesn’t have my heart. You do.”

He leans in, pressing a kiss just beneath her ear. “I know. But I’m not used to... feeling this much. Wanting this much. It’s hard not to guard it.”

“I’m not a possession you have to protect,” she says, hands framing his face now. “I’m a choice you get to keep making.”

He kisses her again, slower this time. Devouring the traces of Paul’s scent from her lips, her neck, her skin.

“I’ll always choose you,” he whispers. “Even when I’m being petty and sniffing you like a jealous bloodhound.”

She bursts out laughing, collapsing into his chest. “God, you’re the worst.”

“And yet, you keep coming back,” he drawls, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her flush against him.

She rests her cheek over his chest again, sighing contentedly. “Yeah. I do.”

And for now, that’s enough. Even if Paul’s scent lingers a little longer, Jasper clings to the truth in her voice. To the way she’s curled into him like she belongs there. Because she does. Because she’s his.

Y/N traces the edge of Jasper’s collar with her fingertip, letting it dip just slightly beneath the fabric. She can feel his stillness, the way every part of him is trained on her, like he’s memorizing the weight of her hand, the sound of her breathing, the shape of her mouth just before she speaks.

“I love kissing you,” she says, the words shy but certain, barely more than a breath against his lips.

His golden eyes soften, gaze darkening with something deeper. “Yeah?” he murmurs, voice thick.

She nods, then grins impishly. “Maybe I should hang around Paul more often if this is the punishment.”

Jasper’s jaw drops in mock offense, hand flying dramatically to his chest. “Don’t you dare!”

She giggles, the sound lighting him up from the inside, cracking through the tension he’s been holding. He catches her laughter with his mouth, kissing her again, but this time it’s different. Hungrier. Less careful.

He tastes like honey and her favorite ice cream, like something she could drown in if she let herself. Her lips part under his and he groans lowly, just once, letting her relish in the sound of a man barely hanging onto control.

Her hand curls into the front of his shirt, clutching, like she needs something to tether herself. He takes the invitation without question, shifting over her so their bodies align, pressing her down into the mattress with the full length of his weight.

His hand finds her waist, cold fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt. She gasps at the sudden chill, her skin errupting in goosebumps, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she presses into him, arching slightly.

“Sorry,” he whispers, though the smirk on his lips says otherwise. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t,” she murmurs against his mouth, breathless. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. His fingers skate up her side, dragging deliberately slow trails of cold fire along her once broken ribs, over the soft skin beneath her bra. She shivers under his touch, her whole body pulsing with desire. Her hands are in his hair now, tangling in those soft blond curls, pulling him desperately closer, deeper.

Jasper groans again when she kisses him back harder, her tongue brushing his, her teeth grazing his lower lip. She can’t bite him, she realizes. His lips are too hard to bite even if she wants to and he’s losing control. Jasper can feel it too, and still, he holds back. Just barely.

He shifts again, this time pressing his hips more firmly into hers, and she feels his bulge now. One hand slides down to cup the curve of her ass, gripping it through the thin cotton of her clothes, possessive and needy all at once. He squeezes, and she lets out a soft gasp, nails raking gently across his scalp.

“Damn, darlin’,” he breathes against her mouth. “If I was still alive, you’d be the end of me.”

She laughs, breathless and flushed, but she doesn’t stop kissing him. Her lips move to his jaw, down his neck, her tongue flicking over the smooth marble of his skin. He lets out something close to a growl, one hand fisting the blanket beside her just to keep from letting it all go.

He wants to devour her.

Wants to taste every part of her, her breath, her sweat, the thunderous song of her pulse fluttering against her throat. But he keeps himself tethered to her smile. That’s what he wants more than anything. Her joy. Her safety. Her trust.

So he keeps his pace slow, savoring every second like it’s all he’ll ever get.

She tilts her hips just slightly, chasing the feel of his bulge against her, and he kisses her again, slow and deep, his hand still warm beneath her shirt. She feels like she’s burning up, and his cold touch is the only relief that also somehow makes it worse.

“You’re not real,” she whispers between kisses. “This has to be a dream.”

Jasper kisses her forehead, her cheek, her temple. “Then don’t wake up,” he says, voice hoarse. “Stay with me.”

Her fingers tighten in his hair, anchoring him. “Always.”

And he kisses her like that promise is the only thing keeping his soul intact.

She’s warm, soft and so fragile beneath him, her legs parting to cradle his hips, fingers roaming with no hesitation now, curious and hungry, just like her kisses. Jasper’s hand slides beneath the fabric of her shirt again, this time traveling higher, tracing the curve of her spine, committing her to memory by touch alone.

Y/N arches into him, and he groans low in his throat, an unspoken plea, a warning, a surrender. His restraint is slipping.

Her fingers curl at the hem of his shirt, tugging. “Off,” she breathes, desperate and sure.

He doesn’t hesitate. One arm crosses over his body, and he starts to lift the fabric, but she’s already moving. With a sharp, impatient sound, she yanks the shirt hard. The buttons pop free, clattering onto the floor like broken promises, fabric tearing. She pushes it open, splaying her hands across his chest and down over the ridged lines of his stomach. She’s always wanted to see him like this; wild and aching, the tension in his muscles rippling beneath her palms like restrained thunder.

“You’re perfect,” she whispers, voice filled with awe and desire.

Jasper leans down to kiss her again, slower this time, but deeper. His tongue tangles with hers, tasting her, learning every inch of her mouth. He grinds his hips into her instinctively, and she moans into his mouth, fingers grabbing onto his back.

He groans, and his hands slide beneath her, lifting her off the mattress just slightly so he can run his palms over the backs of her thighs, up to the swell of her ass. He grips her, pulls her tighter against him, swallowing the sound she makes when their bodies align.

Their clothes are still on and it’s maddening.

Then he moves.

In one smooth motion, he catches both of her wrists and pins them above her head, holding her to the mattress. His eyes blaze as he looks down at her, his jaw tense, lips slightly parted. She gasps at the pressure, at the control, but she doesn’t pull away. Her thighs squeeze around his hips, desperate for any fraction, but the pad is getting in the way. Her lips part as his mouth drags down her throat, pressing wet, open kisses to the skin just below her jaw.

Her breathing is ragged. “Jasper -”

A low moan breaks from her as his mouth lingers at the pulsating vessel in her neck. She doesn’t notice the way he freezes, just for a second. The way his whole body goes still except for his mouth hovering at her skin.

The scent is overwhelming. Her blood sings beneath his lips, warm and alive and inviting. His mouth parts, teeth brushing against her skin.

And suddenly he’s choking on it.

The hunger roars to life, violent and immediate and he’s not himself anymore. He’s back in the war, in the feeding frenzy, in a century of blood and need and loss. His grip tightens on her wrists, and she gasps, but not in pleasure this time.

Jasper jerks away from her like he’s been burned. He stumbles back, lips parted, chest heaving though he doesn’t need the air. His eyes flash black for a split second before the gold returns, shame and horror blooming wide in them.

“Jasper?” Her voice is breathless, confused, still dazed. She starts to sit up, shirt askew, lips swollen, her body trembling with leftover want.

But he’s already backing away. “I-I can’t,” he rasps, voice trembling. “I have to go.”

“Wait!” Her brows furrow, her hand reaching out. “What just happened?”

He’s gone before she can finish. One blink, one gust of air, and the room is silent.

Y/N is left there, heart racing, chest rising and falling as her heart screams his name. Her wrists still burn where he held her, her neck tingles where he kissed her, and her whole body aches with an aching need for his touch. She stares at the empty space where he’d just been, lips parted in confusion and something dangerously close to heartbreak.

“…Jasper?” she whispers into the silence.

But there’s no answer.

The house is a blur of color and wind as Jasper crashes through the front door, his face filled with desperation and panic. The walls vibrate from the force, his boots skidding across the hardwood as he stumbles to a halt in the foyer, wild eyed and shaking.

He doesn't have to call out, for they’re already there. Carlisle, Edward, and Alice stand before him, waiting as if they knew, as if they felt the moment he nearly lost everything.

Carlisle steps forward instantly, his face calm but he can’t hide his concern. When he speaks his voice gentle. “Jasper.”

“No,” Jasper chokes, staggering back like the word itself might split him open. “Don’t, don’t be kind to me right now. You don’t know what I almost did.”

Alice moves next, her tiny frame unnaturally still, eyes focused on Jasper’s disheveled state. Edward stays silent for a moment, standing just behind them, watching his brother with deep, haunted empathy.

“I almost bit her!” Jasper roars, fingers tangling in his hair, eyes blazing gold, his mind fractured. “I wanted to bite her!”

“You didn’t,” Edward says firmly, voice low and steady.

“But I wanted to!” Jasper snaps, spinning toward him. “She was beneath me, trusting, warm, her blood singing in her veins and I could almost taste her. I was holding her down like a monster, like a goddamn animal!”

His knees hit the floor hard. He doesn’t even feel it.

Carlisle is kneeling beside him in a second, his hand firm on Jasper’s shoulder.

“I knew she was on her period,” Jasper says, nearly gagging on the words. “I knew, and I still touched her. I still let myself get close. What kind of a selfish bastard does that?”

“You’re not selfish,” Carlisle says calmly, though his heart aches for Jasper. “You’re in love.”

“That doesn’t make it right!” Jasper yells, eyes snapping to meet Carlisle’s. “It doesn’t make her safe! I had my mouth on her throat. I felt my teeth drop. I… Carlisle, I saw her blood in my head, I imagined what she’d sound like choking on it, dying. And I wanted it, for a split second. I would’ve done it.”

Alice's voice cuts through the silence, soft but sure. “No. You wouldn’t have.”

He turns toward her, trembling. “You don’t know that.”

“I do.” Her eyes are glassy, but her voice doesn’t falter. “I would’ve seen it. I’ve always seen it. And I didn’t see it because it never would’ve happened. You stopped yourself. You, Jasper! Not me, not Edward, you.”

“I should never have let it get that far.” His voice cracks, low and broken. “She trusts me, and I-I pinned her down like she was prey. She told me she loves kissing me. She was laughing, smiling and I was about to kill her.”

“You love her,” Edward says, finally stepping forward. “You never felt it this strongly before. Never. Not even with Alice. You’re terrified because you care more than you ever have before.”

Jasper squeezes his eyes shut, his voice hoarse. “And that’s exactly why I kept some distance. That’s why I didn’t kiss her or let her too close.”

Carlisle doesn’t let him pull away.

“Jasper,” he says softly, his tone careful, layered with unshakeable calm Jasper has always trusted. “If you were going to hurt her, it would have happened. But you stopped. You chose her life over your desire. You chose restraint. That’s what matters.”

Jasper's eyes burn. “I could’ve ended her life in a second. She was so soft beneath me, she trusted me with every inch of her, Carlisle, and I-I felt what it would be like to break that skin.”

“But you didn’t,” Carlisle says. “You found your line and you stopped.”

Jasper leans forward, trembling hard, and Carlisle wraps an arm around him without hesitation. It’s rare for Jasper to accept comfort like this, to break. But he collapses into it now, into the arms of the man who’s been a father to him in this life.

“I hate myself,” he whispers.

“You don’t get to hate yourself for being in control,” Edward murmurs, replaying the entire memory he’s pulled from Jasper’s mind. “You forget, I saw it all. I felt what you felt. It was…dark. Really dark. But you chose her. Even when everything in you screamed for blood, you chose her.”

Alice steps closer and kneels beside him too, her small hand pressing against his back. “You’re not a monster, Jazz,” she says softly. “You’re in love. And that means you fight harder. For as long as you have to.”

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t look up. He allows Edward in his mind again, trusting him to calm the monster inside. He’s flooded with images of Y/N, some real, others fantasy, but she’s rooting him to his humanity, reminding him there’s hope.

She lies there for a moment, breathless, lips parted, the ghost of Jasper’s mouth still pressed to hers.

The sheets are rumpled around her thighs. Her shirt is half-off. Her body is still trembling from the intensity of his touch, the weight of him, the way his hands gripped her, held her like she was something fragile and forbidden and entirely his. She blinks up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling in shallow, shuddered breaths.

But he’s gone. Vanished. Not just out of the room, it seems. She listens for the any sound in the house, hoping to hear his footsteps. There’s nothing. No brush of air, no shift in shadow. Only silence.

“Jasper?” she calls, softly. Then again, louder. Still nothing.

She swings her legs off the bed, reaching for the nearest blanket to cover herself. She grabs the bottle of wine as she pads to the hallway. “Maybe he just needed a minute,” she murmurs to herself, forcing logic into her bones. “Maybe he’s just… cooling down.”

But her feet freeze at the foot of the stairs when she sees the front door cracked open. Not wide. Just enough to say he didn’t want to slam it.

That hurts worse. He ran and he didn’t even look back.

Y/N stands there, dazed and still flushed, cheeks burning with the remnants of pleasure now iced over by confusion. Her body aches. Her lips are swollen from his kisses, her skin tingling from his cold fingers still lingering like frost on her ribs.

She crosses the room in a haze, staring at the open door as though expecting him to materialize there panting, apologizing, kissing her breathless again. But he doesn’t.

In silence, she closes the door. She looks at the bottle of wine he bought for her. The one he unintentionally made her favorite. She doesn’t even pour it, instead she drinks straight from the bottle.

Halfway through, the warmth makes her stomach coil. She sits on the couch, wrapped in the blanket, blinking hard against the sting behind her eyes.

It doesn’t even make her angry, that’s what surprises her most. She’s not angry. She’s still horny, still aching for him, still trapped in the echo of his voice whispering how much he loved her, how she was his everything. She remembers the way his hand fit perfectly around her wrist, the way his chest felt beneath her palms; cold, hard, hers.

And now she’s left here like a junkie in withdrawal, lips raw from addiction, heart pounding like she’s detoxing from a drug that was never meant to be hers.

She runs a hand through her hair, frustrated, more at herself than him.

Why did I push him like that?

She knew she was still lightly bleeding. Not enough for it to be a hassle for her, but enough for him to notice. She knew it and she still pulled him in, let herself lose control. She’s ashamed, because she should have known better.

Did she violate his trust? Her fingers press into her temples. She can’t help but wonder if she pushed him too hard. He didn’t ask her to stop and there was no indication he’ll lose control until his grip on her wrists became too tight. The pain caused her to react and he…he’ll hate himself for it.

She stands quickly, suddenly needing the air. The house is echoing her own insecurities back on her, reminding her of everything that almost happened and didn’t. She throws on a hoodie, pulls on leggings and socks, arms tight around her body like she can hold herself together if she just squeezes hard enough.

She opens the door and freezes.

Paul is standing there. Her porch light glows soft over him, catching on the edge of his jaw. He’s not smirking this time. There’s no cocky tilt to his head, no smugness in his posture, just him.

And in his arms, a bouquet. White tulips and lilies. Clean, elegant, a little bruised at the edges from how tightly he’s gripping them.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

Y/N stares at him. She blinks once, twice. The dizzy cloud in her mind doesn’t fully lift, but it sharpens. Focuses on the man in front of her, the one with warm hands and tired eyes and flowers she didn’t expect.

Her voice is soft, caught between dazed and drained. “Hi.”

He looks at her for a long moment. His eyes flicker to her flushed cheeks, her lips, her messy hair and the muscles harden in his jaw.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?”

She laughs softly, but it sounds wrong. Almost hollow. “Depends how you define bad.”

He shifts awkwardly on the porch, clearly sensing something is off but not sure what to do with it. And he’s not the only one, because part of her is still in that bedroom, back on those sheets, under a man who left her without saying a word, and the rest of her is still waiting for him to come back.

Paul lingers on the porch, shifting his weight as the bouquet droops slightly in his hand.

Y/N stands in the doorway, hoodie sleeves pulled over her palms, hair messy from more than just the wind. She’s not sure what’s written on her face; confusion, discomfort, or just exhaustion, but Paul notices it. He always does.

She breaks the silence first. “Why are you here, Paul?” Her voice is steady. Tired, but not unkind. She doesn't slam the door. Doesn’t run back inside. But she doesn’t move closer, either.

Paul gives her a smile that almost passes for charming if it weren’t laced with nerves. “You said you hated roses,” he says, lifting the bouquet between them. “Thought I’d try something different?”

She doesn’t return the smile. Her brows rise, unimpressed. “Paul -”

He cuts in before she can finish, the grin slipping. “I wanted to apologize. I was rude. Presumptive. I didn’t mean to make things hard for you.”

Her silence is enough permission. He exhales, lowers the flowers a bit. “I’m not over you,” he admits, voice low. “Or us.”

Y/N closes her eyes for a second, rubbing her forehead. She feels the faint pulse of a headache forming behind her temple. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, “but you know I’m with Jasper now. And I really am happy. I know you guys think I’m trapped or something, but this was my choice.”

Paul’s shoulders stiffen, the bouquet wilting further in his grip. His eyes narrow at her with resentment maybe, or disbelief.

“Like the choice to become one of them?”

Her arms cross tightly over her chest. She steps out onto the porch now, not toward him, but just out of the doorway.

“The flowers are beautiful, Paul,” she says softly, ignoring the topic he was so caught up in “but I don’t want them. Not when they clearly have strings attached.”

The corner of his mouth twitches, like he might argue, but he holds back. Barely. “I wasn’t trying to manipulate you.”

“You weren’t trying not to, either.”

He lets out a shaky breath, then, softening again, asks, “Will you at least come for a walk? Just talk with me for a little while. No fighting.”

She shakes her head, stepping back. “I can’t, Paul. It wouldn’t be fair to you, or to Jasper.”

There’s something about the way she says it, not sharp, not dramatic, just final that makes it hit harder.

His jaw clenches. “I think you still care about me,” he says suddenly. “And that’s why you won’t talk to me.”

Her breath catches. “What?”

“You said it’s not fair to me or Jasper.” His eyes narrow just slightly. “Why would it be unfair to Jasper… unless you still feel something for me?”

The words hit her like a light up match dropped in a gas-soaked room. She should have known better, worded it more carefully.

“That’s not what I meant,” she snaps, defensive now, stepping backward. “I meant it’s not fair to keep pretending we’re friends when we’re not. When there’s still this… tension. And you know damn well why it’s there.”

Paul steps closer, eyes burning. “So you do feel something.”

“No!” she says, too quickly. Then more carefully, “Whatever we had, it wasn’t an actual relationship. It wasn’t real. It was sex. That’s all it ever was.”

He flinches like she hit him. “That’s bullshit,” he growls. “You know it. You felt it.”

“I felt used!” she shouts, the wine in her veins finally igniting. “I felt like a goddamn idiot for coming all the way here because I thought there was a spark. Don’t you dare stand there and act like I was the one who didn’t care. You were the one who wasted all the chances I’ve given you.”

Paul’s eyes narrow, struggling hard to swallow the words he wants to say before he takes a step forward.

But he never makes it to her.

“Back off.”

The voice is deep, warning. A large figure moves silently from the edge of the woods behind the house, steps onto the porch with the ease of someone who belongs there.

Emmett.

He plants himself between them, arms folded across his broad chest, eyes sharp on Paul.

“Need I remind you,” Emmett says, voice calm but cold, “Forks is our territory, and you’re not welcome in this home.”

Paul doesn’t move at first. But his jaw tightens. His eyes rest on Y/N for a moment before moving to Emmett, then back again.

He breathes through his nose. “This isn’t over.”

He places the bouquet on the porch and turns, disappearing into the darkness without another word.

Y/N stares after him, lips parted, arms still tight around herself. Emmett doesn’t say anything right away. He turns to her slowly, his expression softening.

“You okay?” he asks gently.

She nods once. Then again. But her voice is shaky. “I don’t know.”

And Emmett does something no one else would have done. He doesn’t push. He just steps forward and wraps his arms around her like a brother would, strong and silent and warm. And for a moment, she lets herself lean into it.

It’s been too long since they saw each other and she didn’t know why. For a moment, she was sure he’s been avoiding her.

“Wanna go grab some food?” He leans back, raising his brows.

“Do you even eat food?”

Emmett grins. “It’s pretty disgusting, but I still like to grab a burger here and there.”

“And I’m the one you’re going to grab it with?”

Winking, he wraps an arm around her. “You. And only you.”

The familiar clatter of silverware and low hum of a jukebox fills the cozy diner as Y/N slides into a booth across from Emmett, who immediately waves down the waitress like a regular.

“Two burgers, double patties, extra fries, chocolate shake for me and…” He glances at Y/N, eyes narrowing playfully. “What are you ordering, tiny human with a black hole appetite?”

She rolls her eyes, tugging her hoodie down over her hips as she scoots into the cracked red leather seat. “First of all, rude. Second, yes to all of that. Plus onion rings. I’m emotionally compromised and require carbs.”

He grins. “Atta girl.”

The waitress takes their order with a raised brow and a small smile, clearly already assuming the way Emmett eats is like a linebacker after a long, hard game.

Once she walks away, Emmett leans forward on his elbows, eyebrows raised. “So. Paul.”

Y/N groans and drops her face into her hands. “We’re not talking about him.”

“Too late. You made the mistake of leaving me unsupervised with your drama. Spill.”

She glares at him from between her fingers. “You’re the worst.”

“You say that, but you keep talking to me. You even invited me here.”

“I never invited you here, you brought me.”

“Details.” He waves it off. “Seriously, you okay though? You looked… wrecked. Like seriously wrecked.”

She sighs, leaning back and staring out the window. The fog outside has settled low over the parking lot, streetlights casting halos in the mist.

“I don’t know. I think I fucked up with Jasper.”

Emmett’s expression softens slightly. “He scared himself,” he says quietly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“He ran like I burned him.”

“He ran because he almost bit you,” Emmett says, lowering his voice. “And believe me, none of us are downplaying how serious that is. But it’s not about control or trust or even you. It’s about him. That part of him he hates, that we all struggle with. He thinks he’s burdening you with just by existing.”

She’s quiet for a long moment. The waitress returns with their food and sets the plates down with a quick smile. The scent of grilled meat and fried everything fills the air.

Y/N picks at a fry. “He’s mad at himself.”

“Yeah. And at me,” Emmett adds with a wince.

Her head snaps up. “At you? Why?”

Emmett shrugs. “I let you go to New York alone. Even though he asked me to keep an eye on you. I didn’t think it’d be a big deal. You’re a grown woman, you can handle yourself. But he... he felt helpless. Like he couldn’t protect you.”

She frowns. “Emmett. That wasn’t your fault. There was no stopping me that night.”

“I know. But you know Jasper. He’d take a bullet for you and blame himself for not catching it midair.”

She smiles faintly, eyes glassy now. “I’ll fix it. I’ll talk to him. Make him understand none of that was your fault.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. You’re my brother. Jasper’s just going to have to accept that.”

Emmett pauses with a french fry halfway to his mouth, blinking. “Wait. Did you just call me your brother?”

She grins. “I mean, emotionally, you’re like if a golden retriever was turned into a big brother.”

He laughs, full-bodied and loud enough to turn heads in the diner. “You’re such a brat.”

“And you’re built like a fridge.”

He winks. “A sexy fridge.”

“Debatable.”

“I’m the definition of sexy,” he shoots back, taking a massive bite of the burger.

She snorts into her milkshake, then sighs contentedly. “You know, I needed this.”

“Cheese grease and emotional therapy via older vampire you’ve adopter as a brother? I’m always on call.”

“I mean it,” she says, nudging his foot under the table, stifling a yelp. “That hurt,” she huffs before continuing, “You’re like… my favorite non-homicidal Cullen.”

“Low bar, but I’ll take it.”

They eat in silence for a while, the weight between them lighter now. She leans her cheek on her hand, watching him demolish his third helping of fries.

“Do you think he’ll come back tonight?” she asks softly.

Emmett pauses mid-chew, swallows. “Honestly? I think he’ll try. He wants to. But if he doesn’t, it’s not because he doesn’t love you.”

“I know,” she says. And she does. Still, her fingers curl tighter around her milkshake straw.

“You should get some sleep,” Emmett says gently. “I can hang around till sunrise. Keep watch. You know, in case another werewolf tries to bring flowers and guilt.”

She chuckles quietly. “You really don’t have to.”

He grins and wipes ketchup from his chin. “But I want to. And also, I ate half your fries and don’t feel guilty about it, so I kind of owe you.”

Y/N shakes her head and lifts her hand toward him.

He slaps his palm into hers, high fiving her. “You’ve got a whole messed-up, crazy, death-defying family behind you now, Y/N. You’re not alone anymore.”

She squeezes his hand. “Yeah. I know.”

The house is quiet when Emmett drops her off, the sky above thick with clouds and the scent of rain teasing the air. He gives her a long hug before disappearing into the trees like a shadow. She watches him vanish, arms wrapped around herself, heart heavier than before despite the lightness of their earlier laughter. She didn’t want him staying, though he promised he’d be close enough he’d hear her call if she needed him.

When she pushes open the front door, a creak echoes through the stillness. The scent of wine still lingers faintly in the air from earlier. Her fingertips brush over the empty bottle on the coffee table. She takes a breath and heads upstairs, heart already aching at the sight of her empty bed.

But something stops her just before she turns on the light. She feels him again. The air is colder, familiar.

She turns, finding his gaze on her.

Jasper is standing just outside her open window, leaning against the sill like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to come in. His eyes meet hers, molten gold rimmed with deep shadows, anguish carved into every inch of his expression.

She holds her breath and for a moment, neither of them speak.

“You came back,” she whispers.

He nods, once. “Couldn’t stay away.”

She moves slowly, walking toward the window, her feet quiet on the floorboards. Jasper watches her every step, like he’s afraid she’ll vanish if he blinks. The closer she gets, the more she can see how wrecked he is; his shirt slightly wrinkled, his curls a mess from running through the woods, his hands trembling faintly at his sides.

“I didn’t know if I’d see you again tongiht,” she says softly.

“I didn’t deserve to come back,” he murmurs.

Her brow furrows. “Jasper…”

“I almost bit you.” His voice cracks. “I wanted to.”

“You didn’t.”

He presses his hand against the frame, eyes burning. “You don’t understand. I felt it…my teeth were right there. One second longer and I would’ve -” He cuts himself off, turning his face away like he’s ashamed to breathe the same air as her.

She steps forward, reaching for his hand. “But you didn’t, Jasper. That’s what matters. You stopped. You knew when to stop.”

“I shouldn’t have let it get that far in the first place. You were vulnerable and I…” His voice breaks, and this time he does look at her. “You trusted me, and I put you in danger.”

Her fingers thread through his. “I still trust you.”

He swallows hard. “I didn’t mean to leave you like that. I didn’t even think. I just… panicked. I was so close to losing control. And all I could think was that if I hurt you…if I lost you, I’d never be able to live with myself. I’d make sure it would be the end of me, as well.”

She steps closer until they’re barely inches apart, the wind brushing through the window, rustling the curtains like whispers.

“You’re a good person,” she tells him. “I don’t want you to be afraid of us. Even if you bit me, you’d just bring the inevitable to reality.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t know what it’s like to want something so badly it feels like it’s eating you alive and to know that wanting it could kill it. If I bit you, I wouldn’t have stopped. Y/N, you’d be dead. There’s nothing that can bring you back from that.”

She cups his cheek, cold skin warming beneath her touch. “I understand, but you need to realize I have faith in you.”

He leans into her palm, his eyes fluttering shut. “I’m not safe for you.”

“You’re the only one I’ve ever felt safe with,” she replies, voice low.

That does it. Jasper moves through the window and into the room, pulling her into his arms like a drowning man. Their bodies press together, her warmth sinking into him, grounding him. He doesn’t kiss her, not yet, he just holds her. Like if he lets go, his heart would break in half.

“I love you,” he whispers, voice raw. “I love you so much it terrifies me.”

She buries her face in his neck, breathing him in, “I know,” she whispers back. “Me too.”

They stay like that, holding each other in the dark. His fingers curl in the hem of her shirt, but this time there’s no hunger in it. Just a need to feel her and a silent vow to do better.

They lie tangled in the sheets, fully clothed but not untouched. Jasper’s arms wrap around her tightly, one hand splayed over her lower back while the other brushes lazy circles along her shoulder.

Y/N is half-draped over him, her head resting on his chest, listening to him breath, wishing she could hear his unbeating heart. She’s drifting. Her eyes are closed, lashes kissing her cheeks. One of her legs is thrown over his, her fingertips unknowingly tracing the outline of a scar on his bicep in slow, sleepy patterns.

“Mmm,” she murmurs, her voice drowsy, “you should forgive Emmett.”

Jasper’s brow creases. “You don’t waste time, do you?”

“You shouldn’t be mad anymore,” she slurs softly, her breath warm against his collarbone. “He feels awful.”

Jasper sighs, his thumb still moving along her skin. “He should feel awful. Letting you go to New York alone? I should’ve ripped his arms off.”

She snorts, barely opening one eye. “You like his arms. You once said they were ‘respectable.’”

“I lied.”

She smiles, pressing a kiss just under his jaw. “He’s like a brother to me.”

“I know.”

“I want you to forgive him.”

“You’ve made that very clear, Darlin.”

They’re quiet for a moment, and he thinks she might be drifting off again until she says, casually, “He chased Paul off the porch tonight.”

Jasper goes still. “…What?”

She lifts her head just enough to peek up at him, eyes heavy with sleep but amusement tugging at the corners. “He was there when I came downstairs. With flowers. Being all… Paul. Emmett showed up before he could start anything.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“He’s forgiven,” Jasper says immediately, deadpan.

Y/N bursts into soft, sleepy giggles and collapses fully against his chest, letting herself melt into his body.

“Thought that might do it,” she mumbles.

Jasper smiles despite himself, kissing the top of her head. He brushes her hair back and whispers, “You really know me that well?”

She hums. “I like to think so.”

His hand moves up to cradle the back of her head as he shifts slightly, pulling her closer. “I think I know you just as well.”

“You don’t,” she disagrees playfully.

He chuckles, low and rough. “But I’ll spend forever trying to.”

Her palm rests on his chest, fingers splayed like a claim, and his cheek is pressed to the top of her head. The scent of her is everywhere, and yet he breathes her in like it’s air, not torment.

“You’re everything to me, Darlin’,” he whispers against her hair. “You’re light in every dark corner I’ve ever had. I’d burn a thousand times over just to hold you like this.”

She stirs, letting out a sleepy sigh. “Keep talking…”

“I love you. Every version of you. The stubborn parts, the scared parts, the ones you think are too heavy to carry. I’ll take them all.”

“Even when I annoy you about forgiving Emmett?”

He smiles. “Even then.”

Her breathing evens out, soft and steady. The little weight of her trust settles in his arms like a secret only he gets to hold. His thumb brushes lightly over the curve of her hip beneath the covers.

He presses one more kiss to her hairline and whispers, “Sleep, my love. I’ve got you.”

The earth trembles beneath him. Paw meets dirt with bone jarring force, claws tearing through moss and root as the wolf barrels through the forest, a heap of muscles and fury and sorrow. The moonlight shines through the trees in fractured shards, glinting off silvery-gray fur as Paul runs, fast and desperate, lungs burning from the strain.

He’s not running for exercise. He’s running from her name echoing in his mind on repeat, from the image of her standing on that porch with messy hair and cheeks still flushed from him. From the way her voice trembled when she pushed him away.

From the reality that he is losing her.

Forever.

He pushes harder, faster. Branches claw at his sides. The wind howls in his ears. He wants the pain. He welcomes it.

She’s really going to do it. Become one of them. A Cullen in every sense of the word. She didn’t say it, but he could tell it’s what she plans t do. Like it’s inevitable, like she’s already made peace with it.

And what did he do? Brought her flowers like it could fix the past. Like white tulips could erase the night he didn’t come home after he left her for Rachel like she meant nothing.

You’re a coward..

He dodges a boulder, leaps across a creek and keeps running.

She was never supposed to mean this much. Not when they ended up in bed because it felt right even if he didn’t know why, and definitely not when she smirked at him like she could see straight through his bullshit and still didn’t run. But she did. She mattered more than she was ever supposed to. And he ruined it.

He wasn’t ready. He was angry, about the imprint, about fate pulling his strings, about the guilt that weighed him down every time he saw her sitting there, trying so hard to be wanted by someone like him who didn’t know how to let her in without burning everything down. She followed him to La Push. She claimed it was for the donation but Paul knew that was a lie. She came for himand he treated her like a burden. Like she was in the way of some future he didn’t even want until she showed up and made it feel possible.

The worst part? He can never take any of it back. Even now, when she knows what caused it all to transpire, she doesn’t forgive him. She believes his imprint would cause friction between them. She’s worried she’d never be a priority.

The growl in his throat is primal, rattling through the stillness of the woods as he skids to a stop, panting.

He shifts. Naked and trembling in the moonlight, Paul collapses to his knees in the pine needles, raking his fingers through the dirt. His chest heaves, not from exertion, but from the sheer weight of what he’s lost.

She was mine first. Not in the possessive, childish way. But in the way where losing her was felt in his soul. There was hope for them…The kind where two broken people find warmth in each other’s shadows. The kind that could’ve become something if he hadn’t let fear and fate break it before it began.

He presses his forehead to the ground, muscles locked, jaw clenched.

She’s going to die and come back with red eyes and cold skin and he’ll never get to touch her again without being reminded of everything she left behind. She’ll forget the way they fit together, the way he made her laugh. She’ll forget the way he’d memorized the sound of her breathing after she fell asleep in his arms in her bed in New York. She’ll forget the way she enjoyed his warmth, and demanded kisses.

She’ll forget him.

And he has no one to blame but himself. If only he came home that night, if he could have talked to her, it would have been fine. He could have kept her in bed longer that morning, maybe that whole weekend. There would be to reason for her to go to the beach alone, no reason for Jasper to swoop in and take her with him. Within a week, the Cullens would have been gone and she’d stay there with him, never getting attached to a bloodsucker.

That one mistake cost him everything. How is he supposed to live with that?

“I’m sorry,” he whispers to the dark, but the wind doesn’t answer, it carries no absolution.

It’s no longer just about him wanting her, it’s about saving her life. If she decides she doesn’t want him around, he’ll accept it. He just can’t accept her becoming a leech like the rest of them. Losing her is one thing. Letting her get killed and dragged into an eternal life where she won’t be herself is entirely different.

Bella was lucky to keep her humanity untouched. She’s an exception, not a rule. And Paul was about to remind everyone of the rules they already have in place, to ensure her safety.

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parings Cullens × fem!reader

↳ Summary - You finally gain the courage to say 'I love you'

When you first met the Cullens you felt an instant connection with them. The same for the Cullens but it was intensified by a hundred. It was like meeting their first mate all over again.

When Alice saw you nearing Forks, she instantly shared her joy with everyone. Carlisle couldn't believe what he was hearing. He has heard of a coven mate, but he has never actually seen one.

You spotted Alice near the entrance to the school, appearing to be waiting for someone. When she saw you she visibly lit up, skipping toward you with a wide smile, "Are you new here?" Her sweet voice asked.

She then voluntarily showed you about the school, and if she wasn't in the classes with you, she waited for you to come out. She was overjoyed to introduce you to her family when lunchtime finally arrived.

You were uneasy since so many people were watching you as the Cullens welcomed you. A few weeks later, you ran into Mrs. and Mr. Cullen, who were thrilled to see you.

After hearing so much about you from their children, they had been eager to meet. You spent a large portion of your time with the Cullens who were like a second family to you.

You and Emmett play video games and go for walks in the woods when you two were hanging out. Rosalie would treat you to upscale dining experiences or spa days. Jasper will read books with you or teach you how to fight.

Alice drags you along on her shopping trips and sometimes Rosalie will come. You begged Edward to teach you how to play the piano. Esme and you would bake all kinds of desserts you desire at the moment. Carlisle enjoys going stargazing with you and Esme.

This leads you to this moment of dating the Cullens for six months. After asking Edward if they are actually human, you discovered that they are vampires.

A plush blanket with flowery motifs is spread out beneath you. You are wearing a sun hat that Alice purchased along with a white sundress. Given that you had something significant to share with the Cullens, you asked whether they would be interested in going on a picnic today.

You've been thinking about it for months and you've finally decided that you love the Cullens. They express to you the love you were never given. You essentially spent your entire childhood by yourself because your parents were never able to find the time for you.

"Guys," You whispered, your voice shaky from anxiousness, "I have something to tell you."

You had the complete attention of the Cullens. Jasper sensed your anxiety and utilized his skills to help you relax, and you thanked him with a smile.

Esme's thumb rubbed the back of your hand reassuringly, "It's okay sweetheart. Take your time."

You inhaled deeply, "I'm in love with all of you."

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fashionteahouse · 5 months ago

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reader who is sensitive and takes everything to heart x cullens? (headcannons)

sureee ! hope you enjoy :)

cullens x sensitive reader hcs

Carlisle : Very patient with your feelings. It wouldn’t take him long to be considerate of the choice of words and would be exceptionally good with his wordplay so you won’t take anything the wrong way. Taking everything to heart and being sensitive wouldn’t bother him, it would let him know that you do in fact have a conscious and he would rather that than you to be heartless. You would apologize to him for being so sensitive and he would just brush it off as no big deal, claiming that you shouldn’t feel sorry for how you feel.

Esme : It doesn’t bother her at all. She’s sensitive herself so she understands completely. The jokes would be lighthearted since you take everything to heart, but it would be easy for her because of her compassionate nature. She would be the one to stick up for you if she sees that something is bothering you, telling people to leave you alone. She will tell you it’s okay and that you shouldn’t worry about what people have said to you. She always will make sure to pour kind words into you so you don’t have what someone said that stung, be carried in your heart.

Emmett : He doesn’t mean harm but he would definitely forget about your sensitive heart and would make jokes. When he sees you feel some type of way he would make sure to say things like, “It’s just a joke.” and “I didn’t mean it that way.” Because of his lighthearted personality who likes to make sure people have a good time, you would forgive him, knowing there was no malice behind it. He would defend you from other people who don’t take your feelings into consideration. It would be you to tell him that it’s okay and that he shouldn’t get upset. He just wants to see the smile on your face.

Alice : She would understand but she would want you to express your feelings if you felt a type of way about something. She doesn’t mind that your heart is sensitive, she’s in fact glad in away that you don’t have a cold heart and have feelings. If she jokes about something, she’s quick to say, “Just kidding” to the point where you would have to tell her that she doesn’t have to keep saying it. She can’t help it at times, she just wants to be extra careful and don’t want to be the cause of your feelings being hurt. She can be too careful at times.

Rosalie : It would take her a while to adjust to your feelings, she’s so used to giving it straight to people. She’s blunt so when you take what she says to heart, she often finds herself explaining that she didn’t mean it a certain way, she just wanted you to understand about something. She will apologize if you let her know that she hurt your sensitive feelings. She does encourages you to have thick skin, but in the end, she accepts your sensitive emotions to be apart of your personality. If someone else hurt your feelings though, she would want to give them hell.

Jasper : He understands since he can deeply feel your sensitive emotions. He doesn’t make jokes to make you feel some type of way. His wordplay makes you feel so secure that you don’t have to overthink on what he could’ve meant. Almost nothing but kind words are what pours out of his mouth. He likes to make you feel giddy inside and make you laugh more than anything so it doesn’t bother him that you have a sensitive personality. You tell him from time to time that he has a way with words.

Edward : He understands to a certain extent, depending on if he can read your mind or not. There will be times where he would be shocked that a certain remark that he made, made you take it to heart, but he will apologize with no problem. A few instances have happened where you would have to remind him of what he said that struck your sensitive feelings. Jokes would be made and one look on your face decides whether or not it resides well with you.

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flippinpancakes64 · 10 months ago

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Hello! I love your stuff and I wanted to request their response to:

Reader: Let me take care of you.

Them: It's rotten work...

Reader: Not to me...not if it's you.

Keep writing! You're amazing! (And I need something to read while I stay up)

Taking care of the Cullens

Ok ngl this ask has me giggling and kicking my feet

Jasper let me take care of you 😡😭❤️

Uhm and remember in my request rules thing where I said I don’t do narratives… i might be a big fat liar cause that’s what I did here… don’t come for me

And thank you so much for the kind words! Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We all know he has a bit of a complex when it comes to his worth and his humanity

He tends to get in his own head a lot

Especially when it comes to you and your relationship

He doesn’t really get jealous in the normal sense

He just sort of gets sad when he sees you with other people

It’s one day after school and Edward seems to be avoiding you. You’re sitting at the table with Emmett, Alice, Esme, and Jasper playing a card game.

Only Edward is nowhere to be found.

The game finishes, Alice winning and Emmett immediately going into ranting mode about how it’s rigged. You excuse yourself to go check on him.

You find him upstairs in the piano room, plunking away on the keys mindlessly. If he wasn’t a vampire and you didn’t know better, you would say he didn’t even notice you enter the room.

You stood behind him for a while, watching as his fingers danced over the ivory keys.

“It sounds beautiful” you say.

He doesn’t respond.

“Edward, what’s the matter? You’ve hardly spoken to me all day.”

“Do you ever wish I was human?”

The question catches you off guard.

“To wish for you to be human would be to change you, and I happen to love you just the way you are.”

He huffs, his fingers halting.

“But don’t you wish I was warm? Don’t you wish I could eat the foods you like, actually sleep next to you at night, grow old with you?”

You sit down next to him at the stool and take his hands in your own.

“What were you like when you were human?”

The change of subject seems to catch him off guard, his face twists slightly as he thinks. He pauses for a beat before answering.

“I was a bit of a troublemaker. My mom always said I was giving her grey hairs way too early. I didn’t do any of my schoolwork, I just wanted to go and be free.”

“Hm, sounds like the you that could sleep, eat, and grow old was a bit of a wild card. Not really my type. You know I prefer the sophisticated, musical type.”

He laughs at that, hanging his head down to press a kiss to your joined hands.

“So what you’re saying is you like the version of me without a soul better,” he says bitterly. You frown at that.

“No, I’m saying I like the you that I have now. I love you, Edward. I would never trade you for anyone else in the world whether they have a pulse or not.”

He’s quiet for a moment.

“You know this is how it will always be, right? I’ll always be here, trying some new way to push you away from me. To make you realize that you deserve better.”

“And I’ll always be here to take care of you and make sure you know that my mind will never change.”

“Taking care of me for the rest of your life… talk about the worst job you could get.”

“Only it won’t be a job. Not for me. Not when it’s for you.”

He looks at you then, finally. His big, black eyes staring into yours.

You’ve wished it before, but in this moment you wish you were the one who could read his mind instead of the other way around.

“You’re so stupid,” he smiles, and leans in for a kiss.

Maybe one day he’ll fully believe you.

Alice:

Alice has a tendency to shut down whenever there’s too much going on

Too many people are on the cusp of making decisions that could change their lives

It seems that every person she meets on the street has a vision attached

She can’t take it anymore

You find her curled up in a ball in her room, the TV playing a program you don’t think she’s watching.

Around her are scattered sketchbook pages, each one hastily ripped from the pad and thrown to the floor.

On these pages are drawings of buildings, people, animals, and tragedies. You catch the face of a woman who’s screaming as a bullet heads straight for her face. In another is an open room with a small grenade in the center.

No wonder she’s been so upset.

None of the pages show joy, every single one a warning of a disaster that’s just waiting to happen.

In front of her, there’s a stack of drawings that she’s flipping through. On one of them you catch what looks like your face, only it’s contorted in a scream. In another you see Jasper, but you can’t make out what’s around him.

“Alice,” you call out, and her head whips up. Maybe she hadn’t heard you like you thought she did. “What’s wrong?”

She looks at you like a deer in headlights for a moment, before her eyes glance back down to the papers in front of her.

“There’s nothing wrong. Not yet, at least.”

Her tone is grave. You can hear the desperation for an answer, or at least a break.

You sigh, and move to sit next to her. You reach to take the stack of papers from her, meeting no resistance. If she wanted to keep them from you, she could. But she knew now that fighting you was always going to be useless.

“Alice, I know you can’t control the fact that you see these visions. But you can control how much you obsess over them. This isn’t healthy.”

“I don’t need to be healthy. I can’t die or get sick.”

You sigh again. “That’s not what I mean and you know it. You can’t keep withering away in here obsessing over what might happen.”

“But-“

“No buts.” You say, throwing the stack of papers to the side. “How long ago did you have these visions?”

She thinks for a moment.

“Yesterday, I think.”

“Alright. Have they happened yet?”

“Well, no…”

“From what you saw, are they still a possibility now?”

“…they are… a very low possibility…”

You could see her reluctantly piecing together your words, clearly not wanting to admit her mistake out loud.

“Look, Alice, you know that I’m always touched by you looking out for me, but in moments like this I need to look out for you too.”

She looks into your eyes, then hangs her head again.

“But that’s not how it’s supposed to be. My gift, I should be the one taking care of you-“

“No. There is no ‘supposed to’ anything. Humans aren’t ‘supposed to’ be with vampires and yet here we are. So please just come with me and watch a movie or cuddle or something?”

She looks at you again, then. Staring into your eyes, then glancing around her room, at all of the papers, then back to you. She smiles slightly and floats up to her feet.

“Fine. But I’m picking the movie.”

Jasper:

This is a man who needs some serious love and reassurance

He’s always on edge around you, even if he plays it off like he isn’t

He’s just always so scared of hurting you or doing something wrong

And a lot of the time that manifests as him isolating himself to try and get you to leave him

It was gonna be one of those nights again.

A night that you would spend alone in the bed you were supposed to be sharing with the love of your life, Jasper.

But no. On a night like this, he’s out in the woods, far, far away. Stewing in his feelings and brooding.

You don’t even remember anything happening this time. Sometimes something can set him off; a jab from someone at school, a hug he gave you that ended up being WAY too tight, anything really. Anything that reminds him of how he’s not supposed to be with you.

But right about now, you’re sick of it.

The Cullens have taken to being quieter at night since you’ve started sleeping over a lot more, but you know they’re all here- all except for the one you want.

So it being 2 am won’t bother any of the other residents of the house. You roll out of bed and march your way over to the door, throwing it open (politely) and stomping down the steps.

Emmett is the first one you see, and you decide he’ll be perfect for the job anyway.

“What’s got you going, firecracker?” He asks.

“I need you to go find Jasper and bring him to me. Now. I need to talk to him,” you couldn’t help the anger and frustration that seeped into your voice. Lack of sleep will do that to you.

Emmett stood up straight and gave a stupid salute, “One loner coming right up, boss.”

And with that he was out of the door, and you trudged back upstairs to wait for your boyfriend.

You were laying in the bed, still trying desperately to go to sleep when you heard a light knock on the door. Your eyes flicked open to see Jasper standing in the doorway, looking completely out of place and uncomfortable.

All of your anger left instantly, all you saw was the sweet man who was far too worried for his own good.

You sighed and scooted over, patting the spot next to you.

“Come here, Jasper.”

A look of what could only be described as fear flashed across his face before he shook his head and muttered a small, “i can’t.”

You sighed again and stood up, making your way over to him. When you reached him, you stretched your arms out to take his face in your hands, his eyes wouldn’t meet yours.

“Look, Jas, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I have a pretty damn good idea. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“You don’t know that,” he says, looking into your eyes, something about the black made him look more human, more scared. “Vampires are already dangerous, but I’m the worst of the worst. You’ve found yourself a faulty cannon amongst rifles, darling.”

You frowned at his analogy, squeezing his perfect face in your hands.

“You are NOT faulty, you hear me? You are perfect. Perfect for me, at least.”

“The perfect man for you wouldn’t be tearing himself up inside trying not to kill you.”

“And a lesser man would have already done it.” He was shocked at that, stunned into silence. He hung his head slightly, not meeting your eyes once more.

“And what if I do hurt you one day? Would you ever forgive me? Could I ever forgive myself?”

“I don’t think you will. But if you do, Carlisle will put me back together and I’ll jump right back into your arms.”

His eyes bore into your soul as he stared at you like you were crazy.

“Why the hell would you do that? Come running right back to me?”

“To make sure you don’t hate yourself for too long. Now come on, I’m tired and I can’t sleep without my personal AC unit.”

He looked at you with disbelief. You knew he didn’t believe you, you don’t know if he ever will.

But that’s okay. You’ll keep him right here, and pull him back to you every time he runs away.

Eventually, he’ll understand that you love him.

Rosalie:

The topic of kids has always been a very touchy one for Rosalie

It’s all she’s ever wanted, and all that she still wants

Most days, the pain is not too much of an issue

But some days, it just gets to be too much

You and Rosalie were walking down the street, hand in hand as you strolled by the different shops and food stands.

The city was busy today, many young couples out and about, shopping, talking, kissing far too passionately to be in public, the usual.

“Rose, do you mind if we sit down for a bit? These shoes Alice chose for me look really nice, but they are so uncomfortable.”

She giggled, but nodded and led you both to a bench. You sat down with a heavy sigh, finally getting off of your feet after what felt like forever (even though it was only about an hour).

Across the way in the little park you’ve both found yourself in, a young couple is sitting on a bench.

The woman has long, flowing, blonde hair that frames her face in loose curls. She’s wearing a gorgeous floral-patterned dress, and on her left hand is quite possibly the biggest, gaudiest ring you have ever seen.

To her right, a man sits, one who bears a striking resemblance to you, regardless of gender.

And in the middle, a little baby. A perfect mix of the two, her hair and his eyes, her nose and his jawline, all swaddled in a cute little onesie.

You’re about to turn to Rosalie to point out the cute baby (she always loves to look and maybe go touch it if the parents allow her to) when you see that she’s already looking.

Her face is grave, like she’s looking at her own headstone. Her face is twisted in grief, and she looks on the verge of tears.

It takes you a second to connect the dots, but once you do, your heart clenches for her.

That woman looks like her, reminds Rosalie of herself. And the man looks like you. And that baby is what she wants, all she’s ever wanted. What she can’t have.

Babies are always hard for her, but this struck a deep chord.

“Rose… do you wanna go home?” You ask softly, not wanting to come off as pushy.

“…”

“Come on, let’s go,” you grab her arm to pull her up, she goes with you, but keeps her head craned back to the young couple the whole time.

Once you’re far away, she breaks down. You’ve never seen a vampire cry, and that’s probably because they can’t. But if they could, Rosalie would be sobbing.

You know it’s bad because she doesn’t even care that she falls to the floor in this dirty, nasty alleyway. Normal Rosalie would rather die 100 times over than get her clothes dirty, especially here.

You sit down next to her, letting her dry heave and gasp into your shoulder, her wails breaking your heart.

You’re helpless here. Cause what can you really do? You can’t give her a kid, she can’t give you one either. You can’t go back in time and stop her from being killed. And you can’t go back and steal that baby from that couple (even though you kind of really want to).

So you just hold her.

You run her hair, pat her back, kiss her head, and whisper into her ear. How much you love her, how she’s perfect, how it’s okay, how you don’t think less of her.

Once she’s calmed down and her breathing has slowed, she looks up at you.

“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t be seeing this side of me.”

“What? I want to be here for you, Rose. I know I can’t fix this for you, but at least I can-“

“Fix it? Darling, don’t worry about fixing me. I’m already completely broken, there’s nothing to fix.”

With that you just take a moment to look at her. Her face screams that she is broken. In her soul, at least. Her and Edward are a lot more similar than they like to think.

“Rosalie. You are not broken. There is nothing wrong with you.”

She scoffs at that. “I’m not human. I’d say that’s pretty wrong. Not to mention the fact that I can’t even look at a couple with a baby and not want to violently kill someone.”

“And that’s okay.”

She scoffs again.

“No, really, Rose. I mean it. I’m never ever going to think less of you for something like this. You went through something I can never even imagine and now you’re left to pick up the pieces. Just let me help you.”

She looks at you, her eyes staring into yours. The grief that she’s feeling is evident. But deep in her eyes, you see a touch of something else. Trust, maybe.

“You know, you’re gonna be picking up pieces for the rest of your life.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind. Not if it’s you.”

Emmett:

He likes to pretend to be all big and bad all of the time

But in reality, he's still a person

He just has a hard time remembering that sometimes

You don't know where he got all of that energy from.

I mean, realistically, you know that he can never get tired.

But really, even for a vampire this was unnatural.

Some nobody in school had challenged him to an arm wrestle. Of course, he can never resist. He grabbed the guy's hand and prepared to pummel him, only to flinch and have his hand thrown down against the wood of the desk.

The guy had one of those fake shock things in his hand, and as soon as Emmett clamped down it vibrated like crazy.

To say he was pissed would be an understatement.

And now he was taking all of that anger out on the trees around the Cullen house.

"That-" punch "fucking-" punch "ASSHOLE!" punch punch punch

It had been days. And you were honestly getting worried. He hadn't hunted in those days, much less came inside the house. You're surprised the park ranger hasn't come knocking yet.

You heard a hollowed cracking sound and looked to see Emmett standing triumphantly as a rather large oak tree fell to the ground, followed by a guttural roar from the man.

"Emmett," you called, barely above a whisper. But you know he heard you. "Come over here please."

He looks at you with a slightly guilty look, the anger from before fading away as he hangs his head and trudges over to you. He stops just a few feet in front of you, lamely kicking the rocks beneath his toes as he avoids your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s that stupid fucking guy-“

“No,” you stop him, putting your hand up to silence him. “What’s actually wrong? Don’t tell me you’re seriously this pissed about losing an arm wrestling match with some nobody.”

He just stood there in silence for a second. You took this chance to stand up and grab his face in your hands, instantly he leaned in, perching his head on your palms.

“I just… need to be strong. That’s what I am, I need to be strong,” he whispered, his voice coming out shy and meek.

You just smiled at him sadly and rubbed his cheek.

“I can be strong too you know. So every once in a while you can let me take care of you instead.”

He laughed at that.

“You, strong? As if. I could fold you in half!”

You punched him lightly in the arm.

“You jerk! I’m trying to be sentimental!”

He laughed again and grabbed your hands, bringing them back up to their previous spot cradling his face.

“Ok ok, serious sentimental time.”

You just laughed and kissed him.

Esme:

She has a bad habit of overreacting

Just a dash of anxiety

So when something-anything happens to you, she freaks out

This is bad.

Like really, really bad.

You were supposed to be driving to go see Esme at the Cullen house, but of course your piece-of-shit car decided that now would be a perfect time to break down.

Too far away from home to walk back, too far away from the Cullens to walk there, and the nearest anything was also too far.

Not to mention the snow covering the ground didn’t really entice you to get out of your still-warm car.

So you tried calling someone to come get you.

Only, of course there’s no service out here because why would there be.

Just your luck.

You weigh your options, and decide that walking is just gonna have to do.

You didn’t pack a winter coat because you didn’t think you’d be outside for this long, but you had a blanket stored in your backseat and it was better than nothing.

So off you trekked through the freezing cold winter storm to the Cullen house.

Inside, Esme was (in)patiently waiting.

Your favorite meal was waiting for you, already plated and getting colder by the second on the dining room table.

You said you were on your way 30 minutes ago. It takes about 30 minutes to get from your house to their house.

So where were you?

Her ears perked at the sound of a slowly beating heart coming from down the driveway.

It didn’t sound like one of the foxes or deer that roam around this time of year. No, it sounded a bit bigger, a bit more human.

She was out the door in a flash. Before anyone had the chance to ask what she was doing she was by your side.

“Oh my god, honey, why are you out here?!”

“An angel…” and then you collapsed.

Cue Esme absolutely freaking the fuck out.

She has you in front of a lit fireplace, a heating blanket rested over your shoulders and a warm towel on your head.

She’s pacing back and forth in front of you. She wants to hold you so bad, to kiss you, cuddle you, protect you. But she can’t. She’ll just make the shivers wracking your body even worse.

“Es…” you croak, your eyes blinking open finally.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? How are you feeling? Why were you out there? Where’s your car? Why didn’t you call me?”

“Shhhh,” you whisper, bringing your finger up to shush her. “Just come here.”

You open up your blanket in an invitation to her.

“Are you out of your mind? I can’t cuddle with you right now, I’ll freeze you!”

“Please, you deserve to be taken care of too.”

She crumbles at that, you can see the resolve leaving her face. And then she figures that you won’t get too cold with the heated blanket and everything.

She cuddles up next to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and ducking her head into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been there. And least of all I shouldn’t be such a mess right now.”

“It’s okay to be a mess, I’ll always be here to hold you.”

Carlisle:

No one really talks about the stress of being a pretend father for a bunch of eternal teenagers

Really, it’s a blessing that he doesn’t need sleep and isn’t affected by long hours

But despite that, he still gets so worn out

Today had been a long day for Carlisle.

It was student-teacher conference day. And while that’s not usually an issue since he always tells the kids to behave, Emmett decided it was necessary to punch a kid last week.

To be honest, Carlisle didn’t really care if the kid was a bully or not, all he viewed it as was something more drawing attention to them.

On top of that, the cattiness between Edward and Rosalie seemed to be especially bad today.

They were at each other’s throats for the better part of the day, and nothing would get them to separate.

At work, at least a dozen new patients showed up. A factory that was close by had a gas leak, very minor. None of the people were harmed at all, but many still insisted on going to the clinic.

Carlisle’s not one to discourage people from getting checked out, but he is one to tell people to go home when they’re fine, which everyone was.

But these people kept insisting something was wrong. A boy with a broken arm had to wait for three hours for a room to open up because the factory workers refused to leave.

By the time he got home, he was exhausted, you could tell. His eyes were heavy, as were his footsteps. His hair was disheveled, he had clearly been running his fingers through it all day from the stress.

He looked like a mess. But even then, he greeted you with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

He always takes such good care of you, whether you’re sick or not, he’s always there with whatever you want.

Now it’s your turn.

“Carlisle, are you busy?” You ask, peeking into his home office. Even after the super long day, he’s a man of habit.

“Not particularly,” he turns to look at you, setting his pen down, “why?”

“Follow me.”

You lead him to the bathroom, where a nice, warm back is drawn. Complete with lilac scented bath oil and two candles lit on the sink.

“The bath looks beautiful, darling. I’m sure the lavender will be great for your skin.”

“Oh, it’s not for me,” you quip. All he does is raise an eyebrow. “It’s for you. I know you’ve had a long day, so go relax and meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.”

You don’t give him a chance to argue before you leave, shutting the door tightly behind you.

He emerges about 30 minutes later, still toweling his hair off.

“Ok now come on over here,” you pat the bed next to you, motioning him to sit there. Again, all he does is quirk and eyebrow but he obliges.

You take the remote to the TV in yours and Carlisle’s room, turning on his favorite movie. A classic one from the silent film era.

“But this… I haven’t seen this movie in years… how did you get it?”

“That’s the beauty of streaming platforms.”

You both sit in silence for a while, Carlisle seemingly happy to just watch his favorite movie after so long. Eventually, he turns to look at you with an inquisitive expression.

“So, what’s all this for?”

“What, am I not allowed to take care of you from time to time?”

He laughs slightly at that.

“A human taking care of a vampire, how twisted.”

You grab his face between your hands at that, drawing him close and looking deep into his yellow eyes.

“It’s not if I want to do it, and I would move the Earth for you.”

“Hopeless romantic,” and with that he kisses you.

Vampire! Bella:

She tends to… shut down

We all know how she was when she couldn’t be with Edward

That translates over

It really wasn’t supposed to be that big of a deal.

Your Spanish class was going to be taking a two week trip to Spain.

Only, Bella wasn’t in Spanish. This time around, she chose to take French. Which was all fine and good, until it meant that she couldn’t go with you.

Cue two weeks of endless calls and texts.

On the phone with you , she sounds fine. But from your calls with Alice, she’s not doing too hot.

She hasn’t been hunting since you’ve been gone, she’s completely stopped going to class, and she also hasn’t talked to anyone in the house.

It’s the last night of your trip, you’re in your hotel room, the girl you’re sharing with is sound asleep in the other bed, but you know one girl who’s never asleep.

You call Bella’s number, and she answers instantly, like she’s been waiting all day for you to call. In all honesty, she probably has.

“Hey, what are you up to?” You can hear the attempt to be nonchalant in her voice, but her eagerness gives her away.

“Oh nothing, I just got off the phone with Alice… wanna tell me why you didn’t leave our room today? Or yesterday? Or the day before?”

You can hear her pause on the line, like she’s trying to come up with a convincing lie, but eventually she sighs.

“I just… I’ve just been missing you a lot, is all. I want you here next to me, I feel incomplete without you.”

Yowch. Right through the heart.

You decide then to help in some way, you don’t know how immediately, but you have to do something.

So you start to hum.

Whenever you have a bad day, Bella hums the song her mom used to sing to her. You always ask her to, and even though she says she isn’t a great singer, she indulges you anyway.

Sometimes it’s the only thing that can stop you from a panic attack or calm you enough to go back to sleep after a nightmare.

You hear her gasp slightly before y he sound of sheets rustling, presumably her laying her head down.

You go through the whole song twice over, Bella never telling you to stop or joining you.

After your voice fades out and the line stays dead for a moment, you swear you can hear Bella overthinking.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that. I’m an apex predator. I shouldn’t be so upset whenever you leave for a little bit.”

You laugh lightly at that, and you can hear her scoff across the line.

“I don’t mind. Especially when it’s you. Bella, I love you and I would do anything for you.”

“Even if I’m a beautiful monster who was designed to kill you?”

“Even if you did kill me, I would hope that my blood nourishes you for months on end.”

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