#a statche in time

[rubys-forest]

Hey gang

I'm alive

[malfunctioning-mantis]

nessa.... <3

@rubys-forest

[rubys-forest]

SCREAMSSSDHDBDHDH💕💕💕💕

ITS HER ANTHEM ONG!!!

YES I'M BACK @rubys-forest !!

I was listening to the ballad of Jane doe and this came up

[teojira]

HI FRIEND I SAW U WERE DOING $5 COMMISSIONS!?? what are your any and all hcs for wuthering waves any character?? especiallyJiyanaheehehehe ily thank you MWAH

[General Jiyan headcanons] [x reader!]

Summary: headcanons for Jiyan! And you, of course.

Warnings: None that I can think of!

A/N: Jiyan,,,,belobed,,,, thank you for commissioning me!! I hope this is okay!

Jiyan is a busy man, and it's hard for him to take the time away from his duties to spend quality time with you. But he does try.

He's the kind of lover who will make his way home to you in the dead of night, to find you curled up in bed. He makes sure to remove all his armor so the clanking doesn't wake you.

He rests his hand on your face, gently brushing the hair out of your face as he smiles warmly down at you. You're the reason why he fights so hard everyday, he has to protect you and the others, no matter what.

I don't think he'd be touchy, but let's you cling onto him as much as your little heart desires, it doesn't bother him, he only asks that you don't do it while he's on duty.

Hug him, squeeze him, kiss him all you want, he'll sit there and take it because while he may not show it in public, bro will kiss you breathlessly at home.

It's so bad that you gotta tap his shoulder to get him off, you're literally gonna suffocate.

He trains you to protect yourself, he is away alot. This is a no brainer, he worries about you every moment he's away even if he knows it may distract him from his job as a general. He shoves you out of his mind as much as possible, he really does try but it's still there.

Jiyan is a really good househusband, dare I say the better cook and housekeeper. There's something about taking care of you that fills him with joy. While he won't do every, he does every chore with you or you both split it equally.

He likes to playfully flick water off of his fingers at you, and then act as if nothing happened.

"Jiyan, did you just?" "No, what are you referring to?" "You flicked water on me!" "I think you're going a bit insane, my dear."

Oh my god can I say he's youe scary dog privilege? Very few people know you're his partner, so when it does come up, it's usually when you're at the market collecting fruits and vegetables and the like.

He trials behind you like a shadow, humming and nodding when you ask him his preference.

Let's say this is before marriage, he gets RED when people pass along their congratulations to the both of you, he doesn't deny it, just shaking his head behind you with a finger to his lips.

He does have a ring, but it's at the base, statched under his pillow where it'll sit until he's ready.

He doesn't think he'll ever be ready, but when you smile and blush like that, he knows the time will come soon.

[quiet-flower-wonderlings]

He did not know quite how he got roped into cleaning up his image this looked like a completely different person now saved from the colour palette of red and black.

Varya had watched Quilda for a while he had even suggested Glorfindel go over to her but the Lord turned it down, so now here he was bowed with his hand extended Infront of her “Part of me wishes court would carry such whimsy on a regular basis, would my lady wish for a dance to clear her head even for a moment” Varya said glancing up at her from his bow

-@varyano-horseman-of-mandos

Quildalótien watched the dancing for a long time – hoping to get out there. But her anxiety and fear kept her from doing do.

Her had made sure to get a well covered dress – to cover the marks all over her both from ex-betrothed but she still felt exposed, contasntly picking st the ends of her sleeves or pulling it up.

The powerless valars’ daughter constantly statched her hands out of the nervousness – lining heavy marks on her sensitive skin.

She jumped on her swar when someone approached her – and watched him with wife fearful eyes until he spoke and a familiar voice reached her ears.

“V-Varyano. . .?”

She whispered weakly and lacking all the confidence she once had. She was about to call him Varya but she was not sure if she was now deserving of it.

[virtie333]

Day 10 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Celebration

Summary: Poe and Rey celebrate Life Day their own way.

Warnings: Ooops! They took over this one. They were getting tired of the lack of smut. So... this is rated Explicit. MDNI

AO3

It was only their third Life Day as a couple and they almost didn’t get to spend it together.

Rey had been offworld on a peacekeeping mission for over three weeks. It was supposed to be an easy assignment. New Republic advisors had already laid ground for the peace talks between the Statches and the Aeoliahs, but once Rey arrived both sides had suddenly demanded more from the settlement. Rey learned later that both species had esteemed the Jedi and were trying to prove to her that they were better than the other. In the end, Rey had finally helped them reach a prudent arrangement that would hopefully maintain peace between the two for a long time to come.

She arrived back on Yavin IV in the afternoon, just in time to join in on the annual celebration. Not only was the whole colony gathered to eat and drink and be merry, but several of Rey and Poe’s friends from the Resistance were there to take part in the festivities. Friendships created during war tended to last a lifetime.

Rey landed her little cruiser on the Dameron family landing pad, then rushed to the empty house to shower and change. Wearing a lovely little green dress that she had picked up while on her trip, she jumped in the speeder and headed into the village.

Wetyin’s Colony was lit up already with bright lights that Rey knew would look amazing after the sun set. Decorations representing the local traditions of several species bedecked every corner, as well as most trees and bushes. An open-sided tent had been set up with tables in case it started to rain, and food was being prepared almost non-stop, but those who weren’t currently eating were out and about in the village square, drinking and laughing and singing. There was a live band in front of the local grocery, and several people were dancing.

Rey found her friends easily, as Chewie’s tall form stood out among the crowd. He was the first to see her and immediately wrapped her up in a hug, lifting her feet off the ground. Beau, Kay, Jess, and Karè also swooped in for hugs; she hadn’t seen any of them in almost a year! Finn and Rose followed them. Rey saw them frequently, as they had both finally settled right here in Wetyin’s Colony. After spending almost two years with Lando and Janna helping former stormtroopers find their homes and families, they had finally married and planned to start a family here on Yavin IV.

Rey and Poe had already beaten them in that department; Rey was currently three months pregnant. Nobody but Finn, Rose, and Kes knew and since Rey wasn’t showing, yet, she was content to keep that secret for the time being.

As she was laughing at something Jess was saying, strong arms wrapped around her from behind. Rey tilted her head to the side, welcoming her husband’s wet kiss on her neck.

“Sorry I’m late,” she told him, lacing her fingers with his as they lay over her still flat belly.

“You made it,” he said softly in her ear. “That’s all that matters.”

The party continued on as the afternoon waned and the sun set. The bright orb of Yavin still lit up the sky, preventing complete darkness, but no one complained. Rey and Poe ate, danced, spent time with old friends and new, and ate some more. Never once did they leave each other’s side, and they never stopped touching. By mid-evening, Rey was exhausted, but still wired. Her trip had been long, and while she loved spending time here with her extended family celebrating Life Day, she ached to spend some time alone with her husband even more. As they danced together one more time, she gave him a meaningful look.

No words were needed; Poe understood.

Without any hesitation, they both left the dance area and headed for the edge of the village where Rey had parked their speeder. Rey drove, as Poe had had more than a little alcohol this evening, and within twenty minutes they were home.

“BB8’s gonna be mad we left him and DO behind,” Poe said as he pulled Rey through the front door, nuzzling her neck.

“He probably won’t even notice for hours,” Rey answered, rubbing herself against Poe’s front. He groaned in response.

“That’s a beautiful dress, by the way,” he said just before he began to suck on that spot just below her ear. She shivered in response, her body already prepped and ready thanks to their constant touching all evening. “I can’t wait to take it off.”

“You don’t have to take if off right away,” she answered. Grasping his elbows, she backed up until her butt hit the edge of his desk. She shimmied up onto it, spreading her legs.

His eyebrows shot up as he slid up against her. “A little desperate tonight, aren’t you?”

“Pregnancy hormones,” she responded. “And more than three weeks away from you.”

“Kriff!” he breathed harshly. “I missed you!” He began kissing her, opened mouthed and wet, rocking his pelvis against her core.

Rey pulled her skirt up and out of the way, then began working at his belt and fly, grateful the war was over and he no longer wore a blaster on a regular basis; quickies like this had been almost impossible back in the day when they were both heavily armed. She still carried her lightsaber almost all the time, but it was clipped to her belt and easy to remove when needed.

And it wasn’t in the way tonight.

As Rey gently pulled Poe’s mostly erect cock out of his pants, he took a quick step backwards, taking her panties with him. She hadn’t even felt his hands move that low; she had been so focused on her own task.

“Smooth, Dameron,” she smiled as he quickly moved back between her legs, pushing her skirt back up as it had fallen when he stepped back.

One of his hands fondled her pussy, and he closed his eyes and moaned. “So kriffin’ ready for me,” he whispered.

Rey threw her head back in response to his intimate touch. “Yes!” she hissed. “Poe, please! Now!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said with a grin. Taking his cock in hand, he lined himself up and slid home.

“Awwww, yeah!” Rey gasped, bringing her knees up and leaning back slightly, trusting that his arm around her back would keep her from falling all the way.

Poe stopped when he was all the way in, his eyes watching her intently.

Breathing harshly, Rey looked back at him, her skin tingling, her core throbbing. He filled her so absolutely full. “Poe?” she asked, wondering why he was so still.

“My Jedi,” he whispered. His eyes drifted down to where they were joined, then he focused on the lightsaber on her belt with a smirk. “My Jedi.”

Rey knew how turned on he got when he was able to fuck her while she still wore her lightsaber; it didn’t happen very often. “Your Jedi,” she confirmed. “Forever.”

His eyes met hers again. “Forever.” Then he began thrusting, his hips snapping into her over and over again.

The euphoria built once more, and Rey closed her eyes, letting herself go, not fighting the feelings, both physical and emotional, that this man created in her. After weeks of controlling her temper and remaining distant and formal, it was a relief to let herself go. Poe was the only person she opened herself up to completely, the only one she trusted enough to keep her emotions safe. She may be the guardian of the Jedi, but he was the champion of her heart.

Her release came seconds before his. She cried out, letting herself fall forward against him, feeling his arms wrap around her tight as his hips jerked erratically and he spilled himself inside her. For a long moment they simple held each other, panting, Rey’s legs wrapped tight around Poe’s waist, his cock still buried deep inside her.

Finally, Rey lifted her head to look at her husband. “Happy Life Day,” she said with a smile.

Laughing, Poe hugged her once more. “Happy Life Day, Sunshine.”

[rubys-forest]

we love queen exploiting kids

More @rubys-forest AHiT Swap AU art Ft. GoT!Hat Kid

[minzart]

Donut, masks and present for the twins 👁〰️👁

Also good morning, gay gay homossexual gay gau gay gay tchola

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

Phobos: any cold drink. Brain freezer

Deimos: give this boy a hot chocolate drink and he will give you candy he has statched for favorite people only

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Phobos and Deimos don't really act that diferent from strangers to friends, they have a public image to mantein and it's easier to do so if you act like yourself like 80% of the time. However if you are closer to them you will see them when they need comfort wich could be a sweet moment... or extremely annoying bc it's a lie and they just need attention

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

They both love more giving than receiving gifts

However there is a secret competition between them of wich twin gains more than the other

Both will cherish any crappy handmade present more than an expensive ass one thats for sure (that one is +10 point of valor intead of 1 :] )

[abiiors]

matty is wearing jewelry for the first time. one step at a time. he needs to grow out his hair and shave that hairyyy ass statche. he looks like my father😭😭

yeah that’s the one thing to celebrate he has rings on!!!

[khelithia]

Dream #4:

Me and my dad are walking in hollywood down this big street, we pass this hotel that has life-sized golden figures of celebrities. My dad mentions that the hotel is very popular. Right next to the hotel is this massive towering department store.

We go into the hotel and go up a floor where we discover that the department store and the hotel are connected. The department store is really liminal space backroom vibes but everything is white and black.

As we're exploring a siren goes off and i lose track of my dad. At first im confused but it becomes clear that its a horror factory. Im looking through items when I feel im being watched and have to run for my life as my dad is dragged away and presumably killed.

The premise is that with each room and each time you get deeper into the department store more and more horrific twisted digures will try to kill you. (A bellarina with a cracked face, a shadowed figure that tries to sink you into the floor etc.) and you can see other people that have been stuck in this never ending maze aswell.

I'm in a presumably second story room which has railed off walkways above an lower room below where people are being chased/killed, connected with my floor with big grand staircases.

But i die to the Bellarina (im cornered in this tall ceiling but smallish room with only a wooden wardrobe in (walls are statch white and ceiling and floor are dark grey)which she claws herself out of. I shut my eyes and squeeze myself against the wall as much as i can.

I feel multiple cold limbs caressing me before my neck is snaped) and i awake as a horror that has to kill others now.

[tigerincahoots]

ONE ANNOYANCE AFTER THE OTHER. He hated it when some bitch ass motherfucker crossed his path and pretended to know better than him – who had been preparing for that freaking mission over the past couple of months. Study the design of the house, all the known exits as well as the secret ones. Guard rotation and what kind of heat they packed. What sort of movements did they deployed and how they worked together. He studied every fucking code to open doors without tripping alarms – did everything he could to get the fuck in and out as quietly and quickly as possible. And now this little bitch had ruined everything because he had tripped over a trap and set the entire security guard forces on their ass. Lovely. Just fucking lovely.

AND THEY NEEDED AN EXIT. A quick and quiet out despite the chaos of the alarm ringing on their heads and the sounds of countless footsteps on their way to their location. It would be easier to leave the man behind. Leave him to his fate while he would do what needed to be done. Fuck that shit. But the fact that he could not tell what the other man was… bothered him. It was very, very rare for him not to be able to quickly identity someone’s origin through their scent. And this time… Kevin couldn’t. It was a mystery and he hated those. He liked to have answers, to know what he was dealing with and he would not get anything out of the little twat if they were too busy dealing with foot soldiers.

AND THEN HE FELT IT. Talons digging into his skin hard enough to make him arch one eyebrow. Bird like features? Only birds had talons, right? Blue eyes glanced down to the area where the talons had make contact with his skin. The scent was still unfamiliar but he had a clue now. There was a Big Bird from fucking Sesame Street involved and that made the tiger within him stir for just enough to make Kevin want to pounce on the other man. So… a chicken and a tiger working together? Could this fucking day get any worse? “You’re an idiot.” A loud sign escaped from Kevin’s lips as he ignored the man he was dealing with to favor the sound of the footsteps approaching. They were on borrowed time now. “You triggering the alarm one hundred percent made them move the mark.” There was a panic room in the office above them, wasn’t it? The door was too thick to explode, the codes required were fingerprint level and optic scan – none of those things in his possession right now. Shit.

”HE’S PROBABLY STATCHED AWAY.” Thanks to the adrenaline chicken but Kevin refrained himself from the last comment. “They have security measures to keep the target safe if some cock-sucking idiot trips the alarms. He might be beyond our reach now.” The air ducts were too small and they had their own filtration system inside. Fucker would be there for days and they didn’t have days to deal with this. “The panic room they are most likely keeping him is beyond our reach.” The mission was for all intents and purposes a failure…. unless… “You – Chicken Boy… can you fly?” If that bitch opened a pair of fucking wings out of nowhere, then Kevin would most definitely be impressed. “You can drive the soldiers away while I hide. Once the alarms are off and they call it safe, boss man will come out and we can finish the job.” Or at the very least – he could. “Unless your plan is to do sarcastic remarks until they all die? We might be here a while if that’s the fucking case.”

"Delusional? Oh darling, that's one way of putting it, but I prefer 'optimistically unhinged'—depending on who you ask." Toby flashed a grin, bright and cheeky, even with the barrel of the gun aimed right between his eyes. This bloke was just full of sunshine, wasn’t he? All scowls and anger, as if someone had stolen his morning tea.

Like a bleeding Pokemon, this one. Does he know more than a few choice words? A one-trick brute whose vocabulary probably peaked at 'growl' and 'snarl.' But he couldn't deny the thrill that shot through him, the way his pulse kicked up a notch. This was no ordinary geezer with a gun.

No, he was something else. Something... familiar.

The alarm shrieked on, a banshee's wail slicing through Toby's skull. Bloody hell, did they have to make it so sodding loud? He winced, the sound like knives in his ears. But he kept his eyes on the man, watching, waiting.

Ready for anything.

A sudden yank jarred him, the gun vanishing as a hand clamped around his wrist, the grip like a vice. Toby yelped, half-stumbling as he was dragged forward, his boots scuffing across the slick floor in a mad scramble to keep up.

"Oi! Easy on the goods, mate! I usually need a pint before being manhandled." He tried to pull free, but the man's grip was iron. Toby's lips twisted. This was getting old fast—time to stop playing nice.

He flexed his fingers, nails sharpening and curling into talon-like points, his eyes narrowing as a shrill, hiss slipped past his lips, the beast part of him slipping through the edges of his mask. Without hesitation, he drove those claws into the man's wrist, not deeply, but just enough for the sting to be felt, for the skin to break, and the point to be made. "Let. Go."

Toby wrenched free, putting a few steps between them, hands raised slightly, talons gleaming under the dim light. He gave the man a look—half smirk, half warning.

"Look, I get it. You’re the big dog here. Or cat. Whatever makes you sleep better at night." Toby shook his head, his grin almost taunting. "Point is, we’re on the same side. So how about we stop with the alpha male posturing and actually get shite done, yeah?"

He jerked his chin towards the stairs. "Boss's office is up there. Saw it when I was casing the joint. Unless you've got a better idea, which somehow I doubt."

Toby raised an eyebrow. He didn't know who this bloke was or what his deal was. But he knew one thing - they both wanted the same man. And like it or not, they stood a better chance together than apart.

Guess we'll see if this kitty can play nice after all, Toby thought wryly. Should be a right laugh either way.

[rubys-forest]

Swap au...

[malfunctioning-mantis]

since the new storybook is out I could finally post this muahahah homophobic vincent

@rubys-forest

[simptasia]

roast hurley IF YOU CAN

Hugo Reyes Has Done Nothing Wrong In His Life Ever

[thcrealheroes]

QUESTIONS SEEMED TO GET A RISE OUT OF SOLDIER BOY; HIS RAGE NOTHING but threatening as he watches the other man take the blunt from his hand. " Then, to answer your question- fuck yeah, I am, but this shit isn't nothing compared to the shit I've done before; if anything, this is all KIDDY SHIT. " The older supe nonchalantly shrugged as he reclaimed the blunt, inwardly dismissing the notion of finding solace in it; if only it had the power to truly ease his inner torment. But it's not powerful enough to wash away the demons from his mind forever. " You couldn't tell me what to do even if you wanted to, " A curl at the corner of his twin flesh, amused as he takes another hit, longer this time, holding it, holding it until his lungs are filled with the smoke, titling his head up to blow out the fumes, watching the greyish transparent haze disappear right before his eyes, he let out a sigh and turned to look at Butcher. A moment of silence hung in the air as he extinguished the flame by pressing the blunt against the back of his boot.

  " I was young when I started a lot of shit... smoking, drinking... you name it, I fucking did it. " As he sat there, memories began to flood his mind, unwanted and unbidden. " I used to steal from my old man, you see. He was always busy working... the number of times he was at home only felt so little, a handful ? Maybe ? Which left me to find ways to AMUSE myself... when the maids were off cleaning, I was off exploring my father's liquor cabinets. Found his secret statch, smoke just about all that he had there-- " Soldier Boy spaces out, eyes wide. Wonders now, since Ben was just a youngster back then, If his father ever noticed the half-empty bottles and the missing cigars... and if he did... that meant he knew of Ben's alcohol abuse and said nothing of it, why did he care ? He shuts his eyes, almost in agony, face scrunching up as he gets up from the chair. " -- You don't wanna hear the rest, boring shit back when I was still like you-- human and easy. "  

continued from x | @thecreativeforge

Well, someone been having a rough evening, able to get his knickers in a twist over a simple question. Then again, Butcher didn't expect much else from the likes of Soldier Boy, so broken that holding onto the belief he was nothing but perfectly fine was the last straw of sanity he could possibly hold onto. Not that he was either fine or sane, but neither was Butcher.

"Calm your tits, old man. It was just a question." Butcher muttered as he extended his own hand out of his pocket, reaching and taking the offered blunt before placing it between his lips, taking a long drag. He'd done all kinds of drugs in his life, and the green stuff was certainly the lighter option out of everything he had opted to partake in during his years. The smoke filled his lungs, the calming sensation tickling at the edges of his consciousness, handing the blunt back to Soldier Boy.

"I ain't telling you what to do. You're a big boy now; you choose however you wanna... self soothe." He watched the supe take back his stick, leaning back against his chair. "When'd you start? Same age as those stolen Manhattans?"

[slytherbun]

care and comfort - ii. comfort

pairing: jasper x reader

summary: you're having an off day until jasper helps you feel better.

word count: 2.0k

requested by anon

tags: @specialagentsoftie @in-my-body-bag @evansandblack @runic-belova @whatafreakingloser

note: i was reading through my requests and thought it would be fun to make these two go together so this is part ii to a duet. here is part i called care.

another note: just to remind everyone, i made an oc named hayes to be alice's mate in this. :)

the cullen house was quiet today. they kept themselves busy and away from jasper’s room.

edward was out in the woods saying goodbye to bella while emmett and hayes were in the garage to fix up the stereo in the jeep. they knew they were leaving soon and wanted to make sure there would be a decent selection of music while they were on the road.

out of wanting company, rose was a foot away from him and sitting on a stool while flicking through a magazine. alice and esme were watching a fashion television show. it was the one with dresses that people had to judge and knowing alice, she couldn’t pick which one she liked best.

carlisle was busy researching for work opportunities that he could apply for, so he sat in the desk chair of his office while skimming through applications on the computer.

meanwhile, jasper didn’t know what to do with himself.

he was standing in the kitchen and looking out the window with his hands resting in the pockets of his jeans. the rain was sprinkling outside despite the sun being out and he let out a small sigh at the confusing weather.

jasper glanced in the direction of the cabinets and walked over towards them to retrieve the chocolate hidden in the corner of the pantry. for occasions like this, the cullen men hid a statch for when their woman was upset.

right now you were in your shared room with jasper. you had him put drapes over the top of the windows awhile back for privacy if needed. like right now, you wanted that time to yourself so you had the material resting over the big open windows.

your hair was a knotted mess and a trashcan of tissues sat on the floor by the bed. you couldn’t help the sniffing and knew the whole house heard you hysterical and sorrowful earlier.

one thing you respected about jasper was that he never used his ability to change the way you feel. but you kind of wished he would use it to fix your emotional bubble of mess.

after rolling on your side and using your elbow strength to lean the weight of your body, you stretched your body over the length of the bed. this was so you could grab another handful of tissues from the box on your nightstand.

your nose ached but you wrapped the soft material around your nose and blew away your sadness again. you knew it was another episode but you couldn’t help it. a long sigh fell past your lips as you watched the tissue fall into the can.

you laid back on the bed with a red nose but you continued to tuck your arms under the dark grey comforter. after pulling it up to your chin so you felt as if you were drowning in the comfortable warmth of the blanket, you closed your teary, red eyes.

at times like these when your depression spiraled, you felt powerless and just downright awful for jasper. it must have been terrible for him to have the empathy power of a vampire because you knew when you were sad, he felt as if he were drowning in a black pit.

the perks of being jasper’s mate came with him being able to feel your emotions the most out of everybody. if you were feeling emotional—he felt it as well with you. this meant all of the cullen’s emotions were blocked out and you took the spot of each which made it almost unbearable for him when you were feeling like this.

jasper made his way up the stairs and prepared for the look on your face. feeling what you felt was one thing but also seeing the way it affected you, hurt him more than you’d ever know.

you’ve helped him through the blood thirst he struggled with when it came to being around humans. like the other day when he tried to throw himself at bella, he couldn’t have made it through the bloodlust without your help.

jasper didn’t know what he would do if you weren’t in his life so he always wanted to cheer you up whenever you were feeling down.

most of those moments you have are because of your troubling past. and because of that, sometimes you forget that you have people in your corner now. luckily, jasper reminded you of that fact, always being there for you like you are for him.

he knocked lightly on the door with three taps of his knuckles before moving to wrap his hand around the knob. “hey darlin’ it’s me.” jasper spoke even though you knew it was him.

he slowly opened the door since he didn’t want to alarm you while you were feeling upset.

jasper pushed it open just enough so he could walk in and then closed it again. he walked up to the bed after sweeping a hand through his dirty blonde hair and in his hand was a king-sized candy bar and you spotted it with a turn of your body to glance in his direction.

“hi jas.” you said meekly with a tired look on your face. he could see the bags under your eyes and frowned. your bottom lip quivered and you hoped it couldn’t see it when you tilted your head downwards.

you picked up the closest thing instead to look at and studied the faint stitching in the comforter with a trace of your finger.

the blonde vampire didn’t like to see you cower away from him and he put a finger under your chin to make it so you had to look at him.

almost the same light brown colored eyes stared back at you when you met his eyes due to the vampirism you both shared. “please don’t look away from me again, baby. you look beautiful and i can’t stand any more space away from you.”

a small sob fell past your lips at the sound of jasper’s vulnerable voice. his eyes teared up feeling useless and only wanting you to feel better and happier. 

with quick speed, jasper leaned his body forward to grab another tissue from the box and then leaned back on the bed to wipe the tear that was sliding down your cheek.

you silently thanked him with a smile and after a moment of silence, you sat up straight and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before speaking. “i know you can feel what i’m feeling now and i can’t begin to tell you how sorry i am.” you trailed off with a pause to find your words again. 

your throat felt heavy and constructed when you tried to swallow it down. feeling nervous all over again and knowing it was just the dread of dragging your self-esteem.

you hated feeling like this and missed the confidence that you had somewhere deep down.

jasper’s eyes widened at your words and he couldn’t believe what was coming out from your lips. he put his hands on your face, one on each of your cheeks and stared into your eyes again to get the point across of what he was about to say.

even though he couldn't hypnotise you, it felt like you couldn’t look away from him.

the feelings you have for him.

what you’d do for this man.

“what i feel for you is something i can’t put into words. i’ve never felt this way about anybody ever, y/n. i wouldn’t want to be in this world without you in it.” you knew jasper would move mountains for you with the way he was expressing how he felt about you.

it just easily came from his mouth and it shocked you in a way that woke you out of the melancholy behavior that you were feeling.

“i just love you so much darlin’ and i don’t care about the empathy power and how it affects me, okay? i just want you. you helped me the other day, you always have and i wouldn’t want it any other way then to help you too.” he murmured only a few inches away from your face and you were so tired of the space that you leaned forward.

whispering against his lips you replied breathlessly. “i love you so much too jas. i’m sorry for today and i don’t want to be without you anymore either.��� he removed his hands from your chin and instead fisted your hair in one of his hands to pull you to his lips.

everything felt right again when your lips touched. today didn’t matter. yesterday didn’t matter. and you could do anything tomorrow if you put your mind to it with jasper by your side.

it was a soft kiss that wasn’t rushed and not as sexual as you would have liked but nonetheless, it was perfect. he was everything you could have wished for in a mate.

his grip lessened in your hair and instead he cupped the back of your neck to pull you even closer. you took that cue to get on top of his lap and the comforter rested on your hips until he angled his body making it that he was under it as well so he could push it down from your body and his.

your tiny sleep shorts were on and the tank top just barely showed any skin. jasper moved his hands once more again until they were on your hips so he could feel the curves on your hips that he always loved.

he’d always hold them whenever you were being intimate with each other.

even if it was just a hug from behind, the height difference always had him putting his chin on the top of your head or in the crook of your shoulder if he ducked.

but his hands were always resting on your hips and he could never stop touching you even if he wanted to.

his love language was definitely touch. you always leaned in and loved the feeling of his skin touching yours. even if it was innocent, you constantly wanted him to touch you.

your lips were red and puffy with how intense the kiss was and now they matched your tired eyes perfectly. neither of you could get enough.

jasper let out a small groan when your arms went around him, resting them around his back so you could massage and play around with the soft blonde curls on the nape of his neck. another thing you loved about him was the way he always smelled.

it was the familiar sense of home and no matter where you moved or lived, you knew he would always be your home.

jasper’s tongue tapped your bottom lip as if he was asking for access and you opened your lips just the slightest for him to caress the inside of your mouth.

he always tasted so good and it was your turn to groan at the intense pleasure. but that sound falling past your lips had him pulling away from you.

jasper knew if he didn’t stop now, neither of you ever would. and right now he was comfortable with just being there and holding you.

“baby.” he paused. you were looking into his eyes and he didn’t think there was anybody as beautiful as you. jasper felt  lucky to have met you in that moment, staring into your beautiful light brown eyes. you were one of a kind and nobody could beat that.

“wanna go under the covers and lay down?” he chuckled at your face when you immediately nodded, always jumping to the chance of a cuddle.

jasper pulled back the comforter and waited till you were comfortable before tugging it over the both of you again.

jasper smoothed a strand hair away from your cheek and held your cheek with his eyes full of love. “i’ll always be there for you when things get messy.” you smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

he smirked, knowing that’s what you said to him the other day.

you rolled your eyes playfully and turned, laying on your side. his eyebrow raised, already knowing that you were signaling for him to cuddle you as the big spoon. and for the rest of the day until the next sunrise, he cuddled you close.