#jasper hale fanfic

[iconicstoner]

I read your love bites and apologies story and I was thinking something similar but opposite!! Reader loves the hickeys and can't get enough of them! Like reader is always covered in hickeys!!! Maybe there's a situation with reader's parents or something, and reader uses it as a way to rebel or something! Idk! Just do whatever you want!!!

If you don't want to write this, that's totally cool!

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a/n: Thank you so much for this request! It was so fun to write and I hope you like what I came up with lol. I also am really glad you enjoyed one of my other stories!

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gn!reader x jasper hale (smut)

words: 910

summary: you decide to rebel against your parents by letting Jasper mark you all over, but it quickly turns to even more than that.

“Woah darlin’, calm down now,” Jasper tells you, keeping one hand in your hair. Your mouth is on his icy cold neck, leaving kisses everywhere. He doesn’t have blood, so he can’t get hickeys, but if he could then he would’ve been covered by now. He tried again to tell you to calm down, but all he could focus on was your warm breathe on his neck.

“You always cover me in hickeys, so maybe it’s my turn,” you tell him with a smirk. You’re sitting in his lap, the two of you on his bed, and despite the fact you’re looking down at him, he’s in full control.

  “You don’t like when I leave marks on you?” he asks, already knowing the answer. He gives that perfect smile that’s been burned into your memory. 

“I love it,” you whisper sensually in his ear. You hear a low moan in the back of his throat as he grabs you by the waist. He lifts you up and roughly places you down on the mattress below him. 

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna leave you covered by the time we’re done here. Everyone will know you’re mine,” he tells you. 

“I was hoping you’d say that,” you respond. 

“Why’s that?” he asks with a grin. You think back to the fight with your parents you’d had before you’d left home. You fell asleep without a shirt on, your parents noticed one of the hickeys on your chest, and they were not pleased. You assured them that it was fine. You still had amazing grades, great relationships with your friends, and your own hobbies, but they hated the idea you were having sex, especially not with someone they didn’t trust, like Jasper.

Jasper lifts up your chin, kissing you your jaw, bringing you back into reality.

“My parents and I are fighting about you again,” you say between breathy moans, “they think you’re a bad influence.”

“I am,” he said while slipping his hand under your shirt. You wanted to listen to his thick southern accent forever, hearing him call out your name in it. You tugged at his shirt, lifting it up. He quickly took it off, and you did the same with your own. Your chest was now exposed and he began kissing you all over. He left hickeys up and down your chest, your waist, your neck, everywhere. Anywhere he could reach your soft, warm skin he pressed his tongue to it. He knew neither of you would be satisfied until you were fully covered in hickeys.

He pulled away from you, slowly unbuckling his pants just to tease you. He unbottoned your pants next and pulled them off you, leaving kisses along your hips. He pulled down your undewear just enough to expose you and began to kiss you there. He licked your bare skin slowly, causing you to buck your hips with excitement. 

He moved back up to your neck, kissing and leaving hickies there again, but he kept a firm grip on your hips. His mouth trailed down to your collarbones, and left more marks there. You knew he was trying to tease you. As he pulled away to let you gasp for air you looked noticed a tent in his boxers, and you knew you craved him. He began to slowly grind against you, his hard pressing up against you in the most satisfying way, causing you to beg for him.

“Please Jasper, I need you,” you moaned out. He began to kiss and suck one of your nipples. You jumped in pleasure as he put one of his cold hands between your thighs, roughly spreading them open. He stopped kissing your chest, and began to kiss you. His tongue was in your mouth, his hard cock was rubbing against you, and you were in pure bliss. He pulled away from the kiss and pushed a few strands of hair out of your face.

“Oh darlin’, I’m not even done with my tongue yet,” he told you before moving back down between your thighs. He grabbed you by the hips and began to tease you with his tongue. He traced it along your inner thighs, causing your hips to jump again.

“Please, Jas,” you begged. You saw him smile up at you before begining to give you head. His tongue moved in the most perfect ways. He kissed and licked you everywhere, and you had never felt more pleasure. His hands were firmly gripped on your thighs, and his tongue moved swiftly. You let out shaky mones as your got closer to your climax, but his movements never faltered. Before you could even register the thought, you had already came. Your legs were shaking from the pleasure.

He sat up, brushing more hair out of your face. He wiped some sweat off of your face before gently kissing your forehead. It was hard to tell if you liked him more gentle and sweet or rough and dominating. You sat up, resting in his arms. The two of you peacfully laid there, skin to skin, for what could’ve been forever. He shifted and got out of bed, having to force himself to let go of your hand. 

“It’s getting late,” he told you as he gathered both of your clothes. “You should get home before it’s dark, or else I might have to punish you next time,” he whispered seductively as he left a final hickey on your neck. 

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Rosalie and Jasper talking about reader who is sleeping peacefully but had a nightmare episode a few nights ago

Can't Escape the Nightmares

Pairing(s): Jasper Hale x Human!Reader, platonic!Rosalie Hale x Human!Reader

Warnings: mentions of past assault, mentions of past rape, noncon themes discussed, reader is jasper's mate, platonic!rosaliexreader, human!reader, nightmares, trauma, ptsd, dark content, mention of blood, brief mention of murder/death, short

Words: 624

Cradle (pt2)

Rosalie pets your hair with the tenderest of fingers as you slept with your head on her lap, head cushioned by a pillow. Your mate Jasper was off with Emmett and Edward for a boy's night. Which was quite unfortunate as he was one of the few who could subdue your nightmares that constantly plagued you. Thankfully you found the same sense of calm when you were with Rosalie.

She'd left a text to Jasper, telling him to come home when he gets the chance but that was a while ago. Maybe he didn't have cell service out there.

Drawing the blanket closer to you, Rosalie makes sure you're bundled so her naturally cold skin doesn't make you freeze. What she would give to be able to see into your dreams to make sure they were sweet. You'd been through enough in the waking world, you shouldn't have to suffer them again as you slept.

Was it really only four years ago that she followed the sound of your screams into the woods and found you being assaulted in the worst ways possible. When she saw you there, she was taken back to a time where Rosalie was in a similar scenario. There was no prior thinking involved in her decision to rescue you and kill the men responsible.

She didn't even know what she'd do with you once she finished killing them. When Rosalie gazed down at your dirty face and trembling body she was not willing to leave you out there by yourself. You were swiftly brought to the Cullen house so Carlisle could attend to you.

And from there. . . you and Jasper fell in love. You were there to stay.

The back door alarms ding, Rosalie nearly jumps to her feet before she remembers you were fast asleep using her for comfort.

She needn't even budge. In a second, Jasper was in the living room with them. Eyes brimming with concern when he regards your sleeping form. "Was it bad?"

Rosalie hums and resumes stroking your head. "She's had worse."

Jasper kneels down so that he could get close to kiss the bridge of your nose. You'd been doing so well this past month; no nightmares for several consecutive days and it looked to be keeping strong. Of course the one night you push Jasper out to join his brothers in hunting would be the night you'd get a nightmare.

"Remember what Carlisle told us." Rosalie reminds Jasper in a warm yet warning tone. "It's from her PTSD. She may never really recover. All we can do is help her when she's suffering from it." Maneuvering herself so that Jasper had easier access to you, he picks you up blankets and all.

He often thinks back to the day Rosalie brought you home. Bruised, naked, dirty and so terrified that your bottom lip couldn't stop trembling. Bright red was splashed across Rosalie's face and even dyed parts of her hair where blood had spattered on. Time itself had stopped in that moment. Rosalie holding you looked like a painting from Titian.

It was funny, the contrast between how Rosalie treated you compared to Bella. Night and Day. From that day on, Rosalie always kept an eye on you similar to a mother hen. It didn't surprise anyone in the family, knowing what Rosalie had gone through was quite similar to what had happened to you. A morbid, kindred familiarity that made Rosalie soften up to you.

"Thank you, for being there for her." Jasper whispers. Unequivocal tenderness warms Rosalie's eyes as she watches Jasper hold you.

"Don't be stupid." her voice mellow like a drip of honey. "Even if you didn't want me to be, I'll always be there for her."

[bambieyedoll]

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past lovers - jasper hale x reader

“i’ll find you” his words started to fade for you even more as you laid helplessly on his arms. “i swear i’ll find you” jasper desperately hugged your delicate body against his chest as he let the tears fall from his red eyes. “please, forgive me” his voice broke once again while repeatedly asking for your forgiveness. jasper looked down at you and his hand tenderly caressed your cheek one last time before you closed your eyes forever.

[vanteguccir]

family reunion | jasper hale

Jasper Hale x reader | Cullen family x reader (platonic) | Mikaelson family x reader (platonic)

Summary: When Edward decides to leave Bella behind for her own safety, Y/N take the lead to take the Cullens to the town where she grew up, with her only concern being how to explain for them her real there.

Warning: None.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Edward, if you really want to disappear... I know a place we can go." Y/N said, looking directly into the mind reader's eyes, hoping to see some kind of emotion there.

Y/N could imagine the mess that was in Edward's head, the fact that he had, or rather, wanted to leave Bella behind for the girl's own safety was killing him from the inside, and despite feeling angry at the quick choice he made, she couldn't judge him. Y/N could never see herself away from Jasper, just imagining the possibility made her frozen heart hurt.

"Where?" Rosalie chimed in, looking at Y/N waiting for her response.

"New Orleans." She responded a few seconds later, feeling everyone's eyes focus on her.

Everyone in the Cullen family had a story that began at their birth and, often, ended with their last breath before becoming creatures of the night, stories of when their surname was something else, not Cullen.

Each one took their own time to reveal this story to the others, but it was never difficult for Y/N, after all, her life was normal before anything else... Right?

The vampire was born in London, but at the age of thirteen she moved to New Orleans with her mother after her parents divorced for reasons that Y/N didn't know to this day. Her mother chose New Orleans based on the idea that her parents, Y/N's grandparents, lived there and her ancestors came from there too.

From the age of thirteen, Y/N discovered the culture of New Orleans and grew up surrounded by it: street parties, blues players on every corner, restaurants open 24 hours a day, bright night bars and so on. At least that's what Y/N told her new family.

The truth is that the girl came from a lineage of extremely strong and well-known witches in the supernatural world, the Mikaelsons. Anyone who is smart enough would have a question mark in their mind now, after all, the Mikaelsons who are still alive are all vampires and vampires don't procreate, right? Right!

But what if part of the story has never been told? Not in bedtime stories, at least.

Niklaus' father was not the only affair Esther had, the mother of the Mikaelson family had a thing for supernatural beings and, therefore, in addition to werewolves, Esther became involved with a great wizard at the time, from the Bishop lineage.

Wizards weren't as well known at the time, as everyone focused on the female image within witchcraft, sometimes with curious eyes and sometimes with evil ones, but that doesn't mean they didn't exist, and Esther not only found one, she had a daughter with him.

Five years before Esther decided to turn her children into bloodthirsty creatures, she gave birth to Agnes Bishop-Mikaelson. Knowing the gigantic problem it would create if she showed up at home with another daughter in her arms, after her 9-month "trip", and that the child was not Mikael's, Esther decided to leave Agnes with her father and pretend that she never existed, completely removing the name Mikaelson from the child.

And it worked, no one from the Bishop family ever looked for her throughout her life and eternity, but that doesn't mean that the story of having remnants of a Mikaelson in the family tree wasn't passed on.

And Y/N, from the age of thirteen, grew up surrounded by infinite grimoires of her lineage, listening to stories told by her grandparents and mother, finally being able to understand why she could make fire light out of nowhere or objects levitate.

But although the girl saw her magic as a salvation, it was her downfall as well.

After the death of her grandparents, her mother became lost in grief and loneliness, going to the other side of the veil a few months later, leaving Y/N alone in a world of supernatural beings who would do anything to kill her if they knew about her great-great grandmother.

It didn't take much for the story of Esther's secret daughter to be revealed, and consequently, the existence of Y/N. Beings from all over the United States began to appear to the girl, wanting her life in exchange for revenge, and then her ancestors began to haunt her dreams trying to help her, but Y/N didn't understand that, and the situation only left everything worse for her.

Until one day, a charming man wearing a suit that was too expensive to wear on any given day appeared at the door of her house, offering protection and help in exchange for explanations.

Elijah was extremely helpful after understanding what his mother did to the Bishop lineage, being grateful that Y/N had no reservations in showing him all the grimoires and diaries of her ancestors, revealing the complete truth.

And with that Y/N was welcomed by the Mikaelson family, being able to train her magic with Esther's grimoires too, despite not having any physical help, since Kol, one of the Mikaelson brothers, was sleeping in some kind of coffin and Freya was dead, or something like that.

But it was one night when Y/N was walking alone through the streets of New Orleans, eager to return to the home of who she considered family, when everything was stolen from her.

An old and strong enemy of Esther appeared accompanied by reinforcements and not even with all of Y/N's still little knowledge would she have been able to stop them, the girl had only recently started studying strong magic and blamed herself for it, despite it not being her fault.

The girl was kidnapped and taken to a warehouse far from the entrance to New Orleans, surrounded by orchards, where she was tortured for hours, or was it days?

With the little strength she had left, Y/N was able to escape a few meters away from the warehouse, and it was there that she was found by Esme, who at the time was looking for fragrant apples to decorate the counter of her temporary home with her family.

Y/N could never be able to thank Esme enough for saving her life that day, if it weren't for the eldest, she would not have survived, already extremely weak and with fractures that caused irreversible damage to her organs, which would only lead to a slow death. Therefore, when Esme arrived at his house suddenly with the young woman in his arms, Carlisle spared no time before transforming her.

And then Y/N Cullen's new life began. She knew that hiding the whole truth wasn't right, but the last thing she wanted was to put the Cullen family in danger, already putting them at risk enough just by being with them.

"Are you sure you're ready to go back there, my love?" Jasper's question interrupted Y/N's triggered memories, and the girl was momentarily grateful that, with her magic, she could block Edward's reading.

"Yes, it's time to face those fears. Pack your bags, we'll leave at nightfall." Y/N informed decisively, turning around and going to her shared room with Jasper, finally being able to take a deep breath and organize her mind.

She needed to tell them before they put a foot in New Orleans, the girl knew that Niklaus would know of her arrival within seconds and she definitely didn't want to cause any more drama.

Y/N took out her phone and opened the contacts, her finger hovering over Elijah's contact, sighing and closing her eyes tightly before locking the screen, her last meeting with the Mikaelsons wasn't one of the best; Niklaus demanded that Y/N return home, despite her type of vampire being different, while Rebekah blamed herself for not having protected her enough before that night and Elijah tried to calm the whole situation, also begging her with his eyes to return to them, they missed her company, but she knew she couldn't, not at the time.

The girl shook her head, trying to shake off the thoughts, and picked up her and Jasper's bags, starting to organize the piles of clothes that she would take for both of them.

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"There, everyone's ready?" Emmett asked after loading all the bags into the four cars and closing the trunk of the last one. Everyone responded with a simple wave and got into their respective cars, Y/N heading to the car she would use with Jasper, getting into the passenger seat and waiting for the long journey to begin.

"Baby, what's going on? Ever since you decided to take us to New Orleans you've been quiet. You know if you don't want to go there, we can aways choose another place-" Jasper began, his right hand on Y/N's thigh as his eyes remained on the road in front of him, casting quick glances at his girlfriend.

"No Jas, I'm fine, just thinking... I wasn't completely truthful with you guys about my life before I turned." She said, looking closely at Jasper, waiting to see his reaction, but only received a nod as if to say "you can continue, I'm all ears". "I think it would be better for everyone to listen." Y/N muttered, pulling out her phone and quickly starting a group call with one person from each car.

"Y/N? Unless Jasper lost his hand, I don't see why you're calling us. Your car looks great." Rosalie was the first to answer, being in the car behind Jasper and Y/N.

Y/N let out a laugh while Jasper rolled his eyes, Rosalie could be sarcastic when she wanted.

"Hello to you too, Rose. I'm just calling you all because I think I should tell you everything before we get to New Orleans. I wasn't completely truthful in the life story I told you before." Y/N began, beginning her long and tragic life story, smiling small when she had everyone's attention.

"This is all... Wow." Alice muttered from Edward's car. "How come I didn't see any of this?"

"Like I said, I'm a witch, and even with the transformation, for some reason, my magic wasn't interrupted or broken, in fact it became stronger and I have more control over it, that's why you only see me in some of your visions and Edward only hears some of my thoughts, I decide what you can see and hear." Y/N explained, seeing a sideways smile spread across Jasper's face, he knew she didn't mention him because she didn't hide her emotions from him, she never did.

"I think it's a lot of information to digest in a short amount of time, but we understand why you kept it from us for so long and I'm grateful that you wanted to protect us all." Carlisle took the lead, followed by "uhum's" from everyone, Y/N sighed in relief.

"When we get there, are we going to stay at this Mikaelsons' house or...?" Alice asked, looking out the window at the constantly changing landscape.

"We're going to the house I grew up in, I never sold or rented it. It must be dusty, but I promise it's big enough for all of us."

"Just the fact that I won't need to sleep with Edweirdo makes it good enough for me." Emmett joked, everyone laughing simultaneously, which calmed the tension.

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It didn't take long for the traditional "Welcome to New Orleans" sign to appear up ahead.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, she couldn't imagine the Mikaelsons' reaction to seeing her again, so many years later. And she couldn't lie and say that she wasn't afraid of the Cullens' reaction to seeing what a mess her "other life" was.

The girl quickly took out her phone and opened the message group she shared with the Cullens.

"We arrived in the city that never sleeps, this is my home address, but you can just follow Jasper and I and we'll be there soon."

After sending the text, Y/N started giving Jasper directions to the entrances, trying not to look at the places they passed, as she knew she would get stuck in a memory loop. Finally, after many entrances, the girl saw the house where she spent her adolescence and early youth, smiling small as she felt her eyes fill with tears.

"It's that one over there." She said, pointing to the two-story house with a light pink fence in the front and pastel yellow curtains, just like her grandmother liked.

It wasn't long before the family found themselves unloading the suitcases from the cars and taking them to the living room, Emmett cracking jokes while Esme scolded him and Alice talked about all the clothing and shoe stores she saw on the way there.

A sound of approaching footsteps caught the family's attention, and they looked up to see a blond, green-eyed man approaching with an expression of anger and surprise.

"So it's true?" He spoke up, making Y/N freeze in the middle of the room, her hand dropping the backpack she was holding. "Y/N Bishop-Mikaelson everyone!" The man continued loudly with an ironic tone and sarcastic smile, opening his arms.

"Nik." Y/N whispered, closing her eyes tightly.

"Did you finally remember that you have a family, Y/N? Or did you come to ask for help with some nonsense you got into?" Niklaus asked rhetorically, staring at the entrance where he could see the girl's silhouette.

"Niklaus, please." Y/N spoke, turning and leaving the house, stopping a few meters away from the older man.

The hybrid stopped for a few seconds, analyzing the girl he saw as a daughter before she disappeared from his life, and the only girl Niklaus would set the world on fire if necessary, besides his brothers.

"Why did you come back?" He asked, crossing his arms, as if he was in charge of the city, which in a way is not a lie.

"We were in trouble in Forks and needed some time away." She responded with a sigh, quickly glancing at the Cullens behind her, who were paying attention to the moment without trying to interfere.

"Problems?" Nik paused for a second, a thread of worry passing through his eyes, which was quickly drowned out. "And do you find refuge here?" His nervous tone returned.

"Yes Niklaus, if you don't remember, I grew up here and my entire lineage is from here, I have the right to return to my home." Y/N argued, taking a rigid stance, pointing to her own chest.

"Oh, now New Orleans is your home? Funny how-"

"That's enough Niklaus." A second male voice came before the vision of a dark-skinned man wearing an expensive suit emerged.

"Great, a family reunion! Just what I needed right now." Y/N spoke with false excitement, rolling her eyes.

"Good to see you too Y/N." Elijah spoke, stopping next to Klaus and looking at everyone behind the Mikaelson girl, noticing their uncomfortable expressions at the sudden encounters and barbs exchanged between Nik and Y/N. "Why don't we have dinner at our house with everyone and... talk? We miss you Y/N and it would be great to meet the ones you consider family. If they're important to you, they're important to us too." He finished, sending a quick smile to the Cullens and receiving ones in return.

It would be long months.

[velvetcloxds]

ALWAYS THE BRIDESMAID | J.H.

pairing: jasper hale x cullen!reader

word count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you think it’ll be worth it?”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[truetogaia]

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

the aesthetic has me curling up in bed crying 🤧

[local-crying-boy]

Alice Cullen x Jasper Hale X GN!Reader

If you were their second mate - meeting them (human reader)

Well, we all know about these two stunning vampires and their literal perfect relationship with one another.

But what if there was another?

You. Obviously.

Alice saw you coming at first, the whole ideal of having a second mate was confusing to everyone. It was unheard of and, yet, it happened.

Some of the Cullens questioned it, but Alice and Jasper were just happy they could share their love to another person.

Granted, Jasper was worried about having a human mate. He was afraid that he’d hurt you, of course.

When you first came to Forks, when he first saw you at school, it took literally every fibre in his body, every humane ideal and moral he still had to not pounce at your neck.

Alice was able to see it just in time, and Edward and Emmett were able to get him out of school just in time.

Safe to say, you had heard of the two, but it took just over two weeks before you were even able to see them.

You’d heard of them because, well, who hadn’t heard of every single one of the Cullens?

You heard of how some (all) of the students at Forks viewed the Cullens, they were all stunning, but no one ever really knew them.

You were intrigued, obviously.

You’d heard of Alice and Jasper, but you’d never see them at school until almost a month. How odd.

You’d first met Alice, she was in one of your classes - English.

You’d been seated in the empty chair next to hers when she was absent at school, much to your dismay because you didn’t have anyone to sit with and you couldn’t catch up quick enough.

Thankfully, however, when Alice finally was present at school, she offered to lend you some of her notes so you could catch up on the school’s specific curriculum.

It had sparked up conversation, that’s for sure.

Even if it was only about the work, she was enjoying every second of it and couldn’t wait until the time you had a real conversation - outside of the topic of schoolwork.

Which was why, when you forgot to bring her detailed notes (and I mean detailed) to school one day, she jumped at the chance to talk to you again.

You’d apologised over and over, feeling so incredibly guilty over fact that you forgot her notes at home. And she remained unbothered because she never really needed those notes, though you didn't know that

And Alice being the good conversationalist she is, she was able to drag out conversations and turn them into where she got to learn more about you.

Quick and easy friends, you two became close in no time! (Which was exactly what she saw)

Meeting Jasper was much more harder.

You were in one of his classes, but he was no where near you. In fact, you’d been on the other side of the classroom.

It was both a blessing and a curse.

He was thankful that he didn’t have to risk being near you since he was already struggling with him, but he knew about all the fun times you and Alice were having and he was missing out!

Of course, it took a little longer for you to even realise he was in your class. He wasn't in for your first two weeks of school.

It not like you didn't realise he wasn't in your class, it was that the name didn't register in your name when the teacher would do the register at the beginning of every class.

You'd heard the name 'Jasper' and, therefore, the lack of the response. So, naturally, you didn't pay any attention to it. He wasn't in, you didn't know him and he was on the other side of the classroom.

However, when you did end up meeting Jasper, it was only because you needed to talk to Alice.

You didn't know many other people in your class, well, there wasn't many people that you enjoyed the company of - especially in comparison to Alice's.

You didn't enjoy the amount of attention that was brought to you being the new student in Forks, and you didn't like most of the people in the school, only because they were only interested in befriending you because all the students in Forks clearly grew up with each other.

Regardless, you needed help on an English assignment that you didn't understand and you saw that Alice understood (since you saw she was able to half complete it after a few days of it being set)

So, naturally, you went over and asked for help. The assignment was too confusing to wrap your head around, and you'd only been in that class for a little while and it was definitely not long enough to understand your teacher's rambles.

Alice was happy to help, obviously (who could have seen that happening her definitely)

Because she was standing beside Jasper when you came over, she invited you over to her house so that three of you could work on the homework you were given.

You had anxiously agreed, without a doubt overthinking how to act when at their house because you hadn't been over to someone else's house in years. What if there was some unspoken rule that you didn't know about?

Of course, going over their house was no problem at all!

What did you have to worry about? A room full of vampires? Haha, don't be absurd!

Anyway, the three of you head up to a room and got on with your school work.

Alice helped you with your English homework and sometimes played stupid so that Jasper could get involved as well, since - of course - you were his second mate as well.

It was safe to say that after that day, the three of you got pretty close. You started to walk to History with Jasper, while also walking to English with Alice.

Although Jasper's 'twin' sister didn't like you very much, for no reason that you knew of, you got on pretty well with the rest of Alice's and Jasper's foster family (aside from Edward, who would be in his extra emo phase without having Bella to meet)

Masterlist

[samaraannhan20]

Jasper Hale Imagine: Heat Exhaustion

“This is the last time I let you go outside without sunscreen Darlin’” Jasper says to me, shaking his head as I slowly waddle my way into his house from my car. “Yeah, well, the store was out and I wanted to go to the beach anyway. So deal with it,” I say, still slowly making my way up the steps to his house. “It wasn’t even that sunny today, how did you manage this?” he questions as I finally make it up to where he is standing. “I was out there for a really long time. Like, a really really long time,” I say, putting my hands up as a shield between the two of us when he goes to hug me. “Don’t touch me. Everything hurts and I think there is a possibility I have heat exhaustion,” I say, and just as I finish saying it my teeth start chattering again from the uncontrollable tremors that are running through my body. “Let’s get you inside, and we’ll have Carlisle diagnose you. You told your parents you were staying here tonight, right?” he asks, as he follows close behind me during my slow trek the rest of the way into the house. “Yes, and they didn’t care this time because I’m in so much pain, I was complaining with every step I took.” As I finish saying that, he gives up, picks me up, and carries me into the house. “Hey! That hurt!” I shout as he carries me in. “Yeah, well, you were gonna wind up even more sunburnt if you didn’t hurry up and get inside, and it was painful for me to watch you try and walk up those steps.” He continues to gently carry me into Carlisle’s office, where Carlisle is already waiting. “Well,” he says, chuckling and shaking his head, “Now we know why you needed sunscreen so bad last time you went.” “Gee, thanks Carlisle. Telling me something I already know,” the crankiness in me from the heat and sunburn coming out. Jasper and Carlisle both chuckle, and Carlisle starts to do the doctor-y things, and before long he’s standing back from me, shaking his head. “Well, you were right. You have heat exhaustion. I’m going to hook you up to an I.V. that will get some hydration back in you, I still have them lying around from when Bella was pregnant. I’ll also give Jasper some medicated aloe gel to put on you, to help a bit. I also suggest going upstairs and taking a warm bath, that might help a bit.” “Can she take a bath while she's connected to the I.V.?” Jasper asks, feeling the pain I am through his ability, and wishing he could help me quicker. “If she’s very careful, yes. You go run the water, and I’ll get her started on the I.V., and I’ll make sure it is portable,” Carlisle says, and they both go off to start their different activities, while I sit still on the examination table that was still in the office. Well this is boring, I think to myself, having left my bag and my phone by the entryway, and not daring to move for fear of upsetting the sunburn(or my vampire boyfriend). Before too long, Carlisle comes back in the room carrying an I.V. in his hand. He sets it down behind me, and gently grabs my arm. “This is probably going to pinch a little” he says, before expertly and gently sticking the needle into my vein. “You know Carlisle, no doctor can ever get my vein on the first try. Must be a perk to being a vampire doctor,” I say with a slight chuckle, and he looks up and smiles. “Must be,” he says, and finishes putting the I.V. in. Jasper shows up in the doorway shortly after, and carefully picks me up and carries me to the bathroom. “Are you going to sit in here while I take my bath? Because I have my swimsuit in my bag if you are,” I say, knowing that he probably will want to sit with me. “Darlin’, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he says with a smirk. “Yeah, but your whole family is here, and I don’t want them to think badly of me,”  I say as he sets me down and starts to gently pull my shirt off. “Don’t worry, they won’t. Only Esme and Carlisle are here, for one, and Carlisle explained the situation to Esme. So you have nothing to worry about.” “Oh, okay then.” I slowly strip from the rest of my clothing, and then step gently into the water. At first it burns a little, but slowly I begin to get used to it, and my body stops hurting. “I don’t think this is a cure or anything, but it does feel kind of nice.” “Well, let’s wait and see how you feel when you get out. I looked it up while the tub was filling, and apparently as your skin dries out again it could hurt again. But, as soon as you get out, I'm going to gently rub aloe all over the red places, and that should help a bit. I think you should get out when your I.V. pack is empty,” he says, eyeing the clear bag sitting on the edge of the tub with us. We sit there in silence for probably another half an hour or so, and then Jasper helps me gently lift out of the tub. At some point he got my swimsuit out of my bag, after deciding that the best course of action would be to wear it until my sunburn hurts a lot less. After we finish all of the remedies that Carlisle gave us, Jasper helps me lay down on the bed in his room. He sits there gently running his cold hands over my back where the worst of the burn was. “Jas?” I say, laying there with my face squished on my forearms and a pillow. “Yes, baby?” “Thank you. I think if I had stayed at home I might have died from pain. Thank you for having Carlisle help me. And if you could, thank him for me. I don’t think I can move,” I say, ending with a slight chuckle.

[ginwhitlock]

summary: This was his duty, a sort of memorial, for when the time came for his brother to fly back from his roost, he would be able to turn his head, robotically shaking from left to right, and pat him on the shoulder, to congratulate or console depending on the outcome. AO3

TW: vampire-done stalking, touching while asleep, jasper being creepy, allusions to violence/killing/vampire stuff

He watches her then, in the small dark hours between when she finally lets sleep take her and the exact moment her body stops pretending it has the will to survive that. All slumped over herself, hard sharp ends of bones lying over stiff concrete joints. She is freezing, while he watches. Freezing and sniffling and grinding her teeth together. She never screams anymore. Just the jerking and the breathing and the clawing at her poor yellow sheets. Her father had bought them in an attempt to stop her from clinging to the lilac ones, covered in the undead not-scent his brother had left behind. Yellow, like the sun, which she always watched rise, like he did her.

His sun. His yellow-brown sky.

He started by pressing his face to the glass— the tip of his nose, the purse of his cupids bow. Hard clear clinking against even harder stone, like wind chimes. It used to be enough— just a fraction closer to the poor wounded animal they had left behind. He had claimed (in his mind, there was no one here to speak to anymore, expect the boy who ran the newspaper route as he walked her street after she woke and the antique store clerk who sold him his button downs and boots), that this was his duty, that watching was a sort of memorial, for when the time came for his brother to fly back from his roost, he would be able to shake his head, robotically shaking from left to right, and pat him on the shoulder, to congratulate or console depending on the outcome.

The human would die, he knew, in fifty days or fifty years, like they all did—at least she would have him, to give report, to share her small frail little girl story with the other creatures who truly had wanted her dead, or alive, or somewhere impossibly in-between.

It was a duty. It was right. It was respectable.

Jasper Whitlock knew many things, all of which (but a few) he had learned over the two centuries he had been dead himself, all expect for a small handful the nineteen-year-old version of him (who was not yet grave dead) had stumbled across before the river and the blood.

Fear ruins the meat.

And Bella Swan was all meat. Tender girl meat.

--- He always started to press closer, inching his teeth to make contact with the morning dew that had collected since he was there last. With no breath to warm it, the enamel never left its mark, despite an animal inside of him that wished it to, once, twice.

Next a hand would fingertip grip the wood bracing of the structure, wrapping his nails around the slider, begging it to stay silent, as he slowly but surely, each inch a multitude of minutes inside of his mind, pushed it open, rough peeling paint coming away on his stone hands. He wouldn’t let out a breath until it had slid far enough to let his wrist pass through, a habit from his human days, his palm connecting with the soft brushed wood of the inside windowsill. If God saw him just then, if He had watched him all these nights, like Jasper once thought as a boy (and still occasionally as a grown man, unstomached), He would see a fang-sharp pull of lips, an unblinking stare, a focused desire. He would see madness, he was sure. He thought even he could see it himself, in the reflections of ponds, in dust covered mirrors.

The shoulder came next.

By the time he had slithered through the window and came to crouched on the floor, softly, always softly, the time had eroded. He had a measly hour, usually less, to haunt her air. To sit beside her, to touch—only sometimes, when he thought it worth it, if she had showered that night and her hair was still somehow wet with the stench of shampoos and conditioners, it haloed around her skull, like some prophet in a book about the end of days. In The Book. In this one.

Special nights. This was one. He almost smiled, like his heart was still with him.

He always comes to his feet rapidly, like he could induce a head-rush if he tried hard enough. His boots were clean, he checked before he had even climbed up, and his steps were soft on her large rug, a new addition, he noted. Jasper always kept watch of anything she’d like or would pretend to like. It was a hobby, one he never acted on, he swore. Soldier’s honor.

He was breathing room away from her now, as close as he had ever let himself, close enough to stroke a single finger down her wrist, or her nose, or the side of her neck, pale and glistening from the sweat. He wanted to lick it up, horrible creature he was. To find the underbelly of her taste, to judge the rest of her. She was beautiful and frightening like this, scrunched together, her breathing hard and loud between them. He had killed humans in more ease, lost in better dreams. It would almost be mercy to put her down here, and now, Carlisle would understand. Alice, she’d see it before he did it. She’d tell the rest, ready the pyre, be the one to detach him from the girl, to break his fingers. His wife. He had never looked at her like this, like he would let her rip out his fangs and stomp on them. Mayhaps she’d lick up the venom that poured from the wounds, kitten she was still. She always wanted to be more monstrous, he could give that to her, for a few moments. Before the fire.

But no, no killing, merciful or not, beautiful or not, him or her. He would sit, this time, sit on the very edge of the mattress and watch, maybe a small stroke of her hair or her shoulder. Yes, he had decided, calm projecting towards her frailness, her spine straightening and softening as he perched. His rose and laid itself on the apex of her thin neck, just over her pulse, locks of hair twisting between his knuckles. He was content to lay, stock-still, there and just there, with the heat of her leeching into his palm for the next forty or so minutes, however long she let him before her waking hours, before her mind won over his gift.

Forty minutes he did not have.

Her eyes scrunched and then peered open, his body still and cold as a small slice of panic ran through him, like war bells. He refused to move even a centimeter, hoping she would return to the sandman and believe him a dream. Her eyes only opened more fully, and stared back at him, as if she had willed him into existence and was trying to make sense of it without screaming. His hand tightened on her neck, ready to squeeze if she did choose to.

She stayed silent for many moments. Brows furrowing, lines appearing around every feature of her face. Every emotion he could feel, and none of them were fear, just his own, permeating.

Her lips parted and her hips slanted underneath her quilt, a hand coming slowly across it to lay gently over the ditch of his elbow, “Have you come back for me?”

Her lashes fluttered as his teeth parted his lips and he blew a chilly breath across her face, unmoving still.

“Have you come to kill me?”

Jasper rose his chin upwards and looked down at her with slanted, dark eyes, his hand slowly releasing its hold on her throat, instead allowing his thumb to rub over her pulse point, finding it slow and steady and much softer than anything he had heard from her the past weeks. Her own hand tightened on his arm, awaiting his sentencing. He was… startled.

The monster, quick and pink and hungry, always hungry, always howling, always craving flesh and blood and more flesh, rumbled through his skull like a battle cry outside the gates of a sacked city. He had not come to scare her, to throw her to the wolves, to crucify her and bring back her heart as a trophy.

Fear ruins the meat.

He shook his head, just slightly, and leaned close to her own, now just a breath away, her brown saucer eyes flicking between his forehead and chin, his hands and his teeth.

“I’ve come to save you.”

He had been right, Bella Swan was sweet, inside, and out.

[ilguna]

☼ replica pt3 (Jasper Whitlock) ☼

summary; alice finds out the trust about you.

warnings; swearing, a couple threats.

wc; 1.3k

notes; i will not be making a part 4 to this. do not ask.

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If life somehow turns out the opposite of what you’re hoping for, and you end up teaching, then you’re going to make a vow to never hand out tests, ever. You get the purpose of them, it’s to test the information of what you’ve been learning for the past unit, but is it really necessary?

You’ve got high grades on all of the assignments so far, maybe a few questions marked off, but nothing that he should be genuinely concerned about. Besides, each time he calls on you in class, you know the answer to the question. It’s not like you sit there with a ‘yikes!’ facial expression, waiting for someone behind you to cough out the answer.

You think they should start giving tests to the students who aren’t passing the assignments but could ace a test, give them the chance to raise their grade. You guess that it doesn’t really work that way, though, does it? Normally the students are good at the homework and they fail the tests because it’s hard to be prepared when you’re put on the spot—weeks notice in advance or not.

Well, the least the teacher can do is lower the impact on grades. All you’re saying is: why should one test decide whether or not you pass or fail a class? Especially when you’ve been so good about homework and trying to study for the mini quizzes? Why should one test put you behind? It’s bullshit.

Unfortunately, all of that being said, you’ve got one of your first exams of the year coming up next week. This year, the teachers at Forks High School have decided to semi-band together and try not to schedule their exams on the same day if they can help it. It allows the students who benefit from cramming to actually succeed.

You used to be like that, a long time ago. Until you realized that if you start studying weeks in advance, by the time you reach the test, you’re prepared and the information is second nature, and not bobbing around on the top of your head. You wish you could’ve learned this trick a long time ago, probably would’ve saved a lot of tears.

You flip another page in the notebook, trying to read what you wrote a couple weeks ago, but you’re only skimming the sentences, absorbing half the information. You let out a sigh and roll over on your bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. You need a break, just a few minutes will be better than sitting here struggling.

You slide off of the bed, stretching your arms above your head. Right as you let out a yawn, a tingling—almost tickling—sensation begins in your stomach. You let your arms fall to your sides, eyebrows twitching together, reaching for your bedroom door knob. 

You hurry out, down the hall, and down the stairs. You’re home alone, for now. Your parents shouldn’t be back for another two hours, at the very least. And since they decided that you were enough of a handful, they never gave you any siblings. It’s a shame, you’re sure that you could’ve been bothering them instead of being responsible.

The tickling goes gut-wrenching as you swing the front door open, mouth screwed. You already know who it is before the door opens all the way. You can see her black sleeves, and then the sleeveless puffy white vest that she’s wearing—as if an outfit like that makes any sense in weather like this. You suppose that it doesn’t matter to her, though, she doesn’t feel the cold.

Alice Cullen stands on your porch, fist raised to knock on your door. She’s wearing an outfit that you’ve never seen her wear before, very in character. She and the rest of the Cullens seem to have an endless closet, and it never repeats. Makes you wonder where the used clothes go. Do they donate them in mass? That’s at least three-hundred and sixty-five outfits. At least.

“Alice.” You smile, “How are you? I haven’t seen you at school in a couple of days.”

She presses her lips together, nearly looking you up and down, “Can I come in?”

“Not really.” You shrug, “I can’t have friends over unless they’re approved by parents, if they even catch wind of it, I’ll be grounded forever.”

“It’ll only be a minute.” She tries to reason, taking a step forward.

“I said no.” You tell her, watching her face. You’re not afraid of her, or her persistence. You’re not moving from this doorway. You’re not going to invite her into your house.

She takes a deep breath, “Fine, I wanted to ask if you’ll stay away from Jasper. You’re causing problems between the two of us, I’m sure you understand.”

Your face twists, “Jasper and I are only friends. There’s nothing more between us beside that.”

“Regardless, it’s not coming off that way.” Alice squints at you, “You’ll find other friends at Forks, it’s not hard. Bella found friends easily.”

“Yes, she did, didn’t she?” You murmur, eyes wandering away from her face and onto the street, “A whole nest of vampires that call themselves vegetarians.”

Alice straightens stiffly, face smoothing out to become unreadable. You tilt your head at her slightly, wondering how much you should reveal to her. It truly was a coincidence that your parents wanted to move here to Forks, but it was a complete accident that you’d find Jasper again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She manages to get out.

“What, like it’s some sort of secret?” You muse, “You couldn’t be more obvious.” 

It’s nice, watching Alice squirm in front of you. You’re sure that it’s not easy to get a vampire to do that. How they didn’t pick up on your questions to Jasper is a whole different story. Little details, allowing you to put the pieces together.

Honestly, when you first arrived, it was a whole new place. It wasn’t until Jasper noticed you, and insisted to stay and talk to get that bit of nostalgia, did your memories—very faded memories—begin to come back to you. Not quite in black and white, but it would’ve been appropriate for that time period.

It’s the way he would talk to you carefully, predict your movements before you made them, you knew he had something to do with your distant past. And when he said, “It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen her face” while avoiding your eyes, and he talks so specifically that it’s impossible not to pick up on.

Last week you meditated for the first time since you moved here, and the answers came to you slowly. Who you were back then, what you meant to Jasper. You vaguely remember seeing him at some point after you’d turned eighteen, but you were so distracted by the whirlwind that consumed your life. You died peacefully, and since you led a kind life, you were brought back here.

You were reincarnated to haunt a boy you’d lost several lifetimes ago.

You wish you could say that you felt strongly toward him. Maybe feelings of love or hatred or anything—it’s nothing more than friendship. If he feels some sort of other way, you’re not sure if you’ll feel the same way at all. It doesn’t mean that you won’t try, though.

And maybe in some capacity you feel bad for Alice. However, with her showing up on your doorstep, demanding that you leave Jasper alone, who is practically five times your age, then that is not a you problem, that’s a him problem. You’re not in control here, he is.

Alice has composed herself, you’ve closed the door another couple of inches, trying to signal to her that it’s time to go, “Listen, Alice, I have no interest in stealing your husband. If you’re concerned about it, you should talk to him.” You lean forward slightly. “And if you come to my doorstep again, trying to tell me how to live my life, I will ruin yours, understand?”

[iconicstoner]

MtF reader who is nervous about bottom surgery, (any depth) and so she starts to wander around the forest to work out the excess energy.

Jasper who's used to them pacing around the forest simply waits for them to go to the same spot they usually do. This time instead of letting them not talk about it he tells them they need to talk about it. Since she's so scared of surgery.

a/n: Okay, so I usually never write for fem readers (bc I’m a guy), but I thought this idea was super sweet. As a queer person myself, I really love the idea of the twilight vampires being accepting of queer people. I hope I did this ask justice, and to any trans people who are worried about hormones or surgery I hope this is comforting to y’all. 

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comfort 

mtf!reader x jasper hale (fluff)

words: 823

summary: you’ve been nervous about your upcoming bottom surgery for a while now, so Jasper, the concerned lover he is, makes sure to comfort you and talk you through every detail.

Jasper sat atop one of the trees, waiting for any trace of her to alert him. It was no surprise when he smelled her familiar scent before he could even see her. This secluded spot in the forest was where she always went when she was feeling nervous. Jasper looked down to see her, the beautiful girl he’d grown to love so quickly, walking back and forth quickly as she mumbled to herself. Jasper jumped out of the tree, and in an instant, he was next to her.

“You scared me,” she said breathlessly with a red tint covering her face. He could feel her embarrassment, but more than that he could feel her nervousness. 

“You seemed nervous, darlin’,” Jasper replied as he held one of her hands in his. “I wanted to check on you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, brushing him off. “It’s nothing.”

“Seems like somethin’,” he said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. “You know you can tell me anything,” he said softly. She smiled at him and with shaky hands she brushed some of the hair away from his face. She let her hands fall back down to her sides, working up the courage to tell him what was really going on. Unbeknownst to her, Jasper was using his power in an attempt to make her feel calmer.

“I just need comfort, not advice. We don’t have to talk about it,” she assures him. 

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, his southern accent pouring out, “I can comfort you too, but clearly somethin’ has been botherin’ you for days. We need to talk about it or it won’t get any better,” he tells her as gently as possible, trying not to work her up.

“I’m just worried about my surgery,” she says with a sigh, causing Jasper’s eyes to widen in surprise. Soon, she’d be undergoing bottom surgery, and she was so excited about it, but now it was clearly causing her a lot of stress.

“I thought you wanted the surgery?” Jasper asked, looking into her eyes.

“I do,” she responded hurriedly, “it’s just this is a big operation, and something could go wrong, or I might not be happy with the results, or maybe you won’t be happy with the results and-”

“Darlin’, I will love you no matter what,” Jasper said, cutting her anxious rambling off. “It doesn’t matter if you get the surgery, if you don’t, or how it turns out. Despite how much I love your body,” he says lightheartedly, grabbing a hold of her waist, “that’s not why I stay with you. I stay with you for this,” he says, tapping her temple with his index finger. “You have the most beautiful mind I’ve ever encountered in my 160 years.”

“So things will be the same between us even after my surgery?” She asks hopefully.

“Not exactly,” Jasper says, causing her smile to fade. She gives him a concerned look and he quickly elaborates, “there might be some new things I’d like to try in the bedroom,” he says with a wink, causing her whole face to go red.

“Oh knock it off,” she says, playfully pushing his chest away with her hand, causing him to pretend to be shocked, except he can’t stop smiling at her. “You aren’t worried about me getting hurt?” she asks him. “It’s a serious surgery, what if I die?”

“I know for a fact no one has ever died during bottom surgery,” he comforts, leaning in closer to her. “And even if that somehow did happen, Carlisle and I would rush right over to the hospital and turn you. Even death can’t save you from me,” he tells her jokingly, but they both know that Jasper really would do that for her. “Besides, Carlisle has been a surgeon for like a million years, so that should be comforting,” he informs her. She laughs as she places her head on his chest.

“This is comforting,” she responds. 

“Perfect,” he responds, lightly kissing her on the top of the head after. She stays pressed up against his chest, and he begins to gently stroke her hair as they talk out some of the finer details of the surgery. Not only does he provide statistics about the surgery for logical comfort, but he also provides loving, emotional comfort. It’s clear Jasper won’t let anything bad happen to her. He’ll drive her to the hospital, hold her hand as she gets put under anesthesia, and as soon as the surgery is complete he’ll go back to her room and hold her hand while she wakes up. During the recovery process, he vows not to leave her side the entire time, even when she insists he doesn’t have to do that. She’s his whole world now and this surgery is just a small part of their story. Even if it’s scary, she can rest assured knowing nothing bad will happen to her. 

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Consider this a part 2 of Can't Escape the Nightmares cuz I keep getting ideas for this story 🙃

Pairing(s): Jasper Hale x Human!Reader, platonic!Rosalie Hale x Human!Reader

Warnings: mentions of past assault, mentions of past rape, noncon themes discussed, reader is jasper's mate, platonic!rosaliexreader, human!reader, nightmares, trauma, ptsd, dark content, mention of blood, brief mention of murder/death, hurt&comfort, ft the cullen fam, yes i'd like to sign up to be protected by rosalie ✋🏼, and my depressive ass could certainly use a man like jasper lol

Words: 1253

Summary: It was hard for you to be outside. Not after what happened. And with the Cullen house surrounded by a sea of towering trees. . . It was difficult for you to even step onto the wrap around porch. Everything about the outside reminded you of that day in the woods.

They'd smelled your blood from miles away, noticing that it grew closer and closer until Rosalie was upon the doorstep with you dangling in her arms. Your eyes were open, though void of expression; merely staring at these near angelic looking family with gold hued eyes.

Your injuries were nothing major, yet your blood yanked at their olfactory senses.

And Jasper was helpless when, eyes being engulfed by jet black.

The expression in Rosalie's expression though kept him at bay.

"Get him out of here. He can't handle it." Rosalie snaps, her hold on you growing tighter.

Intently watching Jasper's every move, you see the rigidity of his frame and the back and forth sawing motion of his jaw. He must have ground his teeth to oblivion, at least that's what you thought.

Never imagining the true inner turmoil that was engulfing his every sensibility. Jasper's perpetually cold skin suddenly felt like it was on fire. A monster scratched at his mental door. A monster that wanted to taste every inch of your skin before sinking his straight, razor teeth into your delicate paper-like flesh.

"Jazz, snap out of it." Edward motions for Emmett to keep him back. His hiss is low as not to scare you further. Knowing all the horrors you had just gone through

The fog that reduced his head to a warm flush lifts enough for him to finally notice the state you were in.

Large splotches of red and rich purple are smattered across the entirety of your arms and legs, with a giant one blooming on your jaw. His stomach recoils at your lack of clothes. Connecting the visual clues together to realize what had happened and why Rosalie was dyed in a mess of different blood types that didn't belong to you.

You were already broken.

Suddenly that monster was silent, it too watching with baited breath as Rosalie carries you up the staircase and to Carlisle's office. The older blonde vampire quick and on her heels.

Jasper's monster seemed to take that moment to decide something that was against its very nature: it would protect you, guard you and keep you.

There will always be that hunger in him for your blood. But no longer would he be ruled by it.

When exhaustion finally swept over you, Jasper peeks his head into Carlisle's office. Rosalie sat on the floor in front of the couch you were asleep on.

She's in front of him in a flash, barring him entrance with a fatal snarl.

He dare not mess with this gold mama bear.

It was hard for you to be outside. Not after what happened. And with the Cullen house surrounded by a sea of towering trees. . . It was difficult for you to even step onto the wrap around porch. Everything about the outside reminded you of-

"They can't hurt you again." Edward mentions behind you as you stood in the front door, hand quaking above the doorknob.

That didn't relive the nausea in your stomach. Your eyes shut tight and Edward winces when your mind immediately goes to the day that you were assaulted.

When you catch yourself you immediately apologize and take a step back. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, don't apologize." He's firm on this and finally you turn around. Surprisingly, the Cullens had understood the trauma you had gone through more than you would have thought. Every one of them had gone through a horrifying event much like your own. Rosalie's was almost identical to your's and possibly the very reason why she had saved you and killed those monsters who abducted you. And has protected you since then. She reminded you of a mother hen.

When Jasper first showed interest in you, Rosalie actually became aggressive toward him; telling him that you weren't ready for such a relationship. That you needed to heal more.

Jasper never stepped over any boundaries. He never came close to it. He waited. Helped you whenever you asked for it. Approached you tentatively until you told him that he didn't have to tiptoe around you. Many months were required before this. In the meantime you allowed Rosalie (and to a smaller extent, Alice and Esme) to tend to you and repair your fragmented body.

The only time he used his power on you without your permission was when you were asleep and suffering from your all too frequent nightmares.

"If you want, I can go outside with you. Maybe we can take a short walk around the house." He softly offers when you glance back at the door.

They were all so kind to you, never asking when you'd be ready to leave their house. It never came up. In fact you had the suspicion that Rosalie would insist on you living with them from now on. An unofficial part of the Cullen family.

You knew their secret. Living there, it didn't take long to discover that they were not human. From their perfect pale skin, to their golden eyes, there was something different about them. The way Edward was able to anticipate your every needs or how even being in the same room with Jasper had your anxiety simmering down. Even Alice displayed odd signs that you would have normally passed off as some kind of mental illness when she'd stare off into the distance. You now knew it was her getting a glimpse of the future.

"Thank you, but maybe today isn't the day. . ." You force your trembling lips to quirk up into a tentative smile though it could not fool Edward who could hear the inner turmoil in your mind. He never pushed.

He nods and lets you amble back upstairs to safety. The Cullens required no sleep so their bedrooms were essentially just for decoration. Rosalie and Emmett happily gave up their room so that you could seek out privacy when you were too overstimulated to be in their company. They even bought a tv just to put in the room for you. You didn't know what you did in your life to deserve them.

But before you go to your own designated room, you stop in front of Jasper's with a tentative hand raised to knock on his door. You were always nervous when asking him to hang out with you while Rosalie was gone. You'd heard Rosalie whisper to Emmett one night about you being Jasper's 'mate'. She must have thought you were fast asleep but you heard them discuss the possibility of a relationship between you and the other blonde Hale.

It made you self conscious now when you were near him. You'd known that he was. . . attracted to you.

You jump when his bedroom door opens to reveal his figure. "H-Hi."

His smile is always so sweet and even shy. "Hello."

"Um," Your fingers twist the hem of your shirt anxiously. " well, Rosalie is gone. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a little bit. . . Esme bought me a new dvd. We can watch it?"

Adoring the way his eyes crinkle when his smile broadens, you take a step back to allow Jasper to exit his room and close the door behind him. "Lead the way, ma'am." Your chest squeezes when that southern drawl of his comes out.

Trusting anyone again wasn't an easy journey. But being cradled by the Cullen family was bound to heal some wounds.

And perhaps water the seed of love that had been planted in your heart by Jasper.

[mybadlywrittenstories]

Two Different Worlds (Jasper Hale Fanfiction) Chapter Two

Word Count: 2,699

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

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

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

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

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

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

--Ding Ding Ding

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"From the grocery fund."

"Thanks."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Will do."

"No problem."

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

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

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

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

"I guess that would be okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[homeofthelonelywriter]

RW: Bunny Pt. 3 - Jasper Hale

(A/N) Here is the third part! I’m really happy that you all like this fanfiction so much. If you want more, I’d love to write more! The third part was requested by @ruleroftides​ (awesome username btw)!

Pairing: Japer Hale x Reader

Warnings: sensitivity to sound, making out

Tags:

@rainbow-bunny-bts​

Part 1

Part 2 

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Baseball:

“What do you mean I can’t come?” I frowned at the blonde vampire. We were walking through school on our way to our last class before the day would be over. Jasper had just told me about what he and his family had planned for later today and as soon as I heard that, I wanted to come. But he wouldn’t allow it.

“I mean, you can’t come.” I glared at him, but he just shook his head with a smile. I couldn’t understand why not. It was just baseball.

We walked into the classroom and took our seats next to each other. Jasper, who had been holding my hand the whole time, let go to take his stuff out of his bag. I did the same but decided to ignore him for the rest of the class.

He soon tried to take my hand underneath the table, but I pulled it away. I could see the confused look on his face out of the corner of my eye and grinned internally. Now he knows how I feel when he won’t explain stuff.

It continued like that for the hour we spent inside the classroom. Whether it was physical touch, notes he tried to pass me or when he tried to speak to me, I ignored it all. And as soon as the bell rung, I grabbed my stuff and jumped to my feet. As quickly as I could, I left the room and made my way to another classroom, where I knew that Alice was having her last lesson for the day.

I waited outside the door, growing slightly nervous as I saw Jasper walking towards me.

“Come on Alice.” It was barely a whisper, but Jasper clearly picked up on it because his eyes widened and his pace quickened. But before he could reach me, Alice walked out and noticed me.

“Hey Y/N!” She hugged me carefully.

“Hey Alice. I have a question. Jasper told me that you’re planning on playing baseball tonight. Can I come?” Alice eyes lit up and a grin took over her face.

“Of course-” “No!” Both of us turned to look at Jasper who’d just arrived at our side.

“Well, Alice said that it’s okay for me to come along. So, I will.” I grinned, proud that I found a way. He looked annoyed, but the grin wouldn’t disappear anytime soon.

Jasper tried to argue with me, just as the rest of his siblings joined us.

“What’s going on?” Emmet had his arm around Rose and smiled at us.

“I’m tagging along to your baseball game.” Jasper opened his mouth to disagree, but I shot him a glare and with an exaggerated sigh, he gave up.

“Yes! Finally! I thought Jasper would never let you join us.” Emmet and I high fived before our little group walked out of the school building. Our ways parted at the parking space. While the others jumped into one car, Jasper and I got into another one and took off. He had been silent the whole way and I started to feel bad.

“Jasper…” He glanced at me for a second before his eyes returned to the road. I sighed before I continued. “I didn’t do this because I want to hurt you or something like that. But I want to be part of your life. No matter how dangerous it may be. I love you and I love how protective you are of me, but I still need to experience stuff. You can’t shelter me from the entire world.” This time, he sighed and nodded. His hand moved to my lap, where he slid his hand into mine and intertwined our fingers.

“I know, love…I just…it’s going to be loud and I know how you react to loud noises. I don’t want you to be uneasy or in pain.” He glanced at me again, a concerned look on his face. I smiled in return.

“I’ll take some earplugs, as well as my noise cancelling headphones with me, okay? And if it gets too much for me, I’ll let you know immediately. And even if I don’t, Edward definitely will. Besides, you’d also feel it.” Jasper nodded and squeezed my hand.

“Okay. Let’s get your stuff and maybe you should change.” I looked down at what I was wearing. The flowy dress I had put on that morning reached just above my knee and the matching ballerinas I slipped into seemed more and more unfitting the longer I looked at them.

“Yeah…that’s probably a good idea.” Jasper grinned and without taking his eyes off the road, he raised my hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against my knuckles.

We soon pulled into my driveway and Jasper got out. Before I could even attempt to open my door, he was there and opened it for me.

“I swear…I anyone ever sees you doing that, I’m going to kill you.” He smiled. Both of us knew that that would never happen.

He accompanied me to the door, where he gave me a goodbye kiss. Nothing but an act to keep my mother of our backs for a bit. I waved him goodbye before he walked back to his car and drove away. After telling my mom that I was home and that Jasper would pick me up again in an hour, I rushed up to my room, finding Jasper already waiting for me.

He was leaning against the windowsill and grinned. I rushed over to him and fell into his arms. At school, both of us tried to not show too much PDA, but once we’re alone, we could cuddle, hold hands and kiss as much as we wanted.

His arms were wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him. I looked up at the vampire and smiled.

“Hi.” With a soft smile, he rarely showed, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Hi.” I grinned back at him, before I pulled away from the hug. I walked to my wardrobe and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Without hesitating, I slipped out of my dress and grabbed the shirt. I was about to pull it on, when two cold hands closed around my waist and pulled me flat against a chiseled chest.

Jaspers lips immediately latched onto my neck and started nibbling on my skin. A shiver ran through me, making the man behind me chuckle. He spun me around and pressed his lips against mine while his hands traveled to my thighs. Without any effort, he hoisted me up. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist, making him groan quietly.

I pulled away with a giggle and held a finger in front of my lips. We really had to be quiet. Explaining my mom why Jasper and I were making out would be easy, but explaining to her how he got into my room without her noticing, would be a completely different story.

He used his nose to push my finger out of the way, pressing his lips against mine again. His grip on my thighs got tighter and tighter and I knew that I would have bruises in the morning, but I didn’t mind. Neither did I mind it when he started marking my neck.

Of course, no one dared to even think about me in a romantic way since Jasper and I became public, but he still loved marking me. Just as I loved marking him.

A moan escaped my lips as his teeth bit down on that one spot. As a response he suddenly crashed me against the wall, reclaiming my lips. Neither of us noticed the noise that had traveled downstairs.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” My head was clouded, barely registering my mom’s voice. But Jasper’s lips felt way too good on mine. And answering would’ve meant pulling away from them.

“Y/N?” This time her voice sounded closer and both of us pulled away at the same time, eyes wide and breathing hard.

“S-Sorry! I just…I lost balance while trying to put on some jeans. I’m okay though!” I prayed that she bought my excuse. My eyes were pressed shut as I anxiously waited for a response.

“Be more careful next time.” I heard her footsteps walk away from my room and I sighed in relief, my eyes flickering down to the blonde vampire who still had me pressed against the wall. He smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry ‘bout that, love.” I rolled my eyes with a smile and leaned down, to peck his lips. After pulling away again, I took a deep breath and leaned my head against the wall, eyes closed. That was a scary moment. I was still trying to calm my beating heart, when I felt a tug on my left breast. My hand flew up to my mouth to stifle the moan that rushed out of my mouth. Jasper smirked against my skin, before he bit down again, no doubt leaving a mark.

My hand stayed pressed over my mouth until his lips and teeth stopped their assault. As soon as I was sure he was done, my eyes flickered open and found his honey-colored ones.

“Couldn’t resist.” He grinned and I gently slapped his shoulder, not wanting to hurt myself.

He slowly set me down but held onto me until he was sure I was steady. One more kiss before I slowly pushed him back, giving myself some space to put on the clothes I’d chosen earlier. After I was done, I checked the time and noticed that the hour I had told my mom about was almost over.

“Don’t you need to get changed too?” Jasper looked surprised. He had forgotten about that. I chuckled at his reaction and pushed him towards the window.

“Go get ready. I’ll be waiting outside.” He nodded and climbed onto the windowsill. Before he jumped down, he demanded one more kiss. With a smile, I cupped his face and pressed my lips against his one more time. This time, I had to stop him before it got to heated again. An annoyed groan left his lips, but I just pushed him out with a smile.

He landed gracefully and waved before he disappeared into the woods. It wouldn’t take him longer than ten minutes to be back, so I quickly grabbed a bag and threw everything I thought I might need inside.

Ear plugs, headphones, phone, keys and wallet. I also grabbed Jasper’s baseball cap, which he had left at my place a few weeks ago, and put it on. I was about to walk out of my room, when I remembered that I’d be wearing sneakers instead of ballerinas. I grabbed a pair of socks and made my way downstairs. Sitting down on the last stair, I first pulled on the socks and then my favorite pair of sneakers.

My mom walked out of the living room with a smile.

“Are you okay honey?” I was confused for a second before I remembered my ‘fall’.

“Yeah, probably gonna have a bruise tomorrow though.” That wasn’t a lie. Technically.

I just got done with lacing up my sneakers when I heard a car horn outside. He was quick today.

After checking that I really had everything, I jumped to my feet and pressed a kiss to my mom’s cheek.

“I’ll call you when we’re on our way back.” She nodded and wished me a good time, before she opened the door for me. I ran out and jumped into Jaspers waiting arms. He caught me and spun a few times, making me laugh. As he set me down, I turned back to the door, seeing my mom still standing in it and watching the two of us with a smile. She waved and Jasper returned the gesture, before he opened the car door for me and I slipped inside.

We soon arrived at a clearing, hidden away in the middle of the woods. No human would come across this. Especially not with the looming rainclouds above our head.

Jasper, as always, opened my door and I stepped out, smiling as I saw the rest of the Cullen family. I walked over to Carlisle and Esme, which I hadn’t seen in some time and hugged both of them.

“It’s nice that you finally got him to agree to let you come with us.” Before I could answer, Jasper appeared at my side, holding my bag.

“I didn’t. She asked Alice and she said yes. This little minx tricked me.” I grinned up at my boyfriend and stuck out my tongue, causing the others around me to chuckle.

With Jasper’s arm around my waist, we walked over to his siblings. Emmet and Rose were already swinging bats, making fun of each other. Alice was off to side, staring at the sky while Edward was staring at his phone. He was probably texting Bella.

I slipped out of Jasper’s grip and walked over to the brunette, tapping him on the shoulder. He looked up and raised an eyebrow in question.

“You should invite her next time. It would be nice to not be the only human.” He chuckled and nodded, before turning back to his phone.

I returned to Jasper who had picked up a bat and played around with it. As he noticed me approaching he stopped, instead holding it out to me.

“Have you ever played?” I shook my head and without saying anything else, he stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around me, placing his hands over mine. With the bat in hand, he slowly showed me how to swing and after a few tries, he pulled back, letting me try on my own. He nodded, satisfied and grabbed a ball, standing a few steps away from me. He raised an eyebrow and I nodded. He gently threw the ball in my direction and I tried my best to hit, barely missing it.

Emmet’s booming laugh could be heard all over the clearing, making me turn and glare at him. He just raised his hands and turned back to Rose.

“Don’t worry about them. You were really close, love.” Jasper had retrieved the ball and stood back at his position. I nodded at him and this time I managed to actually hit the small. It didn’t fly far, but it flew, and a grin took over my face. I jumped up and down in celebration and was soon joined by Jasper, who had just quickly caught the ball.

He wrapped his arms around me, and he twirled me around. I was laughing in his arms as Alice’s voice rung out across the field.

“It’s time.” Jasper sat me down and slipped his hand in mine. I was confused. It was time for what? My boyfriend led me over to where his family was already gathered. They were choosing teams when we arrived.

“You are with me, Alice and Edward.” Carlisle addressed Jasper, who nodded.

“And you are going to be the referee.” Esme grinned at me and I chuckled.

“Sounds good.” They took their places but before they started, Jasper handed me my bag.

“Put at least the ear plugs in. You’re going to need them.” I nodded and did what he told me. His team was the first one to run, so for the first hit, Jasper stayed by my side with his arms around me. I cuddled into his embrace, getting ready for…whatever really. I didn’t know what to expect. But as Rose pitched the ball and Edward hit it with his bat, I knew what Jasper was talking about. I jumped at the loud noise which carried even through my ear plugs. Jasper immediately gave of a calming wave and the two of us watched as the others rushed around.

“Do you now know why I didn’t want you to come?” I nodded but smiled at him.

“I’m still glad that I did. I’ll just put on the headphones too and I’ll be fine. I promise.” Jasper nodded, concern written all over his face, but at least he didn’t drag me back to the car.

The next one to hit was Carlisle and Jasper continued to hold me. I was now wearing the headphones and had music playing. The noise wasn’t as bad this time so I didn’t jump. Plus, I knew what was coming and could prepare myself accordingly.

The game continued and Jasper’s team was in the lead. But soon, it started to rain. Something the others didn’t really mind. Jasper immediately handed me an umbrella, before he continued.

By the time the game was over and Jasper’s team had won, all of them were completely soaked and covered in mud. I laughed as Jasper walked up to me, his arms wide open. The closer he got, the further I backed away, until it turned into a play of catch. Jasper never actually touched me, just chased me until I took refuge in his car. He acted as if he was about to open the door when I quickly flicked the lock and stuck my tongue out. He chuckled and shook his head before he used some of the mud to draw a small heart on the window, making me smile.

I watched him walk to the back of the car and opening the trunk. He used the door as a cover and quickly changed into dry and clean clothes.

The other came to the car and bid their goodbyes. I waved at them as Jasper jumped into the driver’s seat and started the engine. I smiled at him, my fingers combing through his wet locks. He caught my hand and pulled it down, placing kissed to my fingertips before intertwining our fingers.

Music came out of the stereo and Jasper and I started to sing along, laughing at each other’s skills. Or lack thereof. Too soon, we pulled into my driveway.

“Are you coming to my room?” Jasper nodded at my question and got out of the car, opening my door quickly. As always, he accompanied me to the front door, where we shared a goodbye kiss before he returned to his car and drove off.

I quickly greeted my mom and she asked me how it was.

“Fun. As always.” She smiled and I kissed her cheeks before I walked up the stairs. Jasper was waiting for me and wrapped his arms around me as soon as I walked in. I giggled as quietly as possible as I felt his wet locks against my face.

“What?” He had slightly pulled back, but his question wasn’t genuine, given away by the grin on his face. With a smile off my own, I pushed him until he was sitting on my bed, before I disappeared into my bathroom and grabbed a towel. I returned and sat down behind him, starting to dry his hair with said towel. The longer it went on, the more he leaned against me, until his head rested against my chest. I looked down and smiled at him, before leaning over him to press a kiss to his lips.

With his supernatural speed, he maneuvered the two of us so that he was laying on the bed and I was straddling him. I rolled my eyes with a smile and leaned down again, continuing the kiss before I laid down on his chest. His arms wrapped around me and I sighed with content.

We spent the rest of the day like this, quietly talking to each other until I started to get tired. Jasper had me get changed, ignoring my protests that I was too tired, before pulling me close to him and wrapping the blanket around the two of us. My head rested on his arm while his lips were softly pressed against the crown of my head.

It didn’t take long for me to get drowsy and it got harder and harder to keep my eyes open.

“Go to sleep, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.” I nodded against his chest and closed my eyes.

And he kept his word, being the first thing I saw when I woke up.

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SILLY TRADITIONS | J.H.

pairing: jasper hale x fem!reader

word count: 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t think it’s silly?”

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

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

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

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